#saeri writes;

[ssaeri]

the moon as our witness

☆ tags: elliott x gn!reader, established relationship, reader is farmer, moonlit beach picnic, alcohol mention, drunk shenanigans, silly people in a silly relationship, I quite like the location of elliott’s beach house, I wish we could keep it when we marry him ☆

When Elliott invited you to his home for a picnic under the full moon, you said yes immediately. He’s the writer, not you, but there was something to be said about the feeling of wind in your hair, salt on your tongue, and sand beneath your feet.

And when it came to beach picnics, Elliott could not be beat. At ten o’clock exactly, you walked around his house and arrived at a scene taken straight out of his romance novels. He offered you a glass of wine as you slipped off your sandals and settled onto the checkered blanket next to him. The only thing he let you do was provide the ingredients; he insisted on doing the rest himself. Lemon butter lobster, glazed potatoes, garlic stir-fried string beans, chopped kale and parsnip salad, steamed cauliflower, wild rice, and—he promised with a wink—a strawberry and rhubarb pie waiting in the oven.

The epitome of spring in a meal. You thought that the night was going to be perfect.

However, a bottle and a half of pomegranate wine, split between both your glasses, was all it took for your sweet picnic to devolve into something else entirely.

You wrestle the wooden oar from his hands, and Elliott honest-to-Yoba pouts at you.

”It still counts as operating a vehicle under the influence,” you say, pointing the handle of the oar at his flushed face. “As much as I love you, I am not continuing a relationship behind bars.”

Elliott, ever the drama queen, falls back onto the blanket and throws an arm over his eyes. “O, cruel and cursed fates! You have bound my heart to someone whose love is conditional!” he bemoans to the stars. After a beat of silence, he peeks under his arm. “Wait a minute, the Valley doesn’t even have a jail. Lewis is our only form of law enforcement, and he would simply slap a fine on my door.”

“Taking advantage of an underdeveloped justice system, I see.”

He sits up. “At this hour, you’re the only one around,” he says, slowly turning to you. You do not like that glint in his eyes.  “I’d never be caught if I just…get rid of the only witness.”

You shriek when he pounces and pushes you onto the sand. The oar doesn’t help, either; it keeps you pinned as he giggles breathlessly into your neck, his hands coming to rest on your waist. It takes some wiggling to move the oar out from between you, but once it’s free, you toss it to the side. It lands somewhere with a soft thud.

Elliott settles his head against your shoulder and sighs. After a moment, he says, “You smell lovely.”

“And you’re tickling me,” you retort, but you make no move to change positions. He smells nice, too—a curious mix of pomegranate, sea salt, and ink that’s uniquely his. You feel him smile into your skin as you thread fingers through his hair.

Distantly, waves crash onto the shore, and somewhere at the end of the pier, a leashed wooden rowboat bobs on the water, awaiting its passengers who are—much to Elliott’s disappointment—too inebriated to enjoy a romantic view on the ocean.

You’ll pass, thanks. You’ve seen the movies, you know what would happen next, and waking up stranded on a random island in the middle of the Gem Sea is not on your bucket list.

You’re enjoying the view just fine—here, on solid ground. The full moon bathes everything in a gentle hue, peeking around tree tops like a halo. And the stars. You never saw stars like this from your cramped apartment in the city. Going from the honking bustle of downtown Zuzu City to the buzzing cicadas of Stardew Valley was a hard transition for a cityslicker like you. When you first arrived here, the quiet of evening was unnerving; the silence made space for your thoughts, and the dark for your fears. Time slowed, and for seasons, it felt like you were drowning. Until you let yourself be held by the Valley’s embrace—its land, its resources, its people—and realized that maybe you were actually just learning how to breathe.

You breathe in deep, just because you can.

“It’s beautiful tonight,” you murmur, arms spread wide.

Elliott rolls to the side and props his head up with one hand. “Very beautiful,” he agrees, unabashedly staring at your face.

You push him over. “Okay, cheeseball.”

He only falls onto his back with a chuckle. “...it was also a full moon when you gave me the Bouquet.”

“How do you remember that?”

“How do you not?”

“I’m pretty sure I blacked out. I just remember chasing you after you left the saloon earlier than expected, and when I woke up, you were hugging me.”

“Well,” he hesitates, then sighs. “Yes, I must admit you made little sense at the time. Perhaps a stammer of my name as a warning before shoving the flowers into my face. But on the footbridge under a full moon? Incredibly romantic, dear. Great job; I couldn’t have done better if I tried.”

“Are you kidding me?” You sit up and gesture at the food. By some miracle of Yoba, you’ve managed to make a sizeable dent in the spread, but you hope that he has a cabinet full of takeout containers and space in the fridge.

“You deserve at least this,” he says absently, fiddling with the hem of your shirt, “if not more for making me the happiest man alive.”

You have to turn to hide the smile on your face, but you’re not fast enough—he sits up and catches your chin, earnest green eyes boring into yours. He scans your features like he’s committing them to memory, and then his gaze flits to your lips. You don’t know if you lean in first or if he does, but the kiss is inevitable either way.

His lips are soft, the movements steeped in wine and adoration, and you distantly register the hand on your chin smoothing out to cup your face. Elliott is always gentle with you. Cradling. Cherishing.

When he pulls back to pepper more kisses across your forehead, you pretend to wrinkle your nose in annoyance.

“Hey, why does it feel like I’m forgetting something?”

“I don’t know.”

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.

Three or so kisses later, you both snap to attention at the same time. “The pie!”

[eva-cybele]

in which I make my first foray into the world of solavellan fanfiction

I borrowed @foamofthe-sea's saeris so I could vicariously live the egg-kissing tragedy life through her

pls enjoy (or don't, I'm not your mom)

[red-moon-shine]

Tears of a broken promise

They were currently at the port they were reunited to say goodbye to eachother before they go into their respective misions,the ambience was tense in betwen the two o them they hadn´t talked since the discussion that they had last night.

He was nervous not dearing to speak as he waited for his elder brother to at least say something not receiving any answer he was going to speak,when suddenly a warm embrace took him by surprise.

The elder one was hugging him tighly almost making him suffocate hiting a bit his older brothers back to idicate that it was enough to wich he let go letting him breathe.

''what got to you so suddenly?''

He asked looking to his brother who to his surprise had a warm but wide smile in his face smile he hadn't seen in a really long time,not since their other family members passed away.

''im just a bit happier than this last days thats all''

Said the older before ruffling his fluff or rather hair making him chuckle he hadn´t seen him this energic and overall happy since a long while it almost felt off,but he wasn´t going to question it at least not now.

''if you say so''

Claimed the younger one as he just stared at his old brother hearing a 'ejem' coming from behind him looking at a certain masked irken that came with him just to make sure he didn't lated much.

''are you two done over there?''

Questioned the masked one looking at them with a deadpan expresion that could be senced troughout the plastic mask.

Both looked at eachother him looking more melancholic felling like he should say something but his brother moved before he could say something,moving towards the masked irken who looked a bit paniked at the sudden aproach.

''what are you-hmph!''

He had almost no time of reaction before he was hugged with such force he was even lifted off the floor hitting the taller one´s back to indicate he was suffocating under his grasp,the older one let go afther laughing abit as the other recovered from the bear hug.

The older one really had no reason to do that but he still did,the younger one weanwhile also laughed at this scene looking as the masked irken recovering and sending a dead stare at his brother as if they were enemies to wich his brother only smirked amused.

''Mis hurry up! we have to go!''

Soon the taller one was called an female irken with a lizard like apearence was calling him to come as she moved some samll metalic boxes inside the spceship.

''thats my call…looks like is time to say goodbye''

Said the taller one as the other two noded,he smiled at them before going for another hug,strange comming of him that he was very touchy that day since he usually disliked fisical touch.

This time he hugged both of them softly in diference to before,the younger one corresponded aswell as the masked one afther a couple of seconds.

''take care you two,ok?''

Was what he said before letting go off them,he patted both of their heads a bit to the disgust off he masked one who pushed his hand grumbling to wich the taller one only giggled.

''MIS!''

The taller one was going to say something but the angry scream of the irken of before made him jump and turn around to shout aswell.

''coming!''

An unamed planet were irk had an still operating investigation center or that was till they sent an almost screaming help mensage to the central,so a small rescue team was sent in case it was a trap.

he waved at them as he was leaving smiling brigtly,both waved back,the younger one left things unsaid but if they saw again maybe they could talk it out,but he couldn´t help but have a bad felling about this.

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They had been traveling since a couple days now,the travel was about to end as they were aproaching the destination.

The rescue was more regarding the investigation that was on that rather small investigation center of the desertic planet than to rescue the investigators and scientist of the place.

Cruel maybe,but at this point they couldn´t risk it this was one of the last investigation centers hidden away and that was far away from irk and wich was still accesible.

The rescue team consisted of 5 memebers 2 elite pilots,an mechanic,an exterminator and a rebelious xeltrian,quite a weird combination if things had to be said.

Once they were on close proximity off the planet they were warned by the pilots as a call to be ready for the landing were their mission will start.

They landed safely afther that,once on the sanded ground of the planet he felt an rather agonaizing pinch on his neck almost like it was a burning red needle being puntured on his neck.

It wasn´t the first time he felt that kind of pain that came associated with the fact of now being part of the xeltrian hive mind,but he thought this signal probably came from amber the xeltrian that was with them.

But due to no signal of life outside it was obvious something went wrong and they had no time left and due to the abcent of any form of ship they probably escaped given the oportunity or the one´s that could.

Soon he learned he was wrong in thinking the signal came from amber.

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They aproached to the base prepared for the worst since once close they could see the base rather dismanteled like they tried to get everything to get out of the planet as fast as posible.

Ignoring this they decided to enter the base looking around in watch of survivors for now only finding corpses some under fallen debry,something truly went wrong in there.

Once they reached the center and most important part of the investigation center they found with horror that everything was destroyed leaving nothing of research behind everything was destroyed.

He couldn´t help but curse under his breath as he saw this mass destruccion and bodys of all the scientist and researchers being trown everywhere some even hanging above their heads.

All their reasearch was gone but maybe there were still something to save,as they started to look around in watch of something they could save they had no clue they weren´t alone in fact being watched.

Saeri his cousin and the mechanic of the team soon in one of the corpses found an ipad that was mayorly intact only having a cracked screen.

''hey! found something''

''what is it?''

''its an ipad it has the screen cracked but it seems intact''

''good…if we can´t find anything else we'll take that and leave''

Was their converstion as he still looked for anything else they could safe meanwhile amber guarded atentive to any sort of danger.

As saeri got the ipad out of the body´s hands a sudden but low growl only him and amber heard made act of presence they got pale as they also received a transmission trhough their flagella.

They weren´t abble to warn saeri before a rank 4 xeltrian ran straiaght towards her,even if saeri reacted fast and shielded herself with an arm,what she didn´t take in count was that the xeltrian riped a part of her arm off.

She let out a loud pained scream as she fell to the ground with only a part of her now dislocated arm left as the other one was being swalowed by the monster known by the name the silent death.

Amber attacked knocking off balnce the rather more small xeltrain in coparicion taking saeri in her arms and runing being followed by him short afther since he had to make sure they had a way to distract that beast.

He closed doors and halls to try and slow down the rank 4 who started following them opening and opening gate afther gate and door afther door with only brute force.

Amber and saeri ran out fisrt being followed by mis who had closed the principal gate of the base which was more resistent and will take a while to destroy.

''someone has to distract it''

Said amber kinda the obvious somethng had to entertrain the rank 4 so that the others could go safely back to irk.

''im going to,i know how…''

Sighted mis prepared to sacrifice himself for the safety of the others,upon hearing this saeri tried to go down of amber´s arms but amber hold on tight.

''no! were not letting you here!''

''…it´s the only way…im sorry…''

Were mis words with a heavy heart as he loocked at the gate as shounds of broken metal were heard from the inside of the base.

''amber go now the rank 4 won´t late that much on reaching and breking the frontal gate…''

Amber only noded as saeri was still triying to get of her arms as this happened,amber started runing with saeri on her arms going far quickly.

''NO! MIS!''

Was the onle thing he could hear saeri sayas they went away sighting a bit sad,he took out his weapon and shot it staright onto the floor on a specific place.

He could hear a 'pip!' come from the sand as the floor now iluminated with tiny blue doted lights that blinked quickly making some sort of patern.

Now his gaze was taken quickly by the sound of the frontal gate being hit repeadly with extreme strenght being slowly but surely open seing as the blades of the rank 4 pierced the door.

His heart rate was speeding up fast almost feeling as if his heart will jump of his chest knowing the iminent death aproaching not by the rank 4 itself but by the mines he just activated.

The inside of his head was a disaster full of thoughts,regrets,with fond and bad memories,feelings and emotions,as he most likely was seing his life pass before his eyes.

Even if he didn´t realice at first due to feeling numb his shaking legs betrayed him making him fall on his knees being unable to get up,he experienced this kind of fear before and he didn´t like it in the bare minimum.

In his trys to calm down he inhaled and exahaled all the air in his body,now a bit more prepared his flagella wen out transmiting a signal to amber before starting a soft signal to the rank 4.

Said rank 4 went out trowing the gate down and finally coming out with a blood chiling roar,he walked out slowly now facing him it´s eyes full of hunger and anger,it growled at him as it received the signal he was sending.

Both looked at each other eye to eye with a firce glare,but one of their gazes softens and looks lost into the void of the sunrising sky.

He was sorry,really sorry,he once again broke the promise he made to her sister before she departed that he would be there for his brothers.

Now he was about to leave this world wich meant leaving take his only alive brother left behind…

Bitter tears fell off his face as he forced a smile into his facial expresion,he was sorry for everything he was sorry for absolutly everything,he was sorry…

At the sound off a last 'pip!' from the mines,the rank 4 charged at all its speed preparing its claws to decapiatate him,he was ready.

''saeri!''

afther that it all turned white.

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They were close to reaching the ship in fact she could see it from a distance,saeri wasn´t cooperative still trying to jump off her arms and finally being abble to when she stoped runing when a transmision hit her

''we have to go back!''

''saeri no!''

''we can´t leave him! not like this!''

''saeri he´s gone!''

She stops her path upon hearing this slowly turning towards her,saeris face was covered in tears that rolled down her face non stop.

''i know…yet we have to try…''

Before she could continue walking or letting her answer something a loud boom was heard from the distance both seing a fire and smoke structure formed in the distance were the investiation center used to be.

She acted fast runing towards saeri and tackled herto the floor using her body as a shield in counter of the electromacnetic shockwave that followed.

But as spectated nothing just nothing,a great pair of metters they found the dead body of the rank 4 complitly destroyed and in another couple of meters they found the only thing left of him.

Once done they watched in horror as there was nothing but smoke left the truth making itself evident it was all nothing more than ashes now.

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As they were back they watched for anything that could signal he had survived somehow,this hope being unrealistic and nothing more than a dream.

His PAK was still mildly intact but it was unfunctional completly shut down,upon this decovery a pained and deep in sorrow scream from saeri was heard meters away as bitter tears fell from both off their faces.

''making a hole in the floor wont make them come back faster…''

He truly was gone.

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Back on irk he awaited kinda inpatient walking left and right as he awaited for the ship to return at the port,yet he wasn´t alone like last time being acompained by his masked companion.

''i know,i know,im just nervous''

Was their short conversation as the awaited moment finally arrived the ship in were his brother and cousin departed had arrived afther a week since he returned to irk.

He went as close as posible waiting impatient hoping to see his brother again seing as the ship landed waiting as the ship now opened its gate to let the tripulation out.

Saeri was the first to come out tho she looked lost in thought her eyes being abscent of any kind of shine and most importantly he noticed that a piece of her arm was missing.

He worried upon seing this something must have went wrong he didn´t hecitate any longer and sproached her almost triping onto his own feet.

''saeri!''

''take…?''

Saeri raised her head off the floor to see him noticing the others cast on his arm wich meant it was broken,she worried upon seing this tho she lowered her gaze again.

''saeri! wha…what happened?…your arm…''

''it was ripped off…''

Was her simple answer that make him worry even more he didn´t said a word just staring at her with worry.

''what happened to yours?''

''it was just an accident nothing to worry…''

She was going to talk when upon the sound of movement he got distracted looking inside the ship in watch for his brother seing the pilots come out and later on amber who hold something in her arms but no clue of his brother were abouts.

''were´s mis…?''

The question saeri was fearing to come was made she only stared at the side blinking fast as if she was triying to contain her tears thing wich confused him.

''he´s gone…''

Was amber´s short but certain answer,upon this revelation he was taken aback quite not beliving what he just heard.

''what…?''

''he is gone take….he is dead…''

He went pale breathing heavily while bitter tears of remorse and frustration started producing in his eyes,he was going to say something until he saw that what amber was the only remain of his brother being his now unfuntioning PAK.

Silent decorated with a face of authentic horor and tears of complete and uter pain feel down his face,his legs failed him falling to his knees.

His cousin followed him kneeling down in front of him and hugging him gently while she also started criying in join to him.

''im so sorry…im really sorry…''

''no…''

Were her words as he finaly broke down crying his heart out while he hugged her back as they both cry amber holds her tears.

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Meanwhile at the conmosion his masked companion comes closer noticing the scene not quite understanding what was happening until he notices the object in ambers hands realization hitting quick.

But despite none of them knowing someone watches this being mis or rather his soul who looks with eyes full of sadness repeating words of sorry no one can hear as tears run down its face.

Was all he could muster felling his troath dry and closing a bit out of nowhere knowing perfectly the reason as his eyes start to feel anoyed by something aswell,he clenches his fist as a form to mantain composure.

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As bitternes and grief revolved in the ambience people observes the whole thing uravel without interrupting.

'at the rise of a new sunrise a hero says goodbye…'

Says a female voice to it´s left wich happened to be his mothers soul voice she also looked sad but she wasn´t as emotional as him.

'it´s time to go back…'

Upon hearing this he sighs and cleans his tears and nods taking a last glance again saying an apology before they both depart into the horizon.

[nirikeehan]

Happy Fridayyy~ For DADWC: "DAY 23: presumed dead" ;-;

HI GIN THANK YOU. I got Thalia x Saeris on the brain again so here, have some pain.

Thalia and Dorian discuss the loss(?) of a certain elven scout for @dadrunkwriting

WC: 667

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“Word for you, ser,” says the requisitions officer, handing Thalia a missive. 

She takes it, unrolls the parchment, reads the words. Then reads them again. The third time, the ink starts to blur together in her vision.

“This can’t be right,” she whispers. 

It says her scout, Saeris Lavellan, was ambushed with his team by a group of Freedmen. None were presumed to have survived. Her mouth feels dry and sticky. 

She leaves the camp, sits on a log, and stares out over the leafy expanse of the Emerald Graves, the missive clutched in her hand. 

Dorian finds her there, some time later. 

“Sovereign for your thoughts,” he says, stepping over the log with long legs and settling beside her. 

Thalia swallows hard and looks down. “It’s nothing.” 

“Ah, yes. Getting a letter, going white, and then disappearing for hours certainly implies it’s nothing.” Dorian adjusts himself, dusts a bit of pollen off one shoulder. “Beautiful place, these Graves, but I’m being eaten alive by mosquitos. Maker, do I hate the South.” 

She can tell he’s trying to get a laugh out of her, but she can only manage a pained smile. “Do you remember one of our scouts? Saeris?”

“The elf with the great hair?” 

Thalia snorts. “That’s the one.” 

“Only in passing. I’m not sure we ever talked. But he cut a striking figure, so I confess he does stand out in my memory.” Dorian narrows his eyes at her. “What about him?” 

The words stick in Thalia’s throat. “He’s dead.” 

“Ah.” Dorian shifts his weight. “That’s too bad.” 

Too bad. Is that really all it is? She crumbles the parchment tighter in one fist. “He’s, um. He was nice to me. I liked his bird.” She sounds like an idiot. She inhales sharply, fighting an onslaught of tears. 

Dorian peers at her, surprised. “Sounds like it was a touch more than that, perhaps?” 

“Yeah. Maybe.” They had kissed once, while camping together in the forests outside Crestwood, when she was brooding over the mistakes she’d made with Blackwall. She agonized over that kiss afterward, worried it was too forward of her, too stupid for her to jump at the first man to be kind to her since the warden. That maybe it would be too strange to continue, her as a highborn lady and Saeris as a representative of the Dalish. But she’d wanted to, maybe, once time permitted. Once her responsibilities cleared out, and she could think about it logically. 

And now it was too late. 

“The Freedmen,” she says, with a sniffle and a scoff. “They’re just some desperate rabble-rousers. That’s hardly a fitting end.” 

Dorian watches her with a heavy expression. “I am not sure any end is fitting, when it comes down to it. It’s always too little, too soon. You always think there will be more time.” He’s looking past her now, into the rustling foliage. Thalia swallows, remembering that Dorian has ghosts of his own, ones that follow him in his quest to aid the Inquisition. 

She sighs, wiping at her eye with a knuckle. “They didn’t even find his body.” There was a grim poetical quality to it, that Saeris should be lost in a land named for the slaughter of his ancestors. 

Dorian puts a hand on her shoulder. “Come now. It doesn’t do to dwell on the gruesome details. Return to camp with me and we can toast to his memory.” 

Thalia raises an eyebrow. “You’ve brought alcohol with you?”

“When am I ever without it?” Dorian grins. “A nice Minrathous red I’ve been saving for a special occasion, ever since I bribed the quartermaster to obtain it.” 

Thalia snorts in spite of herself. 

Dorian nods. “I think now could not be a finer time to drink it.” 

 He leads her through the gathering dusk by the elbow. Thalia stuffs the missive in the pocket of her trousers. She’ll pull it out from time to time in the future, read it over again, and wonder. 

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

Does anyone remember what the LL MC was for each route? I have completely forgotten and I can't find it anywhere.

So far I know Reiner (DOPPELGANGER), Iseul (CLONE), Saerys (SOUL FRAGMENT), and Alain (REINCARNATION) but I don't remember the other three

[rosella-writes]

lovely to sit between comfort and chaos

I'm so happy to have had the chance to write @oxygenforthewicked's beloved Saeris for the DAFF Discord’s Annual OC Swap this year. 💚 Saeris Lavellan is their OC and you can find out more about him here.

Rating: Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Word Count: 6,648 (complete)

Fandoms: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Relationship: Inquisitor (Dragon Age)/Original Character(s), Nonbinary Lavellan/Original Female Character(s)

Characters: Saeris Lavellan, Virelan Iralen (Companion!Virelan AU)

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Feelings Realization, Inquisitor as a Companion, Nonbinary Character, First Kiss, Warrior Lavellan (Dragon Age), Original Character-centric, The Winter Palace (Dragon Age), Sex in the Winter Palace (Dragon Age), Romantic Fluff, Romantic Friendship, Gift Giving, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Woman on Top, Sharing a Bed, Beds

DAFF tag list: @warpedlegacy  | @rakshadow  | @effelants | @bluewren | @breninarthur | @ar-lath-ma-cully | @theluckywizard | @nirikeehan 

[skyfallscotland]

Quicksilver, by Callie Hart 🦋

She is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm.

Ohh boy. Personally I think she is none of those things, but that's me getting ahead of myself. God, I feel so anxious posting a book reaction after the Onyx Storm Debacle, but here we are, with a book I didn't love...again.

So...I started this one with a running commentary again (Throne of Glass style) but I couldn't quite commit. We will however approach it chronologically, because that's an easier way to show my thoughts as they evolved.

Would I recommend this book? No. And I’ll tell you why, but there are spoilers ahead so be aware of that.

Friends...I did not enjoy this one and I'm starting to feel like a crazy person. Is this just a massive reading slump? Or am I weird? Because everyone seems to think these books are the best thing since sliced bread and I've not liked a single one of them 😭

My first impressions? Saeris is so cliché. Like oh we're starving and can barely survive, you can see my ribs, but actually I can scale a giant wall and fight all these fully trained guards and win...ok, sure. It's giving 00's YA vibes but alright, I'm rolling with it.

I had no understanding of what it was I was doing, but if this was a world-ending gift, then good. Fuck this city and fuck this world. My family was already doomed, and what did I care for anyone else?

Bit dramatic, but whatever, I'll still ride with you. Who am I to judge? I did write Remi.

“I wear pants. Shirts. Things I can move easily in. So I can run, and climb, and—” Kill people.

"So cliché." I mutter to myself as I put the book down. Then pick it up again. Then put it down again and use the audiobook instead.

At some point, Layne would accept that I just didn't eat that much, and she'd stop loading up my plate with so much food. She'd slip an apple into her pocket for me or something.

*Deep breaths* Saeris would absolutely fit in on mid 2000's tumblr. Babe, this is such a weird flex to include when you’ve already made it very clear she was a starving orphan, ok?

We also met the infamous Carrion—more on that later—and her brother...who sucks. No two ways about it. I hated him immediately. Are there any decent book-brothers out there? Or just...no? I thought from the way he was acting he was going to be fourteen but no, he's like TWENTY, what the fuck 😭

So anyway, hooray! We've fallen through a portal to a new world and that's the stage set—then we meet Kingfisher. Oh man. Kingfisher.

Firstly:

This is a kingfisher. I just want y’all to know that. I know it’s not his ‘real’ name but it’s still what she’s crying out in rapture ok, a choice was made and it wasn’t a good one.

Anyway, surprise surprise, he's an asshole, but here’s the rub: he doesn't seem redemptive.

My jaw was screaming, I was clenching my teeth so hard. “Fuck—you—” “There you go again. Hungry, needy little bitch in heat, begging to be fucked…” he taunted. “Let. Go!”

I’m ok with enemies to lovers, but there has to be a hint at least that the ‘bad guy’ can be a decent person. There has to be something that hooks me about him—his entire personality can’t just be ‘asshole’, and above all, despite the fact he doesn’t like the FMC (even loathes her for all I care) he has to at least have some basic respect for her, otherwise I’m not down. That’s just my personal take, you don’t have to agree, but it makes me uncomfortable otherwise.

“I don't hate your kind. I'm just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I'm imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”

Like that? That’s not cute or arousing in any way.

“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little Osha, and I'm thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you're making for me straight from the fucking cup.”

I do also think the smut was just not for me in this book, as a general rule, I did find it very cringe. Case in point ^

A FUNNY INTERLUDE:

—a look of rye amusement on his irritatingly handsome face.

LMAO this was meant to be wry, I assume? There were a few instances like this throughout the book, as well as typos and missing punctuation. Which, we’re all human, I get it, but it kind of annoys me a little when this was picked up for trad pub, pulled from KU (I bought it—twice!) and has since gotten a million dollar Netflix deal. Please, if we’re going to be doing that, the publishing house needs to edit the damn book. Honestly? I think it could have done with 200-300 less pages. A developmental edit was needed, let alone a final edit.

Anyway. Onwards.

So they make a blood pact, in which she agrees to basically do whatever the fuck he says, which is...tired. I'm tired. The book is tired. We're all a little tired here.

Kingfisher held out his hand and pulled me to my feet, making a derisive sound when he saw the cut I'd inflicted upon myself. “Baby.”

It’s just...this utter derision he has for her, his supposed (spoiler alert!) fated mate, that just gives me the ick.

Then there's this:

Kingfisher stunned me to silence when he dropped to his knees and started picking up the shards of broken cup. “It's all right, Archer. Hush, it's all right.”

Ok, this here is the first indication we get that he can be a decent person, and it’s not with her, it’s with some random character we’ve just met. Do I grow to like Archer? Sure, but right now I don’t know him from Adam, all this scene tells me is that Fisher is capable of respect and kindness, just not with Saeris. Be so for fucking real right now, that does not make you want to root for them. If this were your bestie you’d be screaming for them to run. This is the crux of it all. We had to get like 300 pages into this book for there to be a single hint of redemption in him and to me that's bad technique.

Clearly everyone else disagrees since they're out there praising it, but I've nearly DNF'd so many times by now, because you're 👏 not 👏 giving 👏 me 👏 crumbs. Please, give the reader something! It's all well and good for people to be out here going "well he's like that for a reason" (spoiler alert: the reason sucks, it's just the cliché 'I wanted to push her away for her own safety) but his reasoning means shit if people lose interest and don't get far enough to find out what it even is.

Note: by 'people' I mean the rest of the internet, not anyone here specifically, but since a few of you have said the same, just know that's a generalisation and I still love you! But I fear my point stands, his change of heart/any indication of kindness comes too late in the game for it to be an effective character arc (more on this later!!)

Anywho—

I shouldn't have moaned. I definitely shouldn't have told him that I wanted him. For the love of all the gods in all the heavens, why had I said that? I was going to throw up.

Same babe. Why did you? Why do you?

I couldn't believe we'd finally arrived here.

Me either!! 56% of the way in! We've basically done absolutely nothing but wander around and talk about how hot and mean he is for 300 pages but finally you're...doing things...with him 😬

Every part of me wanted to scramble from the bed and bolt for the door, but I knew that would be folly. Just like a hell cat, Fisher would give chase.

So terrified every part of you wants to bolt for the door...charming. Very hot. Love that for you.

“I could probably use a sho—” “Do not fucking dare finish that sentence,” he snarled. “I don't want a mouthful of soap and perfume. I want to taste you.”

Shower. She was going to say shower.

Another note, because I'm incapable of not shouting this from the rooftops when the occasion arises—vaginas are self-cleaning, there should be no soap or perfume going in there! You would have tasted her anyway you dumbass. You'd think he'd know that, given he's supposedly been in more of them than your local gynaecologist.

“And we can’t lie.”

*deep breaths* since WHEN? And that only makes it worse??

I'd imagined the words. Fabricated them out of thin air and somehow played them aloud in my own head in his voice.

Oh, hey Violet, how did you get here?

So anyway, then we enter the final conflict? Confrontation? Where she needs to go and save her newfound mate from under the mountain the bad guy's place! (oh and there's vampires, did I mention that before? No? Well there is now).

Anyway, turns out Rhysand Kingfisher was trapped there for 110 years with big bad Malcolm, who it's implied sexually assaulted him during that time, but we never address that. Why? Well this is romantasy and we only have six-hundred pages, why would we? Just throw traumatic experiences in there for the sake of it, why not?

Anyway—

“That's right. Fifty-five. He spent the next eight years trying to find the coin once he reached the center, didn't you, my love?”

I'm?????

55+8=63... what happened to the other 47 years? Guys? I'm????

Whatever, who cares about math! We're on the escape until—WOAH.

“It can't see or hear you. It tracks movement.”

Don't panic, don't panic, we all know how to defeat the middengard wyrm whatever that thing is! And we do. But not really, because everything in this maze regenerates, just like romantasy plotlines.

More fighting, more evil villain monologuing, etc.

THEN Saeris has to go and find a coin to break the blood oath Kingfisher made with big-bad, even though big-bad said he broke it himself five minutes ago during his evil monologue in order to make Fishie confess to...things.

“I release you from your oath to us, Kingfisher, Bane of Gillethrye. Now, go on. Tell your friends all about the deal you struck with us all those years ago.”

But no matter, we're off to find a coin and no worries, we've got that down! Of course in the process Feyre Saeris dies and gets brought back to life again as an all powerful fae/vampire queen hybrid. WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT?

Not me, even I couldn't have predicted that double-doozy. Probably this guy though:

Zareth. God of Chaos.

Which? NO. Nope. No. Too late. FAR too late in the game for this. I'm out.

The way we went through so many boring pages of nothingness to this in the last 20% is truly something.

OK! SIDE CHARACTERS:

Danya was a complete and total waste of everyone's time, she existed only to be the bitchy, elitist mean girl side character who was mean to poor Saeris and occassionally made her jealous. This one-dimensional treatment of female characters grinds my gears. Even Everlayne, Kingfisher's sister was entirely useless, making Saeris the special female unicorn. Pretty sure this book fails the Bechdel test.

Ren was nice, I liked him, poor long-suffering man that he was.

Lorreth. Man, y'all can't shut up about Carrion and you're really sleeping on Lorreth. This man saved me from DNF'ing, he was fantastic. Put some respect on his name! 10/10 no notes. The guy you'd actually want to get with if this book were real.

He'd still looked dumbstruck as he headed off in the direction of his tent, cradling Avisiéth like a baby in his arms.

Carrion. CARRION. Ok straight up...is that really a word we want to be using as a name? Really? Is it relevant? Like did we do that on purpose because he somehow reflects roadkill? I figured we'd find out, but NOPE 💀

Who fucking knows at this point though whether it is his name. I doubt it, given Kingfisher's name is apparently not Kingfisher either. Personally though I still think that should have been addressed in the book. It's over 200k words, you can tell us why certain nicknames exist.

The thief held up his hands. “You're right. I apologize. I'm just a little on edge right now. I'm not my best self.”

Hilarious, there to cause trouble most of the time, 10/10, almost no notes.

“Are you going to tell me about my parents, or are you going to start undressing each other? Because I can leave. I don't have to, but I can,” Carrion said.

Except the part where he turns out to be a thousand-year-old fae too and a secret, mystery, vampire-killing-prince dude or whatever, there's a note about that and how it's kinda unnecessary to drop in the final 5%. Was it foreshadowed? Not effectively, no. Also Carrion Daianthus? Roadkill, crows, and...pink flowers? Yeah. That's him. That's the one 💀

Onyx. Token wild animal taken in as pet/familiar trope. She can have this one. He's cute.

Elroy. Dude's definitely going to become important again. How much do we wanna bet he's Fisher's dad? Anyone?

Anyway, this was wildly chaotic and I don't really feel bad about it because so was this book. It started out well in the first 5-10%. It was a slog to read between the 10% mark and 60%. Honestly, it only got better once they'd fucked for the first time, which was because Kingfisher's character did a 180 overnight with a big fat handwavey motion, like our FMC's magic coochie cured him of his violent tendencies. Like not to be crude, but I'm not sure there's any other way of putting it.

I think it's just not a great book, which I also think is a shame because the world is interesting, I loved the parts of alchemy we got (which weren't enough, imo) and the swords, the magic, the portals, the quicksilver, etc. I think it had so much potential and that's ultimately why it also bothers me so much as well. It feels squandered through a lack of refinement and editing.

Will I read the next one? Maybe. I'll let someone else take the hit first and see if it's any better paced this.

This has gone on long enough lmao, so I'll just leave you with one last quote that I think really sums up this book so, so much:

“Not that. The brother part,” she said in a loud whisper. “That’s not common knowledge?” “Well, yes. And no. It's just not spoken about. And it's very, very complicated.”

Yeah...

[bastart13]

What's the game you're making? What's the premise?

Love and Legends is a fantasy isekai dating sim, originally written for and produced for the Lovestruck app. The app shut down a few years ago, and though the game is archived in videos here (x) I wanted to give remaking it a shot.

The premise is that one day, the MC has just got out of work, only to be struck by lightning and teleported to a fantasy world of knights, elves, fairies... and evil queens. And turns out she looks just like the evil queen, the one killed three years prior. People in the world either want her in a dungeon or to restart war as their despotic overlord and she has to learn to navigate the world, chosing someone to stay by her side.

There are seven love interests:

Lord Reiner Wolfson - A second-born son of the former leader of his domain, forced to become leader after his family died fighting the Witch Queen. A kind, considerate leader with a love of bad jokes, prepared to but the weight of the world on his shoulders to protect what remains of his loved ones.

Altea Bellerose - A young, gifted wizard who's devoted most of her life to refining her art and fighting for justice. She's deeply curious, quick-witted, and determined to prove herself against those who might dismiss her.

Prince Iseul Idreis - An elven prince with a family history with Reiner's, who served him in war and now takes time to enjoy the peacetime. Laid-back and sharp-tongued, he seems to take nothing too seriously but cares deeply for his friends.

Saerys - The last known demon after the Witch Queen launched a brutal extermination of his people. Isolated and marked, he struggles to find his place in the world. As much as he loves and trusts his allies, he does not believe he has a place among them.

Sir August Falke - Reiner's most loyal knight and fiercely protective of their won peace. He does not allow any threat to pass, even if it leaves him a little uptight. Taking care of his beloved noble steed, Wyndsor Royale, shows off a softer side to him.

General Helena Klein - The Witch Queen's general, former lover, and apprentice, Helena's gift with magic breaks bounds. Though she has a long, dark history of pain, even when she thought it might be love, she hopes for a way to escape.

General Alain Richter - The Witch Queen's longest-standing general and oldest friend, he followed her down an evil path, sowing pain whenever she commanded it, he wants nothing more than to return to a time where he and his love find peace together.

The writing is overall very impressive, with a strong sense of character chemistry and dialogue. There's a lot of variety between the characters and routes, each following a unique story with variations on the world's lore. The MC is a surprisingly strong character in her own right, allowing interesting dynamics between her and the love interests rather than a default.

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

last line tag game

I was tagged by @effelants to post the last line of writing I’ve recently written 🥰🥰🥰

I’ve been working on two fics at the same time recently, and been editing both so I’m just gonna post the last line from both since I can’t strictly remember which one I had been working on last 😂

The first is a w|w fic with Effe’s character Amalia and my non-Inquisitor DAI OC, Talenna. They may or may not be angry kissing in Inquisitor Amalia’s office 😌💖

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Talenna knew she was taking this too far. She had only meant to rattle the Inquisitor some. To provoke her into confronting what had happened between them, and shake that ridiculous mask of perfection she insisted upon wearing everywhere she went. It was too much of a mirror to herself, and since the Inquisitor was an inescapable presence here, Talenna had decided to simply shatter it.

The second is a Wolfwalkers inspired AU with Tal and @oxygenforthewicked ‘s OC Saeris. And Tal do be hunting some wolves :3c

“Sky will be getting dark soon,” Shiaren pointed out. “If the thing is even half as injured as it should be after having a tree like that dropped on it, it won’t be getting far any time soon. We can come back in the morning and hunt it then.”

Talenna shook her head. “We shouldn’t risk it. The rains could roll through sometime in the night and wash away everything, and then we’d be right back where we were before. This is the best lead we’ve had in a full three-span. To waste it would be to spit in the Huntress’ face. And the Lady of Fortune favors a bold hunt.”

As such, ima be tagging @oxygenforthewicked uwu gimme the ghae polycule crack fic please I desire it

[ssaeri]

your god won't hear you

☆ tags: m!sydney x gn!reader, just a little fallen!sydney, slightly corrupted!sydney, he’s still strawberry blond because I don't want to dye his hair, it's that temple scene where he gets protective of you, I cut out the good night scene because I got lazy, SFW, but the game itself is 18+ so might be suggestive due to the nature of the game, ft. f!jordan, ft. m!sirris ☆

The temple is quiet at night.

During the day, there is always movement: supplies to be transported, shrubs to be cleared, sheets to be washed. But once the sun slips in the sky, a sigh of silence settles over the space, and one by one, robed figures roam along the perimeter, leaving flickering candles in their wake. Sometimes, you sought solace in the embrace of the holy, letting the murmured prayers wash over your frayed nerves like a soothing balm; other times, you skirted around the edges of the temple, the weight of sin heavy on your skin.

Today is an instance of the former. You get to the corner of Wolf Street when the warning bells start tolling, signaling ten minutes before the start of the evening service, and you watch as temple members rush to complete their chores. For once, you're not among them. One lithe initiate pulls sun-dried habits from the laundry line, rolls them into a pile, and stuffs them into her basket in a rush. The head nun of housekeeping is not going to appreciate the unnecessary wrinkles; you've earned her ire enough times to know that ironing out every individual crease is another form of earthly torture. Meanwhile a tall monk hefts bags of hedge trimmings over his shoulder to deposit by the roadside, and when he sees you, he waves with a shy smile.

Cute.

You wink back. You don't know his name.

A line of initiates not much younger than you push open the wooden temple doors with a loud creak, and you cut across the street to trail in behind them, smoothing down the tattered remains of your overalls and hoping that you’re decent enough to not draw stares. A chant has already started. Half of the candles are lit. You're afraid to make a sound.

Like you said, the temple is quiet at night.

Your eyes strain to scan the pews until they land on a familiar figure in a corner of the main hall, knelt in prayer, head bowed over clasped hands. Strawberry blond hair—colored burnt umber in the low light—spills over one shoulder.

Bingo.

The monk to your right greets the entrance with a murmured Welcome to the temple, his eyes closed, his steepled fingers pressed to his lips. You side-step him. You also tiptoe around the sleeping drunkard in the back pew who clutches an empty bottle to her chest, the rumbling exhales smelling of liquor.

Your boyfriend doesn't greet you when you settle down near him—a respectable distance of two and a half feet minimum—but he’s fighting back a smile and you wait patiently for him to finish reciting his lines. As Sydney mouths the last few words, his eyes flutter open and crease at the sight of you. You loved his glasses, but you must admit that he looks better like this, adoration for you unfiltered.

“Good evening, my love,” he whispers, reaching across the space to brush the back of your hand. You catch it in his retreat and intertwine your fingers. “What are you doing here?”

“Praying,” you say simply, though you are clearly not.

Still, he hums in accord, squeezes your hand, and resumes his previous posture. At the altar, Jordan finishes setting up the religious artifacts and does a sweeping glance of the space. You wonder what she sees. Monks on the side processing with a sweet-smelling thurible. Initiates carrying the remaining piles of scrolls to the back rooms. Nuns walking around with a donation basket. Temple-goers lining the wall to confess their sins and seek grace. Jordan’s gaze eventually lands on you, and you swear you see an infinitesimal nod of approval before she descends to her usual place in the first pew, pearl-white and spun-silver robes setting her apart from the rest.

Jordan leads the congregation into the next set of prayers by chiming a golden bell that echoes eerily in the space. The temple isn't empty, but the vaulted ceiling, extending into darkness, morphs the sound into something resembling the pained groan of spirits. You kneel, too, feeling wood against bare skin, the holes in your overalls fresh from a forest adventure. You wouldn't call yourself a believer, but you'll take all the help you can get in this town.

You pray for salvation. For the orphanage. For the math project that you still haven’t finished. Sydney’s expression is concentrated now, troubled by the thoughts that plague his mind, but you can’t spend too much time dwelling on it because your own thoughts drift to hopes for the future and how things could be better. The next hour passes quickly behind closed eyes, and with every exhale, you feel your burden lighten.

The calm is interrupted by a nasal:

“A token of appreciation from the faithful, hm?”

The voice comes from a stout nun who stops in front of you, holding out a donation basket and barely missing your elbow. While her smile is neutral, she scans your outfit with thinly veiled contempt, and it's in that judgmental expression that you realize why she's so familiar—it's the one who always has a bone to pick with you and your faith. She swears that you're a fraud (you are) and that you treat the temple like a playground (you do) and that you’ve been tempting temple members in the chambers (you have)—but honestly, that is beside the point. As a woman of the veil, couldn’t one expect more grace from her?

Sydney reaches in front of you to drop in a crumpled £10, which the nun accepts with a sniff of her upturned nose. Tacking on your best customer service smile, you make a big show of rummaging for your wallet and pulling out the crispest £100 you have, courtesy of your last customer at the massage salon.

“Of course, Sister. Anything to support the temple,” you say with conviction you do not feel. “Perhaps this can help buy new curtains for the west wing.”

At your emphasis, the nun flushes down to her neck and stalks away without another word, coins rattling in her basket. You swear she's muttering something about you under her breath, but it doesn't matter; you've clearly won. There’s a beat of silence before Sydney leans over, shoulders shaking.

“Did you know the curtains were burned down last week because she knocked over a candle in her sleep?”

“Why do you think I said it?”

A suppressed laugh that makes his eyes twinkle.

“Oh, you are bad,” he says, and his mirth makes your skin tingle pleasantly.

“Thanks, I try.”

The golden bell rings again, and as one, the congregation sits back onto the pews to shift into the next prayer. It’s one that you kind of know. The language is foreign, some ancient tongue that you never learned, but the cadence is almost melodic, so you mumble along and hope that it’s enough. Their god is a forgiving god, right? Surely your intentions will win over your execution.

.

.

Another hour or two passes in this way. At some point, during another break, Sydney turns to you and asks what you're praying for. For peace, you reply vaguely. Honestly, as it grows later, you've just been trying not to nod off, the lingering effects of treasure hunting in the lake wearing down your muscles. Your watch reads almost midnight, and soon Sirris will emerge from a hidden corner, offering you a ride home before he returns to the Danube mansions with his son. You're banking on it; walking home at this hour would probably invite some unwanted encounters.

Suddenly, there’s a new warmth at your side. A slender man, dressed in a monk’s habit, leans in close and sneers as his chest brushes against your shoulder. A light but intentional caresss. You tense, biting back a yelp of surprise. He takes that—your silence, your stillness, your deer in headlights look—as a sign to continue, resting a hand on your exposed thigh. The tattered overalls. The bastard leans closer still.

“Don’t cause a fuss,” he murmurs, his sickly sweet tone edged with the promise of threat, “or I’ll say you attacked me. Who will they believe?”

Certainly not you. You've been carefully balancing your notoriety; photography sessions with Niki are now monthly instead of weekly, chef shifts at the local café are limited, no more cabaret shows on Friday nights—you’ve even started wearing conservative clothing to keep a low profile. But none of it feels like it’s enough, especially when you still get recognized on the street for your nightclub shifts and the growing list of crimes that have you in hot waters with the police.

This guy? He has a golden pendant around his neck, the center inlaid with a blue gemstone. You're not familiar with the colored rankings, other than the fact that Jordan’s pure diamonds denote her as the head of this temple, but just having a gemstone places him higher than your initiate level, marked by the plain gold cross pendant that dangles on a simple chain.

Before you can say anything, though, Sydney lifts the hand off your thigh, holding it in a crushing grip. A smile is frozen on his face. Despite not being directed at you, the barely masked fury and crazed eyes send a chill down your spine.

“Belief won’t matter because I’ll attack you for real,” he says lowly. Slowly. Letting the words sink in like stones in water.

And unlike yours, Sydney’s reputation does hold weight in the temple. There’s rumors of him being Jordan’s successor decades down the line, but even without the help of those rumors, you know that Sydney is ready to send this man to hell and back for daring to touch you, much less threaten you. Sydney’s grip is steady; the man’s fingers tremble and redden, seconds away from snapping. Sydney’s hand has been around your neck before, but it was always gentle, never more than a loving pressure. Now you lightly brush your sternum, wondering what it would be like to have this energy turned on you.

The man’s life must flash before his eyes because suddenly he has the strength to rip his hand away and scurry to the back of the temple, the worn monk habit swishing at his ankles. Smart move. You don't know who he is, and honestly, you can barely recall his face, but you doubt that he'll be bothering you for a long time.

“Fucking heathens,” Sydney spits at the retreat.

He waits until the man’s figure completely disappears into the shadows. Sydney isn’t much of a fighter, but from the straight line of his shoulders, you don’t doubt that it’d change in a heartbeat.

Then his attention is on you, and his anger crumbles. “Are you alright, love?”

He cups your face in his palms, and you lean into the touch.

“I’m okay,” you say, giving him a tight-lipped smile.

If this happened a year ago, you would’ve been shaking in your boots, bewildered at the audacity of the stranger, but ever since Bailey insisted on weekly payments, you’ve…seen the world. For better and for worse.

Right on time, Sirris strolls over, blissfully unaware. He swings his car keys from a finger. “Ready to go, kids?”

[exalted-dawn]

Big OC collab I did a while ago for the DAFF server, where all of our OCs meet in an interdimensional tavern and vibe :3 pictured below, from left to right:

Siobhan Hawke ( @inquisimer ), Virelan Lavellan ( @rosella-writes ), Pravin Talavera ( @monocytogenes ), Ixchel Lavellan ( @dreadfutures ), Thalia Trevelyan ( @nirikeehan ), An’da ( @about2dance ), Amaryllis Lavellan ( @arlathmacully ), Talenna (MY QUEEN MY WIFE), Connor Trevelyan ( @plisuu ), Moira Amell ( @effelants ), and Saeris Lavellan + Efa ( @oxygenforthewicked )

[red-moon-shine]

Incorrect quotes i found with a generator but i modified them a bit

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Mis: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Toxik : You’re way too obbsesive to have enemies left.

Mis: You don’t know about that.

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Saeri : You know what’s funny about Mis? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

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Toxik : Kill me nowwwww.

Mis: Sorry, no can do. I need your help with my "business".

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Mis: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Toxik : Wrong. I look like a cool announcer who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Mis: I think I need a hug...

Saeri : Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Mis: You... you can let go now.

Saeri : No, I absolutely cannot.

>>>

Mis: Saeri, you were so wasted last night.

Saeri: I wasn't that drunk!

Mis: ...You called a taxi home.

Saeri: Yeah! It's called being responsible!

Mis: The party was at our house.

Saeri: ...Crap.

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Young Saeri: The academy sucks.

Sira: I know, but you have to do it so you can get a job.

Young Saeri: What are jobs like?

Sira: They suck.

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Saeri: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail.

Mis: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

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Toxik: That sounds like a terrible plan.

Mis & Saeri: Oh, we've had worse.

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Mis: Slash gamemode creative.

Saeri: Dude, this isn't Min-

Mis: *starts levitating*

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Mis: Can I ask you for a favor?

Saeri: I would literally die for you, but continue.

Mis: We need to talk about you starting sentences that way.

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Y: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."

Mis: ...

Mis: What a stupid fucking quote.

Mis: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.

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Toxik: Mis, I beg of you. Please, PLEASE go to the doctor.

Mis: Hey, I'm sorry. Is this OUR stab wound?

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Xeltrians : we need life advice.

Irkens, sipping soda and eating fundip : You came to the right spicies.

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Irkens: Here are two pictures. One of them is your society, and the other is a garbage dumpster. Can you tell which is which?

Xeltrians : ...

Xeltrians : This one is the dumpster.

Irkens: They’re both your society.

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Ninf : So jellyshish-

Nix, laughing : JELLYSHISH!?

Ninf : You know what I meant!

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Nix : Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Ninf : But we are a vegan.

Nix : Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.

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FFPO Sai/young mis : I hate you.

FFPO Kira/young saeri : Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

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Arax : "It's easy to forget what a sin is in the middle of a battlefield."

Mis: Opposite over hypotenuse.

Mis: Dipshit.

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Have some of my own addition :D

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Toxik: who is it?.

*sees two known shining eyes in the dark he reconize very well,and starts criying histerically*

Toxik: what are you doing in my house...? *sob*

Toxik: WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE!?

*a siniester sharp toothed smile apears in the dark*

Mis: I.Want.A.Help with my sons.

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Mis: now kids, be good and don't give trouble to your uncles alright?

His 6 kids : ok! bye dad! We will miss you.

*mis stares at saeri and toxik, him being obligated to come*

Mis: and you two be careful

Saeri:don't worry will be just fineeee

*mis semi closes his eyes in suspicion before living and closing the door behind him*

*The 6 slowly turn arround to see them now their eyes are glowing and have wide sharp toothed smiles and a aura of dread coming from them*

Artis: welcome to hell motherf*ckers

Saeri & toxik: *look at each other in fear knowing well their fate*

*meanwhile mis is somewhere else feeling prideful for the monsters he's raising*

Mis: *sniff* i raised them well.

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*mis appears half dead on his "business"(assassin) suit extremealy injured and bleeding onto the facility his brother team is almost knoking off the door while entering*

Mis : can someone please get me to the hospital...?

*silence is the only thing heard except for mis heavy breathing and coughing*

Mis : if you need to know my blood type is infected blue...*faints*

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Take : why did you think any of this was a good idea!?

Mis : probably becuse im a dangerous sociopath with a large history of violence.

Take : oh...

Mis : i still dont know how you keep forgetting that.

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Mis, to take : do something i was not willing to do all those years ago

Take : mhm, fullfil destiny right?

Mis : no...get some therapy

FFPO Kira : *laughing hysterically in the background*

<<<

Saeri : grandma am i ugly...?

Sira : what nonsense,im looking at you right now and you are the most beautiful girl in the world.

*cut to mis and his father*

Mis : father am i ugly?

Viridis : very much

<<<

Take and the other 3 FFPO brothers : umm... what you got there?

Mis, with 6 children : a coffe

<<<

Mis : i fell into a trap! I went for a nap and now he's got me!

Range : mine...*on top of mis like a weighted blanked in the form of a common soldier xeltrian whille huging him*

Mis : yeah! i know but, nmg *tries to get free*

Range : mine *low pitch growl*

Mis : eng! *keeps triying*

Range : mine! *audible growl*

Mis : mnig!! *tries harder*

Range : MINE *audible loud growling*

Mis : *gave up triying* god dammit!

<<<

*for some reasson toxik ended in mis house afther a mission*

Toxik : im hungry

Mis : then lick that coat, you smell li a-

Toxik : grilled cheese

Mis : what?

Toxik : grill me a cheese

Mis : im not grilling you a cheese!

Toxik : *suddenly starts criying and shaking,probably for the fatigue and out of tiredness*

Mis : wh-

Toxik : *keeps sobbing histerically while shaking bonking his head lightly on his chest*

Mis : ... *sight*

Mis : oh for the brains sake!

*mis is now grilling a cheese while toxik is on the couch covered by a heavy and comfy blanket and a cup of hot tea on his hands,honey is laying peacefully on his lap*

<<<

The tallest : oh hey-! *see oxxelus in all its glory standing straight in its almost 8 meters tall* oh...

*the tallest red procceds to look at the 5 meter tall royal council,while purple is petrified*

Tallest red : i don't now what you feed him,but he's too damm big!!

<<<

DF au Dib : oh hey! How is it go-

The 4 xeltrians trapped and half domesticated on zims house : *rabid dog growling*

DF au Dib: AHH! Get your fucking dogs!

Mis & DF au Zim : they won't bite

DF au Dib : yes, they do!

<<<

Take, worried for his older brother : were you going?

Mis, preparing for a mission : i don't now

FFPO Eco : at what hour will you be back?

Mis, almost finnished : im not sure

FFPO Kira : were are you going?

Mis,finaly finished : you already asked...

FFPO Sai : will you bring us something?

Mis : *sigh*...*pets their heads a bit* don't wait for me.

*then mis proceds to leave*

<<<

Mis : we are all great failure defectives! Plus...

*mis looks to his side were the irken with a gas mask is*

Mis : toxik

*half o the present people starts laughing some hysterically even,at the unesesary dramatism,while toxik seends a death glare to the taller irken*

Mis : i like toxik becuse he donsen't mind what we are

<<<

*mis,toxik,FFPO kira and FFPO sai are playing uno*

FFPO Sai : what is this game dude!?

Mis : *whezes and starts laughing*

FFPO Sai : are you serious!?! Gime me a green card!!

Mis : *snort! Wheze!*

FFPO Sai : WHAT. ARE .YOU. DOING!?!?

Mis : *whezing*

FFPO Sai : HOLY SHIT!!! *finally gets a green card and uses it*

Mis : *loudly laughing in bettewn whezes* oh im not doing it...im not doing it...*triying to calm down weakly speaking and strugling to recompose*

Toxik : *loudly laughing at sai's misery*

FFPO Kira : *puts a green uno reverse card on the card pile smiling showing his razor sharp teeth*

FFPO Sai, his left eye start twiching: I DONT HAVE A GREEN!!!!

Mis & Toxik : *loud skomer kettle wheeze*

Toxik : *making skeaky toy sounds as he tries to regain his breathe*

Mis : *does a deep sharp inhale,while tears of laugther fall from his eyes*

FFPO Sai : AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

<<<

Thats all i could thinked of at thr moment but i think i would do this every now and then.

Mostly when i want to bring some escenarys to life but i don't now how or don't have the energy to do so

So thats all remember to drink water and to touch grass.

Crow out.

Take and toxik are @stingerking oc's

[nirikeehan]

Happy Friday!! For DADWC this week I'm absolutely enamored with the Thalia & OC option 😂 Please, I would love Thalia and Saeris going on an adventure (if you want!). I'll send two prompts just in case. But how about the prompt: "camping with friends" and "the echo of footsteps"? (Maybe a spooky vibe?)

HI GIN HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!

I thought they deserved to kiss. But there's also a cliffhanger, to leave room for more of the actual "adventure" part 😅 I hope I've done Saeris justice!

For @dadrunkwriting

WC: 1373

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The campfire crackled late into the evening. Thalia sat outside her tent long after the stars came out, listening to the crickets and stroking the feathers on Saeris’s bird, Efa. 

Saeris himself had been quiet most of the day. He was giving her space, she could tell. She could also tell he wore his opinions concealed not too far below the surface of his face. They were grumpy and disapproving. 

Thalia sighed. This trip — though on paper a reconnaissance mission for the Inquisition several miles due east of their outpost in Crestwood — was, at least on some level, meant to be fun. A chance for the two unlikely friends to catch up. But Thalia had been solemn and taciturn since they set out, and the Antivan elf, with his soft and handsome features turned into a frown, must know something was wrong. 

He sat nearby, letting his bird perch on her shoulder, and stared in to the flames. The fire reflected on his long, silky hair. Neither spoke for a long time. 

“I went hawking when I was young, back at my family’s estate,” Thalia offered at last — a tiny bit of small talk. “Maybe that’s why Efa has taken a shining to me.”

Saeris raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. He was often quiet until something needed to be said, and one look told Thalia he knew it wasn’t hawking that was truly on her mind.

Thalia groaned. “Are you just going to give me silent judging looks all night?” 

“I’m not judging,” Saeris said flatly. Clearly judging. 

“Well, that do you want me to say?” Thalia retorted. 

“The thing that’s got you preoccupied.” Saeris’s voice remained unchanged. 

Thalia let out a sigh, her stomach turning into knots. “You’re not going to like it.”

Saeris shrugged. This was not a concern for him. She was hurting, and that was enough. Thalia was not sure if this measure of compassion was due to his cultural upbringing, Dalish or Antivan, or it was simply the way he was. She had peppered him in the past with questions about his — in her eyes — exotic origins, and he always answered truthfully enough, if somewhat bemused. 

Thalia raised her fingers for Efa to climb onto, and scooted across the blanket she’d laid out on the grass to deposit her back with her owner. The bad storms that had been passing through the area some weeks before had dissipated, leaving brilliantly clear, if chilly, nights behind. 

“It’s… well, it’s Blackwall,” Thalia said, and watched him tense. “Now you know why I didn’t want to say anything!” 

Saeris shook his head in a way that Thalia could not quite parse — he could have been angry, disappointed, exasperated. All three? Her heart thumped with shame. 

“Look,” Thalia said, “I know you don’t see eye to eye with him…”

Saeris grunted in lieu of agreeing.

“…but he’s the best knight I have,” Thalia continued. She wondered how this had turned into defending Blackwall, even as her mind swarmed about the things that had transpired between them. “No matter what happens, I don’t want to lose him.” 

Saeris took a slow breath, stroking the soft feathers on Efa’s breast. “What did he do?” 

It was more what Blackwall hadn’t done that had Thalia’s heart tied up in knots. “Well, first he invited me to the Storm Coast…”

She recounted the strange tale of the Grey Warden’s invitation, choosing to leave out the expectation on her part what exactly she’d thought Blackwall had wanted from her on that trip. She wasn’t sure why. Saeris didn’t seem the type to care much about a lady’s honor and other outdated modes of chivalry, but the thought of disclosing it suddenly made Thalia shy. Not that it mattered — Blackwall had been nothing but gentlemanly on that trip, confusing as it was. It wasn’t until their return to Skyhold that he’d appeared unannounced in her quarters, breaching all sorts of protocol, to grab her for a passionate kiss… 

Saeris’s brow lowered as she recounted this bit, as did the corners of his mouth. When she got to the part about refusing Blackwall, he nodded decisively. “Good. That was the correct thing to do. He had no right.” 

“Perhaps not,” Thalia admitted, gazing skyward to the cold stars, “but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it.” 

Saeris stared into the burning embers of the campfire, his long silky hair trailing over one shoulder. He had the longest hair of any man Thalia knew, and was one of the few people she knew who also sported a tattoo on his face. Though in her understanding, the Dalish wore them by choice, unlike the mages of the Ostwick Circle. Thalia gazed at his vallaslin, seeming to glow in the firelight, and wondered what that was like — to choose. 

He noticed her looking and caught her eye. Thalia averted her gaze quickly, jolting as if burned. She felt, abruptly, both too hot and too cold. 

“I think there’s someone out there for you,” Saeris said at last. “Someone much better than Blackwall.”

Thalia swallowed thickly. Did that mean what it seemed to? Or was he just being a supportive friend? She glanced back at him; he was still watching her with his intent gaze. She wished she wasn’t so hopeless at gauging men’s intentions. She had gotten the sense that Saeris was both more worldly and more wise than her; perhaps he merely pitied her? The thought was mortifying. 

“Oh, yeah?” she shot back, perhaps a bit too brashly. “Are you volunteering?” 

Saeris’s eyes widened, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I wouldn’t think I’m your type.”

“I don’t discriminate against elves, if that’s what you mean,” Thalia huffed. 

Saeris chuckled. “No, not that.” He gestured toward his face. “I’m significantly less hairy.” 

Thalia let out a barking laugh. “Are you sure? What you lack in beard you make up for in long flowing locks.” 

“My entire body is about the width of Blackwall’s arm,” Saeris continued. Despite his near deadpan tone, he was definitely teasing her. 

“I don’t mind,” Thalia shot back, drawing nearer to him. 

“Are you sure? I would think maybe someone more strapping, like Commander Cullen—”

Thalia kissed him. Efa squawked and flew from Saeris’s shoulder. 

There was a moment of surprise where neither seemed to know what to do. His face was smooth where Blackwall’s had been rough and bristly, and he was quite thin in comparison, she thought, her palm pressing to his clavicle to steady herself. But his hand was soft and found the nape of her neck and his kiss was tender and it felt nice. Uncomplicated. The very opposite of the fevered, fraught embrace she’d shared with Blackwall. 

The moment lingered, the kiss turning into several small, exploratory ones in quick succession. Saeris seemed unhurried, which made her feel better. She no longer got the sense he was humoring her. 

He pulled her closer. He put her fingers in his hair while he put his mouth on her neck. Thalia let out a small noise of pleasure. She wanted to urge him on, but over the labored sounds of their breathing came another noise: the heavy trod, it seemed, of footsteps beyond the camp. 

She put her hand on his chest to stay him. “Shh. Saeris. Do you hear that?” 

Saeris slowed, planting a kiss on her ear before straightening and tilting his own head. “Mm. I suppose it must be Blackwall, come to kill me.” 

“Witty.” She swiped playfully at his arm, though her mirth was fleeting. They were in the middle of the forest, all alone. Anyone approaching the camp could not be considered a friend. 

They listened in silence for a few minutes but the footsteps seemed to vanish as quickly as they appeared. Thalia studied Saeris thoughtfully. “Do you think we ought to follow? To confirm it’s no threat?” 

Saeris sighed, disentangling himself from her arms. “I suppose it would be too much to assume it was a friendly forest voyeur.” 

“Are there many of those where you’re from?” Thalia asked, vaguely horrified. 

“No.” He stood, brushing bits of grass off his breeches. “You ought to bring your staff, just in case.” 

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

I am genuinely gobsmacked that Quicksilver has a 4.45 rating on Goodreads because what in the ever loving fuck have I read

I suppose it sort of makes sense because most people are just simping over Kingfisher who is basically Rhysand and Cassian mixed together but personally it made me want to kms

Kingfisher (what is that name, let's start there) is an actual caveman and borderline threatens to r*pe Saeris but of course he is the new best book boyfriend why not?

"I don't hate your kind. I'm just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I'm imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you'd survive it."

I'm sorry? Is this supposed to be sexy or something?? Bare in mind I DNF'd around 20% so this is only maybe their second interaction

"Maybe the issue is that you asked me a question about my cock like a hungry little bitch in heat and didn't ask me something that mattered. . . There you go again. Hungry, needy little bitch in heat, begging to be fucked"

Is it me? Because I'm not getting it. This is what we want in book boyfriends? Really? He also actually, for real, being deadly serious said that he's not evil because he doesn't sexually assault her 💀

I DNF'd but while scrolling through other 1 star reviews I saw that he apparently surprise chokes her during a spicy scene and just no nope. No thank you. BDSM? That's cool that's hot, with consent and communication. Surprise choking is what we call ✨domestic and sexual abuse✨

"This author writes abusers well—he is charming, charismatic and the people around him make lots of excuses" was from another review and it's spot on

And the "banter" between them?? It is so forced it's actually gag inducing

It's such a bummer because I really loved Saeris and the side characters and the world itself seemed pretty cool. The romance should have been between Saeris and the princess or quite literally anyone but Kingfisher and I would've eaten this shit up

This book made me kind of realize why some people rate books one star just for the hell of it because someone has to keep the balance if this absolute load of shit has a 4.45 RATING

I guess if you want a "romance" where the love interest acts like a 14 year old boy in his emo phase who just got his gaming privileges taken away and treats the FMC like she's 2 years old but is also aggressively sexual and violent around her, manipulates her and doesn't allow her bodily autonomy, then this one's for you 🫶🏻

[longsightmyth]

Look a book review

Quicksilver by Callie Hart My rating: 3 of 5 stars Every time I say review to come I have thoughts I forget to write a full review, so. The Good Much of this was engaging. The prose has pretty good flow when it's not throwing in swearing all over the place to make sure readers know this is an adult novel. Saeris both does things, interacts with the ideas of people removing her bodily autonomy, and is almost never stupid in a way that doesn't make sense for the character. Kingfisher was bi probably? I liked that. ALSO IN A SHOCKING TWIST I LIKED A LOVE INTEREST. WOW. IN A FAE NOVEL???? Yes. He and Saeris were sweet together by the end, and while I thought the falling into romance part was too abrupt for my taste once they were there it was nice. He respects her as a person even if he doesn't like. Respect her for a bit. If that makes sense. The Meh Most of those plot twists were not twists and y'all know it. I don't mean they were glaringly obvious, I mean there was no foreshadowing and nothing building towards them. A lot of things were added pretty obviously as the author thought of them without the benefit of another editing pass to make sure they were integrated before they were suddenly important. The Bad Maybe I secretly am a prude despite all my erotica and romance reading of published original works and Ao3 smut. Who can say. Anyway entire chapters of smut just felt like overkill, and of course Kingfisher had the giantest of penises. Of course he did. Also Carrion served 0 purpose to the narrative. Sorry not sorry. If you wanted me to care about a long lost missing heir that should have been brought up more and Carrion should have been actually useful. BUT THE WORST THING. Like okay. I did like Saeris aside from a couple of baffling 'And I Must Snark' moments. Truly I did. BUT. This book has a problem with women. I don't mean like it necessarily hates all women. I just mean that despite having unnamed women in the background sometimes (which is important! And I do appreciate it!) every time any of them are in opposition to a man they are Wrong. Sometimes this means they deserve to lose a hand, apparently. I'm making this sound both worse and better than it is. I don't know how to explain it. It's not quite Special Woman Syndrome, and it's not like Saeris evidences disgust or distaste for women in general, it's just that she never like. Talks to them. And neither do we. CONCLUSION. Solid 3.5 stars, definitely one of the better sarah janet based fae fantasies I've read, shockingly enjoyable love interest man by the end, mostly competent heroine. View all my reviews

[thedragonagebigbang]

Bang Creator Interview: Tumblr: @oxygenforthewicked  |  AO3: Oxygenforthewicked

The Collaboration period has begun! In these quiet months before works are due, we want to foster a sense of excitement, camaraderie, and celebration among our participants. To that end, all participants were given the option of a formal interview by our mod, Dema, or an informal “ask-game” survey. We hope you enjoy getting to know our phenomenal creators as much as we have!

10 Reasons Why Rift Hopping Is Probably Hazardous to Your Health (Hint: Cassandra Is One of Them)

Gin and Dema talk process, inspiration, and what to do when a character kicks down your door

Dema: Since this is a Big Bang I'll start there: have you done one before? If you have, what made you want to do it again? If not: what made you wanna give it a go? 

Gin: I've considered being a part of a Big Bang event before but I haven't actually done one yet. However, after seeing all of the fics and artwork that came out of other bangs last year, I got a better feel for it and decided I wanted to give it a try!

Dema: So exciting! Are you finding that this process feels different from how you usually write?

Gin: Not really, honestly. I've done NaNoWriMo in the past, and this feels similar in terms of working towards a set goal. I think the big difference (and better difference, honestly) is that this is much more community-centered, and the goal is to finish the project instead of just reaching a word count minimum. That in and of itself is a really refreshing new challenge.

Dema: When you tackle a project like this, what does that look like for you?

Gin: Usually I like to prepare a concept/vague outline first, write out in more detail the major plot points, create a mood playlist, and just start writing! I do tend to carve out time for writing, too, as that helps me focus better.

Dema: How much time do you feel like you need in a chunk? (Me, interviewing: “So, writing. How Do You Do It. AND WHY??)

Gin: It depends. Sometimes I can write for several consecutive hours, other times my brain can only handle about thirty minutes. Either way, I know that as long as I get words on the page, I'm making progress! But creativity isn't something that can be forced, so if the words just aren't coming out, I'll take a break for a while and refresh my brain by reading a book or watching something. Once my creative battery is full again, I can knock out a huge chunk of the project, and that usually feels so much better than trying to strongarm my brain into getting words out.

Dema: Is there something you are reading or watching right now that is providing particular inspiration? Or if not inspiration, rejuvenation?

Gin: Yes, actually! I'm currently reading A Wise Man's Fear by Patrick Rothfuss, and it's been giving me all sorts of good inspiration.

Dema: Oh yes! I love that book. Is there anything in particular about it that's scratching the itch?

Gin: The lore and worldbuilding are both so interesting, but I'm also just very invested in the characters. This series so far has done a great job of creating a rich world with fleshed-out characters, an intricate magic system, and I love the complexity of the relationships. (In short, all of it!) 

Dema: Hard agree, I love those complicated characters and dynamics. Speaking of characters, when you're crafting an OC, what's your starting point? What was the spark that birthed Saeris, if you want to be more specific?

Gin: Most of the time, it's a picture or a song that sparks the initial concept. But there are other times when OCs kick down the door in my head and decide that they live there rent-free. Saeris was one of those characters. Admittedly, I did intend on creating Saeris for a specific project after reading The Horror of Hormak, but he was supposed to be a minor character that I was going to write once and never write again after that. (Boy was I wrong.) But what really sparked the inspiration for him was a photo I found while looking up references for gray eyes. The vibe of that photo just seemed like it fit him so well that his entire character quickly started unfolding bit by bit after that. I chose a name for him, a class, and all of it snowballed until he became my most fleshed-out character (and my favorite).

Dema: How long ago was that?

Gin: April 2022

Dema: Awwww! He’s two! 

Gin: LOL! It was when the event I was writing him for took place. 

Dema: I will not ask you if your Bang fic involves Saeris because I do not want to pry any spoilers from you, but thank you for your click-bait title and for your interview! Gin: Sounds good! And thank you!! It was very fun chatting.