#rosalie : you don't own me ( musings )

[prairieghcsts]

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[paula-in-dreamland]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @ladyaldhelm :)

1. how many works do you have on AO3? None - BUT, hope to have one on there in August or sooner :) I used to be on fanfiction.net - 9 stories still posted there.

2. what's your total AO3 word count? N/A - Although my longest story on FF is ~ 57.1k words. And I have a feeling I am going to surpass that with my current fic...

3. what fandoms do you write for? The Last Kingdom currently, may return to Twilight, previously Power Rangers, considered a few others

4. top five fics by kudos: N/A for A03, but Finding Love on FF has 147 favorites and 172 reviews.....

5. do you respond to comments? I likely will...On Fanfic, I tried to interact with people who PMed or Commented as much as possible!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't think I ever had something have an angsty ending? Just an angsty beginning/middle? Especially since I wrote my published fics at age 14/15? But I hardcore am into dragging my muses through the mud right now.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Finding Love lol. It's a very wholesome fic.

8. do you get hate on fics? I did on the first ever fic I published. The worst part was that it was on stuff that I thought you were supposed to do based on reading tons of other fics. It shook me to my core since I was FOURTEEN. Sad to say - the fic is now gone from fanfiction and my computer and it's my biggest regret :(

9. do you write smut? Yes - But I've actually never published it now that I think about it! And have not written as much as my brain is convinced?! Oh wait that was my rpg days thats why.

10. craziest crossover? No crossovers. Just really into AUs.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge!

12. have you ever had a fic translated? Either someone wanted to translate Finding Love or get it bound into real books...I cannot remember LOL.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? Nah.

14. all time favorite ship? No pls don't make me choose :( I'm going to say Rosalie and Emmett from Twilight because they were the first ones to inspire me to write my own fic.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Honestly? I have SO many Stiorra and Sigtryggr fics that are 60% plotted, but I don't know if I'll ever get to writing all of them? Unless I keep my fixation for the next 10+ years, especially with wanting to write my own stuff. Plus, maybe Finding Love the Sequel...I made a lot of sad people when I did not finish it.

16. what are your writing strengths? Dialogue. And maybe action?

17. what are your writing weaknesses? Show don't tell and being ~poetic~ and introspection? I struggle with 3rd person.

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language? I love it! And I want to incorporate it into a few of my fic ideas. However, I am not sure HOW I want to do it yet - i.e. Google translate OR just "They spoke in xyz language". When done well, it can be a great plot device!

19. first fandom you wrote in? Twilight!

20. favorite fic you've written? Currently the one I am writing.

No pressure tags: @azriona and anyone else on here that's a writer!

[prophecey]

WHO DO I HAVE TO SPEAK TO ABOUT IF THEY CAN REDO THE PROPHECEY?

INDEPENDENT + MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE MULTIMUSE . current muses can be found under the cut, but all former muses are available by request. KT + twenty nine + minors / personals DNI.

CARRD + MEMES + MUSE INFO .

RULES:

this multi-muse blog is private and very selective with low to moderate activity and will be heavily plot and dynamic based. if you don't interact ic or ooc, i will softblock.

plotted interactions are preferred. romantic ships will require plotting and ongoing ooc interactions as well as ic interactions. familial and platonic ships are just as important.

i will be using basic formatting on this blog. threads will be small text with bold and italics for emphasis. if you want me to change/simplify my text for any reason, just ask. i prefer to write longer length replies.

muses are from various media, some that contain mature themes i will tag everything with the #TRIGGER CW format, but if i miss something, please send a dm so i can fix it. there may be sexual themes present on this blog but nothing will be explicitly written.

don’t be a dick! in character drama is fun, but keep it between our muses. if you unfollow me, please soft block. i will not interact with anyone that writes problematic themes or uses problematic or deceased fcs.

graphics belong to me unless stated otherwise. not affiliated with any of the media, characters or faceclaims represented on this blog. all content is my own creative property so do not use my lore without permission.

PRIMARY MUSES:

alex claremont diaz. rwrb, bridgerton. taylor zakhar perez fc.

andrés cordero. tsitp oc. maxi iglesias fc.

anthony bridgerton. bridgerton. jonathan bailey fc.

ben de vaillant. bridgerton, modern royalty. damian hardung fc.

conrad fisher. tsitp. christopher briney fc.

drusilla elmsworth. bridgerton oc. alisha boe fc.

evie grimhilde. bridgerton, modern royalty. sofia carson fc.

harry bingham. tvd, the society. alex fitzalan fc.

indira petrova. bridgerton oc. aubri ibrag fc.

josephine "posey" lovelace. bridgerton oc. kristine froseth fc.

kieran night. original demon lore. maxence danet-fauvel fc.

luna castillo. original familiar lore. sofia carson fc.

neil josten. all for the game. froy gutierrez fc.

rebekah mikaelson. tvd, bridgerton. claire holt fc.

rosalie hale. twilight, bridgerton. simay barlas fc.

sophie beckett. bridgerton. courtney eaton fc.

tris prior. divergent, thg. daisy edgar-jones fc.

violet bridgerton. bridgerton. ruth gemmell / rose williams fc.

SECONDARY MUSES:

allie hayes. off campus. scarlett leithold fc.

andrew minyard. all for the game. conor doherty fc.

campbell riley. tvd, grey's. abigail cowen fc.

daniel le domas. ready or not, bridgerton. adam brody fc.

dean di laurentis. off campus. matthew noszka fc.

elena gilbert. tvd, grey's. nina dobrev fc.

feyre archeron. acotar. simay barlas fc.

garrett graham. off campus. felix mallard fc.

grace le domas. ready or not, bridgerton. samara weaving fc.

hope mikaelson. legacies. danielle rose russell fc.

isaac lahey. teen wolf, tvd. daniel sharman fc.

jeremy gilbert. tvd. froy gutierrez fc.

john tucker. off campus. ken bek fc.

josie saltzman. legacies. kaylee kaneshiro fc.

liv parker. tvd. penelope mitchell fc.

lizzie saltzman. legacies. jenny boyd fc.

samantha larusso. cobra kai. mary mouser fc.

steve harrington. stranger things. joe keery fc.

steven conklin. tsitp. sean kaufman fc.

summer di laurentis. off campus. madelyn cline fc.

tyler lockwood. tvd. michael trevino fc.

valerie tulle. tvd. elizabeth blackmore fc.

REQUEST MUSES (plotting required!)

alex karev. grey's. justin chambers fc.

azriel of velaris. acotar. berk cankat fc.

cassian. acotar. alperen duymaz fc.

demetri alexopoulos. cobra kai. gianni decenzo fc.

jasper diggs. original character. hugh dancy fc.

jean moreau. all for the game. archie renaux fc.

landon kirby. legacies. aria shahgasemi fc.

luke patterson. jatp. charlie gillespie fc.

mat hatter. original character. alex fitzalan fc.

nell crain. thohh. alycia debnam carey fc.

scarlet graves. original character. sandra bullock fc.

[beevean]

Hectaly + Travel

"Have you ever travelled outside of the country?"

The question sprung to mind, and then to Rosaly's mouth, out of nowhere. Maybe tiredness after a long day of work had caugh up with her. Hector raised his head from the book he was reading and pursed his lips, like everytime he pondered a question in earnest.

"No," her husband replied eventually, turning away. "I can't say I have."

That was the answer Rosaly was expecting. She didn't know yet where Hector had lived all of his life, but she figured that he didn't know much of the world. However, it wasn't her intention to make him feel embarrassed.

"Well... would you like to?"

Another pause stretched between them. It was another trait of Hector that she loved: he was always so careful and considerate in everything he did. She didn't mind waiting for him to speak up.

"Yes. Yes, I want to see more of the world." He tugged the corner of his mouth. "I am... well-acquainted with maps and planning, but I want to leave them behind, and simply go wherever I want."

"Me too! There is so much to see, so many places that don't look anything like home!" Rosaly clapped her hands. "Where would you like to go first?"

It didn't matter to her that they could only afford to live with dignity, and little more. She simply enjoyed talking with Hector, getting to peek everyday more inside of his heart, and offering more of her own in turn.

"I think... I would like to see the sea for myself," he mused, eyes closed as if lost in thought. "I heard it's beautiful."

"Oh, it is! Well, it is in paintings. So I'm sure it is breathtaking to see in person." Rosaly huddled closer to Hector. "Can you imagine? Infinite stretches of water that blur with the sky, with no mountains in sight..." No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't imagine a scenery without steep mountains. She sighed. "I wonder what kind of plants grow there."

She felt a kiss on the forehead. "I promise that we'll discover it, one day."

"It's a promise!"

[nemesisvoid]

Chapter 1: Furby.

"Genevieve?"

"Gen!"

"Huh? What's up?!" The short, curly-haired, green eyed girl's head snapped up at the sound of her name being called to see the familiar smirking face of her friend, "Oh! Emmy, when did you get here?"

The slightly shorter girl, dressed fully in black, leaned onto the desk beside the one Genevieve sat at, "Uh like a minute ago. You were so focused you didn't even see me walk up to you." She leaned forward a bit to peer at the page the other girl had covered with her arms instinctively, "Whatcha drawing?" She gestured at the opened sketchbook and the obscure sketch covering almost an entire page.

Genevieve stuck her tongue out at her friend and shoved the sketchbook and pencil case into her dark green messenger bag and stood up adjusting the almost equally green sweatshirt she wore, "Don't worry about it. Aaaand to be fair, you're really good at sneaking up on people ya spooky bitch."

Her friend smiled proudly, a grin spreading across her face as she followed behind her; a jingling sound emanating from all the chains and spikes on her outfit, "Yeeeah well you know I love to be stealthy, it's kind of my thing."

"Uh huh, I know. Are we going for lunch? I'm hungry and I could really kill for some mozzarella sticks right now." Her stomach growled lightly as if to back up her words.

Emmy slowed her pace causing Genevieve to turn around. She gave her a slight apologetic smile, the kind of smile that caused her favourite person in the world to realize she was about to be told something she wasn't going to like. "Uh about thaaat...I have to leave school early, I forgot to tell you about it yesterday. Sooo you're gonna be on your own for lunch today." She took a step back fully expecting to be smacked on the arm in response.

Genevieve's excited expression dropped and so did her bag's strap off her shoulder in disappointment, "Whyyy? I hope you know I'm gonna be sitting by myself. All sad and alone, putting mozzarella sticks into my face hole while sobbing." She tilted her head down sadly and hid a small grin hoping the guilt trip would work.

The shorter girl nodded looking mildly sad herself; the guilt trip indeed taking its effects, " I knooow, I'm sorry but it's just for today. I promise. Just try not to do anything I wouldn't okay? And if you're gonna do any crimes wait til tomorrow so I can help." She smiled and reached up to pat her on the head affectionately and gestured at Genevieve to go ahead to the cafeteria. "I'll see you tomorrow, love you", she called as she spun around on her heels and hurried towards the school's exit.

Genevieve half-pouted, half-glared as she watched her friend leave, "Love you too abandoner!" As she spun around now only semi-excited about her mozzarella sticks, someone brushed past her clearly in a hurry, his arm barely grazing hers but surprised her enough for her to stumble slightly.

A curt "sorry". Was all she heard but by the time she steadied herself the person was gone in a blur. "Ooookay?" She shrugged adjusting her bag's strap on her shoulder and made her way down the hall towards the cafeteria, "Maybe he really wants breaded cheese too" she mused.

Tray in hand Genevieve glanced around the wide open space littered with tables and the chattering the people who occupied them. The cafeteria itself was a very plain space; white walls and rounded simple light brown wood tables with metal legs, nothing too fancy. Finding a completely unoccupied table near the windows she made herself comfortable. She dropped her bag next to her on a vacant chair, her stomach growled almost in excitement. "Mmm, mozzarella sticks."

As she took her first bite, the Cullens appeared making their way into the cafeteria to claim their usual table. They were odd for sure. They never ate or drank anything, not that anyone ever questioned that. They always just sat with each other, never really interacting with anyone else unless they had to. Rosalie spent most of her time at Emmett's side cosied up to him and mostly clinging to his arm affectionately to show ownership. Edward was often barely seen anymore and if he was it was with Bella but today he had brought her along to sit with them all. Bella as per usual looked uncomfortable and somewhat confused but that could have just been her standard look.

Genevieve's eyes slid from each Cullen as she sipped slowly on the small carton of apple juice, looking them over with mild curiosity. The only person she had ever spoken to from that family was Edward; it was a group project in Physics class and they had shared only a few words though he seemed completely uninterested in speaking with any of his table mates. That was all well and good since she had no interest in befriending him. She had never spoken to Rosalie but that was just as well. She looked displeased to see Bella in that current moment but then when did she ever look approachable to begin with?

Genevieve's gaze stopped on the only Cullen who wasn't coupled off, Jasper. She had only seen him around a few times before the new school year started and she realized the severely awkward looking boy shared but a single class with her. He sat at the back of the class and usually had his arms crossed over his chest. Sometimes she wasn't sure if he even took notes or just sat there like a statue the entire time. He never really spoke to anyone and always seemed uncomfortable somehow. He sat stiffly only nodding somewhat when one of his siblings or Bella addressed him. "Weird guy", Genevieve whispered to herself gathering her things to leave. As she passed the Cullen's table that was just a few feet away, none of them paid her any mind but Jasper who had turned his head to the side to lock eyes with her. His gaze held a mild air of mischief but still unreadable. He stared at her blankly, however prompting a 'what do you want?' eyebrow raise in return from the girl.

Jasper kept his composure, his almost golden eyes following her as she returned her tray and dug through her bag muttering softly to herself, searching for something, unaware that she was being surveyed. He gave her a once-over; it was the first time he had really gotten the chance to look at her properly. She was small, had short black curly hair with the under layer bleached white and wore casual clothing in earth-toned colours. Today she wore a dark green sweater with little strawberries printed across the sleeves, a pair of dark brown shorts, patterned tights underneath and a pair of black boots. It suited her almost urban forest fairy vibe.

She let out a small "fuck yes" in triumph that caused a few people to glance up at her. She retrieved the sketchbook she had been rummaging through her bag for. Jasper watched as her green eyes lit up in victory; "cute..." he muttered, the slightest smile tugging at the right corner of his lips as he returned his attention to Emmett who was ranting about baseball as he usually did.

Heading out of the cafeteria, Genevieve turned around to glance back at the Cullens' table; they were all still there but Jasper. "For someone so awkward and stiff he sure is fast..." Shrugging and realizing her last period was free, she made her way to the little studio all the art-oriented students spent most of their time in when they weren't in classes.

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

----- 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

NAME: M for online purposes only, the homies on discord know my real name

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord or Tumblr IMs if you don't have me on discord, but you can always ask when we're mutuals! I tend to keep discord a place where we can relax, vent, or simply get to each other!

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: being honest? I don't really have a lot? I try not to take this rp thing too seriously. Just don't be an ass, rude, disrespectful etc. If you got problems with me, address them. I promise I won't bite you or act weird towards you. I prioritize your mental health over writing. So just say things with your chest and stand on business. The most you'd get outta me is an apology and look for/asking for ways to improve.

MUSE PREFERENCE: Female first always, gimmie your females/female presenting muses because lord knows they get ignored on this site, also OC's first as well! Canon's are cool, I rp as a canon character ( @truepcwer / vergil from dmc ), but I wanna see/support more oc's since I'm an oc multi-muse with interlacing stories. Also, I lean towards more supernatural/special ability based oc's! Given this blog and the canon deal with those themes, I am more comfortable with those themes, but I'm always open to human things as long as my characters are respected and I'm not watering them down!

PLOTS OR MEMES: a bit or both! Since I'm starting to figure out my style, I tend to write more and lengthy replies usually come because of plots or a general layout of where we're going. Memes are a good way to break the ice and see if our muses click, and by then I'll jump in discord or IMs to give plot suggestions/dynamic plans for our characters!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long replies! Mainly because short replies always end up turning into novel length anyway~ but I'm fine with short stuff until it gets longer. It usually just means the muse is vibing with the thread! That doesn't mean you have to match length!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: So typically, I usually write in the dead of night because I can focus better, of course this will change once I go to school again, but for right now I'll usually reply to stuff at night unless my writing partner is feeling motivated then I can write throughout the day! I usually check replies/activity on mobile and save the thread in drafts so I can reply when I have the chance!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE: the three main Atlas' are a bit like myself, Rosalie being social and open is like me when I wanna make friends, Tyler is my anger and how I stuff feelings inside and let them fester, also with his music is basically my music, and Victoria with her introverted side. Of course everything is more dramatic for writing purposes but slowly, they're becoming their own people! Some of the events in my muses lives are based on my own experiences and walk of life but more dramatic

tagged by/stolen from: @ghostlyhcurs ( thought it was nice to read, so I decided to yoink it from ya! )

tagging: anyone who wants to the do the thing!

[dandeliicnsarchiived]

“behind the scenes” for whichever muse/s you're feeling atm !

So actually wanna talk about Victoria. There's a really sad, cringy, just all over the place story with her and I talked about it today with a coworker of mine who also writes but does fanfiction instead.

So Victoria actually is an old recycled muse. Back when i was a baby rper and didn't know my way around shit. I came up with three, just like the Atlas' you see today. There names with Maybelle, Vincent and who you see today Victoria. However I was so FUCKING BAD at coming up with my own shit. I wanted to fit in, I wanted to be liked, I wanted to be popular and i did it in all the wrong ways. Like really wrong ways, I had like...2 ? Yeah 2 call out posts dedicated to me and how badly I fucked up and screwed over friends back then.

Victoria back then was Japanese oriented, was cringy and called people "san" and just all types of ways of wrong, I see that now and I'm still kicking myself in the ass for it. Tumblr 2013-maybe 2016 was just a whole trip. You could get away with more when it came to characters and it'd just be power of the pencil or power of the plot and no one would bat an eye. I like how it is now because you have to research, you have to make sure the fc matches the characters background and I love that now!

So with Victoria's revamp and recycle I kept some same elements but changed A LOT.

First off, and not just with her, I made the Atlas' American basically. Still have some regional background but they actually don't know about the history or culture. Reason being? That's an aspect of my life. My mom comes from another country but never took the time to teach me my culture bc she wanted to break generational trauma( we can get into that later). My reason the Atlas' knowing bits and pieces example being; Tyler knowing Italian based dishes from his mom, is because my mom taught us Guyanese based dishes and cooked them often.

Second, I kept her reserved nature because that's the person I became during my time in the Army. Victoria is a glorified version of me introverted but also my way of thinking. Notice how in threads, she hardly talks with people she doesn't really know but there's a lot of thinking and reflecting? I don't do that but SHE does. She's constantly situationally aware(another army trait of mine), she's over-analyzing, her head is basically on an internal swivel. I do that myself but not as much. When she's with people she knows, examples being Seonho, Jenna Wilcox, Leo she talks A LOT, she jokes, she teases, even curses sometimes. That's the indication that she's opening up, she's letting her personality show and it's almost a mirror of Rosalie. Expect! Victoria is very logic-based, I get this from my dad. He'll listen to you, he'll help you but he's always going to give you a logical explanation or result to a problem, unlike Rosalie who follows her heart.

There's a lot of Victoria I can talk about because she's been with me since the beginning. She's my biggest fuck up but also my biggest character development over the years because she went from being a dog water, anime uwu girl to being the representation of composure, loyalty, intelligence, and logical. I love her so much and I'm so proud of the work I've done with her because I feel as if I'm literally writing/righting my wrongs from when I was a pre-teen/teenager and if I could, I'd apologize HEAVILY to those I hurt in the past.

NOW, my question for you!

What story would you like to portray with Cami? What are some plots you want to try and what are some AU's you'd like to do in the future with her?

[dncinginthemccnlight]

wanted plots for the ball below so hit me up if any of these sound appealing. giving credit to bun, c, and cee for the idea.

Raul Castillo

Date: None yet? (anyone want to ask?)

What will he be doing: Raul will be trying to relax at the ball, pushing away worries that something nefarious will be going on behind the scenes. He will be drinking, possibly carousing when he gets drunk enough and looking for a fight, fuck, or maybe both. Wanted Plots: Fight night: Raul loves to get into scuffles. He enjoys swordplay. Give him someone who gets into a fight and he will be the right-hand man in the fight as well. He may not be as good as he once was, but he's as good once as he ever was. Let's get outta here: This person may or may not be Raul's date but he's looking to go somewhere more private and get to know each other. Here for a good time: Raul loves to party and he's been such a good boy lately that now that he is masked, it's time to let off a little steam. Maybe your muse is trying to rein him in, maybe they are amping him up. Whichever one could be fun.

Gwen Stuart

Date: none (unless someone wants her to ask them) What will she be doing? Gwen will be frolicking, as always. She will probably be dancing in her own special way and chatting with anyone around. She will also probably spend some time drawing people in the corner. Wanted plots: Getting ready buddies: Gwen loves having fun and she would enjoy having people to get ready with and maybe help her not look absolutely crazy. I could have danced all night: This is really just a dance with a partner that Gwen did not want to end. Maybe they have a great conversation, maybe there are the flickering of feelings. An Escape: Gwen will inevitably end up outside at some point of the night with her shoes off and her hair undone. This person would be there for a chat. Tipsy as she goes: It would be hilarious to see Gwen get a little drunk. I am pretty sure that she's never really drank champagne, just wine and the like and it would be great if someone was there to witness and maybe protect this bean as she lives it up.

Erik Sǿrensen

Date: Rosalie Bourbon What will he be doing: Erik will not risk offense by turning down someone who asks him for a dance, but otherwise, he will be trying to be a good date to Rosalie. However, when she is occupied, he will be looking at the crowd, trying to find signs of suspicious activity as he assumes that the anti-monarchists shall be using masks to hide their identities. Wanted Plots: Aha! Wait...: This person is suspicious for some reason. Maybe their coat looks secondhand or maybe they don't seem to belong, but Erik believes that they are one of the anti-monarchists and he confronts them on the assumption only to be wrong...or maybe right. Let Cooler heads: With people getting drunk at this event and some tempers running high, Erik finds himself as an unofficial peacemaker in a fight. Why so serious: Erik rarely smiles unless he is making himself do so, but this person does not understand why. They seek to break Erik's hardened exterior. Whether it works or just merely ends in Erik being annoyed can be plotted out.

Miray Osman

Date: Probably Edward What will she be doing? Miray will probably be moving from person to person, being her lovely cordial self. Miray will dance with those who ask her and will probably be avoiding her brother as well. Wanted Plots: I wanna dance with somebody: Miray does enjoy dancing and, though normally, she will not ask others to dance, she is more than happy to dance with those who ask her. It would be interesting if the dance was not necessarily with a friend of the Ottoman Empire or Russia. Are you okay: With such an event comes drama. This person seems sad and Miray goes to comfort them as she is wont to do. They could want this help or not.

Levi Schellenberg

Date: Araminta Windsor What will he be doing? Levi will be dancing and possibly slipping out with his betrothed. He will also be trying to make some fortuitous deals on behalf of Liechtenstein and trying not to succumb to his old habits. Wanted Plots: Off the market: There was a time when Levi was a ho. This person and he could have hooked up one time or a few and they are either happy for him that he has gotten his life together or they are not happy that he is off the market. Temptation Station: Levi enjoyed a good frolic amongst his travels and this person and Levi once had some great times. They try to convince Levi to live it up a little once more. You scratch my back...: Levi needs some trade deals and is trying to utilize old agreements as well as make some new ones to get the duchy financially solvent. This person and Levi are here to talk business.

[high-dragon-bait]

I love your banters with Fenris about bby Eshana and it's made me curious: Do you have a headcanon about her you haven't had a chance to share before, but would like to share now? *chinhands*

Oh. You don't know what you just asked

Eshana doesn't have headcanons. She has an entire novel-length sidestory. A wholeass canon just for her that you have given me the excuse to fully spill here to the best of my ability.

Note: This story only exists in the true canon, aka the canon of my and @widogastswebofwords combined playthroughs. They roleplay their protags on their blog along with some other muses and have a google doc linked explaining more about them! I adore them, they are my children

This, with all the brevity I can muster, is Eshana's story.

Her story takes place ten years after her mother, Avis (My Hawke) has died. She is sixteen, memories of her mother are scattered and broken, she lives in Kirkwall with her father, Fenris, and four years ago, she discovered she was a mage.

Since she was about eight, Fenris started sending her to live with her uncle, Avery (Snow's Hawke), in the summers while he went off and did Blue Wraith things. Avery lives in Antiva with his wife, Josephine Montilyet, and their three daughters Malina, Delilah, and Rosalie. Eshana loved these trips, she loved Antiva, she loved her uncle, and loved being the "cool older cousin" to his kids.

When her magic was discovered this arrangement carried the added bonus of magical training as Avery is also a mage, making Eshana even closer with her uncle, and creating a very sharp contrast between how he deals with her magic, and how her father deals with it

Fenris struggles with Eshana's magic. Avis' death reverted his views on magic drastically. Act one of Dragon Age 2 drastically even PAST that level if it's possible. Magic is now this horrifically dangerous thing that has taken every possible good thing in his life, and now, it is tied to his daughter

Don't get confused, Fenris loves her. He loves her more than anything. He sees her as now in danger from the one thing he cannot protect her from, the thing that ruined his life, stole his memories, killed his wife, and now, like some horrible joke it wants his daughter too. He will not let that happen. It will not have her

But, all Eshana sees is the father she was once so close to suddenly becoming icy. Suddenly criticizing her for nothing. Suddenly seeming to want to suffocate her and keep her at a distance. In the four years since her magic appeared, their relationship crumbles.

Finally, this culminates in Eshana setting a copy of The Tale of the Champion on fire in her bedroom and nearly injuring herself trying to put it out before Fenris discovers it.

Fenris discovers it

The two have a massive argument. The worst they've ever had. Fenris decides she's out of control tells her she will not be going to Avery that summer. She will stay with him. Furious, Eshana rebukes by screaming in his face "I wish Avery was my father!"

And that. Is the breaking point my friends

They part in silence and Eshana races back up to her half-burned room as what she said slowly dawns on her. She decides fuck it, if he won't let her go to Antiva, she'll find her own way

She steals fifty sovereigns from her room, her mother's scarf, tearing it it half and leaving the other piece behind, and a dull knife, and she leaves out her bedroom window under the cover of night.

She bribes her way onto a cargo ship, bound for Antiva, lying about her identity to the captain, who agrees to let her aboard if she agrees to work. She does, and they take her

Eshana realizes the gravity of what she's done pretty much as soon as they can no longer see land. She finds herself watching the sun, imagining her father, somewhere in the city as the day passes. What he might be doing by now. She imagines him relieved, glad to have his mage-daughter gone

But, the captain's intentions are were not pure. See, he's deep in dept to the Crows, running out of time to pay it off and backed into a corner. Then, this random street girl shows up with 50 sovereigns worth of stolen coin, not enough to fully pay the rest of his debt but it's something. The girl herself however... she might cover the rest.

Nearly the moment they dock in Antiva the Captain, who Eshana had confided in some and told she was looking for her uncle, while still not revealing her true identity, kidnaps her. He lures her in by claiming he will help her search for this uncle, and then binds her and takes her to the Crows.

He does make it to the Crows, and offers her to them along with all the other bits of treasure he's scraped up to pay off his debt. Their leader, Zevran, takes one look at this offering of a living teenage girl and decides letting this captain ever live was a mistake. He tells him the Crows no longer take recruits in this manner, and kills him, right there on the road.

Zevran stands her up, unbinds her, and asks her who she was and where she's going. She... lies to him. Tells him her name is Bethany and she has no where to go. So, Zevran offers to take her with him, just for a time, until she finds something to do with herself

There's more! But that's about all we have in detail. Don't worry it DOES have a happy ending and Fenris and Eshana are reunited again. The whole thing takes place over about a year and is entirely from Esha's point of view, so Fenris would really only be in it at the beginning and the end, with maybe a few flashbacks sprinkled in.

I know how Fenris might sound here but he really is a scared parent who is not perfect taking care of a scared girl who is not perfect. Their relationship is messy but ultimately grounded in love, and they would mend their relationship after the events of this side-story. Here's a tiny bit of dialogue between Eshana and her uncle when she finally goes to him after being missing for months on end

Eshana: When I left, I knew I wouldn’t stay. You'd just send me home… I didn’t want to stay.

Avery: So, why did you come?

Eshana: I wanted to scare him. I wanted him to miss me and want me back. 

Avery: He did. 

It lives in my head all the time, rent free :)

[slayerwrites]

hi! i’ve recently decided to get back into doing 1x1s on discord, right now i’m slowly easing myself back in with just a couple of ships that i am wanting to write. i do prefer keeping things canon up until the point of where we will start our plot then we can go au from there. i prefer sticking to the original fcs from the show/movie and i also prefer to do mxf rn.

here are the ships that i am wanting to write, i will write either character within the ship and i also do multiples:

spike & buffy summers (btvs)

cole turner & phoebe halliwell/oc (charmed)

leo wyatt & piper halliwell (charmed)

geralt of rivia & oc (netflix's the witcher)

emmett cullen & rosalie hale (twilight)

oc wolf & oc vampire (twilight)

i have plots for spikexbuffy and colexphoebe that i would like to do, the rest are open to anything so if you have any plot you wanna try out don't hesitate to let me know!

under the cut are some basic rules, so please read through them before contacting me or liking this post!

you must be 21+! as i am 29 i am extremely uncomfortable with roleplaying with anyone under 21. i might make exceptions with anyone aged 20, but that's under my own digression.

i will happily write smut and adapt to your comfort, however smut isn't a necessity if it's something you don't like and i won't do a plot that is solely based around smut.

i won't rp anything that's problematic or gross, i will let you know if something in a plot makes me uncomfortable and please do the same.

i typically write between 300-700 words depending on my muse or the situation that we are writing.

i require a healthy amount of angst and fluff in order to keep my muse for a ship. i'm someone who, as much as i love torturing my muses, i live for the cute fluffy moments as well.

please don't pressure me for a reply as i won't do it to you. i don't typically do rapid fire and mostly take a day or two to reply. however if our replies are short and i have free time, then you might get some replies back a lot quicker than normal.

i don't have triggers, but please do make me aware of yours beforehand so i know what to avoid.

if we are in the plotting stage and i don't hear back within a month then i will presume the 1x1 is over. if we are writing together and i don't hear back in 3 months then i will presume the 1x1 is over. however i do understand real life comes first and as long as we have some brief communication that you are still interested in the 1x1 then take all the time you need to reply!

please don't ever hesitate to come talk to me ooc, i'm always up for a good chat and becoming friends. i thrive off sending each other headcanons, inspo, playlists etc.

[prairieghcsts]

you are the patron saint of...

didyme: martyrs - the patron saint of those who died to be like you. maybe you died to be like them too: but at the end of it, you weren't like them. patron saint of tragedy. saint of saints. it's you who holds the hands of the holy dead, and you who has to answer: what do they do if they regretted it?

serena: bones - patron saint of frameworks. of structures. of solidity. patron saint of things that break. patron saint of things that are left behind. the bones survive long after the body, the building: what is there left for them, when the rest has gone? what do bones do, with nothing to hold around them? who holds the bones?

vera: heartbreak - not of comfort. not of condolences. there is a heart and there is a fissure, a fracture, something that starts to splinter and break open. you're the patron saint of the way a heart is rent open. the way it tears itself apart. patron saint of the rift. patron saint of the gash. when they say to "open your heart" to somebody, you are the patron saint of bleeding out.

chelsea: obsession - patron saint of devotion. of dedication. of passion. of everything you won't call it, in the spaces between. patron saint of holding tight to it until it bleeds. patron saint of pushing it too far. patron saint of staring into the sun until you're blind. patron saint of gazing onto beauty until you can't see anything anymore.

rosalie: horror - you're the patron saint of the dawning moment of realization. the patron saint of comprehension, maybe. the patron saint of understanding. the patron saint of knowing exactly what's going to happen. of seeing clearly. of not being able to look away.

maria: relics - patron saint of remembering. patron saint of holding something close. patron saint of holding on for too long. for a saint, a relic is often a part of the body, kept for some physical memento of their holiness. they are all in your hands, now: does it feel like remembrance? does it feel sanctified? are the dust and blood as precious as they're supposed to be?

[leechonspeeddial]

500 Milestone Celebration

A couple of days ago I promised I'd post the only surving fanfic I wrote from back in elementary school.

So without further ado, here we have the whole thing including author's notes. Truly, it's such a throwback.

Here's the link if you prefer reading it from the source.

So I edited this story because I found that editing helps you find mistakes and find how weird something may or may not sound like :/. So please review, I want to know what you think, even if you hate it, even flame me if you want. All I want is feedback so I know how to improve my writing.

Disclaimer: Don't own it.

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Of in the distance he could hear the church's bells strike midnight, even if it was at least a mile away. The cold winds of the night blew harshly and got inside the barn he was in; it didn't bother him, it barely even affect him, the strong winds of winter felt like ghost hands on his skin, and they didn't feel cold at all, he was never cold; not since that day, and he didn't care.

The only thing on his mind at the moment was the girl on his arms. She was so pretty, her blonde hair was long, it reached her waits and it felt like silk. Her skin was her skin was pale, but not overly so, unlike his, his was a dead white. And her eyes, oh her eyes, they were blue, so beautiful almost violet, but they were close at the moment. Over all she was fragile and weak, so easy to break, like a little china doll. However, the most enchanting thing about her was her smell, it was desirable and captivating. He couldn't wait to taste it.

He sank his teeth into her neck slowly; the taste of her blood was intoxicating, it was the sweetest blood he had yet tasted. It was somewhat exotic. Blood drops made a trail down her neck and down his fingers. He could feel her live leave her body, he could feel the heat leaving and being replaced by coldness. She would not feel it as she was knock out cold. He detested when they struggled and creamed, it was very unattractive and more often than not made the whole thing not pleasurable at all.

The only thing he needed to do was getting close enough to charm them; the most beautiful, gullible and... With weaker abilities of observation were the ones he wanted. He only needed to show his God-like face, and then everything else fell nicely on its place. First, planting the seed; giving them enough doubt for them to pursue them. Second, make them want him yet making it seem impossible for them to be together; this only increased their curiosity and intrigued them into falling deeper. Third, show some unbelievable powers; again, to get them to grow an interest for him. Fourth and final step was admitting what he was to them. Those steps got him so many beautiful preys at his finger tips, and their taste was simply exquisite.

Now he held her corpse; Rosalie Hale was her name, she was 19 years old and the daughter of a very influential businessman. However, he would never find out she died this gruesome dead, he had left a note telling him they had decided to elope, that she would never forgive him for refusing to give them his blessing and that she would never speak to him again.

As much as he loved to see Rosalie's dead face, a face full of pain and discomfort, he needed to get rid of it. It wasn't hard, the dogs always did an excellent job, and he couldn't help the smile that broke on his gorgeous face. He stayed as the dogs fought with each other over the girl's dead body, as they ripped her skin, viciously bit her bones and body, and like animals they were, sloppily dismembered her body.

Suddenly someone banged on the doors of the barn, there was screaming outside and it sounded like a crowd was trying to make his way in. He snarled, he most have tuned out the outside noises; he did enjoy watching them too much. He left the dogs and made his escape, by dawn he would miles away from here.

After that day, he became less careful...

xXx

The police entered the warehouse; the smell filled the air around them, the smell of dead, of rotten. Somebody had called; they had heard some screaming and barking and thought somebody was breaking and entering on the abandoned warehouse. The sight that greeted them was horrifying, some of the officers had to throw up, Leah Clearwater's body laid there, not that they knew who she was as her dismembered body was too mauled and too ripped to find her identity, her blood spilled on the floor and splattered on the walls. She lay on a pool of blood, but not only her own, flies flew and ate the remainder of her body, they also found the corpses of dead dogs, and they seemed starved and beaten. They knew this scene too well this is what greeted the police all across the country, no one could ever catch the killer, and it has been going on for over a century, no one knows how it's possible. But they know they will do everything possible to catch it. There was always hope, wasn't there?

xXx

Forks was a very rainy city. He enjoyed it thought, it made him think of England; he had always wanted to go there but wasn't able to live the country he grew up on. He sat on the small cafe pretending to drink coffee, he had moved 2 years ago and the area held a great amount of beauties and delicious blood. He never moved away immediately after killing that was too suspicious, instead he stayed for a while before deciding where to go next.

As he sat reading the local newspaper, which had a one page article on the murder of Leah Clearwater, a young brunette walked by, she had medium colour brown hair and pale skin; she was pretty, but not on the same page as his past victims. He knew who she was; she was Isabella Swan the daughter of the police chief. He had seen her before, and had the pleasure to witness her extreme clumsiness. What happened was she had tripped over her own feet and bumped onto his back, he settled her so she didn't fall and then her scent hit him like a brick wall; it was something he had never smelled before, no words could describe it. Since that day he swore he was going to drink it no matter what.

Isabella, 'Bella' he mused, spotted him and smiled and waved at him; he did the same. Little he knew what was crossing her mind at the moment. That the clumsy beauty smiling and waving in front of him was going to end his cruel ways once and for all, little did he know she knew all the lives he had ended and the pain he had caused, little did he know she was worse than him and was hiding a greater secret than he could ever imagine...

xXx

PS: If you didn't know who it was, it was our charming Edward Cullen.

PPS: REVIEW!

[cullen-collective]

Based on this ^^^^ prompt that I stole out of @cullenheaux 's tags:

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Edward had successfully avoided Jessica Stanley for over a month. This kind of thing was easy for him, because any time her thoughts were close enough to hear, he just went in the opposite direction. The ability to read minds, quite often a plague, had proven to be a blessing in this case. The girl had far too many graphic thoughts to endure.

Endure it, he had, however. He had the misfortune of sharing the lunch room, homeroom, and sophomore English with her and her overactive imagination. The amount of times he'd seen his face in her daydreams was disturbing. It appeared much more often than Emmett's, more often than Rosalie's, and certainly more often than the round face of the boy called Mike Newton. It was disturbing, and he was disturbed.

She had never been close enough to him to be properly frightened. He was starting to think that maybe that was the problem. As he sat in homeroom, sitting too still for comfort, listening to her grotesque musings on whether or not his lips were soft (Hah!), he could see that she didn't have the appropriate amount of fear. His image, in her mind, was not nearly unsettling enough for his taste.

Well, he'd just have to fix that.

For the rest of the day, Edward acted less human than was advisable. He answered questions in their shared classes before the teacher finished asking them. He sat entirely still. He moved just a little too fast, and threw his locker door open too hard when she was watching.

Nothing.

No effect.

Sure, the rest of the student body was sufficiently freaked out by him, but Jessica Stanley remained immune. There was a dance coming up, and she'd deluded herself that he was acting strangely because he was nervous to ask someone. She hoped that she was that someone.

What an imbecile.

There was no way around it: he was going to have to confront her.

As lunchtime neared, he formulated his plan. When he'd decided on a course of action, he heard Alice's thoughts across campus.

Don't be an ass, Edward. She has feelings too.

Edward let out a barely audible snort, and revised his plan a bit.

Okay, fine, that one I'll help you with.

The bell rang, and Alice met Edward at the entrance to the cafeteria.

"Edward," she asked, loud enough for human ears as they neared the Stanley girl's table, "please come to the dance with us, we would miss you so if you stayed home."

"Alice, I don't have a date," he replied, matching her volume. They were close enough to the table that he could hear Jessica's thoughts, though he could probably have heard them a mile away for the sheer volume.

Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, me, pick me, take me, take me, please! And then just take me.

Mercy, this girl had no shame.

"You could easily find a date, Edward." Alice was kind of laying it on thick, but there was nothing he could do about it. "There are plenty of girls here."

Girls like me! Ready and waiting and willing and down for anything!

Okay, he had to give Jessica this, she knew what she wanted and stuck to it. There was probably a reason she was class president.

"Absolutely not. I'm not dating anyone from Forks. The place is named after cutlery, for God's sake, it isn't exactly a culture hub."

Oh. My. God. What a dick! He doesn't even know anyone! How dare he assume we're uncultured! I have seen like, every Scorsese movie! I have opinions! He should want me!

Why doesn't he want me?

They passed the table, and whispers broke out among their ranks.

"Wow, Cullen's a jerk."

"What an ass."

"Can you believe he-"

"Why doesn't he just-"

"We don't even want him anyway."

"Whew, guess no one's good enough for Mr. Big Shot."

The last was Jess, and Edward knew his plan had been successful. Despite the fact that he knew Forks wasn't entirely uncultured, he did think it odd that no one realized he and Alice had just pulled a Pride and Prejudice on the entire lunch room.

He just hoped that would be the end of Jessica's unhealthy obsession. It wasn't just mentally unhealthy, but physically. He could lure her in too easily, and end her with even less effort.

It was better this way.

Let them think he was a monster. Let them look at him with derision.

He deserved their scorn.

He was a monster.

Well that went well. She's decided to go home and read, so at the very least you've encouraged her to study.

Edward scowled back at Alice.

Don't be so morbid. It wasn't like you were going to date her. She'll get over it.

"Yes, Rose, but that doesn't mean I relish in hurting her, or any of them."

Rosalie scoffed. You could hurt them worse if you got close to them. You did her a favor.

Edward shrugged and went about his day, ignoring the terse, hate-filled thoughts of several of his classmates.

As he and his siblings were headed to the parking lot, ready to go home, a small frame with curly brown hair barrelled past them, muttering angrily under her breath.

I'll show him. I'll show all of them. They're not better than us. They're not better than me.

From that day forward, Edward noticed a change. Small things. Jessica carrying a new book each week. Jessica in the library, asking for recommendations. Jessica running for student council re-election. Jessica running for Winter Formal Queen. Jessica vying for the captain spot on volleyball and track. Jessica answering more and more questions in class.

He was thrilled. She still had negative thoughts about him, but they were fewer. She still didn't like him, but she wasn't hateful. She knew she had started improving herself because of his remark, but she genuinely enjoyed the books, and studying, and sports, and her friends. She liked picking up new hobbies. She liked being the best Jessica Stanley that she could be.

So when she was the one to describe him to the new girl, he wasn't shocked when her thoughts were tinged with bitterness. He also wasn't shocked when they smacked of defiance either.

It's a shame he's got his head so far up his own ass. He's cute, of course she can see that. He's just too ignorant to see a good thing. Newbie's a good thing too, he's just too much of a prick to notice.

And he had to smile.

What're you smiling about? Rosalie was scowling from the lunch table.

Too low for human ears, Edward responded.

"Jessica Stanley is going to rule the world someday."

[prairieghcsts]

rosalie with carlisle and edward