#onegirlintheback

[firesteel-eden]

So my dear, fellow Aemondsa, thanks to @onegirlintheback — thank you Rae, your prompts are amazing — you’ll actually have a three-shot spooky fic starting from tomorrow, inspired by this prompt:

Aemondsa Lindwyrm AU

Tuesday 29th, chapter 1

Wednesday 30th, chapter 2

Thursday 31th, chapter 3

[reginarubie]

I can’t be stopped!

Courtesy of @onegirlintheback for her writing prompt, and I am on a rampage again for another wip.

After all we have a Firesteel, reverse firesteel and mafia AU, why not also a soulmate one?

Title Animae Mate, tenderness in your ink

“A Stark of Winterfell, she claims,” the words tasted like sulfur on his tongue, smoke in his nostrils, “born ages ahead of now, the heir to Winterfell”

Soooo… yes, it might be up pretty soon, because my muse is a bitch and I have yet another hyper fixation.

Also here @onegirlintheback moodboard for it!

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“I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait! I want to make things for you! It frustrates the hell out of me hat I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…You inspire me so fucking much…” Zamid

From this list of prompts

featuring a very in love Zolf

Hamid stepped into the study when he heard Zolf’s muttering echoing down the hall.  

“What’s going on?”  He asked, leaning against the doorframe and smiling.  

Zolf, on the other hand, was not so nonchalant about the whole thing.  He hastily shoved the papers that surrounded him into a desk drawer and then sat up to face Hamid as if nothing had happened, the picture of conspicuousness.  

“Nothing.  Just, uh, getting some work done,” Zolf replied, his face bright red.

“Oh, don’t let me bother you, then,” Hamid said, fully aware that something was going on.  “Mind if I hang out in here and read while you work?”

“No, that’s… that’s fine. Totally fine.”

“Do you need a hand with anything?  I’m happy to help…”  Hamid stepped over to the desk.  His offer was sincere, but he also knew that Zolf was up to something.  While he wanted to know what shenanigan Zolf was concocting, he mostly enjoyed watching him squirm and try to talk his way around it.

However, as he walked closer, he noticed one sheet of paper that Zolf hadn’t managed to hide away.  

“Wait a second… is that me?”

Zolf groaned.  

“Were you… drawing me? My portrait?”

“Yes, alright!”  Zolf exclaimed.  “I was trying to make something nice for you, that shows how much I love you.  Something that shows off just how amazing you are, something that might survive for generations, so that people years from now can get a glimpse of your wonder.  I want to write you poetry, to write songs about you and draw your portrait!  I want to make things for you!  It frustrates the hell out of me that I can’t draw and I can’t sing or write or play instruments or paint…  You inspire me so fucking much…  You make me a blubbering romantic.  But it just never comes out right.”

Hamid paused for a long moment, looking between Zolf and the sketchy portrait in front of him.  The lines were careful, like Zolf didn’t want to get any detail wrong, but it was clear to see where he got frustrated that his hand couldn’t keep up with the vision in his mind.  

Zolf had his head in his hands, so Hamid moved to the other side of the desk and put a hand on Zolf’s back.  Immediately Zolf leaned into him.

“You know, you don’t have to do any of this stuff,” Hamid said quietly.  “Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need anything like this.”

“But I want to.  I just wish I could create what you inspire in me.”

“Well, maybe music and art just aren’t the way to go about it.  Maybe there’s another way.”

Zolf grunted.  “Maybe.”

Hamid pressed a kiss to the top of Zolf’s head.  “If you’re worried about needing some grand spectacle to prove that you love me, though, you don’t need to.  I know you love me.  I know in the way you smile when you see me, the way you hold me, the way you say my name.”

“I know I’m not always the best at saying it aloud,” Zolf admitted.  

“I still know.  You show it a thousand different ways.”

Zolf finally lifted his head from his hands and pried himself away from Hamid to stand and face him, taking his hands in his own.  He lifted one hand to his lips and kissed Hamid’s palm, and then kept holding on as Hamid cupped his face.  

“I’m still going to make something for you,” Zolf insisted, and Hamid chuckled.

“Stubborn as ever,” he joked.

“Yeah, you’re one to talk.” In the midst of their teasing, they held each other tighter and pressed their foreheads together.  “I love you, Hamid.  I love you so much.”

“I love you too. Stubbornness and all.”

“Likewise.”

[princess-of-purple-prose]

THANK YOU FOR VALIDATING MY REALIZATION THAT SHRIKE BY HOZIER IS THE PERFECT JONMARTIN SONG!!

OF COURSE!! WE CAN CRY ABOUT IT TOGETHER!!!!!

I mean. I mean.

What is this about if not where they're at by season 4? Where Jon is retroactively realizing what could've been and now may never be, where he's realizing he'd been sharp where Martin had only ever offered softness, quiet when the situation had demanded communication? Now Jon is the one who can't be silent anymore, but Martin is going, going, maybe already gone.

Jon is so unsure in season 4, so uncertain of what he is and where he stands- as a friend, a good person, even a fellow human. He's struggling, he's being pulled into the deep end, and all the while, Martin's going somewhere he doesn't know how to follow.

And this is- god, what a Jon line, especially in the context of jonmartin. Whether he knew it or not, Jon has always had Martin's protection, and now that's- well, not gone, but perhaps not as present as it's always been, and in doubt in a way it's never been before. The risk of losing Martin's support, of losing Martin, was one of the biggest forces driving Jon in season 4, and it was so important for him and his development.

Okay this was NOT a good analysis, but honestly there is So Much going on in jonmartin that I'm not smart enough to talk about so here's what you're getting kskdkdkfkfk, hopefully it was at least an interesting read!!!

[shawol-blue-night-radio]

So the songs that remind us of Jonghyun section is open again? I'm so excited!!

Yes it’s open again!

[incorrect-exo]

Hi! My name is Rae and I was super excited to see that you used a quote from The Adventure Zone for your incorrect quote! Because I've just been waiting to find people who have an over lapping interest in Kpop and podcasts.

OH BOY!!!! Don’t get me started on podcasts!!! I listen to almost all of the McElroy Podcasts and have for quite a while! (I even have a TAZ tattoo lmao).

There are some fucking choice quotes from The Adventure Zone that are just so funny! 

Podcasts are amazing though and I feel like not enough people listen to them! 

[ernmark]

Also, a sequel to the Arum/Rilla are friends fic where Arum puts the duel on hold to save Rilla!!! I need this OT3 man! I need it!

So this was written back when my assumption was that Arum lived within a reasonable distance from Rilla’s place. So...

Arum has to stop at the swamp to gather supplies– this isn’t the sort of monster that can be approached directly, not without pushing him to kill Amaryllis in the process. Arum will have to be careful. He’ll have to be sly.

So he outfits himself in weapons and armor and he harnesses one of his giant rats with his illustrious client’s order, and he sets out. The traps aren’t fully mature yet, but that’s no matter. The reduced weight will mean that he can move faster, and nobody but Arum could tell the difference, anyway. 

But even immature, the plants are heavy, even for such a large beast of burden, and the march is agonizingly slow. He tries to ward off his impatience by making plans-- but all of those plans revolve around his client. He doesn’t even consider what he’ll do with a knight of the Queen. And when he hears the clomp of hoofbeats bearing down on him, he knows with sinking dread that that’s exactly who’s coming his way.

He grabs the rat by its lead and tries to draw it up the trunk of the nearest tree, to hide in the canopy until the humans pass. The damned thing is slow and stubborn. He grabs at it, yanking harder until it complies-- but in his haste, he dislodges one of his knives. It tumbles, end over end, and embeds itself among the tree’s roots. 

The blade is too distinctive, the adamant too polished. The knights would have to be blind not to see it, and it will give away his position.

No. He won’t be caught up a tree like a fox.

He ties off the rat among the branches and dives back down to pull the knife from the ground. But just as his claws brush the embellished handle, he hears the twang of a bow. He manages to yank his hand away just in time to avoid an arrow through his hand. 

He knows without looking who tried to shoot him. 

Damien is on horseback already nocking another bow to the string. Riding behind him is another knight, a giant of a man who seems to dwarf even the enormous horse that he he rides. 

“Coward,” Damien snarls.

Arum bristles. How dare he--

But no. He doesn’t have time for this. He won’t let Amaryllis be hurt for the sake of his pride.

He turns with a dismissive gesture. “Are you upset that I missed our duel? We can always postpone.” Another arrow flits close enough to slice into his frill.

“Don’t turn away from me,” Damien says, drawing another arrow from his quiver. “Don’t you dare walk away.”

Arum’s eyes narrow. “Enough of this. I don’t have time for your games–”

“And I have no patience for yours.” The arrow is drawn back to a mouth that once spouted nonsensical poetry. Now those lips are drawn back to bare his teeth. The hatred in his eyes is almost as halting as the weapon in his hands. A day ago Arum would have sworn the man had feelings for him. Is this how fast the affections of humans change? “Answer me, beast. What have you done with Rilla?”

Everything makes more sense and less all at once. “What have I–?”

“I swear on the saints, if you’ve hurt her–”

“I haven’t done anything to her,” Arum snaps. “But Baron Myber will, if he hasn’t already. Every minute he has her, she’s in danger, and that means I don’t have time for this.”

“Aha!” cries the giant. “Don’t think Sir Damien is going to fall for your cunning tricks! We aren’t so easily fooled as all that!” 

But there’s hesitation in Damien’s features. He wants to believe Arum.

The bowstring loses a fragment of its tension. “Explain yourself.” 

“What is there to explain?” Arum snaps. “Baron Myber took Amaryllis, and he’ll kill her if he gets the chance.”

“If you’re going to spin your lies, you’ll have to do better than that,” the giant declares.

But Damien is already lowering his bow.

“Sir Damien! You can’t tell me you actually believe this nonsense!”

“I never told him her full name.” Damien’s eyes are still hard, but the hatred has left them.  “How do you know this?”

“There’s no--”

“Then explain while we go,” Damien says, and he replaces his bow over his shoulder. “But you will explain.”

[spiritspodcast]

There is an amazing tumblr shanastoryteller where they have rewitten different fairytales and have written different interpretations of the Greek Myths. GUYS THEIR GODS& MONSTERS TAG IS SO GOOD!! Their most recent story is Eros and Psyche!! I have read the stories and legit cried. The Ares in this series is literally "Looks like they can kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll." He is Soft ™.

This sounded really familiar when I read this message and NOT SURPRISINGLY, I’ve actually stumbled across the Ares Cinnamon Roll  story a few weeks back. But after I got this message, I did a deep dive, and WOOF it’s some good shit. One of my favorite things in the world is reinterpretation of myths, especially Greek. Thanks so much for the recommendation, and I encourage our listeners to check it out as well (it’s real good). 

[so-manybees]

I remember I read them at the elementary school I attended in Globe, Arizona.

I read them at a school in Phoenix, Az! Wild! I’m digging into the depths of google trying to find it now!!

[the-sage-of-dissolution]

Do you have anymore podcast recs? I've literally listened to everything on your rec list already. >.

My friend, I have a lot more recommendations, I’m just going to give you a list under the cut because this is long:

Alba Salix Royal Physician

The Adventures of MechaBetty

Archive 81

ars paradoxica

The Alexandria Archives

Beef and Dairy Network

The Bridge

Bronzeville

Darker Projects: The Falcon Banner

Darkest Night

The Deep Vault

Edict Zero - FIS

The Elysium Project

EOS 10

Hector vs The Future

Hello From The Magic Tavern

King Falls AM

LifeAfter (with prequel The Message)

Lily Beacon’s post-apocalyptic awesome fun time podcast

Limetown

The Magnus Archives

MarsCorp

The Meat Blockade

Our Fair City

Radiation World

Rover Red: Alone in Apocalypse

SAYER

Small Town Horror

Space Log

SPINES Podcast

Tales of THATTOWN

The Truth

Uncanny County

Wooden Overcoats

If you need more, get back to me in a few weeks, I’m always listening to new stuff. My iTunes library is just filled with stuff I haven’t listened to yet ;)

[oakpodcast]

Hi Holly! How are you doing today? I hope everything is going well for you. :) I have a podcast recommendation for you. It's called Bryar Lane. It's very cute and whimsical and a very easy listen. It was very relaxing. TW for a fire but don't worry. And potential tw for loud noises of a bell? Listening to this podcast helped me with some issues of my own. :) Good luck!

Thank you. I am actually sensitive to loud noises, so I appreciate the warning. I just subscribed to Bryar Lane. Rick Coste’s podcasts tend to be very soothing. I’ve been listening to The Behemoth.

Thank you for reaching out! I like being alone, but I feel a little off balance these days. I’m not used to being quite so alone all the time.

[firesteel-eden]

Here’s the third and last chapter of Lindwyrm AU

Have fun! And happy Halloween!

And as always… thank you Rae @onegirlintheback for the prompt! I loved it and I hope you have loved it as much as I have!

[reginarubie]

I'm imagining in this AU Aemond and Sansa have been writing each other for years.

So he's more or less caught up with what's been happening with her.

So as soon as he gets his bearings he's like "1st things, write Sansa and tell her I'm here?"

Not to mention having to deal with the fact that his Soulmate being 200 years in the future makes sense now. This was always going to happen.

Hi, @onegirlintheback !

Yes, he would be like… drenched to the bone, aching for the time-travel and would likely stop the Brotherhood without Banners and be like “I require quill and ink, thank you, I shall write to my soulmate” 😂

and Lady Stoneheart be like 👀 when she sees Sansa’ handwriting appearing back on his scroll.

[tissisissi]

Maybe you could do is find a group of people online and Skype a campaign?

People do that? Hmm, I suppose that’s an option. Although, joining a campaign by Skype sounds scarier to me than walking into a room full of strangers asking if I could join a game but I guess it doesn’t hurt to look into the matter. Thanks for the tip!

[thelaurenshippen]

Who did you voice in Wolf 359?

I voiced a colleague of Mr. Koudelka’s in Episode 43! 

[shawol-blue-night-radio]

Have you not opened the stream yet?

The stream is here!!!!: https://lets.rabb.it/886j/ZZd0kgZaYN