#no my oc is named lucien

[histrynerdss]

"we'll go together in flight" omg my character quoted dream sweet in sea major guys. oh my god. he's simon

[alicentsaegon]

Beron & LoA Mates au part 3 (?)

[landfilloftrash]

me when. the shenanigans.

[paperbagsandwich]

Since some seals like eating squid, please if you'd like to of course, draw Seal Darnell eating a few buckets full of squid, possibly being caught by Roslyn with his mouth full (cute and silly).

I LOVE THAT!! 😭😭💕💕💕

Darnell started off real small but over the time they spent together… well… he grown used to being fed with Ros’s help.

Ros made a deal that if she help with collecting food for him, he’d share more about Merfolk but when she noticed he was very hesitant and afraid to give out that type of information out because it was already bad enough that they have been discovered by humans [other humans being the homie’s characters (Shop and Lemon’s)], she decided instead of that, she’d be okay if he shared about himself and his life. Seal!Darnell was a lot more comfortable with that. He was also loved it when Ros talked about herself and her experience on land.

[dez78]

Shadows Of the Past -------------------- (Pt. 1)

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Fandom: Elder Scrolls: Skyrim

Series Pairings: Rumarin x OC Fem!Bosmer Valen, OC M!Dragonborn Gavel x Serana

Warnings: 18+ (Adult! Minors DNI) Mentions of suicide to get away. Mentions of panic attack.

Series Additional Tags: Slow burn romance, Strangers to friends, and Friends to lovers

A/N: This is a complete rewrite of my Rising Confidence fic. I'm doing it in parts this time, now that I am more familiar with how Tumblr works. I renamed it to fit better with the plot, I'm going to fix some plot holes from the original, the chapters will be longer and more detailed. Mistakes are likely still in this one, however. Just bear with me.

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Prologue: My subconscious slipped into a series of fragmented dreams. The only vivid memory I have is plummeting from a terrifying height. I remember the searing pain of my lungs burning, the overwhelming despair of perishing and any hope I had left, vanished. Leaving me with a severe hyperventilating panic attack. Then everything went dark.

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Chapter one: Lost Memories and Fateful Meetings

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An Altmer, a Nord, a Khajiit, and an Imperial were walking across the snowy wasteland of Northern Skyrim. The evening breeze was bitter as it bit at their exposed skin.

They walked with three horses, one for the Nord, one for khajiit and Imperial to share, and the last one for the Altmer.

The Nord spoke, first to break the silence.

"We're almost to Windhelm, we can rest there for the night and leave for Solsthiem in the morning."

The snow crunched beneath the Nord's heavy boots, leaving his massive prints in the white sleet.

"Gavel my feet hurt, can't we just stop and camp?" The Altmer whined,

"Rumarin, Windhelm is not too far from here." Gavel replied.

"Actually, I agree with him." The Imperial chimed in.

"Lucien and Rumarin have a good point. It wouldn't be such a bad idea, my friend. Besides, the horses could use a rest too, I think." The Khajjit said.

"Thank you, Inigo." Lucien replied.

"Fine, fine. We'll stop and camp for the night." Gavel sighed. He started looking for a cave or at least a bit of shelter because a storm looked to be on the horizon.

"Look!" Lucien cried suddenly, pointing to the cliffside. The men stopped and followed Lucien's finger.

A woman in the far distance sprinted to the edge of the cliff, it looked like she had been running from something or someone. The men watched as she leapt off the edge.

"By the gods!" Lucien wailed, Gavel was quick to spring into action, he handed over his horse's reins to Inigo, then he started sprinting towards the water.

The woman fell and plunged into the frigid water below, making a sizeable splash from the impact. Lucien, Inigo, and Rumarin followed behind Gavel.

When they reached the edge of the shore, Gavel stripped down to his small clothes, being a Nord, he had a natural resistance to the cold. He had a few minutes before the cold took effect on him completely.

"Lucien, Inigo. Go to that small cave and start a camp." Gavel barked as he pointed, The Khajiit and Imperial were quick to react and hurried up the hill. Gavel took a deep breath and dove into the freezing depths.

Rumarin gathered the clothes on the ground and backpack Gavel left behind.

The man was gone for a few minutes, Rumarin started to worry, he stretched his neck, looking for any signs.

Just then, Gavel surfaced, gasping for air, a small bosmer woman was over his shoulder. He swam with one arm up to the shore.

"Let's go." He rasped as he stood at his full height with the woman still over his shoulder. He looked up and saw the fire in the distance. Rumarin followed behind him with his horse by his side.

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I was in a haze, aware of the voices, but unable to respond. It felt like being suspended between consciousness and sleep, my eyes refusing to open despite my effort. My body felt utterly lifeless. I could hear the men conversing.

"Is she dead?" Rumarin questioned,

"No, she still lives." Gavel replied.

"I would sure hope so!" Lucien cried.

"There's not many Bosmer in these parts of Skyrim. What was she doing out here?" Inigo asked.

"I'm not sure, perhaps a mercenary?" Gavel replied with a counter question.

The heat from the crackling fire enveloped me, followed by the firm pressure of hands on my chest, and then rhythmic, powerful compressions.

My thoughts became hazy, my lungs ached, they felt like a raging fire and begged for relief. I jerked upright suddenly and coughed violently. Expelling water from my mouth as I struggled to clear it out. I felt a large palm clapping my back.

I panted heavily as I looked at the concerned faces around me. I laid back down, I looked up to my rescuer.

"You alright there, lass?" Gavel asked me with soft brown eyes, I nodded my head slowly.

"She's alive! We did it!" I heard Rumarin I looked up at him and the other three.

"It's good to see you awake, miss-" Lucien said, but he stopped. I realized they didn't know my name. That was the only thing I remember. That and the fact that I used bound weapons.

"Valen." I replied.

"Pleasure to meet you Valen, I'm Lucien Flavious, that's Gavel Winfred, Rumarin, and Inigo!" The Imperial chirped cheerfully, I smiled.

"My pleasure." I replied sheepishly.

"You need to get out of those sopping clothes, you'll freeze to death! I think we have some extra outfits." Gavel explained as he got into his horse's saddle bag. He pulled out a tunic and trousers,

"Here you go lass. Get into those dry linens." Gavel told me as he tossed me the dry clothes. I stood up, the Nord was huge, so he was able to block the view of me as I changed.

When I managed to get on the dry clothes, I sat back down and put my wet clothes on the ground. I scooted towards the fire, I held myself in an embrace as my teeth chattered.

"Are you warm enough?" Inigo asked, I nodded slowly as my shivering started to slow down as I warmed up.

"Now tell me lass, why did you feel the need to jump?" Gavel asked me with a sorrowful expression, the words fell from my mouth before I could stop them. I spoke barely above a whisper,

"I needed to die." I say hoarsely. Inigo and Rumarin bend their ears downward as their eyebrows knitted together.

"Oh...how someone could feel like that! It just breaks my heart!" Lucien cried. Gavel sighed.

"I don't know what drove you to that type of insanity lass, but it's not my place to question until you're ready to tell me." Gavel explained solemnly.

"For now, try to get warm and get some rest." He added.

He stood from where he was kneeling, he dressed himself again before going and sitting on the clearing under the cliff overhang. It wasn't exactly a cave, but it drew out the bitterness of the wind.

"I don't want to sound selfish, but do you have any extra food?" I asked shyly.

"Of course! I cooked it myself before Gavel dragged us out here!" Rumarin beamed, Gavel snorted a loud laugh.

"It's not selfish!" Lucien smiled at me.

"Yes. Eat everything you can, you're looking a little thin." Inigo winked at me. I took the bowl of venison stew; I smiled and whispered a shy 'thank you' to Rumarin who only smiled at me.

I blew on the hot stew and slurped it on the spoon. It warmed me to my core, I groaned in relief, I ditched the spoon and slurped from the bowl. 

When I brought it down for a breath, my cheeks immediately turned snowberry red. I averted my eyes from the staring men.

"I'm sorry." I say meekly. Gavel raised his brows at me with an amused smirk. Rumarin was usually on people's asses about table manners, but this one time he kept his mouth shut because it was clear that I hadn't eaten in days.

"It's quite alright my friend! I love to do that, but I get in trouble for it!" Inigo teased,

"That's because you get it everywhere you ill-mannered cat!" Rumarin spat, I covered my mouth as I snorted a laugh, which soon turned into a belch.

My eyes went wide with embarrassment as my stomach sunk in humiliation. Gavel threw his head back laughing, Inigo laughed with him, Lucien simply smiled and looked over at Rumarin. He blushed slightly and said,

"I like her already."

I averted my eyes down to my bowl, my own blush growing hotter.

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Later that night, I laid on my side in the bed roll, staring out into the openness of the world. Inigo was curled up with his tail near his face, Lucien was deep in a peaceful slumber, and Rumarin was snoring like an old dwemer machine. I sighed deeply; the fire was still crackling.

"You really should get some sleep, lass." Gavel's soft voice brought me out of my trance.

"Are you not tired?" I ask him. He shook his head,

"I usually stay awake and watch over us. Can't be too careful nowadays with dragons and vampires about." Gavel explains to me.

"I'll get some sleep tomorrow, we'll be in Windhelm by then." Gavel continues, he ripped off a piece of meat from his jerky, he chewed it slowly.

"What do you need to do in Windhelm?" I questioned.

"We're actually on our way to Solstheim for Lucien's expedition. We need to take the Northern Maiden ship in Windhelm." Gavel explained. 

"Do you have any weapons?" Gavel asks me as he looks up, I nod slowly.

"I have the bound bow and sword." I tell him, he nods with a slight smile.

"Rumarin will enjoy that." Gavel jested. I chuckled slightly. I found myself drawn to Gavel. Yet, I didn't know why.

"You ready to discuss why you jumped?" He asked me, I sucked in a sharp breath and shook my head.

Truth was, it's like my memories were wiped clean. I only thing I knew was that I needed to jump, from what I do not know. It was unclear to me at this time, and I didn't have the answers.

"Try and get some more sleep, lass." Gavel told me after the long the silence.

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The next morning, I stretched with a loud yawn. I looked around and saw the men gathering the supplies,

"We need that tent, Valen." Rumarin said.

"Right, sorry." I apologized as I got up. Rumarin was quick to start packing the tent, which I assumed was actually Gavel's. He put his backpack on after all of it was packed.

"Alright, come on! We're burning daylight!" Gavel barked at us; he was scouting the road. Lucien and Inigo hurried out, Rumarin and I walked slower.

"So, Gavel told me that you use bound weapons?" Rumarin said, his voice was soft and full of curiosity.

"Yeah, I do. I know it's not a traditional Bosmer trait, but that's me." I shrugged, Rumarin snorted,

"Well, being traditional is boring anyway!" He said.

"What kind of High Elf do you know that is terrible with magic and a jester most of his life?" He asked me,

"And not trained in the arts of the Thalmor or a soldier in the Aldmeri Dominion?" He questions further. I chuckled,

"Not any I've met." I tell him honestly,

"Exactly!" Rumarin beams.

"Or Inigo! There is not a khajiit out there that is the color indigo. He's not traditional either, though that wasn't exactly his choice, with his birth and all. But the way he fights! Not many khajiit his size use heavy armor, swords and shields." Rumarin explained, Inigo looked back at us and smiled.

"It's true!" He laughed, I chuckled with him.

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The walking took most of the day, it was late afternoon when we finally arrived.

"We'll sleep here tonight and leave early in the morning." Gavel explains to us, we nod.

"We've been to Solstheim before, but we couldn't fight back then. We retreated; do you think we can take them now?" Inigo asked.

"Most likely, but I want to do this expedition first." Gavel replied as he got us rooms.

"We have the last three rooms available." The bar keep frowned as she looked at the two elves and khajiit; Gavel mirrored her expression.

"We'll take them." He growled as he threw the coin purse on the counter. We walked up the stairs. The available rooms were marked with parchment. Gavel looked through all of them,

"Alright, pick your rooms. Room five has two single beds, Room six has a double bed, and Room seven has two single beds." Gavel explained.

"Lucien and I will take Room seven." Inigo claimed the farthest room.

"I'll take the double bed. That leaves you two with room five." Gavel said, pointing to Rumarin and I. I blinked a few times as the Nord left to unpack his belongings.

Rumarin went into the room and looked around,

"Well, it's no luxurious suite, but it will do." He said as he set his things down. I had no belongings, so there was nothing for me to unpack. I twisted my fingers nervously.

"Oh, just so you know. I snore really loud, if it gets to be too much, just walk over and shove me off my bed, I'd surely stop then." Rumarin smirks at me, I laugh. I can see the look of accomplishment on his youthful features.

"Are you being serious?" I questioned,

"Oh, very." Rumarin replied.

"Somehow I doubt that, you don't seem like a very serious elf." I said folding my arms across my chest, still smiling with amusement.

"Oh, I'm serious about a lot of things. Like I'm absolutely dedicated to not taking life seriously." Rumarin explained. I let out a snort as I laughed.

"You're funny." I said with a bounce in my voice. I was amused with him. Rumarin smiled shyly.

"Really? You think I'm funny? -Well I mean of course I am!" He said, I smirked.

There was a knock at the door suddenly, I walked over and opened it to see Gavel standing there.

"I wanted to come get you to see if you'd fancy some entertainment before supper later." He explained.

"I could use some fun!" Rumarin beamed, Gavel smirked.

"You're still on a budget." He said, I cocked my brow curiously.

"How come?" I questioned inquisitively.

"Because he spent a fortune on a bet in Iron Hearts and lost almost a thousand gold." Gavel explained. Rumarin pursed his lips.

"The other guys cheated. I had it!" He retorted. Gavel smirked,

"Mhm hm." Was all he said with a cocked brow.

"Let's go." He said as he turned heel and headed out, Rumarin and I followed in tow.

We headed into the dining hall, Rumarin and I sat down with Inigo and Lucien, while Gavel went to the bar.

"So, the name Valen is so intriguing." Inigo was the first to speak,

"I agree, it's a beautiful name, is it like after Valenwood? Not to sound racist or anything." Lucien stammered, I laughed.

"It's quite alright and honestly, I do not know." I tell him with a smile.

"Did you grow up in Valenwood?" Lucien questioned curiously; I blinked a few times.

"I don't have that answer. I only know my name." I replied truthfully. My face contorted as I lost myself in my thoughts. It bothered me that I didn't remember anything of my past.

Gavel's presence pulled me from my thoughts as he came back with mugs of Ale. He set them out before sitting down.

"How long will the voyage to Solstheim take?" I questioned,

"Well, the last time we went. It took three days, so I presume around the same amount of time, depending on the weather." Gavel explained as he chugged his ale.

"Gavel, would you play us a tune?" Lucien quipped gleefully. Gavel's laugh was deep and hardy, his accent particular thick at that moment.

"Aye, that I can, lad." He roared as he chugged his ale down, slamming the tankard on the table. I jumped a bit but relaxed soon afterwards.

"Do you folks fancy a song by the dragonborn!" Gavel howled, the patrons howled like mad dogs, hooting in every which way, slamming their fists on the tables. Clearly it was a yes.

"Aye, Winfred! Sing the one of the mead! What was it? Mogo's Mead?!" A patron requested,

"A fine tune!" Gavel replied as he picked up an extra lute from the bard's taking a break.

'I knew meself a maiden fair with emerald eyes and fire red hair'

'She owned a tavern by the sea and served warm drinks of mellow honey'

'Drink ye merry, drink ye thirsty, bring they crew 'n revel freely'

Gavel had the entire tavern singing with him, I joined in on the fun, singing along as well.

'For one thing we're all agreed'

'That Mogo made the finest mead!'

'Mogo's mead, Mogo's mead, the only drink we'd e'er need!'

'Take a flask and take a seat, and drink theyself a sweety- treat!'

'Mogo's mead, Mogo's mead, the only drink we'd e'er need!'

The patrons clapped and howled when Gavel was finished, he bowed and set the lute aside before sitting down again.

"That was entertaining." I smirked,

"Thanks, lass." Gavel replied. The tavern maid came and filled up his tankard with more ale,

"And thank you." He said taking a swig.

"I think after this mug, we ought to go to the market and get some supplies before it closes." He said after a silence.

"I agree my friend." Inigo replied.

"I could really use some more scrolls." Lucien murmured.

For the next few moments, it was silent as we drank our ale.

"Valen?" Rumarin's voice was curious as he broke the silence, I looked over at him, he had his chin in his hands.

"Why did you jump?" He asked, I just blinked at him trying to process his words. Gavel looked up then,

"Rumarin!" He barked loudly,

"We do not ask those questions so bluntly. She will tell us when she is ready." He was stern. My mouth flapped, but no words escaped.

"I just-" Rumarin tried to speak, but Gavel hushed him. The Altmer frowned.

"What's wrong with wanting to know?" Rumarin finally managed to speak, and Gavel's glare was dagger deep. I was trying to find the right words.

"Rumarin." Gavel's voice was deep and stern.

"Nothing is wrong with it. I just have no answers to why right now. I'm sorry. I-I-" I stammered nervously. I hated the attention on me.

"Suicide isn't taken lightly. It's a sensitive subject, take all the time you need." Lucien explained sincerely as he smiled at me reassuringly. Then he reached out and took my hand in his. I smiled back at him.

"We'll be here for you Valen." He said, I nodded at him graciously.

"I don't know why you are making such a big deal about me asking a simple question." Rumarin retorted suddenly, Gavel was fuming.

"Because! It's not about a simple question Rumarin! It's about respecting someone's boundaries. If Valen wanted you to know, she'd tell you!" Gavel cried.

Suddenly, the loud cry of chair resounded. I watched Rumarin stand up before parading away towards the rooms.

"I'm sorry lass, he can be a real bonehead sometimes. He didn't mean to ask it so forwardly; he meant no harm." Gavel apologized on Rumarin's behalf.

"I appreciate you coming to my defense, but it was unnecessary. It was only a question." I came to Rumarin's defense this time, even though he had already left. Gavel downed the rest of his ale and stood up.

He left the tavern, presumably to get the supplies,

"Sorry for the drama, it's been tense these last couple of days. I'm sure you can understand?" Lucien explained, I nodded slowly.

"I do, but I also do not words put into my mouth. I'm wanting answers as much as you." I replied.

"That's also understandable. Gavel just doesn't like it when Rumarin asks such blunt questions. Gavel is Intune to people's sensitivity. Rumarin isn't." Inigo explained. I nodded my head, indicating I understood.

"Its just certain subjects can bring up painful memories and Gavel is well aware of that. People have trauma and talking about it for some people isn't something most are open too." Inigo continued to explain.

"Including Gavel himself, there was a certain topic that came up and Rumarin was too blunt, and they had a falling out over it, Gavel was particularly snappy." He went on. I nodded my head.

"When Gavel is ready, he will tell you, his story. Just like when you're ready, you'll tell us yours." Inigo concluded.

"We should head to the market, anyhow." He said as he stood,

"Yes, before they close. We need some many things. I have an entire list!" Lucien whined as he too stood.

"Meet us when you can, if you want." Inigo offered as he gave me a gentle smile, I nodded with my own grin. The two men walked out and left me at the table.

I swirled my drink; I sighed before finishing it. I stood up and decided to check on Rumarin instead.

I went to our shared room and found him, angrily unpacking his things from his backpack. I shut the door softly behind me,

"Rumarin?" I say, he doesn't look at me.

"I'm sorry for what Gavel said, he can't put words into my mouth like that." I explained softly.

"How come you get that? And I don't?!" Rumarin wailed suddenly as he spun around. I froze in place, I was baffled.

"W-what?" I stammered flabbergasted.

"They've never talked to me like that!" Rumarin cried as he pointed to the door, I was trembling.

"What do you mean?" I ask with wide eyes.

"They never tell me that they're there for me! They never reassure me! Th-they never tell me it's okay! Gavel thinks I'm the stupidest elf he ever met! Lucien tries to be nice and Inigo tolerates me! They all tolerate me!" He wailed, tears running from his amber eyes.

"Have you ever told them how you feel though?" I ask. Rumarin stopped and sniffled,

"Well no. I thought it was pretty obvious." He said with shallow breaths. I furrow my brow as I finally approach him.

"What is obvious?" I ask gently. Rumarin hides his eyes from me and wipes them with his sleeve.

"My thoughts of worthlessness. I feel like they'd do better without me slowing them down." Rumarin said. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped.

"I know this isn't about me, but I was asking you because in a way, I know how you feel to a certain point. I just wanted to know why and if you answered, then I knew I wasn't alone." Rumarin explained. He huffed trying to find the correct words, I could see him struggling.

"Basically, I wanted to be a hero in a way and tell you that you weren't alone in feeling the way you do, but when they started telling you that they were there for you. It made me feel invisible." Rumarin explained. Then he sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm making it about me again. I swear I don't mean to." He told me. I didn't know him well, but I knew he was feeling left out.

"It's okay. You know for the little time I've known you; I know you bring a lot to this group. You certainly cheer me up." I admitted to him. I saw his ears twitch and raise with his expression of hope.

"Really? You're not just laughing to make me feel better?" He asked, his voice was bright. I felt my heart thrumming against my chest.

"Yes, you make me laugh because you really are funny, Rumarin. You can't keep thinking you're not." I say to him with a slight smirk. Now the Altmer has a smile from ear to ear, but it faded as quickly as it came.

"Listen. I'm really sorry for what I said too, I didn't mean for it to come out so blunt. I just wanted to know why you would want to end it. You're-" Rumarin said, his blush was furious as he averted his eyes.

"You just don't seem like the type." He said after a silence.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready." I say to him, he nods understandingly. I close the space between us and embrace him, it takes him a minute to reciprocate, but he does. The hug felt like hours.

When we pulled away, the phantom warmth was still there.

"They boys are at the market, figured you'd want to get some supplies before the shops closed?" I suggested.

"I have a few things I need to get." Rumarin replied. We headed out of the tavern then and went to the market, meeting up with the guys. Gavel was buying potions at the alchemist, Lucien was buying scrolls from the mage marketers, and Inigo was purchasing dried meats from the butcher stalls.

Windhelm's size still took my breath away. It was the second biggest city next to Solitude. This was just one of three marketplaces.

"Lassie!" I heard Gavel call to me, I turned and faced him, he gave me a fat coin purse.

"Do me a favor and purchase any arrows the Blacksmith has and bolts if he has any in stock. We're running low." He explained, I nodded my head.

"Thanks, lass." He smiled as he turned, he walked towards the stables. I turned back and headed to the Blacksmith.

The forge was hot as he worked it, his apprentice banged a sword across the anvil.

"What kind of arrows?" I asked Rumarin,

"Inigo likes Daedric Arrows usually, but he'll settle for Ebony arrows too. Depends on what's in stock." Rumarin explained. I nodded as approached the Blacksmith.

"What can I help you with, elf?" The man asked,

"Do have any Daeric or Ebony arrows in stock?" I questioned,

"We got a 100 Ebony and 200 Daedric." The Blacksmith replied,

"I'll take the 200 Daedric arrows and any bolts you have in stock." I bartered.

"Only got fifty steel bolts." The Blacksmith replied,

"I'll take those as well then." I said, handing over the coin purse.

"Let me get those for you." The Blacksmith said as went over to a barrel and pulled out the 200 arrows. He closed the lid and went over to another barrel and fished out the 50 bolts.

He came over and gave them to me. I nodded my head at him, and he return the gesture as he went back to his forge.

Rumarin and I made our way to the stables, where Gavel was seen last.

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We arrived and he was still there, brushing his horse.

"Gavel? We got some arrows and bolts." I said, catching his attention.

"Thanks, lassie." He replied with a smile, he grabbed them and put them on the saddle bag that laid on the ground of the stables.

"I bought you a horse too, Valen." Gavel said when he stood back up.

"She's right over there." He added, pointing to a white mare a few feet away. I was surprised,

"Thank you." Was all I said, he already bought her, so I couldn't exactly reject the offer.

I walked over to the horse; I pet her snout and she nudged my hand. We bonded almost immediately. I saw a tear drop shaped mark under her eye. So, it looked like a she had a single tear running down her cheek.

I decided at that moment, that I'd name her Secunda because of the story Mara's Tear. She was white like the moon too, it fit her well, I thought anyway.

"We should head back, evening is approaching." Gavel said as he finished up his errands in the stables. Rumarin and I followed him out, heading back to the tavern.

"Actually, I wanted to head to the tailor before it closed. I need some warmer clothes." I explained, Gavel nodded and tossed me a small coin purse. I caught it with practiced ease.

"Will you be okay on your own?" Rumarin teased,

"I'll be fine." I reassured him, he smiled and went to catch up with Gavel. While I followed for a short while before turning into the market district.

I went into the tailor's store.

"Welcome! What can I get for you?" The merchant asked,

"I'd like something warm." I replied, looking at the clothing racks.

"Got plenty of it, anything specific?" The merchant said.

"I like this fur-trimmed outfit and these matching boots. I'll take these. As well as that coat and fur hooded cloak." I answered, pointing and grabbing.

"Very well, that will 150 septims." I gave him the small coin purse Gavel gave me, there was no more than 200 in that purse. So, it was plenty. I took the clothes and headed out.

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By the time I arrived, supper was being served to the patrons.

"I would like something light, like smoked salmon with a side of roasted potatoes and onions. As well as some Honningbrew mead." Rumarin quipped at the tavern maid, she nodded her head.

"I would like some of that hearty beef stew, with some bread and some mead with juniper berries, Susanne." Gavel smiled.

"I would like something light too. Maybe some salmon steak and grilled leeks with Pearl tea, please." Lucien was polite.

"I would like some mead and some warm stew as well please." Inigo added.

"I would like some clam chowder with some bread, roasted mushrooms, and Bitter Steppe tea, please." I said as I sat down, Susanne nodded at me.

"I will get that out for you as soon as I can." She smiled politely as she hurried towards the kitchen.

The bards played some upbeat tavern songs to keep the patrons busy while they waited for their dinner. Some danced, some drank ale, some bet their gold in Iron Hearts, and some played drunken wager.

Other patrons consisted of writers, scholars, and older fisherman.

Lucien took out his map of the dwarven ruin he found in an old tome. He set it out in front of himself,

"What do you think we'll find in there?" He questioned inquisitively.

"Likely what we find in every other dwarven ruin." Rumarin replied.

"Giant, steam powered machines that want to murder us." He added.

"I honestly think this one is different, Rumarin." Lucien said with a voice of confidence.

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The food was brought out and set out in front of us as well as our drinks.

"Thanks, lass." Gavel smiled politely.

"My pleasure, enjoy." Susanne said as she hurried away again, presumably to get more food for the other patrons.

The plates and bowls were passed out to their respective owners. Gavel past forks and spoons around.

I looked down at my chowder and I felt the warmth in the pit of my stomach, I licked my lips and grabbed a healthy spoonful. I forked some mushrooms into my already full mouth, before tearing off a piece of bread and shoving it in greedily.

I looked up with bulging cheeks, they immediately heated up in embarrassment, Lucien was holding his fork delicately to his mouth, Rumarin was properly cutting his salmon, Inigo had his own spoon in his mouth, and Gavel was holding his spoon still.

"My goodness." Lucien breathed,

"Slow down, lass. You have all evening." Gavel told me with sincerity. I chewed my food, my jaw was working overtime as I chomped down, I smiled innocently as I wiped away the chowder slipping from the corner of my mouth.

I sank into my chair and ate slowly after that, still embarrassed. I couldn't restraint myself, I didn't know how long it had been since I had eaten.

Gavel dug into his beef stew, tear off huge chunks of bread before dipping it in the juice of his stew. I opened my tea and poured it into a goblet. I took a sip before eating some more chowder. I tore small pieces of my bread and dipped it. Then I'd eat a forkful of mushrooms, before gulping on my tea again.

I did this rhythm for a long while until my food was nearly gone. Since, Rumarin and Lucien had smaller portions, they were finished with supper first.

"Oh, Gavel. Since we are going to Solstheim. Do we have bounties?" Inigo questioned as he ate his stew. Gavel with a mouthful, nodded and grabbed the satchel at his feet, he handed it over to Inigo.

The khajiit took it and took out the most recent letters. He searched through them while we ate.

After some time of searching, Inigo only found two bounties located in Solstheim. By this time, I had finished my dinner as well as Gavel and Inigo.

Gavel took out his map of the other continent and laid it across the table, avoiding the crumps and spills of stew and mead.

"So, I have those marked already. We must have been there a few times already." Gavel explained as he tapped on his charcoal circles. I stacked my dishes nicely before standing up.

"Where you going?" Lucien questioned,

"I want to get a bath before we turn in for the night." I replied as I gathered my newly purchased clothes.

"Alright then. Have a good bath, Valen." Lucien smiled,

"Thanks." I replied softly as I headed out, leaving them to their map.

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When I finally had my bath drawn, I sank into the stone tub. I sighed in relief, my aching muscles finally relaxed and all the intensity I felt, sizzled into the warm water.

I tilted my head back as I rested my arms over the tub. My eyes were closed, and I felt the warm water washing over me as I crossed my legs.

I slid into the tub, submerging my entire body underwater, leaving my head a float.

I laid there for a long while, before washing up. It was a quick lather and rinse, then I got out, dried off, and slipped into my fur-trimmed outfit and shoes. I grabbed my coat and cloak, heading out into the hall and towards the rooms.

I was drying my hair as I walked into mine and Rumarin's room, he was already turning in. I could hear Gavel upstairs getting the patrons riled up with another song.

"What are you reading?" I questioned when I noticed the book in Rumarin's hands.

"Don't get too excited. I don't usually read books unless they have pictures. This one though, I like. It's the Yellow book of Riddles. I love Riddles and Mysteries." Rumarin explained as he sat back against the bed, his legs crossed as he read.

"Oooh, that sounds exciting!" I chirped, Rumarin looked up at him, his eyes skeptical.

"Do you want to try one?" He asked,

"Go ahead." I replied as I sat across from him in my own bed.

"Okay. A Bosmer was slain. The Altmer claims the Dunmer is guilty. The Dunmer says the Khajiit did it. The Orc swears he didn't kill the Bosmer. The Khajiit says the Dunmer is lying. If only one of these speaks the truth, who killed the Bosmer." Rumarin read the riddle out loud to me.

I sat there for a moment, retelling it in my head. Rumarin smirked, thinking he had stumped me.

"Ha! I got you!" Rumarin snickered,

"The Orc." I answered.

"What?" Rumarin questioned, slightly disappointed.

"It was the Orc." I said again. Rumarin blinked at me.

"He was the only one that wasn't blamed, yet he swore he didn't kill the Bosmer, therefore he is guilty, and was the one who slayed the Bosmer." I explained.

"Oh, rubbish!" Rumarin cried,

"Are you mad?" I teased playfully. Rumarin crossed his arms.

"Can't you at least pretend to be clueless." He huffed.

"Honestly, I wouldn't have to try hard." I laughed; I saw a slight curve on Rumarin's mouth.

I curled up and put the blanket over my form, getting warm under the furs. Soon I drifted off.

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Later on, that night my face was contorted with a mixture of emotions as my subconscious was plagued with vivid images of my parents.

'Bound weapons? Conjuration magic is not the traditional Bosmer way. Why can't you use bones to make your first bow like your family did.'

'I feel better connected with Conjuration, plus the weapons are easier to carry and I can still learn with them!'

'Nah bother, you're a disgrace. Fine, used the blasted Conjuration, but don't expect your mother or I to teach you. You're on your own.'

'But papa!'

'Don't speak to me in such a way, you're no daughter of mine. You're a disappointment. Per usual.'

Just then it went pitch black and I was in what looked like the forest. I was running suddenly and didn't know why. All I knew was that I needed to get away. I sprinted through the forest as fast as my legs would take me. I jumped over fallen logs and splashed through the mud. I dodged branches and pushed them out of my way.

Suddenly, I came to an end, I was panting, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I looked back and saw nothing, but I definitely knew something, or someone was coming. I knew I had no choice as I looked at the crashing waves below.

I did the only thing in the moment I knew how to do. I jumped. I felt gravity pulling me down quickly, then I plunged into the frigid water. My eyes widened and I gasped for air, in some attempt to save myself. My lungs burned; an overwhelming despair overcame me as I thought about perishing. The water was dark and freezing, there was no escape. Then complete darkness.

I sprung awake in a cold sweat, panting heavily. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes and realized it was only a nightmare. I sighed a breath of relief. It was so vivid, it's like I had just relived it.

I put my face into my palms and regained my breathing. I was hyperventilating again. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and laid back down. I tried to sleep again, but it didn't come so easily.

Rumarin hadn't stirred, he was sound asleep in the bed just a few feet away from mine. I sighed as I covered up. It was strange however, I felt like I had that dream before.

I had only just jumped, a couple days ago. Yes, but I could swear on all the gods that I experienced that dream before my demise. Almost if I knew it had been coming all along. It wasn't like a dream at all, more like a vision.

Only now, it's like I've had a complete memory wipe and don't remember anything from my past. My thoughts consumed my mind until the morning.

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When Rumarin woke up, he said his hellos and noticed my state, almost immediately afterwards.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting up.

"Yeah, barely slept. Had a nightmare." I spoke vaguely, I didn't want to tell him just yet, not until I understood it myself.

Rumarin didn't press on and got up, I did too. We gathered our things and headed out of the tavern. Meeting up with the other guys at the front door.

"Ready?" Gavel questioned his crew, we all nodded in response. Gavel opened the door then and went outside, we followed in tow.

We headed down to the stable and got our horses, leading them to the Northern Maiden.

It wasn't a massive ship, but it was big enough to fit a small stable and cabin aboard.

"Welcome aboard, where are you headed?" The captain asked.

"We want to go back to Solstheim." Gavel replied.

"As you wish. Make yourselves comfortable." The captain said.

We headed into the cabin of the ship and made ourselves at home. Most of the cabin was taken up by the ship's crew, so there were only a few bunks left. We chose our bunks and unpacked our bags. While our three-day journey began.

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Author's Note: Chapter two is coming next! Stay tuned!

Author's Note 2: I believe it's ready. Mistakes are bound to happen, but I wanted to get it out there. If you see any mistakes or plot holes, let me know!

[froggyfriendart]

If you want could you possibly. Tell me about your ocs

:O Hey hey I just saw this!! Thank you for taking an interest in them :)

So, my Sky:Children of The Light OCs

These three are Mercymorn, Arcadias, and Ariadne. They're all three of them rogue actors in whatever world they find themselves in, you can't usually figure out what the hell they're doing or why they're actually there. Do not separate them.

Mercy is a fighter, and one filled with pride at that - they can and they will pick fights to prove a point and they get very petty when they don't win. They're 75% sick moves and 25% gremlin bastard. They'd be the type you see standing in the center of a coliseum or acting all heroic with their cape fluttering in the wind, but they're rather silly actually.

Arcadias is a musician, and a traveler. They play the lute. They're extremely curious at heart and though none of them can actually talk, they love asking questions through mimickry and wide gestures. Behaves like a bird. Actually really sweet, prone to playing pranks, sometimes acts rather childish. The cape they have shapeshifts into wings whenever, they think it looks cool. So do I.

Ariadne is a circus performer. They're the one taking the stage, they're the one spinning the stories and making shadow-puppets against the walls. They will strangle you if you talk slander about their performance. They're also really into fortune telling, but will lie (well, lie through gestures and implication) for shits and giggles.

Now, this is Eurwen, she's really cool, she's not with those three but she knows them and tolerates them. This artwork is actually a bit older than most of them but it's one of my favorites. Deadpan, ruthless, I literally made her so I could be gay over her muscles and overly serious butch charm. She's everything to me. Other than Arcadias she's the only character I've ever drawn more than once, because I was working on her character sheet which is as of yet incomplete (like. a lot of my art)

now THIS GUY. he's my specialest little guy, this guy. His name is Lucien Lyfrassir VI. He's in my brain at all times. Fucking shit up and spray painting the walls neon. He wears a cool jacket absolutely covered in neon graffiti-like designs, he wears a cool LED mask/helmet that hides his face, not pictured here. Does Testosterone injections (like. 60% of my characters are transgender. I do make the rules.), his supply is literally a replicator machine that's been replicating the same stuff from centuries ago because it's a pain to hope every new civilization produces it. He jumped into a black hole for fun. Explosions! Mad cackling! Cinematically standing on lamp posts, leaning against walls with dark and dramatic lighting. Fights with gauntlets he built himself. He is also immortal. Absolute vibing. He's just My Guy. AND he's hot. Him and Eurwen are, anachronistically, best friends. God. I fucking love him. His partner is unfortunately not pictured because I haven't drawn him yet. God i care about him.

This is Dreamer. Their flute is named Lullabye (sic), they were first designed to be a bard in DnD and then they sort of morphed into a different kind of character. They're the man in the moon.

There's a lot more but I haven't got any art for them yet and anyway, you're welcome to ask me about them at any time :) I really appreciate you taking the time to let me talk about these guys. I love talking about these guys. I can do it forever.

[praetorqueenreyna]

My notes on Lucien's family since I had to give them all names

[gaymergirlie]

The LDB I mainly play with Tally is Helena, full name Helena Adelaise Mede. She’s the granddaughter of Titus Mede II and is also related to the Carvain dynasty of Bruma. However people began to grow more and more disillusioned with the Empire, particularly after the Great War, and Helena decided to renounce her title and seek something else for herself. She initially headed for Bruma, however ended up deciding not to stay and instead traveled to Skyrim.

Idk I wanted to play around with the concept of someone belonging to the Emporer’s bloodline being named Dragonborn. I feel like there’s a lot of untapped potential there.

What kind of backstories do players have for their Dragonborn?

Currently working on a future script and would like some input if anyone is willing to share their stories.

[ashes-of-ailell]

y'all ask me stuff about my 3h ocs. they are in my head and I must rant but I do not know where to start help-

[readychilledwine]

Surprises

Summary - Azriel has been itching to touch his High Lady for a long time. (Azriel x Tamlin's sister OC x Rhysand)

Warnings - NSFW - minors DNI, porn with little plot, oral (male and female receiving), shadow play, wing play, over stimulation, anal play, dirty talk, Rhys being a slight pleasure dom.

A/n - so I *may* have forgot there is a character named Briar in the series already, but figured with allowing the Tamlin x Elain crackship (which I'm not overly a fan of but can see Elain so happy in spring and allowed it for this) I might get forgiven. There's potential for this to have a fairly um plot lacking part 2. Just let me know what you think.

Part 2

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If Briar died now, she'd die happy.

Rhys currently had his head buried in her cunt, eating her like a man starved while she begged and pleaded to cum.

She caught the peonies in the vase out of the corner of her eye. They were blooming rapidly as her pleasure took over.  My little Springling still can't control her flowers when I'm playing with this pretty pussy, can she?

Her only response to her mate was a loud whimper as he sucked and licked her clit, eyes never leaving hers as she leaned up on her elbows to watch.

400 years, and I will never tire of the taste of you on my tongue. He pushed two fingers into her, making her cry out his name. So tight and wet. Is this all for me, Briar?

"Yes, daddy. It's always for you. I'm yours." The high lord moaned around her swollen and abused clit at the words. She'd already came twice for him, but he wanted more. He wanted her begging him to stop. He got off on the tears she'd cry from over stimulation and edging, and he wanted those big tears tonight. He wanted her so far gone she could only cry. Say the word and we stop. 

"Yes daddy," she sighed softly before leaning back down. Moaning loudly as he continued sucking, licking, and finger fucking her to another orgasm. 

This third one was always the hardest to get from her, but once it happened, she'd be putty for him. And that thought alone as he pushed against the spongy part of her core that made her see stars .Rhys got off on Briar's pleasure. He ate her pussy because it pleased HIM to watch her squirm. To watch her beg. To watch her Spring Court magic unleash itself on the flowers he kept in the room for that exact purpose. They bloomed beautifully as she reached her peak, and based on the twitching and clenching of her walls, the sound of his name falling from her lips like a prayer, the way the peonies had fully opened, and her thoughts of nothing but Rhys wrecking her, she was almost there. 

And then a knock came on the door, making them stop and Rhysand growl loudly. The knock was followed by the sound of a deep cold voice, "Rhys, I'm really sorry, but the other high lords are here. In the townhouse. Like right now. They're all here. With their parties. They're all in the great hall you added on. They've agreed to your meeting, but want to do it on their terms. Feyre, Cass, and Lu are doing the best they can to entertain them."

Briar whimpered in frustration due to Rhysand stopping. He shot her a look, Do not whine like a brat, or I will not let you suck my dick for a week. Her lip trembled at the thought. 

He kept his fingers pumping in and out of her, curling and hitting the perfect spot before adding his thumb to circle gently around her clit. He could smell Azriel's arousal when Briar moaned again and smirked slightly.  He knocked gently on Azriel's shields, his brother allowing him in instantly. She's been thinking about it more and more, Azriel. Maybe she just needs the right surprise and motivation.

Rhys watched her arch her back before verbally responding, "When did they get here? Is my wonderful brother in law here as well?"

Azriel was about to undo his belt, and take care of the problem listening to Briar's cries was creating, but stopped himself.  She was his high lady, his best friend. He would not do this, "Lucien's message came to the House of Wind maybe 10 minutes ago. You warded the house so heavily I had to fly in since you did not answer when any of us called. Yes, Tamlin is here."

Rhysand's smile went feral, "Give me 5 minutes, Azriel. The High Lady is almost done. Feel free to come watch." 

Azriel was surprised, but never one one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He opened the door immediately and went to the chair at the desk across from the bed. 

Briar's long blonde curls were around her like a golden halo. Her back arched as Rhys began eating her out again. Her panting was rapid and heavy, her breasts bouncing lightly as she lowered her back to bed. She felt like her skin was on fire under Azriel's watchful gaze. He was memorizing every dip and curve of her, a hand resting under his chin as a soft smirk played on his face.

Do you want him to touch you baby? Briar whined and nodded. She felt Rhys chuckle softly into her clit purposely making her moan again. Call for your spymaster, little mate.

"Azriel," hazel eyes met green as Briar held her hand out to the shadowsinger, "Please. Need you." He blinked a her, a single dark brow arching as if to challenge her. "Az, please. So close. Need you."

He moved slowly at first until Rhys came into his head. She wants you to touch her Azriel. Would you rather taste her or have her taste you?

Cauldron boil me Rhys. You know what I'm going to pick. And the high lord did, he pulled off and out of Briar making her sigh sadly again but not whine as she watched her husband crawl up her body. 

"You're going to get on your hands and knees. You're going to sit that delicious cunt on Azriel's face. And you're going to suck my cock like a good little girl. Am I understood?" 

"Yes daddy." The three of them moved in sync and Azriel growled the second he had Briar in tasting distance. 

She was dripping, new heat hitting her core at how taboo this was. "Sit on my face, Briar." Rhysand gently pushed her shoulders lowering his mate on to Azriel's waiting mouth and tongue. 

The groan of pleasure that left Azriel the second her essence hit his tongue made Briar cry out loudly. Immediately, Azriel had his tongue buried inside of her walls, teeth gently grazing her swollen nerves. Rhys pulled his cock from his boxers and tapped the head on Briar's lips. "Open now." 

She parted her lips, immediately coming to lick off his precum.  We must be quick, my love. We can't have them waiting too long.

If he keeps doing whatever he's doing down there, I'll be done in seconds. Rhys laughed darkly and relayed the message to Azriel as he brought his wife's hair into a make shift ponytail and began slowly fucking her mouth. He groaned softly as shadows began playing with Briar's nipples. "Such a spoiled girl." Rhys thrusted harshly into her mouth making her gag.

Azriel smirked from below her and doubled down on his efforts, Briar was constantly moaning around Rhysand as he forced her to deep throat him, his eyes shutting, head thrown back in pleasure as she gagged and swallowed around him. Azriel began to tease her other puckered hole with his shadows. The second she started grinding her hips, moaning around Rhysand's cock, he asked his brother, Can I? 

Fuck her like a whore, Az. Give her a little taste of what this would be like. Azriel commanded the shadow, it pushed into Briar's ass and began gently fucking her while Azriel continued eating her cunt. It was dripping consistently now, and he was drinking every ounce he could, his tongue licking her inner walls. He undid his leather bottoms, pulling out his own cock and fisting it in time with his tongue in her cunt.

Rhysand looked down at Briar from his long lashed. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, her face red as she choked on his member, lips swollen with saliva falling on her chin. She was moaning around him like a well trained whore, and below her?

Below her was one of his favorite sights in the world, Azriel eyes shut in bliss, cock in his hand, he was practically drowning in Briar's juices. His wings flaring with joy, shadows circling her perfect body. Rhys has wanted to watch the two of them for a century now. But Gods his brother and her moaning together was almost too much. 

He could tell she felt guilty though. Guilty Az was not being stimulated since she couldn't see behind her. Her fingers twitched before slowly reaching down. She found the hard ridge of his massive wings and ran the backs of her fingers on it. Azriel and Rhysand both groaned at the sight. The scarred hands tightening down on her thighs while her husband's pulled her hair tighter.

Is this okay? She knew their wings were precious. She would never want to violate Azriel. 

"He wants you to play with him, my spider lily. Keep going. Show him how good you want him to feel." Rhysand's voice was breathy. She could tell by his twitching cock, the sloppy thrusts, and the vile things leaving his mouth he was close.

And so was she. She continued moan from Azriel's thick tongue and skilled mouth pulling her apart while his shadow fucked her rarely used hole. Dragging deliciously inside of her and making the efforts of Azriel's tongue feel doubled.

Azriel was moaning from her fingers gently massaging the sensitive parts of his wings, and from her pleasure. He was close. He would have came just from getting to watch Rhys and Briar. This was a surprise he had not been expecting, though, and he knew he would not last long.

Rhys moaned, whispering the dirtiest things as he continued roughly fucking the Daughter of Spring's throat. He could have died a happy male, right here, right now. Watching his wife struggle with all three of her holes filled, watching Azriel's hips buck his cock further into his hand as she played with his wing, then she touched Rhysand's wing, and he knew. He knew he was in for the end game. Make daddy cum, Briar. You know the spot.

Briar found the spot she wanted on Azriel first. It was the same spot she was now reaching for on Rhysand's own left wing. The second she tapped it on both of the wings, the males fell over the edge. Rhysand shoved her head fully onto his cock, coming undone deep down her throat. Whispering her name over and over as she swallowed his seed and never broke eye contact with him. Briar moaned, swallowing the salty liquid. She continued giving Rhys soft sucks in time with his hips twitching.

Azriel growled and whimpered from his high into Briar's cunt before latching directly onto his high lady's clit to make her fall over the edge as he came on his hand and leathers.  "Cum for him Briar." It was her high lord, mate, and husband's command that finally gave her the ability to cum on Azriel's waiting tongue. Rhys pulled out of her mouth allowing Azriel to hear her soft cries of his name name he allowed her to grind her hips on his face. 

"Azriel! Fuck! Gods yes!" Rhys caught Briar as her body gave out, finally falling too far over the edge of bliss. Her legs were shaking around Azriel's head as he held her thighs in place and worked her body through her high, allowing her inner walls to twitch on his tongue and greedily lapping each drop of her juices down. Rhys was in her ear, praising her as he held her chin and watched her eyes as she fell into an over stimulated haze.

He finally picked her up, allowing Azriel to sit up. "What do you say, Briar?"

Her cock drunk eyes hit Azriel as she smiled softly, "Thank you."

He nodded, "Anything for my high lady. I'm going to change and let them know you're on the way." With that sentence he was gone, Rhys giving him a scent shield so no one would know what just happened. 

He snapped a true night court dress on Briar. It was a thin black gossamer with hand sewn gems making it look as though she was covered in stars. Her body was mostly exposed. Everyone would see the marks he had already left on her. He fixed her golden crown before snapping clothing on himself.  He leaned down kissing his wife and mate deeply waiting for Azriel to give the okay.

They're all seated and ready whenever you are.

Winnowing now. Rhys pulled Briar to him, smirking at her flushed freckled cheeks, her wide doe eyes pleading for more. The next several hours would have to be mental stimulation, teasing touches. A big built up, he had decided, until the two of them were alone again, hopefully with a spymaster in tow.

He winnowed them directly into the town house and pulled away from her when they hit their destination. He led her into the hall by the small of her back. The inner circle all stood next to two empty chairs. Lucien took one look at Briar and had to school his reaction before sneakily giving Rhys a thumbs up.

"How nice of you all to join us here," Rhys faked the pleasantries as he greeted them all. "I'm sure my mate will forgive all of you for ruining the evening we had planned for our anniversary. Come, Briar Darling." They moved to sit. Taking the long way to their side. 

The room was silent. Tamlin's face had gone red as soon as the scent of his sister and Rhysand hit him, Elain giggled in the seat next to him. Helion was holding back laughter as he looked at the cock dazed high lady. Kallias and Viv had their mouths covered, eyes sparkling with glee. Rhys sat her in the chair meant for her before kneeling down in front of her.

"Briar Darling, are you with us?" Briar just sighed softly and kissed Rhysand making the Lord of Autumn scoff and Eris smirk. "Wonderful. That means my influential cock and I had almost gotten to do my job." A few laughs filled the room as Rhys winked to Beron. 

He tapped into Azriel's mind, And that you did yours wonderfully brother. Come back tonight so we can finish what we started. 

Azriel's wings fluttered in joy as Briar smiled softly at him. To the outside world, it appeared the High Lady was just acknowling her known sworn sword, but Azriel and Rhys knew what she was thinking as Rhysand poured in filthy inner thoughts into Azriel's mind. With pleasure brother. 

Rhysand moved into his own seat, his mate curling her legs into the chair and snaking an arm around his as she leaned into his shoulder. He leaned back, joking behavior gone as he put a hand on Briar's exposed leg, and stroked her outer thigh gently, "Welcome to my townhome, and welcome to Velaris, the City of Starlight. It is the gem of the Night Court. I would have prepared a tour and meal at one of Briar's favorite places to take newcomers had we known you all were coming, but we will make do with what we have." Lucien handed him the paperwork Rhysand had drafted for this meeting.  "Shall we get started?"

[arnaerr]

Sujamma Sundas

got tagged by @starrythroat and @firebastardextraordinaire, thank you! Tagging @lucien-lachance, @dirty-bosmer, @firebastardextraordinaire and everyone who has Elder Scrolls OCs and wants to join :>

Sharing some info and fun (?) facts about Tavi, my Hero of Kvatch

Her full name is Tavira Salaren, but she hates it.

She is a dunmer, prefers bow, but with time switched to the longsword; bad at magic. In game class - Agent ("Charming when they can be seen and almost invisible when in shadow.").

Stubborn, loves solitude and stray animals, has a shitty sense of humour.

Tavi left Morrowind to travel with the Khajit caravan, where she learned how to play music and sing. Eventually, she ended up in the Cyrodiil and started to make a living by exploring ancient ruins and hunting for magical artifacts to sell them.

By the time of Skyrim events, she founds a way to escape the Shivering Isles, and starts to travel.

While in Skyrim, she adopts a magpie and calls her Moroshka.

In the modern AU, she's a musician of some edgy rock group but also works as a barista, because I needed her to have a corny coffee shop situation.

Sleeping and training with the sword are her favourite activities.

[scorpiussage]

The Robin to My Batman (Neil Lewis/Fem!OC)

Pairing: Neil Lewis/Fem!OC 

Summary: A comic book store opens up next to Gumshoe Video prompting a hot and heavy feud between the two businesses and their nerdy owners. 

Theme: Romance - Enemies to Lovers 

Warnings: Nerds being nerds, smut 

The early morning walks to open Gumshoe Video are always enjoyable for Neil. He loves getting coffee from that family owned Armenian coffee shop down the street, greeting the old man who owns the hardware store across the street, and contemplating what the day’s theme should be. 

However, his gorgeous, peaceful morning comes to a screeching halt as he spots a large moving truck parked in front of Gumshoe— no, parked in front of the vacant store to the left of his. He quickly darts into the alleyway across the street and watches with mounting horror as some—so far unrecognizable—new business moves in. 

“No no no no no,” Neil mutters to himself, already picturing the worst case scenario. What if it’s a competing video store? Or perhaps on of those Christian shops that sells over priced bible themed tchotchkes? Both are miserable possibilities and he has no idea what he’ll do if either of those ends up being the case. 

When the coast is clear of movers, Neil goes sprinting into his store and making a made dash for the phone to call his friends. 

He has a bad feeling about this. 

…

The first time he sees her is at the grand opening of Golden Age Comics, the new comic book store next door. The first thing he sees when he walks in isn’t the life sized cutouts of various comic book characters placed strategically about nor the wall display of rare figurines. 

No, the first thing he sees is her, Bailey Taylor, the owner of the shop. She’s dressed like Wonder Woman, displaying these long shapely legs that have Neil’s jaw going slack in awe. She flutters about the store, greeting customers and advertising the big grand opening sale she’s running. 

Johnathan and Lucien, who came into the store with him, start needling each other excitedly, muttering about how hot she is and Neil can only feel dread. This can only spell bad news, he just knows it. 

Not at all like a coward, he quickly flees the store before she can approach him. 

…

The first time he actually meets Bailey, she comes into his shop. Today Gumshoe is having a deal on westerns and so Neil is dressed accordingly as a cowboy. When she walks into his store, it creates a rather comical juxtaposition as it appears her own store is having a sale on Japanese manga. 

Sailor Moon Bailey and Cowboy Neil stare each other down. 

“Um, hi,” she greets with an awkward little wave, her smile bright despite the uncomfortable mood, “I own the comic book store next door. My name is Bailey.” 

Neil nods stiffly, doing everything in his power to not stare at how hot she looks in that cosplay. When Neil fails to respond, an irritatingly adorable frown mars her features 

“Okay,” she mutters to herself before saying, “Well, I just wanted to see if you’d be willing to do a team-up and have a collaborative sale.” 

Neil scoffs, “And what? Hock old Adam West Batman tapes?”

She perks up and nods enthusiastically, “Yes! Exactly! I actually have this really great id-.”

Neil shudders at the thought and cuts her off before she can get going, “The old Batman show is absolute garbage in its cinematic delivery— no way would I subject my customers to that.” 

The glare she gives him could cut steel and admittedly makes his happy bits stir in interest. 

“Garbage?” She snarls, “That show was a pioneer for superhero media! Just because some over hyped alcoholic wife beater didn’t direct it, doesn’t mean it’s not good!” 

Neil’s eyes narrow at her and he crosses his arms, trying to appear more authoritative than he usually looks, “Oh believe me, the director has nothing to do with the bad editing and poor visual shots!” 

The woman looks like she’s visibly holding herself back from launching herself over the counter and decking Neil in the face. His cock makes another inappropriate twitch at the thought and he internally scolds himself for these reactions. 

Without another word, Bailey storms out of the store and stomps her way back to her own shop and Neil breathes a sigh of relief. 

God, he really needs to get laid if some uneducated comic dork is getting him riled up. 

…

After that disastrous first encounter, a Cold War of sorts settles over the two businesses. If Neil is having a sale, Bailey will have a better one. If Neil does a midnight showing of a movie, Bailey hosts a free-to-join D&D party. If Neil dressed up, Bailey does too but does it better. 

It’s aggravating. 

Neil doesn’t even know what it is about her that has him going absolutely insane, but it’s beginning to be a problem. For instance, last week she dressed up like Cat Woman and strutted about both in and out of her store, placing herself in full view of Neil boredly manning the register of his own shop. He had to go and jerk off in his office like five times; and he was still horny afterwards!

Like he said— problem. 

And it’s only getting worse. 

“Dude, oh my god! She’s dressed like a school girl today!” Johnathan says while rushing into the shop, a lecherous grin on his face, “Her skirt is so short!” 

Lucien cheers and Neil rams his head onto the surface of the checkout counter repeatedly. 

He’s gonna die horny and infuriated by her subpar taste in cinema, it’s inevitable. 

Lucien just gives him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder and leaves him to his melancholy while he and Johnathan go next door. 

“Ugh what do I do?!” He laments pathetically to himself. 

…

The second interaction that Neil has with Bailey happens on a slow night for both businesses. 

Neil is parked on the shop couch, watching Lady in the Lake and barely staying awake when she comes into his shop. She’s dressed normal today in a worn Captain Marvel t-shirt and denim shorts and he’s a little too tired to properly hide the slow up and down he gives her. 

A little blush settles on her face when she catches him doing that. 

“Slow night?” She asks after clearing her throat awkwardly. 

“Yeah, you?” 

Bailey blows a raspberry and nods, walking over to the couch and throwing herself down onto it next to Neil. He quickly scoots over, giving her room while trying to smooth his shirt and hair down to look less like a mess. 

“What are we watching?” She asks. 

Things sort of devolve from there. Whether it was one innocent comment taken the wrong way, or an intentional dig, it prompts a fresh new screaming match between the two of them over the cinematic quality of the Adam West Batman series. This woman will not let go of that trash TV series, Neil realizes.

Bailey gets up from the couch at some point, Neil hot on her heels as they move their heated argument about the store. It’s when they’re next to the wall that Neil pushes her against the surface and pins her arms high above her. He’s not thinking when he kisses her, pushing his tongue into her mouth to taste her— he’s running purely on adrenaline and instinct. 

That first kiss they share is not a gentle one; it’s rough and filthy and hot. 

“You are such a brat,” Neil bites out scathingly, his hands slipping away from her wrists to start running over her chest, cupping those perky tits of hers in his hands. 

“You are an obnoxious tool!” She sneers in return, her now free hands making quick work of his belt buckle and the button on his jeans. 

“I can’t believe how terrible your taste is in cinema! A rock would have better opinions!” Neil helps her push his pants down and then reaches forward to yank her shirt off. The bra she’s wearing is just a simple navy colored one but it has him physically biting back a moan at the sight. 

She smirks up at him, then pushes him away with a rough shove, sending him into one of the shelves. She gets into his space, wrapping her arms around his neck and initiating another one of those blood racing kisses. 

He reaches down and grabs her under her thighs, hoisting her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He starts walking them back towards his office, fully intent on throwing her down onto his couch in there and getting all this frustration out of his system. 

Sex has always been pretty gentle and by-the-book for Neil, he’s never had a desire to be rough or for a partner to be rough with him, but Bailey makes his head fuzzy. She makes him want to do things he’s never done before. 

“Fuck— Neil!” She gasps when he puts her down and immediately sticks his hand down the front of her shorts and starts rubbing along her slit. It’s so wet and he groans, his cock twitching in anticipation. 

“Can’t wait to shut you up,” he tells her, his long fingers alternating between rubbing vicious circles on her clit and slipping down to enter her with harsh thrusts, “Been thinking about this for weeks.” 

Her fingers scratch lightly across his stomach as she pushes his shirt up, “Well, you’re going to have to do lot better than this to make that happen.” 

His eyes narrow and he pulls his hand out of her shorts, ripping the button open and yanking them down her legs. He grips her around her hips and flips her onto her stomach, climbing onto her legs to keep her from kicking about. 

“I am so sick of that smart mouth,” he tells her before laying a loud slap to her right ass cheek, making her cry out in surprise that dissolves into a moan. He would spank her in earnest, but he’s been so fucking horny for so long that he only gives her a few smacks before slipping his fingers up under the edge of her panties, rubbing the buttery soft skin of her ass. 

Trailing his hands up, he unhooks her bra and climbs off of her so that she can turn over onto her back. She’s quick to shuck off her bra and panties, exposing herself entirely to his hungry gaze. 

“You said you thought about this for weeks,” she remarks while slipping her fingers down to her folds, “How many times did you jerk off to me?”

He groans and goes down to his knees, leaning forward and shouldering his way between her thighs. 

“So many fucking times,” he admits shamelessly before licking into her with enthusiasm.

Her fingers thread through his hair, tugging him forward and using the leverage to grind against his face. He could die here, smothered between those shapely thighs, and it would be in total bliss. Her moans are the sweetest thing he’s ever heard and he endeavors to hear them get louder. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?” He asks, his fingers returning their journey of entering her and his eyes watching with hooded rapture as her cunt sucks them into her. 

“Neil,” she gasps his name, chanting it like a prayer and he picks up the pace with his fingers. He sucks on that hard little bud of hers and feels her cum around his fingers, that soaking cavern gripping him tightly. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, “please let me fuck you.” 

Her thighs are shaking as she comes down from her orgasm high, “Yes, fuck yes.” 

He doesn’t need any more encouragement— he’s barely got his underwear down before he’s pushing into her. She’s tighter and wetter than any other pussy he’s been in and he tells her as much, rasping filthy things into her ear as he begins a brutal and unrelenting rhythm. 

“Thought about bending you over the front counter and fucking you stupid so many times.” 

Her nails dig into his back, raking along the surface and certainly leaving their mark. 

The thought alone of her marking him could make him cum. He bites his lip harshly to try and wrestle back some control, unwilling to see it end so soon. 

It barely works as his hips stutter in their thrusting. 

“Can I cum in you?” He asks— no, practically begs her.

Her arms snake around his shoulders, tugging his head forward to rest against hers, their mouths finding each other hungrily. Between filthy, tongue filled kisses, she gasps, “Please!” 

Permission granted, he buries himself as deep as possible inside of her, the head of his cock nudging her cervix, and he cums. He groans loud and long as those warm, wet walls squeeze every last drop from his cock, sucking it better than any blow job could manage. 

He pulls out of her slowly and almost reluctantly, sad to part from that perfect cunt of hers. A flow of white cum follows his departure, dripping from her opening and over her ass in thick globs. 

He’s never seen something so sexy in his life and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he doesn’t get to see it again. 

Stepping back from Bailey, he grabs his shirt off the floor and uses it to wipe her clean, chuckling at the deadpan look she gives him for the effort. Tossing the shirt aside, he climbs onto the couch and lays himself out next to her, pulling her to rest against his chest. 

They lay like that for a long time, catching their breaths and basking in the after glow. 

“You don’t really hate the Adam West Batman series, do you?” Bailey asks, her eyes looking up at Neil imploringly. 

Neil about answers the way he normally would but when he looks down at her and sees the earnest expression she’s wearing, he doesn’t have it in him to be an asshole. 

“No, it’s not that bad,” he lies and feels his heart flutter when she shoots him a beaming smile in return. 

He thinks he can stand mediocre cinema for her sake. 

[thelov3lybookworm]

I Am Forever Yours (part 3)

Day 6: Reputation

Summary: They assumed.

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Word Count: 1092

Warnings: snobby, jealous ladies trynna bully yn but yn is a badass 😏, i think kinda oc lucien cus he hasnt fucked around at all heheheeheheheheh

A/n: look i just find people who wait till marriage to have intimate relations to be adorable and neat 🥹

(its me im neat and my future husband better be too 🤭)

edit: if you saw me edit the last line to add in a dialogue no u didnt 😇

@lucienweekofficial

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Y/n knew there were quite a few ladies who would kill to be in her place. After all, becoming the bride of one of the princes was no small matter. Especially when said prince was the most charming gentleman the kingdom had ever seen.

Royal and elite families, even from neighbouring kingdoms, as well as more potential brides had all been invited to the wedding. And where there was a wedding, there was a gathering of the ladies. And where there were ladies gathered, there were rumours spreading.

And Y/n found herself in such a setting the night before her wedding, and the topic of discussion, unfortunately, was her husband.

"Did you know he lives amongst the poor?"

"I cannot fathom why he would do that."

"Does he not get to spend like his brothers?"

"Poor him. I heard he might be a bastard child, and that is why he’s always left out of things."

Y/n heaved a frustrated sigh. From the past hour, she had been sitting here courtesy of her mother’s scoldings on propriety and etiquette, and if she left in the middle of the tea party after dinner it would be disrespectful. That the ladies would think marrying a prince got to her head and she thinks them beneath her.

One of the younger ladies’s giggles caught Y/n’s attention, and she turned to look at what was so funny.

"You know, there are rumours that he has fire in his veins."

High pitched giggles followed that statement, and Y/n’s cheeks burned from the implications in that statement.

Am I being too dirty minded?

But the next second, her worries were blown away by the words of an entirely too smug lady who sat closer to Y/n. "Oh, believe me, he does."

The others in their little group gasped, beginning to hound her for information.

"Did you have him in your bed?"

Y/n clenched her jaw just imagining such an erotic scene, pulse spiking.

"Oh no, I am not so fortunate. But I have surely dreamed about it and heard from others."

It gave Y/n little peace knowing that even though he might not have slept with others, people drooled over him still. She wanted to chide herself for having such thoughts, considering she had only met Lucien at that ball a month ago and was not even married yet.

But not for long, she reminded herself. The wedding would be tomorrow, and then she would have all rights to be possessive over him.

"Lady Oak, you are far too lucky. How did you even get him to agree to your proposal?"

Y/n blinked, meeting the eyes of the lady who grinned at her fiendishly. Her eyes narrowed.

Her name must be husband stealer or something.

She snorted at her own thoughts when another lady who looked younger than her piped up.

"Is it because your father is the advisor and the king forced him?"

Y/n fisted her hand, smiling sweetly. "Oh no, quite the opposite actually."

Husband-stealer laughed. "Oh, so prince Lucien asked your father for your hand? Can’t be, for he has been known to reject proposals left and right."

"Oh, did he reject your proposal too?"

Y/n leaned back in her cushioned chair, innocently gazing at husband-stealer as colour darkened her face, anger evident in every part of her body.

"That does not matter. He does not seem the type to stay with one partner forever anyways."

"You do not have to worry about his betrayals for you are not the one going to be affected by it."

Husband-stealer stood abruptly, glaring at Y/n for a moment before announcing she was going to retire to her room to her companions who did not bother to wish her back and focused on Y/n.

Another win, Y/n thought with a smirk.

"When did you meet him?"

"Last month during the ball he approached me, and when I told him to basically leave me alone, he asked for my hand in marriage. My father said yes."

"And you had no problem?"

Y/n’s smile turned genuine thinking about Lucien stalking up to her father and talking to him with his usual charm. She remembered very vividly how her father’s eyes had widened and he had stuttered through a response, his lips spreading in a grin.

"No. I had only seen him that day and I knew he would be the best suitor. Moreover, I trusted my father’s judgement."

The younger girls sighed in wonder, their eyes glazing over as they themselves imagined themself in her position.

Hiding her grin, Y/n stood, bidding them goodbye before making ehr way to her own bridal suite, anticipation building in her gut.

Tomorrow.

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Lady Oak, you are far too lucky. How did you even get him to agree to your proposal?

Somehow, after a whole day had passed, after the wedding officiant had pronounced Lucien and Y/n husband and wife, after the reception and dinner party, husband-stealers’ words came back to Y/n.

Was she not right for Lucien? Had he made a mistake? Would he doubt their marriage just as the ladies had?

"Y/n?"

She turned to her new husband, who grinned at her, holding open the door to their bed chamber. She tried to smile back, but of course, even under the dim lighting of the corridor, Lucien saw it.

"Did something happen?"

Y/n paused, wondering if she should tell him what she’d heard.

"It’s just… some ladies were talking about you last night." His brows furrowed and he nodded at her to continue. "They said you would… betray me."

Understanding dawned on his eyes, and he reached out to touch Y/n’s cheek. "You do not have to worry about that. I’d rather cut my own di- private parts off than be with someone that is not my lawfully wedded wife."

Y/n blushed. How could she ever have even given thought to husband-stealer’s words? They were just that. Words.

"Thank you."

He rolled his eyes. "Do not thank me for common human decency." He paused, then- "May I kiss you?"

Y/n’s breath hitched. "I’ve never-"

"Neither have I."

Y/n’s eyes widened. "But- but they said-"

"They assumed."

Y/n closed her mouth with a snap.

"I always thought being loyal to your future partner had a certain romantic side to it. So? May I kiss you now?"

"I- yes but I do not know how to-"

He kissed her.

"I am forever yours."

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[jules-writes-stories]

2024 Fic Writer End of Year Roundup

Answer and then tag three or more creators to keep the game going!

Thank you to everyone who tagged me! I'm sorry this is late. I've been working on it for days. It's really long.

1. How many words did you publish on AO3 in 2024?

366,893

2. How many fics did you complete this year?

9!

3. How many in progress or ongoing fics did you start this year?

I have 1 WIP: A Love That Bleeds and a Koschei x Eris fic that's not posted yet (but close to drafted).

4. What was your favorite thing you wrote?

I love all my babes equally, but I am most proud of Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows, which was my first fan fic, and a true labor of love.

5. What piece was your most experimental or different from your usual style?

Monster feels different from a lot that I've written. It's pre-cannon and examines Lucien and Eris's relationship, and is not ship-centered.

6. Did any fics surprise you - either while writing or their reception?

My Azris modern AU The Night Court Lounge really took me by the throat. It was supposed to be a slutty little spite fic and then it just took off. The boys caught feelings and I caught feelings. But I have @pippsmcgee to thank for hyping that story up. She was the brain child behind a big plot point, the pet names, and just talked me through positions and timing and what ifs... truly a gift.

7. Do you have a fic you wrote and loved that went under the radar? (This is your sign to reblog/repost it!)

Hmmm... not sure? Maybe my Amarantha x OC fic? It's hard to write pre-canon stories, especially for a villain! A Love That Bleeds is pretty dark and touches upon themes of slavery, love and autonomy, and is different from much that I write. But I am so proud of it.

8. Who is an artist that inspired you?

There are too many talented artists to list. Here are a few: @nus4y who makes Azriel's skin literally glow and everything just screams passion. LOOK AT HIS BRILLIANCE on A03 (NSFW)

@queercontrarian never fails to surprise me. Their take on the Court fashions, hair styles, jewelry. So much diversity and representation. THIS is one of my all time favorites. THEEESAN.

@palomita-de-la-sangre whose style is so unique and gorgeous and raw. This is what I mean.

@seihdacalling is immensely talented! Her Eris and pups and JEL Eris? AND LOOK AT MITHRAS (my beloved OC).

@bloodyplunder whose work is so passionate and full of color and movement. LOOK at this! AND (NSFW) LOOK AT JEL CHAPTER 25 on AO3!

@fourteentrout is inspired and talented. And all around incredibly kind and supportive. Just brilliant. LOOK AT FIRE SPRITE ERIS

@laxibbeb creates characters' faces in a way that hold so much emotion. NESTA is a favorite, omg... and AZRIEL IN STIRRUPS.

@elleybug @chunkypossum @lucychanart (who made me a Tamsand believer. God, this one?) so many more...

9. Who is an author that inspired you?

There are SO many. First and foremost, @chunkypossum who welcomes new creators with so much warmth and support. Every single story. Every word is magical. @iftheshoef1tz is another legend who is so kind and warm and wickedly talented. Every single story is perfection. Will they adopt me as my Azris parents? Maybe. Congrats! It's a shoe-possum!

@the-darkestminds is truly someone I could write a book about. The emotions she brings out with her characters and words will leave you breathless. If you want to feel, read her stories. You will walk away so full of every emotion, but also with a newfound appreciation for each character. And @mistandmemories whose Eris is the funniest, most clever, most lovable in the biz. Her Azriel makes me laugh constantly. How you ask? Shenanigans. Windows, pants, awkward moments of self doubt and a precious inability to communicate. Go read it. The plots, the politics. The WIT. The decades of delicious edging. (It was several chapters but gods it felt like a lifetime).

These two have been writing their own multi-chapter fics beside me this year, and without their friendship and support, I probably wouldn't have finished. ILY!

@pippsmcgee will never be rid of me and my neurotic little paws. This one just looks at a story, a character, a scene, and says "you know what will make it even more (painful, sexy, exciting)?" And you better listen. But she also wrote a beautiful story about young Azriel that inspired me so much this year.

@shadowsandlint is full of talent-- Her prose is layered with meaning and flows so naturally. I can't put her stories down.

@zenkindoflove For her OC Alexius, who is my baby forever and ever. Creating an OC is gutsy and brave and takes so much talent. She's got it all. Also stunning world building and dialogues! And don't get me started on Elucien...

@talibunny30 For her depictions of young Nesta and her OC Boudica. She shows so much of Nesta's trauma in a thoughtful and honest way. I love it!

@neciebee whose writing is like poetry. Every time I read it I'm like, wait! Come back. Tell me more. I want... more? Gimme!

@witch-and-her-witcher whose fics are so magical. Her Nessian is my all time favorite. Nesta, Cassian, the Illyrian culture that she built for us. Just stunning.

@born-to-riot for VAMREN. But also sexy plots, hilarious shadows, and fluffy Azris moments we need.

@acourtofladydeath for writing pieces that challenge readers to sit with uncertainty-- gray characters and grief that lingers but also carry lessons and hope.

@secret-third-thing for such perfect storytelling-- every word matters and every image counts. The descriptions and details are exact, the settings are lush and imaginative. Also, Artaban.

I could keep going... If you are not on this list, but I've commented or left kudos or bookmarked your fic, you've left a mark. If not, I'm coming for you in 2025!

10. Who is a new author you discovered?

@g00seg1rl who writes smut like a witch. A very sexy witch. @nus4y who is another sexy witch? Watch out for these two. @jolenes-library is so talented! Motorcycle Azris AU. Enough said. @buffy-vanserra whose prose is beautiful. Every word matters. @clockwork-ashes has so many lovely pieces I couldn't choose just one. @unanswered-stars for those damn letters. You know the ones. I'm still crying. @yanny-77 : Best Elain in the biz. And the Lip Ring.

11. Did you do any collaborations? How did it start?

@brunetterebel010 @mistandmemories and I wrote A Solstice Carol. It started as a lot of joking about Rhys being Scrooge. And it became a true passion project! @talibunny30 helped with brainstorming ideas and beta reading, and @fieldofdaisiies and @pippsmcgee beta read.

Also my partner in crime in all Azris fics: @pippsmcgee who talks me through plotting the political animal, asks the important questions, and twists the knife of angst. She keeps my eyeball obsession in check.

12. What accomplishments are you proudest of?

I'm most proud of Just Enough Light to Cast Shadows. It really is silly, but finishing it, right at the end of 2024, and looking back at all the new friends I've made along the way, and how it has touched other people just makes this year feel special.

Thank you so much to @pippsmcgee for helping me land that plane. And for being my very first comment, ever. When I saw you and @talibunny30 and @neciebee were reading, I felt legit. And to @mistandmemories and @the-darkestminds who were on this journey with me. It was so important to walk beside you during it all!

13. What did you learn about writing or creating this year?

Write was brings you joy. Comparison is the thief of that joy. You can only write your own story, and it's ok if it's not for everyone. Because a story that is everyone's is probably no one's, you know? It will reach the people it needs to.

Outlines are important (for my process). They saved my ass so many times. And beta readers. And friends. And reader-readers. They all saved me too.

14. What is your advice?

Surround yourself with people who cheer you on. Be sure to support other creators. The community aspect of fandom is important. We're all just out here putting our hearts onto the screen and hitting Post.

15. What are your creative goals for 2025?

Finish A Love That Bleeds, Finish my Koschei x Eris fic, and start plotting out a longer Azris multi-chapter fic. It's a little seed right now, but one day soon...

[nickyroethemarinebiologist]

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