#this drabble held me hostage and killed my dog buT I FINISHED IT

[hawksblooded]

( camp ) - our muses have sex in a tent

IF ANRI HAD TO name any quality of the hunter’s, it would be honesty. So when Alizebeth warned her that no matter what, she would not stop, even should the knight beg and plead, she took that to mean the night would be long and restless. A shiver had run down her limbs, ancitipation and uncertainty both sending her heartbeat into a gallop.

They had camped behind a large boulder on a misty plain, the tent pitched haphazardly among the stones. They’d been traveling through the fog, armored figures cutting through like knives. Exhaustion had caught up to them before they could cross the miry moor into more covered ground, and so against the hunter’s wish they had set up their humble lodgings in the nook of monolithic stones, a small haven of fire to drive away the gloom.

Shaded from the world, wrapped in murk like sealed away from all else, Anri had made the first mistake. She had walked up to the hunter as she undressed; “Let me help you,” she had said, and began to work at doffing Alizebeth’s armor, unclasping the half-undone pauldron, placing it delicately on the mossy ground, followed by a spiked gauntlet, a fur-lined helm. In the shade of their tent Alizebeth looked hewn from the same rough stone that surrounded them, all sharp edges and eroded scars. She hadn’t thought of the intimacy of it, had simply followed a strange and new desire to know. Steely eyes fixed on her like a hawk’s, and Anri thought she could see a glint of encouragement in their amber depth. She let fingers roam beneath the armor as she unfastened belts and untied cords, the hunter’s body open and accepting like a sheathed weapon. Hands glided over well-built, scarred arms, slowly dragged the gambeson off broad shoulders. The other woman had turned to face her, towering as Anri worked at the strings of her tunic. Her cheeks flushed rosy as she realized what she was doing; she tried to retreat, head held down apologetically, but Alizebeth stopped her, rough hands wrapping over hers. “It’s okay,” she had said simply. Anri looked up to her with worried eyes. “N-No, I just…” she muttered as she stepped away. The hunter took one long stride towards her, touched her pauldroned shoulder. “My turn.”

Anri is as bewitched. Laying on her back in the deep shadows where they had made camp, she is motionless with awe as Alizebeth straddles her. The hunter reaches behind her broad back and pulls her tunic over her head in a swift motion. In the dancing shade of their fire she’s a statue, chipped by time, gashed by neglect. Anri’s eyes fall on the deep scar that gouges her left breast to the collarbone, run down its riverlike length to a wide ribcage, the subtle dips of her chiseled abdomen. How strong she looks, how unstoppable, like a mountain, or the sea. “Are you sure?” the hunter asks, voice little more than a growl. “ No one will be there to stop me. I won’t let you go. Not even if you beg, not even if you plead.”  In the low light her eyes glow yellow, fixed on Anri like a predator’s.

The hunter’s warning rings clear in her mind like a prayer. She can live with that, she thinks. She has to know it, the taste, the feeling of her. What would it be like, to be loved by a woman not like a flower but like the soil, not like the rain but like thunder? Her answer comes in a curtain of black hair caressing the bared skin of her shoulders as the hunter softly bites her neck, a wide hand pressing at the dip where her thigh begins. “Anri,” Alizebeth says, “I’ll be good. But you have to want this.” Biting at her lip, more sure of wants than she is of words, Anri’s fingers comb her dark hair away, settle at the nape of her neck, pulling the hunter into a kiss. It’s a rough and hard thing, not like that of her gentle fire-lover, not in softness and love but in teeth. Fangs nip at the spot where she had bitten herself red, and Anri’s brow furrows with the ache. Long fingers drag along the skin of her thighs beneath her tunic and find the delicate hem of her undergarments, pull them down without ceremony. 

Every tender spot of her will be found, of that she is certain, every little weakness examined and pressed and kissed. But Alizebeth isn’t the type to save the best for last. She leaves Anri’s embrace to hike up her tunic further, baring a soft belly as pale as lilies and just as soft. The knight’s legs tense up in Alizebeth’s hands, her expression firm as she parts them to nip at the delicate skin inside, leaving a trail of rosy blooms. Her strong arms wrap around Anri’s waist as she pulls her closer, inhaling the sweetly acidic scent of her arousal. The knight’s cheeks flush a deep red and she closes her eyes tightly when she feels the tip of a nose through the hair, the warmth of the other woman’s breath. “Alizebeth, I-” She should have known - one who looks like a wolf loves like a wolf. Deliberately and with surprising skill the hunter begins the work of teasing whines and shivers out of her, tongue prodding at her lips, Anri’s hips held firm and still in her arms. With every lap at her sex Anri feels the heat in her stomach grow, rise to wrap around her heart, it’s beat quickening. She bites her own wrist to muffle the lewd sounds being driven out of her, a spirit of hunger exorcised in the wet heat of Alizebeth’s mouth. 

The hunter’s zeal at the debauched task is commendable. There is a tender determination, an earnest wish to please that seems so at odds with her cold demeanor; for even now, glistening lips open and panting, her face is closed, focused. All that matters is slaking Anri’s lustful thirst. The knight mewls when two long fingers part her lips and settle slow and deep inside her, curl and grasp in search of that delicate spot that sends her spine twisting like a serpent in Alizebeth’s strong arms. The hunter looms over her now, breath hot and sweet with the taste of her, palm rubbing against her as her fingers work the knight feverish.  “O-Oh, please, gods above, I’m-” she arches into the touch, all traces of propriety now gone and in their place the fervor of rut. Blood pounds furiously in Anri’s head as sharp teeth close on the soft skin of her stomach.

Pressure mounts, hot walls of tender flesh close around the hunter’s fingers and Anri’s hand wraps around hers as she climaxes. “Liz, please, I can’t- I can’t hold any longer,” Anri whines, hips bucking into the other woman’s wide hand, voice pitched high and raw with need. But her pleas fall on deaf ears. “Not yet,” Alizebeth replies, monotone eerie in the echo of Anri’s lust-filled voice. “Forgetful girl. I told you it would be useless.”

[echelonlab-blog]

Interview with Hazeleyedleto

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Your name: Monique

Link to your Masterlist: https://echelonfiction.tumblr.com/mystores What was your first experience with 30 Seconds to Mars? The Kill, when I was an 18-year-old, how amazing was your first time seeing the Kill? Your Favorite Mars song? Attack Has anything ever happened to you solely because of being a 30STM fan? I met my best friend <3 What is your favorite thing about the fandom? Your least favorite? Fav: no matter what I know there is always going to be a place where I fit in, I’ve never had that before Least: The bitches who think they're better than other bitches, and the daddy kink Is there any advice you would give to someone who is new to the fandom? We’re obsessive, protective but not all that bad, the bad eggs are few and far between but they are loud, try to ignore them How long have you been writing? 18 years. Why did you start writing? (Either in general or for Mars specifically) When I was 12, I had so much stationary that I didn’t know what to do with so I started one story. . . then another then another. Still, have too much stationary but am a writer so its okay Do you write for other fandoms? If so, which ones? Depends, I Like writing the Linkin Park guys and Bucky Barnes, but whatever inspires me really Do you share everything you write? If not, is there a reason why? Hmm, no. I only really share mars stuff, my non- fanfic stuff will be turned in to novels and my non-mars related stuff I don’t really have a platform to do so on. Have you written things that aren't fanfic? If so, could you tell us about those works? Many, my writing is 50/50 fanfic vs Fiction. My latest novel that I finished a couple of weeks ago ended about 85k words is about angels and demons and a prophecy that will either unite or destroy them all Of all your works, which is your favorite and why? Iridescent – (mentioned in above question) because it’s the novel that took over my whole life and kept me hostage until I wrote it from beginning to end rendering me with Stockholm syndrome to the point that I still miss them Stand Tall, They’ll Break Your Heart – first novel I ever finished. and Bright Lights – I’ve never had such a positive response from anything I’ve ever written and get yelled at because I don’t update often enough Is there one that was particularly difficult to write? Why? They’re all difficult to write. I write very emotionally driven novels, they can be draining as I take on the characters at such a personal level that I live what they tell me in a way, I’m crazy, ignore me. What is the ideal writing environment for you? At your desk? Quiet? Music? Anywhere anytime, I usually write sitting on my bed, but can literally write anywhere in any environment. Prefer loud music and a comfy place for my butt What type of fanfic are you most comfortable writing (drama, fluff, angst, drabbles, series, etc.) Mushy series filled with drama What is your favorite fanfic trope? I don’t know what that is but I THINK my answer is dramatic chicks being involved with music or rock bands Is there any trope or subject that you won't write? Daddy kink? Are there any special tools that you use when creating or writing your story? My fingers!? My stories are often inspired by songs or video clips or something like that J Do you write your story in order or do you jump around and then string it together at the end? Sometimes, especially with fanfictions. Like with Bright Lights (my biggest Mars fanfic) I have four future versions, but the reason I do that is to better understand them in the ‘bright lights’ version. Do you outline, or do a great deal of prep work or do you 'fly by the seat of your pants'? Up until my novels Attack and Iridescent I ALWAYS prided myself about being a pantser, but I really enjoyed being a planner for those two novels. How do you usually get your inspiration? Music and Video clips, sometimes dreams and other places. Do you have ideas on the drawing board or in progress currently that you haven't shared yet? Yeah, Beautiful Disaster, my bff would kill me if I wrote it though, but I have another one in the holster I am thinking about starting April 1st If you have an unpublished work in progress, please pick two to three sentences and share them without context. “Armani,” Stephanie smiled, “I trust you are well?” Mike looked between the two Angels as the embraced in a slight hug and a kiss in the cheek. Stephanie stepping back between him and Chester. “Of course,” Armani smiled. “I’m betting this isn’t a social call?” the other angel asked. “No, Armani, this is Chester and Mike,” she said pointing to the demon who owned the names. “I’ve come to make a request,” Stephanie said looking to Armani from under her eyebrows, trying to gauge her reaction. Her face was poised, it always was, but the mood in the room changed, it was now tension filled. Armani was no fool, she knew this angel was standing before her with two demons. “You will need to-” “I am a direct crown descendant ” Stephanie said. “You are also standing her with two demons,” “And you are breaking the rules,” “yeah but” “If I was willing I could turn you into ash, right now,” Stephanie pointed out. “and I would be in the right,” she told. Armani held her gaze. “now, are you going to follow the rules and grant me my appearance for request, or am I going to have to take care of things another way?” Stephanie’s lips curl upward Armani’s lip curled downward as she turned slightly. Do you like requests? Would you like more or less of them? I haven’t had any, but would be happy to take them. Is there an upcoming project from you that you are excited about? Why, and what can you share about it? I can’t wait to edit and Publish Iridescent The best piece of writing advice you've ever received? Can never pick just one Put your butt in a chair and your hands on the keyboard and something will happiness. Writer's block is just an excuse, write anything even the crap, it can always be changed later And, Aim to write every day, even just for 15mins per day, get in that habit and you will find you self-finding 5 mins or 10 mins slots more often then you realise The worst piece of writing advice you've ever received? I don’t know. Wasn’t important, was it? What piece of advice would you give to someone just starting to write fanfic? Give it ago, see how if feels, you don’t have to share it, just try. Three (stories, series, scenes, etc) written by others that you really like or that inspire you? Closer – partcually Tomo in this story, even though the whole story is fucking amazing and Black Fuel and Bikes @fyeahproudglambert Provihitofics had a story about camping, it was great she doesn’t fic no more tho

Are any of your characters closer to being “you” than others? Any reason in particular? Hmmmmm, yes I guess. The characters are all like different parts of me, Phoebe is an angry psycho which is a part I never get to express often, but there are parts of her that are not like me. Same with Helena being independent to some extent.

One thing about me is I like to find things I have in common with people, if I look hard enough, it could become obsessive.

Are any of your characters based on someone you know? Hmm a lot of my male characters look like rock stars if that counts. Are any of your plots based on something that happened to you? No, but one day Favorite font for writing? Don’t have one Do you have a 'day job'? If so, what? I am a student studying Bachelor of Social Science (psychology) with hopes to get good enough scores to get into Psychology. I am Also an Author and a qualified Mental health peer worker. Do you consider yourself a reader outside of fanfic? Yup, Your favorite book? Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson Your favorite things to do when you're not writing? What does ‘not writing’ mean? .  . . nah I like to watch Safari live, see my niece and nephew, explore the wild and hate on frogs The strangest thing you've ever eaten? My brothers used to make me eat grass stalks, oh oh CAVIAR I got told it wasn’t Caviar, it was freaking caviar Looks at @Fyeahproudglambert Two truths and a lie? I hate frogs, I’ve never met my best friend, I love the feel of fallen out hair Five albums you'd want if stranded on a desert island? Cant I just take my Spotify? I actually don’t think I can answer this? I don’t just listen to albums all the way through, . .  . This is war (plus attack and the kill) LLFD Breakaway kelly Clarkson Hybrid theory A thousand suns Something surprising about you? I have a really good memory And I usually come off as pretentious and up myself, because I am highly critical of things and probably way too opinionated, but I am actually a really nice, loyal and caring person who just wants to do good and help as many people as I can Favorite food to enjoy while watching Netflix? Anything, maybe a packet of sea salt chippies. Favorite way to spend a Saturday night? Writing Blankets Tucked or Untucked? Right side untucked, left side tucked Do you have any pets? Would you like to tell us about them? Dog, Ella - She shares my birthday, Sasha – not my dog, my brother's dog but I grew up with her and am temporarily looking after her, Cats: Ollie, Angel, Sully. I got Ollie first (After my cat Joel died) and then my brother got Angel (she was being mistreated somewhere else) Ollie and Angel bonded n such a human love type way, and we decided they could not be separated, so I got Angel too, guess what though, 9 month old cats can have babies, Angel had three Kittens, Lucky, Sully and Heat, my brother kept heat, I kept sully and Lucky went to a loving home J Musicals, yes or no? If yes, what movie/show would you like to see made into a musical? No, thank you Tell us a joke. Mars fans who hate and bitch on everything the band does Are there any particular battles or struggles in your life you'd like to tell us about? Hmm, I mean I am an open book with the things I have been through, and am happy to talk about them at any time, there are many things from abuse, abandonment, isolation, major depression, self-harm, suicidal ideology, my brother was recently in a coma ,my mother’s cancer journey, my heart issues, social phobia, PTSD, horderism and crippling self-doubt and anxiety, to tell the short story. While some things still plague me, I find all of it also drives me to make my life better, and t do the best I can every day. Life struggles are hard, but they also enrich me to not only help people in my ‘day job’ but to help me write richer stories. Anything you'd like to add? You guys are doing a great job. When I started Echelon fiction, this is kinda what I wanted it to be but I never had the drive to pull it off, I love how innovative you guys are being and changing things up getting your followers involved, its really cool! Good job, keep going