#oc: aralia

[hamletisintown]

It's almost 3am but I just had to draw mantids. Look at them.

[falkecat]

OCtober Day 2 - New OC Here's my newest OC, Aralia! She's my current player character in Terraria ^w^

[reye-chan]

tfw you're bopping around, breeding for mild nature + flame body litwick, your first egg is exactly what you want! yay!

and then the second egg is a fucking shiny

i got pokerus earlier too the actual hell is this file

[maironsbigboobs]

[macabrecabra]

I was taken so off guard by how AWESOME this is, had to go take a walk to figure out the right words to express how AMAZING THIS IS!! AHHHH! You did each character such justice and so much art!!! It is mindboggling! I really like the Aralia art, she looks so happy and miscivious in the small ones! The orph with Pya in the background mde me giggle... makes me feel she is photoboming a call with their boss XD The Tarot cards are so amazing too! Ahhh! I already am using the Aralia one as a phone background now = w = Thank you so much!!!

I had the pleasure of being @macabrecabra’s Secret Satan this time for the tiefling edition! I was so ecstatic that I got them because I was wanting to attack them during artfight but didn’t get the time!

So I had so much fun with their characters Zarabi, Aralia and Orphedius that I made it a set of Tarot cards just based on aesthetics hehe

I also made a bunch of little extras! I hope you like them!

[moodandmist]

✨😻😘SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY😘😻✨

Ahhhhh, Hello friends!! I miss you all so much. I wanted to be with you today in this little way. I think I'm realizing more and more that one of the best things we can do for our creative pursuits is to keep in community with friends, cheering each other on. I'm trying to prioritize being here again.

Do any of you struggle with not knowing which writing genre to focus on??? Like say you've written some things that you like but are like...do I put this in a fanfic? Do I save it for an OC story?? Do I turn it into a book of poetry and prose? What if I use it now but then it would have been better saved for this other thing in the future?!

I find that terrifying and I'm feeling really kind of frozen right now. Anywho. Thoughts on how you move past that??

So here is a short thing (I didn't count sentences, I think we've given up on that, right?)...I'm writing a lot of vignettes lately that (see above) I'm not sure where I will put them ultimately. But well, they are all about sex and intimacy and love and connection and fear etc etc so.

So sexy type thing below the cut. Sending tons of love to you all and hoping you are feeling creatively energized and if not, let's help each other get there and stay there! <3

At 4 a.m. I’m awoken by the sound of their breathing and the soft rasp of their hand moving, chasing their need. I turn, sleep-slow, toward them; a planet turning toward the sun, called to warmth. I lie in stillness and watch the rise of their chest, their shoulders, every curve illuminated in the diffused light of pre-dawn. 

In this moment I want something like cradling them and something like driving them to the edge of madness. To both soothe them and watch them bleed, and to taste it.

In the end they sense my eyes on them and reach for me, sure fingers wrapping around my wrist, drawing my hand to them. Time is slow and I move with honey in my bones.

We’ve entered some plane of existence outside of life in the city. Life beyond this small room has paused, no sounds of sirens, every car stopped, the entirety of the city holding its breath.

******

Now what are you all doing?!? @fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whatevertheweather @bookish-bogwitch @skeedelvee

@artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @aristocratic-otter

@ileadacharmedlife @thewholelemon @raenestee @creepyspice @confused-bi-queer

@jbrrring @johnwgrey @palimpsessed @captain-aralias @stardustasincocaine

@martsonmars @gekkoinapeartree @whogaveyoupermission @shrekgogurt

[larkral]

First Line Analysis

Thanks @kiwiana-writes for the tag! Apparently even though I've been back in fandom for two years, that doesn't equate to ten fics. So this includes the opening line from one of my ancient Battlestar Galactica fics. Which, honestly stands up IMO.

RULES: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.

Lines

The Co-captain D-men Reveille (™, patent not yet pending) spits out a rapid guitar riff, the CD alarm and selection of Haus mix CDs randomizing their wake-up soundtrack to Infinity Guitars. (Friday Prime - a Check Please Ransom/Holster time loop fic)

The call comes at 3am. (finally (already, always) - a Carry On Snowbaz fic but let's be honest a love story to lesbian mums, still a WIP)

The ocean is a warped mirror, and the sun is glancing into my eyes from its every shifting peak. (Feet Burried in the Sand - a Carry On Snowbaz fic)

If you've never seen a MG in person, you aren't ready for it. (Three Months or 3,000 Miles - a Carry on Snowbaz fic)

It's very hot. (Visible at sea - an In Other Lands / Turn of the Story Sunbrat fic)

The day I became a Sophomore, as our dorms rotated down, my room was suddenly twice its previous size. (A Dangerous Affinity - a Carry On x Naomi Novik's Scolomance Snowbaz epic)

The first thing I noticed about Agatha was the line where her jaw slopes into her neck, the interplay of tendons and skin and bone: the sternocleidomastoid, the hyoids, the styloid process. (scapulae - a smutty femslash offshoot of A Dangerous Affinity, so technically a Carry On fic featuring Agatha/OC)

It’s been ages since I’ve walked in on Snow crying into his pillow. (Good at Something - a Carry On Snowbaz blowjob epic)

We’re leaving the movie theatre when Penny sees the ice cream shop. (Baby, it's cold - a Carry on Snowbaz+Stormchaser fluff-fest)

He wouldn’t say his ears are ringing, but there’s something vibrating just like that, his consciousness modulating on its axis. (An Arranged Meeting - a Battlestar Galactica Starbuck/Apollo sex club fic)

Analysis

Apparently I have two types of opening lines: SNAPPY AS FUCK and heavy with figurative language.

Literally none of these tell you who the POV character is. Apparently I like to keep that information close to my chest.

Most of these seem to be about establishing concrete details that will be relevant to the story. Only 2 and 8 don't do that work.

Looks like I'm into showing not telling. In context all of these lines except for 9 have meaningful emotional weight, but I'm going to make you work for it.

Tags below the cut!

Come join me in navel gazing about your writing! <3

@facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

@ileadacharmedlife @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @petedavidsonscock @artsyunderstudy

@martsonmars @nausikaaa @nightimedreamersghost @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @that-disabled-princess

@shrekgogurt  @palimpsessed @fatalfangirl​ @blackberrysummerblog @wellbelesbian​

@j-nipper-95 @youarenevertooold @emeryhall @run-for-chamo-miles @talentpiper11 @mooncello

@run-for-chamo-miles @roomwithanopenfire @monbons

[reinwinters]

Current WIP of my OC Vincent Aralias from my upcoming book Series, The Unburnt Prince, by M.L. Winters.

(Release Oct 11th 2024)

I might duplicate this and make an Astarion version.

Thoughts?

[forabeatofadrum]

Hello and a happy El WooWoo to everyone, but more importantly, a happy birthday to Simon Snow!!! 🥳🥳🥳 Thank you @blackberrysummerblog​ for the tag.

I have a long post, actually. I am surprised myself, and also, it is not about my thesis (🤯) for a change. But anyway, a few weeks ago, I wrote a post about the Glee podcast And That’s What You Really Missed and about how they discuss Asian racism in the show, and how it resonated with me. Good ole @thnxforknowingme​ reblogged it and it got some traction and I liked reading everyone’s tags. At the end of the post, I mentioned that I started writing a fic/character study to sort of “reclaim” the weird shit that Glee put its Asian characters through. It’s about Mike, Tina, Blaine, Wes and an original character.

Tina and the OC’s story is about being adopted into a white family, Mike’s about moving to America from China as a young child, Blaine’s about being biracial and Wes’s about being the child of immigrants. As my post also said, I haven’t touched that fic since 2018. I did share some snippets of it before, here on my blog. You can find them here and here. But for this post (😉) I am opening this document again to post this:

“You learn to live with it,” Mike always says, “You start to accept casual racism from your friends.” And it’s true, but it still stings every now and then.

Mike and Tina always joke about the ‘Asian’ ‘Other Asian’ thing, but why does Coach Sylvester have to group them together like that?

Why do people always assume Mike and Tina are secretly related? Puck’s jokes about that aren’t funny anymore.

Mike knows Tina doesn’t like it when people say that they’re both Chinese.

Tina isn’t a ‘Geisha’, and people aren’t even willing to listen to her when she tries to explain that she’s Korean, not Japanese- and yes, Geishas are Japanese.

Mike and Tina are pretty sure they can eat with a knife and fork and Rachel can stop putting chopsticks in her hair.

Not gonna lie, this is good. I don’t wanna come off as conceited, but I had a rough time picking out a snippet. There are so many moments in this document (promptly called “Tina”) that are still so relatable. Also, I gave Wes the username GavelMan92. I don’t know if I will ever finish it. I can see from the document that I am writing this as a couple of standalone chapters, not one big fic, so maybe I can post some finished parts, although there is still a chronological order somewhere.

What do you guys think? Even if you aren’t a Gleek (hewwo Snowbazzians!), would you read an uncompleted fic that consists of vignettes? Or would it be better to publish all chapters separately and then add them to one series in AO3? I have written a bullet point fic for my SJAEU with this idea in mind: so that I can add later chapters out of order in a series. Even though I haven’t added anything to the SJAEU series yet (oop), it is an easy possibility and I have also been thinking about posting my Sense8/Glee AU in this way.

Ah, choices, choices.

And now, the weather. It’s calm after the storm. Yes, there was a storm in the Netherlands: @quizasvivamos @blurglesmurfklaine @coffeegleek @esperantoauthor @otherworldsivelivedin @caramelcoffeeaddict @sillyunicorn @bazzybelle @dragoneggos @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @thnxforknowingme @captain-aralias @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @takitalks @justgleekout @cerriddwenluna @tea-brigade @ivelovedhimthroughworse @moodandmist @whogaveyoupermission @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @ionlydrinkhotwater @1908jmd @wowbright @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral​ @chen-chen-chen-again-chen​ @cutestkilla​ @nausikaaa​/@wellbelesbian​ @artsyunderstudy​ @martsonmars​ @facewithoutheart​ @shrekgogurt​ @boyinjeans​ @rockitmans​ @bitbybitwrites​ @whatevertheweather​

[hamletisintown]

Very short attempt at faetober from february.

I was using it as an opportunity to create new fae chara-designs inspired by actual insect species (such as the rose chafer lady and the moss-mimic stickbug lady from that last pic) but it made the challenge harder than it should have been, which made me give up way too fast oops.

It was fun though, I might pick it up and finish it later…

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Hi, hello, hola, and happy Stab Caesar Day! Tumblr ate my original draft because, um, I guess its hunger is horrible and insatiable? But here I am for take two. Thank you to @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, and @forabeatofadrum, who tagged me today and who continue to craft delightful things.

Updates on My Good Egg (Good morning, good night, good morning): My plan of posting Chapter 4 today ain't gonna happen. I updated the author's notes, but the next posting date is TBD. I need to focus on my health right now, and then I'll be travelling for a bit (March 24-April 7). But hey, if you've been meaning to read this one, now's a great time to catch up? 🤣

In the meanwhile, I'll share a snippet featuring several of my OCs, Baz's queer, chaotic uni friends. Behind the cut for mild spice. 🌶️

Bunce goes off with Simon so that she can pump the American bartender for information, and as soon as they’re out of earshot, Emma leans forward, her eyes glittering. “Well?”

“Well what.”

“I told Liu and Ramesh you got kidnapped,�� Emma says, waving her hand dismissively, “and of course we’re all very worried and hope you’re doing okay and acclimating to regular life again, but have. You. Ridden. That.” 

Baz regrets downing a few rats before they left for the pub, because it means he has enough blood in him to blush. “We’ve been figuring out this kidnapping situation,” he says coolly. “It hasn’t left much time for carnal pursuits.” 

“Baz,” Liu says, aghast. “Why haven’t you fucked that nice himbo? He’s clearly gagging for it - he couldn’t stop staring at your arse in those jeans.” 

“Is he a himbo?” Ramesh says. He pulls out a pen and starts to doodle a triple Venn diagram on a napkin. “He seemed like more of a twunk to me. And he’s got a great bear belly.” 

“Ladies,” Emma says, her hands fluttering in mock-distress, “please don’t objectify that sweet boy before Baz gets to objectify him. Baz will eat his fill of the man-meat and then give us a report.” 

(Please put in the comments/tags if you think Simon Snow is a twunk, a himbo, or something else delightful. 🤣)

Hello tags and tagbacks: @whogaveyoupermission, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whogaveyoupermission (THE EDGING CONTINUES), @raenestee, @ileadacharmedlife, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @shemakesmeforget, @theimpossibledemon, @imagineacoolusername

More about the hiatus for My Good Egg:

(Warning for some hard stuff, Big Feelings, trauma recovery. Feel free to skip and just bask in Ides of March posts instead!)

Okay, so introspective life/writing blather here... I keep meaning to write a post, at some point, about some of the best practices that I follow when I am writing about material that is heavy, like in Baker boxer teacher grief or the Rosethorn girl universe.

A lot of stuff that works for me is probably self-evident: go slow, be gentle, ground yourself, talk to safe people, have a release valve, be able to walk away, offer yourself a lot of self-care and self-compassion, take care of the soft animal of your body. And don't feel like you have to put everything in - some of what you can write can just be for you, and it can be enough to have written it, and not include it in the finished product.

I honestly didn't expect Good morning, good night, good morning to get me where I live. It is, as I've always maintained, a dumb horny rom com (that somehow developed a plot and backstory and plot TWISTS and OCs but ANYWAY). But there was a line in Chapter 3 that kept rattling around in me:

“You were a kid,” Simon says, his voice low and angry. “You were just a kid.” 

This is not the first time I've been triggered by own fic (and probably won't be the last, LOL!), but this one did me a doozy. I've had to take a few steps back, and just focus on recovering from trauma that's been reactivated in my body. It is wild what the body remembers, and how it holds onto pain.

(There is, at the same time, other stuff happening with my family with grief and estrangement and just a whole mischegoss of hard feelings, so that adds another element into the mix.)

To circle back round to My Good Egg: I'm putting it to the side for now while I tend to my health and just recovering from the past few weeks. It's funny - I don't think it's a particularly angsty story or one that does a super deep dive into trauma, but I need to take some pieces off my plate right now, and this fic is one of them.

I will always keep writing - the WIP game has been a delightful brain refresher, and I have a very fun Six Sentence Sunday post that I'm already excited to share. But for now, My Good Egg is gonna have a li'l nap. When I come back to it, I think I'll switch over to writing the second draft in its entirety, and then posting the chapters weekly, whenever that happens. I'm not putting a timeline on it right now.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk making your way through this personal essay, if you've gotten this far. I am continually blown away and delighted by everyone who engages with the fic, and I am so excited to serve you up some treats in the future.

To end on a lighter note, here is an exchange with my spouse, the inestimable EarlobeGreyTea who continues to offer thoughtful and nuanced feedback on this fic, Exhibit A:

EarlobeGreyTea: Did they fuck in this chapter?

Me: No Me: And they didn't fuck in the previous chapter Me: It's the EROTIC Grope Fest. It doesn't have to have explicit sex (yet) EarlobeGreyTea: Yeah, I guess it isn't the Sloppy Fuck Fest

Love you all. ❤️❤️❤️

[jdiknight]

i'm trying to do little refs for all my swtor ocs, so i wanted to test out the bases i made for that... first up, aralia, my zakuulan scion!! her talent for visions etc. were discovered in school because she used her foresight to cheat her classmates out of their pocket money. nobody was amused about it except for her, she found it hilarious.

pssst. it's only a rumor, but... one of the princes seems to have a soft spot for her...!!

[fatalfangirl]

Thank you for the tags today @confused-bi-queer, @ic3-que3n, @captain-aralias, @hushed-chorus, @martsonmars, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @takitalks, @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @artsyunderstudy. This fandom, y'all. I love seeing all your works!

I'm making my way through ch 2 of More than Friends, which I plan on having posted sometime this week. Baz is so much harder for me to write... but anyway:

“It’s one date, Baz. Michael’s your type, too.”

My arms were crossed. I tapped my fingers along my bicep and bounced my leg as I considered. “My type, huh?” 

“Broad, boyish, blue eyes,” Dev listed. “Just like a certain someone else we know.” He raised an eyebrow. I pushed my tongue against my bottom lip. 

“Fine.”

I'm creating so many OCs for this fic just to use them and lose them 😅. Sorry NPCs!

Some tags and hellos: @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whatevertheweather, @moodandmist (thank you for today!), @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @shrek-gogurt, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen, @creepyspice, @otherworldsivelivedin, @erzbethluna, and @ionlydrinkhotwater.

[enchantinglyjade]

Rise of the Titans Chapter Two

Goddess!OC x Loki

Masterlist Previous | Next (Coming Soon) Warnings: Character death

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“Come, Rodakina.”

A small, orange colored rabbit follows the girl through the woods, its coat nearly as bright as the child’s own hair.

Arali loves the tiny creature, almost as much as she loves all creatures, and has spent much time with it since she was a small toddler. They would go everywhere together, going on many adventures with one another.

She has much in common with her Rodakina. It is what she looks like in the eyes of the gods, in the eyes of most of Olympia for that matter. It is the first thing she has learned to nurture and has fallen in love with the feeling since.

Arali is currently on one of her daily adventures, hoping to find an interesting branch, or an odd colored rock. Though, it seems she has lost track of time, as night begins to fall over the head of the trees.

As a panic rises over her, she lifts her bunny to her chest, petting its soft fur to calm her nerves. 

She turns to make her way back to the palace, but instead sees something aglow in the distance. Slowly, she stalks towards it, clutching her furry friend closer. A large blue willow tree stands in the center of the forest. It’s vines thick as if to heavily conceal something important underneath.

Pushing past the leaves, Aralia is met with a gigantic tree stump. Surrounding it is a small pond that illuminates her small form with a cyan hue. She lifts her dress, wading through the sallow water to the center stump. Upon reaching it, she finds a rock glimmering with an orange shine as it floats above the wood.

Enchanted, she sets Rodakina on a dry area on the sides of the tree stump, stepping closer to further examine the rock. She extends her arms, reaching for it, the rock glowing even brighter as she nears and shining back in her eyes.

As her hands hover beneath it, she gets a mild sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Confused, she almost pulls away, but her curiosity gets the better of her and she pushes the feeling aside.

Just as she reaches it, the rock falters in the air, before dropping into her hands. Then, just like that, the forest goes completely dark; the rock, nor the water bringing light to her eyes any longer.

“Rodakina!” she calls in fear, searching for her friend in the pitch dark. She pats the dry area surrounding the stump, but she is all alone.

Quickly with tears in her eyes, she stomps back through the water, but it seems it’s extended and grown deeper than she remembers. She grasps the stone tightly as the water somehow reaches her chest before engulfing her entirely. Her lungs fight for air as she panics through the black water. She flails forward but her eyes can only hope she’s moving at all. Suddenly, her hands come in contact with grass and she finally pulls herself onto the forest floor again.

She runs back towards her home, tripping over her soaking wet gown many times as she breaks through the entrance doors, rock still in hand. She paces to her room, but is met with her mother waiting for her there. Not knowing what to do, she does the first thing that comes to mind. She throws the rock into her mouth, holding it in place with her tongue.

“Arali, where were you? I was worried. And why are you soaking wet?” The Goddess Mother exclaims.

She shrugs.

Gaia moves closer to her child, cautiously examining her. It is unlike Arali to be so quiet and it is clear to her mother that there is a glint of fear in her eyes, not to mention her racing heart and out of breath lungs. “Are you alright?” She questions, her own heart beating anxiously.

She nods.

Gaia places her hands on her hips. It seems she won’t get her daughter to budge tonight, but perhaps the morning will reveal her secrets. “Alright. Well then, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Her mother strolls past her, expecting her to follow, but just as she turns, Arali quickly spits out the orange rock and hides it beneath her pillows. Something feels dangerous about the object. She has to keep it a secret.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Arali paces back and forth in front of the window in the empty throne room. Rain droplets glide down the glass, as she stares into the gray sky. She never did see Rodakina again after that night and she knows not how to explain the incident to her mother, who has asked repeatedly what had happened to her friend. The only thing she can think to say is that it ran away, but she deeply misses having a loving companion by her side.

“Mama, when will Thor and Loki be coming back?”

Gaia sighs from her seat by the window, “Thor and Loki will not be coming back for a while.”

“Why?” Arali asks instantly, turning around in shock. Fear swarms in the child’s eyes, threatening to leak out upon hearing the news.

Her mother bites her lips together, debating how much to tell the young girl. “There are bad things happening outside these castle walls, my dear. It is unsafe.”

The young princess drops her face, looking to the ground, unsure of what to make of her mothers words. “You promise to finally read me that story tonight? I’ve been wanting you too for so long now.” She cautiously asks, subconsciously aware of her mother’s weariness.

Gaia smiles, “Of course, little one,” but there is much sadness hidden beneath her smile tonight.

The Earth goddess holds Arali’s hand guiding her to her bedroom. She sets her on the bed, holding both of her hands now, while looking into her eyes. “Stay here for a moment, I will be right back.” But instead of leaving right away, she holds her young one's face, cupping her puffy cheeks. Aralia furrows her eyebrows at her mothers odd behavior, but lets her hold her nonetheless. Gaia smiles at this, playing with a loose curl that had fallen into Arali’s face. She sighs, standing to make her way to the door. She turns one last time to gaze at her child, before finally exiting the room.

About an hour of waiting passes before Arali decides she has had enough. How dare her own mother lie to her like that? Arali is sure her mother thought she would fall asleep while waiting for her and instead went off to have fun. Well, Arali wanted to have fun too! 

She jumps out of her bed, her feet landing with a loud crash. No, that couldn’t have been her feet that made that sound. She cowers at the sound of screaming coming from the front of the castle.

Deciding to be brave like her friends, Thor and Loki, she hesitantly opens her door, making her way out into the hallway. The palace smells different, and the air is gray and foggy. She runs outside, but soon realizes maybe she should not have.

A tall, muscular man stands before her mother. Though he is not as big as her Titan brothers and sisters, she can’t help but cringe in fear when he speaks. His voice booms across the lands as the sky flashes with lightning, a frightening sight for the young one.

He notices the small child quivering in the distance. He nods, and two hoplites stand behind her, pushing her forwards towards him and her mother. “A small orange stone, do you have it, little one?” He asks with a menacing tone.

Arali knows what he is asking for, but seeing the fear in her mothers eyes makes her quite unsure of how she should answer. Luckily, Gaia speaks. “Please Arali, bring it to Zeus,” She confirms. Her child nods.

Zeus commands the two hoplites once more, “Follow her, but do not touch the stone.”

With that, Arali leads them back to where she should have stayed hiding. She lifts her pillows to reveal an orange glow that fills the room with a powerful energy. She slowly grabs it, her fingers doing little to conceal the light that emerges from it, and brings it back outside. She approaches Zeus once more, her shaky fragile hands presenting him the item, which is barely any smaller than her two palms.

Zeus hums in satisfaction, reaching down to take the stone, but just before his hands can make contact The Goddess Mother cries out. “Zeus, stop! The stone demands a sacrifice, it won’t work for you.” Gaia shouts to him, causing his actions to pause.

This does not stop him for long however. Without a second thought, he takes the stone from the girl's hands, the glow ceasing upon his touch. He then places it into the sword he is holding, as he walks back to The Goddess Mother. “I know.” Is all he says, turning to the hoplites. “Bring her.”

Arali screams as she tries to run to her mother, but the two hoplites grab a hold of her arms, before she can run away. Her mother calls out raspily, “Arali.” The girl pulls on the guard's arms, jaw hanging open as she watches her mother, “Never forget you are a Titan.” Gaia says with a calm dread in her voice, before she succumbs to the sword. With that, her mother’s eyes fall and her head drops, hanging lifelessly from her two shoulders.

A soldier throws the girl over his shoulder, holding down her legs to halt her kicking while she continues to thrash and cry, her eyes never leaving her mother’s body. He walks her away from the scene, as she watches her home burn before her.

The soldiers take the child to the new kingdom, one that is built in the skies. Arali, under other circumstances, would have gawked in awe at the giant, gold and white palace that floats above the clouds, it is ethereal after all, but instead, the sight makes her sick.

Eventually, Zeus catches up with her and the soldiers. The stone now glowing in the sword now dripping with blood. The God begins speaking with a woman. She is blonde and tall, and just as regal as Zeus. Though, Arali doesn’t catch most of their words, for she is busy glaring at Zeus with a fueled hatred.

“She is of direct descent from The Goddess Mother.”

“She is a child, and evidently does not possess any gifts. She is small and weak. It is nothing to freight over, my love.”

The woman, Hera, stares at the child, and the child stares back. “We cannot take any chances. She should be dead with the rest of them. See to it.” She demands, before storming off.

Zeus, however,  seems to have plans of his own. “Guards, take her away.” 

The lightness in his voice both confuses and fills Arali with fear. Two new men take her arms in their hands, sharing and understanding of their king’s demand.

Arali’s heart pounds as she only continues to thrash and cry. She is brought up stairs to a dim and damp area of the castle, where a lone room awaits. They stand in front of its thick metal door, one of the guards pulling out a key to unlock it. Once opened, the guards push her inside, causing her to stumble to the ground.

Tears pour down Arali’s face as she reluctantly accepts her own doom, but to her surprise they slam it behind her. She looks up at the door as the key switches back in place, unknowing that they would leave the lock to stay for decades to come.

[aaaaagaronia]

screaming stick

[larkral]

Oh, hello. Wednesday, huh? Thanks for the tag @artsyunderstudy !!

SO this week I have been doing MANY THINGS including many fannish things. Including things in several fandoms. Me earlier this year: I truly cannot handle having more than one thing on the go. Me now: Yes, maybe I do have six active writing projects in three different fandoms as well as four podfics on the go. WHAT OF IT!?

I've finished recording all of my podfics, and I'm editing them now and... well, it's hard. One is edited, one is 1/8th edited, and the other two are freefloating audio. But, uh, yeah, here's some audio. Because. I... well, you'll get it.

Yes, I titled this file TENDER because I just, it's... yeah. I'm not totally sure whether I'm allowed to say who/what I'm podficcing... (@caught-on-tape-fest can you advise?) But, anyway, probably someone will get it based on that snippet.

Below the cut: snippets of writing and tags!

Here, also, is a little, silly segment of my OMGCP fic, the Holsom Timeloop, featuring an OC who, let me just say, I gave excellent breasts, and zero flaws. I will accept no critiques:

He bumps into someone as he turns, attempts to keep anyone from falling with one hand in the steadying region of what should be a shoulder but turns out to be a truly exceptional handful of cleavage.  "Shit, I'm so sorry," he says, taking a half-step back and looking at the woman he just groped.  There's a lovely flush on her olive cheeks, and her hair is a cloud of beautiful, wild curls.  Marjorie. She's in his o-chem class and she's cute. She's been cute all semester. And smart. And funny. Though her typical cozy-sweater-and-jeans look in class does not betray how truly magnificent her tits are. They're propped up by some kind of bra magic in defiance of gravity, and barely contained by the blue-green fabric of her shirt.  She laughs. "You're forgiven. Though by the transitive property, you definitely owe me a drink."

I also wrote another couple hundred words on my @carryon-reverse-bang beach fic, of which these are some:

The moon is rising and the tide is coming in. "D'you know," he says. "Even if there were no moon, we'd still have tides?" I hum. I look over at him. His silhouette is blurred by the rays of the setting sun, lighting him up from behind like an unearthly being.

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