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unmerrymagdalene · 7 months ago

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Ok here’s a wip of a Sydney focused chapter for my DOL fanfic it’s technically out of context/spoilery but I’ll definitely change this when I post the final version down the line I just needed to get my Sydney Horny thoughts out I can’t look at this anymore ok byyyyyyye

You’re hunched over in your small, wooden desk. With scattered papers and a textbook grounding it all, it looks especially messy. Highlighters, pens, and pencils lay beside you. Essential tools for your note taking.

You turn to look at the clock on your nightstand. 11:27pm.

Your body turns back, focusing on the notes. A tired sigh comes out, as you brush the hair out your face. For once, it’s out of your usual ponytail. It cascades down and tickles your shoulders.

You didn’t mean to get behind in History (“behind” meaning “not ahead,” of course). If your study date with Lene went as planned, you’d be in bed already. Or you’d still stay up to get more work done.

But it didn’t. You were too distracted, too busy leering at her lips to-

You grasp your pen tighter, writing along.

After the incident in the library today, you knew you were done for. How were you supposed to guess she’d turn, right as you were aiming for her cheek?

It was only for a second.

A second of your lips on hers. Of softness and warmth you’ve never experienced before. A sudden spark, a burning arousal within you.

Your first kiss.

You knew what that feeling was. You knew it was dangerous.

So you pulled away.

You thought if you starved the feeling, it would die out. It’s what you always did, and it normally worked before…

But you couldn’t stop looking at her. Stealing glances of her lips, so soft and full. You thought it wasn’t too obvious, until she called you out.

“You keep staring at me…is this about what happened earlier…?”

You’d been sitting with her on your bed, and awfully close too. You stuttered and denied, looking away and praying she wouldn’t press further. But…

“If you want to kiss me…you can. I’d…really like that…”

Your grip tightens again, your breath growing heavy.

You should’ve said no.

Kisses on the cheek, or chaste kisses on the lips were fine. They were quick, barely letting anything deepen. Even hand holding was prefered. These were all pure.

But anything further was trouble. Kissing led to many things. All equally sinful in nature. You needed to say no-

“Do you…want to kiss me…?”

You remember the warmth in your face. Flushed and heavy. It traveled down your stomach, into your thighs-

“I-I…I do. Please-”

You were shocked at how slowly she climbed onto you. The way your bed creaked at her movement. Your heart thumping out your chest the moment she cupped your face.

“Just…tell me if you want to stop…ok…?”

Your eyes drifted from her lips to her own eyes. Deep swirls of brown, focused on you. Only you.

Your head bobbed listlessly. Achingly slow, her thumb grazed below your bottom lip.

You felt the warmth of her face, her lips, the moment she crashed into you. You widened your eyes, stiffening a gasp against her mouth.

But as that feeling sunk its claws in, your eyes drooped heavily. A hunger grew deep within you, stirring steadily. You started to move your arms, moving closer to her-

Almost too quickly, Lene pulled back. You stared at her, your face redder than before. “W-why did you-”

“Um…” She observed you quietly, hovering inches above your face. Her eyes faintly squinted. Like most of her expressions, it could’ve been easily missed if someone wasn’t looking close enough.

“I’m gonna…kiss you deeper…ok? I just didn’t want to catch you off guard…”

“Oh… ” You nodded, abit more encouragingly than before. You didn’t want her to stop. You needed more.

More of her lips pressed onto yours. Holding your bodies closer, intertwined and-

Your mind stopped again once Lene returned. You hummed appreciatively on her lips, until you felt something.

Lene’s lips widening slightly as her tongue slipped in, achingly slow as her thumb on your lip. For a second, you held your breath at the intrusion.

That feeling clung harder, pulling you deeper. It wrapped around your whole being, warming your skin. You couldn’t break out of it, even if you wanted to.

An overwhelming feeling of pleasure sunk in, as Lene’s tongue moved against yours. It was still slow, teasing every bit of it along the way.

Your breath deepened. A small moan broke out your lips, giving more life to the crackling fire within you.

Burning arousal overcame your body, soon settling on your crotch. You finally shut your eyes, letting it all sink in-

Suddenly, Lene’s lips lifted off yours again. Your heart thumped faster, lidded eyes gazing back at her.

She started to speak, murmuring softly. “Are…do you want me to-”

Fuck.

That burning, lustful feeling erupted inside. It poured out of you, gripping your hands onto Lene's shoulders.

You slammed her back into you. Her teeth caught on your bottom lip, digging in. You shuddered as a trembling moan burst out of you. So desperate and needy.

Lene finally took the hint, realigning her mouth on yours. You soon slip your tongue against hers, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink deeper.

Looking back, you’re shocked at how quickly you lost yourself. How your mind divulged into uncontrollable, shameful desire-

But then you remember Lene’s boobs pressing on you. The way her lips traveled down your neck, teeth biting and sucking in deep long strokes.

Her hands unbuttoning your dress shirt, peppering kisses and bites along the way. Those same hands moving further down, brushing and rubbing your d-

The pen slips from your hands, clattering on your desk.

Your eyes immediately pop open. You look down at your notebook. Progressively, the words trailed off and slid down the page, before eventually becoming scribbles.

You feel the warmth radiating off your face, as your hand covers your mouth. You notice how close your thighs press in together, a dreadfully familiar throbbing saddled between your crotch.

You only glance down for a moment, before flinching in despair.

Both your hands cover your face, head pointing down to your desk. What was going on?

These feelings, this desire, used to be so easy to control. You’d barely think about it, content on burying it and moving on with your day.

Now? It was practically insatiable. Every thought lingered, helplessly clinging to your mind. No matter what, they’d creep back.

You take in a few deep breaths.

But you were stronger than this. You could fix this, if you set your mind to it.

And you didn’t want to think of Lene in this way. You were dating. You loved her.

She deserves better than…

You sigh, grabbing your pen again. Your other hand holds your chin, supporting your head. You return to your note taking, determined to finish.

You start off strong, getting a chapter or two in. You ignore your eyes slowly growing heavy, trying to fight back sleep. You blink a few times and hope it’s enough to wake you.

Instead, you’re met with darkness.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol fanfic #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #dol pc #dol pcs #dol oc #lene the faithless #ok I may of covered my face a few times reading this back-#time to leave for a mintue-#merry speaks

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months ago

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Elves: Clans and Houses

Aka: surnames and the extended family

Link: Disclaimer regarding D&D "canon" & Index [tldr: D&D lore is a giant conflicting mess. Larian's lore is also a conflicting mess. There's a lot of lore; I don't know everything. You learn to take what you want and leave the rest. etc]

Physiology and quirks | Names & Clans and Houses || Pan-Cultural things: Social life | Time and 'Growing Up an Elf' | Homes | Language | Art | Entertainment | Technology || Elven 'Subraces' still a wip || Philosophy and Religion & Pantheons || Half-elves | [WIP]

Todays mantra: I will finish the elf stuff. I will finish the elf stuff. I will fin-

Technically a part 2 to elven naming: surnames. On the off chance anybody has elven pcs that need a House or Clan for, here's some selections(?)

• Houses and Clans and how they work I've done some of this information before, but I'm reorganising.

• Elven Surnames

• Houses by subrace Some examples of elven families. Pick your poison.

• A list of elven words in case names like 'Bluetree' don't do it for you and you want to construct an elven sounding name or something. I don't guarantee any good picks, but hey.

'...As I would, so shall the clan; As the clan would, so shall I...' - A portion of the Code of the People

'In some respects you can almost think of an elven House as a small, extremely long-lived organisation with blood-ties.' - Eric Boyd

Aside from their immediate relatives like their parents, siblings and grandparents (their Blesséd), an elf is part of a larger extended family whose surname they bear, their Clan, led by their family elders. More than just being a collection of people linked by generics, Clans have businesses and political concerns that the family usually works on as an organisation. They are not bound by geographic location, but make up the fabric of elven societies and such affiliations are a major part of life.

A Clan that wields enough political power is a noble House - this power being measured by magical might and the artefacts the family possesses; the favour of the gods; how old the House is; the skill of their warriors, bards and artisans; the great deeds and high reputation of individual members; how insanely beautiful and weird your fancy avantgarde mansion is; the wealth mercantile might and political connections they've cultivated, etc. It's a nebulous rank generally gained by peer recognition (other powerful houses, or the local ruler). Rulers like Coronals and Iyilitars can grant House status, but cannot revoke it; a House is gone only when its last living blood relative is gone.

Clan and House are technically interchangeable for the most part insofar as I can tell and the distinction is largely a social construct and matter of politics, but apparently translating the elven term into 'Clan' sounds 'too dwarven' so most elves - especially nobles - don't like to hear it used.

Houses tend to aim for growth, starting with the ruling family and growing outwards into a larger web.

Within the House are tiers, and not all elves bearing the surname of a noble House are nobles (in fact, most probably aren't. Just because your House is rich and famous doesn't mean you are):

At the top are the main family, direct descendants of the family founder and the leaders who speak for and determine the laws of the House across the entirety of Toril. The exact structure varies, many have patriarchs or matriarchs, others have councils consisting of the heads of a House's various septs, or they may have joint rulers (House Nightstar, for example, is led by twin sisters). Often triumvirates and pairs are regencies standing in for a designated heir that has not 'come of age' (ie,' younger than 90 so we don't trust them to make political decisions in a society where people can live for 1000+ years and long reaching consequences need serious consideration.') Twins and triplets probably rule jointly due to being born with the Rapport. Choosing leader/s varies from family to family, both in terms of who is eligible (gender, age, 'blood purity,' and etc may be factors) and how they're chosen. Democratic election, letting a sentient sword that kills the unworthy chose, blood inheritance and all sorts of other methods are employed. Some Clans and Houses - namely moon elven ones - ultimately can't be bothered with sorting it out, nor do they have any interest in being governed, and simply don't bother with having centralised authorities and leaders.

Within individual Realms you also get the local family leaders answering to the House or Clan's main family, who are pretty much the same deal within that area.

Then there are lesser nobles with blood ties to that family, who have the prestige but not the same levels of political power (though they might aspire to it).

Regardless of lesser or greater status, a noble holds no title or power without the ok of their family heads and not until they're at least 90 years old and have finished their 60 years of education. Dark elves might lower the age due to low life expectancies, but they also refuse to let young noble-born wield any power until they've gone through a few decades of mandatory education: No political power in elf-land until you graduate.

The bottom tier and the largest chunk of house membership is the commoners who serve that family in the form of household staff and merchants and etc (May or may not be blood related, and may not even be elves - a human cook who serves, say, the Alenuath family is a member of House Alenuath, and the lowest rung of drow merchant clans is usually made up of N'Quess employees). In most dark elven cultures commoners may not use the House name as their surname, and this may apply to some surface elven dynasties.

Similarly there are different tiers of status for Houses, with some being of greater prestige than others. House standing fluctuates both over time and by geography, a House may hold a place amongst the ruling council of one realm but be nothing more than wealthy landed merchants in another and be demoted to Clan status there. In Lolthite society the ruling family that loses House status is annihilated as punishment for losing Lolth's favour and its commoners and lesser nobles assimilated by another house; in surface elven societies total annihilation of the family is not practiced, though a fair few nobles would still sooner see their line extinct than lose their status and be 'reduced' to 'merely' wealthy.

Each House is a society and culture unto itself; they are not bound to specific realms, often existing in many places. Houses have their own laws and traditions members follow, as well as any laws of the realm they inhabit. Each House generally has its own identifiers, namely house colours (of which there will be at least two) and the house insignia (a coat of arms, basically). A few rare Houses don't have colours, because the family leadership didn't enforce them, while others take it very seriously and have one set of colours for the main family, another set of colours for lesser nobles, and another set for the commoners.

House colours are supposed to be subdued. Moon elves, who prize bright colours and give you more respect the more daring you go, don't necessarily give a damn about that, though there are certainly some brighter colours on other families as well.

House and Clan identity and loyalty can often supersede that to Realm and even the People at large. Your House prestige and inter-House politics is important, as it determines what doors are open (or closed). If an inn is owned by a member of a rival House (or is from a Clan or House that's an ally of a rival) then don't good expect service there, if the House is an ally of your House you can probably expect good or even above average treatment (at least if you're an important member of an allied House/Clan or if the owner wants to suck up to your bosses). The higher a House's standing the more allies it has, and the more weight it has to throw around and the more lesser Houses have to tread carefully and pick their allegiances wisely.

On the flipside your reputation and that of your Clanmates/Housemates is also vital - being a good elf, skilled in your profession and doing good work for the People earns you prestige that also goes to your Clan. Scandals and failures and fuck ups like failed trade deals, or dropping out of school get the whole community gossiping and damage the Clan. Different elven cultures value different things, but the higher the status of individual and family the more the individual-community symbiosis applies. A noble is judged much more harshly than a commoner, who normally has significantly less to worry about politically.

An elf who is behaving in a manner that will reflect badly on their Clan/House or who doesn't want their actions getting back to their family for whatever reason will not be wearing their colours or crest and will not be giving their House name. If required to give a surname they'll make one up, usually a portmanteau in Common as described later on in this post.

There's also a distinction between Greater and Lesser Houses; the former having Septs, where one of the nobles has branched off to form their own sub-House. This may be done by one noble striking out and developing their own family (often seen in drow, when a daughter who can't or won't supplant her mother as Ilharess will instead take her spouse and children and set up shop elsewhere) or by nobles marrying members of commoner clans and taking their spouse's Clan name, elevating that Clan to House status as a Sept of the House (this is the decision of House leadership, not of the elves getting married). So a member of House Olrynn marries somebody from the hypothetical wealthy merchant Clan Nauthspir, and then House Nauthspir becomes a sept of House Olrynn.

Houses are generally classified by subrace, as determined by the clan founder and the main family. For example House Duirsar is moon elven and House Durothil is sun elven. Whether the House allows membership of other subraces and N'Quess is decided by the heads. It's unusual for a House to flat out ban membership of other elves, and the majority of Houses have other subraces amongst their lesser nobility and commoners, but many (sun elven) Houses won't allow such relatives the status of main family or leadership. Others think this is racist idiocy that's poisoning the Tel'Quessir from inside and ignore it.

In the majority of moon elven (and presumably wood elven) Houses any blood relative of the family is legitimate and may receive at least lesser noble status if born to a noble parent, including half-elves and potentially, but much less likely, human grandchildren. In more conservative (mainly sun elven) Houses only 'trueblood' or 'pureblood' elves can inherit, as half-elves are considered bastards and their elven parent and any future elven grandchildren that might result from that half-elf are exiled. Obviously there are conservative moon elves like the Starym and liberal gold elven houses like Llundlar, but by rule of thumb...

Surnames

Elven surnames and pseudonyms usually combine a portmanteau of two things, related to something elven culture values: natural phenomena is the most common, but weapons, arts, magic and crafts can crop up. Elves living in human lands often translate their surnames to common to save non-elves the hassle of stumbling over pronunciation and spelling.

It's also the system you'd have to use to make names for non-noble families, because there's never anything much useful for commoners.

Combinations include [colour]+[noun], 'Blackrose' or 'Bluewater' being given examples.

Weapons, magic, art and crafts are alternatives to nature-themes. ('Blackhelm')

Other combinations include things like [noun]+[verb], still pertaining to natural phenomena. ('Windwalker').

And [noun]+[noun] ('Wrathtree')

Example names from various sources: Sunstar ('Arruar'), Ashgrove, Nightmeadow, Starscatter, Eveningfall, Moondown, Blackrose ('Narlauthspir'), Blackhelm, Bluewater, Windwalker, Wrathtree

To use the name 'Blackrose' as an example that was explained, in its original elvish use it's 'Narlalauthspir,' (Narl (black) + Alauthspir (thorn-flower/rose)) which often gets shortened to variants like 'Narlauthspir' Nalauthspir' 'Nauthspir' 'Nothspir' etc.

I'll put a list of various elven words at the end of the post if you want to mess around building an elfy sounding elf name.

Houses

Split into subrace, with their insignia and colours listed if available.

Unknown Houses: Olrynn, Nyntynel, Telest, Vorondor, Korianthil

Unknown Families: Colbathin, Talandren, Amalith, Braegen, Calaudra, Laelithar, Tarnruth, Maraphiir, Sarynnryllar

Moon elf:

Moon elves range from ultra-conservative (which often indicates sun elves in the family tree) through to the more laissez-faire. They tend more towards the latter.

Moon elven houses are significantly more likely to have non-elven and partially non-elven members, and are likely to frown upon those who refuse to acknowledge such relations. They're also more eclectic in their structure, where a sun elven house has a patriarch (sometimes a matriarch) a moon elf family might have that structure, or might have several leaders or be too disorganised to bother appointing anybody to herd the cats that make up the organisation.

Duirsar [Unknown] The founding family of the realm of Evereska, last bastion of elvendom on Faerûn. Originally a merchant clan from Orishaar back in -11,700 DR when the kingdom was destroyed by dark elven armies. The Duirsar received shelter from the sun elven empire of Aryvandaar and then started getting nervous as time passed and said empire turned out to be pretty evil, so they started shopping around for a way to build a homeland where elves could escape the Crown Wars without heading for Evermeet. A ranger of the clan found an area in the (not yet named that) Western Heartlands where a clutch of silver dragon eggs was being predated on by a red dragon; he died saving them, and was resurrected by silver dragons in thanks. One pact later, a new home started getting built. Following a few more centuries of service for the People's wellbeing Clan Duirsar got promoted to House Duirsar, making them the most powerful family in Evereska ('first amongst equals').

Nightstar Crest: An eight-pointed silver star on a blue field Colours: Navy-blue, violet and silver House Nightstar - possibly House Ahnvaerua, in elven - produces a lot of sailors and warriors, as well as a not insignificant amount of spies wandering around Faerûn aiding elves they encounter and relaying information on current events back to the family heads on Evermeet.

Ahmaquissar [unknown] The House is notorious for its unrepentant criminal activity. They don't go so far as to be considered villains (mostly), but they're definitely 'morally flexible' and produce a large amount of rogues. When not profiting from crimes and causing chaos on mainland Faerûn they can be found engaging in the good old moon elven traditions of drinking, gambling and partying in their villas and mansions.

Le'Quella Crest: Three triangles, one red, one orange, one yellow, on a white background. Colours: Red, orange and yellow House Le'Quella has heavy green elven ancestry, and is known for being rowdy and chaotic with family members often engaging in wild discussions or arguing heatedly over a topic of debate.

Alenuath Crest: The family bow, which the House founder apparently slew a red dragon with (which is inherited by the family head) Colours: Gray and green House Alenuath is considered an excellent family to be employed by, because they're basically never home: the family has a tradition of being hunters and rangers and they're usually scattered around wandering the world, leaving the servants to have the run of the family mansions.

Eroth [unknown] Once a legacy of rangers, rogues, scouts and guides, nobles of house Eroth mostly serve as scouts for Evermeet's army nowadays. The House is devout in worship of Angharradh, Corellon and Rillifane and they're typical memebers of silver elf culture; they speak their mind and value their independence. They served Queen Amlaruil during her reign out of affection, but don't actually see any need for an overarching hierarchy and only obeyed her orders because they wanted to.

Silverspear Crest: The family moonblade, Thoerl. Colours: Silver and green An ancient noble house, whose age and prestigious deeds means they receive a great deal of respect from elvedom. They take their reputation and duty very seriously in response, and are considerably calmer and better behaved than is typical for their people.

Starym Crest: Two falling dragons respectant Colours: Silver and maroon A house that's gold and silver elven in equal measure, once considered 'pinnacle of all that is noble and fine among the elves' before they went downhill, though due to several fallings out over the house's 'ultraconservative' stances and Cormanthyr's liberal governance many elves packed up and left leaving only the moderates (mostly golds). Eventually, around 523 DR, the ruling family was moon elven and all gold elves were lesser nobles. The sun elven family heir was off on a quest and left a power vacuum that a moon elven branch moved in to fill. Said moon elven branch eventually founded the genocidal elven supremacy hate group known as the Eldreth Veluuthra, hell bent on exterminating humanity. There's also a not inconsiderable amount of kinslaying as a method of inheritance in there.

Alaenree, Coudoarluth, Presrae, and Straeth Evereska's biggest merchant Houses.

Other Houses: Nihmedu, another Evereskan noble family Ryence, Ammath (four alternating crescent moons of black and white: black and silver), Aunglor (griffin: chesnut-brown, charcoal, kelly-green) Faerondarl (unicorn: midnight-blue, black, and purple) Hawksong (a white falcon: brown and white), Iliathor (four doves around a black circle with gold edge: gold-yellow, gold, forge-fire-red, preferably in stripes or tartan or whatever will give proper society a migraine) Maerdrym (four grey roses entwined around three black staves: black, charcoal-gray, white, and olive green.) Narlbeth (griffon: cranberry-red, burgundy, duskwood-brown) Ongluth (black stag with silver antlers: black, midnight-blue, silver, and white) Omberdawn (red firebird over a rising sun: amber, ember-red-orange, blood-red, and sushine-yellow) Ildacer (six green wands set around a sun: olive-green, emerald-green, and lime-green)

Other Families: Sarsantyr, Mrhulaedir, Bhephel

Dark elves:

Drow Houses take their politics and allegiances Very Seriously.

A drow noble can be spotted by their distinctive haircut/hairstyles and the black piwafwi cloaks they wear which will have the house colours stitched into it. Unfortunately I can't find any house colours atm other than the fact that Do'Urden's colours were purple and red. Each noble wears a pouch hanging from their neck, containing the house insignia, which will have various magic effects (commoners have the same neck-pouches containing non-magical tokens bearing the insignia to show who they serve and are protected by).

A family name should not begin with L, as it's believed to invite Lolth's wrath.

A drow not protected by either a noble House or a merchant Clan is an exile called a dobluth and is usually extremely screwed.

Commoner Clan names: Shadalun, Belek'Tyr, Klendara, Drael Tuabbar, del'Hluanter, Darnruel, Do'Ilisharr, Quel'tlarn, del'Ygana, Xiltyn, Ghaun, Luen, Illistyn, Jusztiirn, Dalael, Hune, Vrinn, Abaeir, Pharm, Quavein, Blaerabban, Blundyth, Argith, Omriwin, T'sarran, Veladorn, Dhuunyl, Mlezzir, Naerth, Olonrae, Zaphresz, Xarann, Wyndyl, Tlintarn, Seerear, Yogh'il'rymmin

Noble Houses of Menzoberranzan:

Baenre The Ruling House, and the largest one; the House has stood since the founding of the city and its matriarchs have held Lolth's favour for aeons. Through 'alliances, agreements, blackmail, loans, and financial guarantees [the House] controls life in the city.' Rules that apply to other houses don't apply to Baenre because they make them.

Faen Tlabbar Famous for its tendency to invent new spells; its statuesque and stunning women who enjoy seeking out the company of visiting men; and for its most bizarre in-house tradition: free speech. All members of the House may speak their mind to each other, regardless of gender or rank.

Xorlarrin A reclusive family whose members always go masked or veiled; known for its magical prowess and producing many high ranking and powerful wizards.

Agrach Dyrr An old and exceptionally prideful house, dominated by a handful of male wizards answering to the lich Dyrr. Agrach Dyrr and Xorlarrin have a bitter rivalry over who makes the better mages.

Tuin'Tarl A relatively young house that clawed their way up from commoner stock by making their wealth off of tactical trade connections with many outside drow communities.

Shobalar An almost exclusively female house, whose wizards are also women. Members of the house don't socialise often and prefer not to be out in public, and the house is subject to the rumour mill. It's popularly believed that there are all sorts of strange experiments involving spiders and necromancy and spider-necromancy-mech suits going on. These rumours are totally unfounded, but when they are seen in public members of House Shobalar always seem to be riding giant spiders. They're also known for abandoning allies the moment they get into trouble.

Duskryn Specialising in military might and quality of arms, also known for its (extremely cruel) pranks and 'legendary' drinking competitions.

Vandree Vandree is known for its abuse of the staff and the family infighting (the family delights in over the top complex feuding) as well as being greatly invested in surfacer affairs. The House compound is littered with furniture, plants, knick-knacks and even kidnapped people and animals brought down to amuse them.

Mizzrym Backstabbers' backstabbers - Mizzrym excel in intrigue and spinning webs of manipulation, alliances and betrayals.

Oblodra Possibly currently fallen; House Oblodra is the Florida Man of Menzo. Members of this house often have psionic abilities, and rumour has it that they get those because they have mind-flayers in the family tree and regularly head off to illithid colonies to train with them and breed with them. They're religious fanatics, prone to beserk rages, completely blinded by vengeance when slighted, and constantly dabbling in mad science.

Other noble Houses in Menzo include: Alevai, Arbani, Arkhenneld, Auvyndar, Barrison del'armgo, Claddath, Despana, Eilserus, Freth, Helviiryn, Hlaund, Hun'ett, Kenafin, Kilsek, Maerret, Melarn, Noquar, Ousstly, Rilyn'tar, Tomtor, Azuviir, Fey'Brandhe

Sylvan Elves

A category covering both green and wood/copper elves. By and large the notion of noble Houses has fallen out of use, and both cultures usually think the notion is far more trouble than its worth.

Green elves in the forest of Tethyr appear to maintain clan identities within a larger tribal umbrella (one tribe containing multiple clans), but it's also entirely possible for one large enough clan to make up an entire settlement - even outside of the sylvan elves, individual villages may have all residents belonging to a single clan/house.

Exceptions have been made for the oldest green elven houses who didn't let go of their ancestral identities like everyone else, dating back to before the Wandering (they may in fact qualify as, partially or fully, wood elves), these houses are:

Other Families: Haell, Briarbosk, Nightmeadow

Audark Crest: Stag saltire Colours: Olive green and black House Audark - all members within the empire of Cormanthor at least - was driven night extinct battling against the incursion of the green wyrm known as Venom, though a handful apparently remained. They appear to have had considerable military organisation and prowess.

Moonglamaer Crest: Moonhorse rampant on a blue field Colours: Ash-grey, silver, moon-white, steel-blue At some point in history the elves of House Moonglamaer decided trying to domesticate wyverns sounded like a stellar idea. It's still very hit and miss, but succeeding in becoming a wyvern-rider is something to brag about and merits respect amongst the Sy'Tel'Quess. The Moonglamaers are also known to marry moon elves.

Kevanarial [unknown] House Kevanarial continues to exist in Tethyr, where Duke Allain 'Foxfire' Kevanarial speaks for the green elven clans of the Elmanesse tribe when matters of international politics comes up.

Selorn [unknown] House Selorn is or was extremely xenophobic, potentially a sign of their general house culture, but other than that I don't see much on them. It's possible they're extinct nowadays.

Oakstaff Crest: Seven acorns and ivy growing around an oaken staff set on a green field Colours: Browns and greens of no specific hue. Possibly a translation of Lianathorn, or something, House Oakstaff was heavily involved in the founding of the Harpers.

Shalandalan Details unknown. They're a large merchant House active in Evereska (either the only one, or the biggest).

Sun elf:

Sun elves take hierarchy and house politics religiously, and thus also account for the majority of elven noble houses.

Durothil Crest: Gold dragon head sinister on a white field Colours: Gold, yellow and snow-white The most ancient of sun elven houses at over 26,800 years old, and possibly the oldest elven house on Toril; they descend from the royal family of the city of Tintageer in the feywild, taking their name from Prince Durothil who played a hand in leading the survivors of the city's destruction to Toril and in leading the sun elves in the aftermath. He was also the key player in 'domesticating' dragons and giving rise to the elven tradition of dragonriding. The family can be found in pretty much any elven realm, past and present, where they're usually amongst the highest ranking houses. Their line has crossed with that of the equally ancient moon elven House Moonflower, which went on to become the elven royal family. The nobles of House Durothil are the sun elven nobles, and they never really let anybody forget it.

Llundlar Crest: Two doves with wyvern-like tails linked in a helix, set back to back with wings at their sides Colours: Umber, tan and dusk-red House Llundlar, at least historically, is one of the filthy liberals of sun elven society calling for elven society to be open to outside influences and for friendship between races. They also put their money where their mouth is and have married a lot of N'Quess; you can't throw a rock without hitting somebody with some degree on non-elven heritage, and they insist on treating their half-elven and non-elven House members with the full respect they would afford a 'trueblood' elf, legitimising and raising their mixed children as they would any other child.

Symbaern Crest: A white espruar rune (the elven letter S) on a green field Colours: White and green A very old gold elven House, which in modern times is known for being relatively quiet and prone to seclusion, as well as for producing Evermeet's best warriors.

Ealoeth Crest: Two pegasi volant on a field of sky blue Colours: Sky-blue, violet and rose-pink While their reputation might've changed over the centuries, House Ealoeth used to be suspected of getting their ridiculous levels of wealth from some extremely sketchy shit and were known for being master manipulators of elves and non-elves all alike while they garnered the wealth and social clout to deflect all accusations. No evidence ever linked them to the numerous assassins, suspicious trade deals, mercenary companies causing problems and so forth so on...

Elond, Immeril, and Naelgrath Are Evereska's most prominent merchant families, and thus probably the only sun elves who ever leave the Greycloak hills and go talk to the N'Quess.

Other Houses: Imesfor Nimesin (An armoured elven hand surrounded by golden flames crushing a long sword in its grip: one of the few Houses not to enforce house colours) Ni Tessine (pegasus and griffon: powder-white and sky-blue (ruling family) and dun-brown and gold (lesser nobles)) Goadulphyn (Two pairs of eagles: No house colours because the family couldn't be bothered to enforce it.) Miritar (Four daggers, points down: Black, cherry red and slate grey) Nlossae (five golden butterflies: gold or yellow with one other colour, black, white, green, or blue) Mistrivvin (An elven arm in chain armour holding a coiled whip: Chocolate-brown, mahogany, wheat-gold and 'parchment-yellow') Haevault (Two crossed spears: ochre and grey) Aelorothi (Red swan: Red and blue) Dahast (A lap harp and dagger: Eggshell-white, midnight-blue, and canary-yellow.) Haladar (golden stag: Moss-green, parchment-yellow, and white) Alastarra (Falcon: Sky-blue and ivory) Evanara (A white horse: Blue and white) Echorn (Hawk with closed wings: Orange, amber and 'duskwood-brown') Auglamyr (Tri-headed gold dragon: Gold and crimson (for high nobles), God and blue or purple (for lesser nobles))

Other Families: Arruar ('Sunstar'), Aluianti, Hai Sylvar, Odaeyns

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Elven words for (surface elven) surname creation:

(There are multiple elven languages, and furthermore within a single elven language one word in english can have 10 or more translations that all have slightly different connotations, so there can be multiple words with one translation.)

Random example names I made up, which may or may not be 100% accurate but they're fictional names for fictional characters and there's no official guide to Torilian elvish grammar so w/e: Sunspear = Arshal Everlight = Narivae Brightwood = Ivaeor Duskwing = Imburthimae Wintersun = Loressar Mistwoods = Daenora Swiftstorm = Talarrn

Elven: Alu = Water Shil = Shadow Teu = Moon Ar = Sun Rua, Daoin = Star Ruar, Daoine = Stars Mista, Vandor = Forest Aar = Woodland Or = Wood Ora = Woods Aulauth = flower/blossom Shanta/r = Tree/s Lia = Oak Rathnar = Fire Tlarranen = Garden Daen = Mist Hethtalos, Arrn = Storm Alushtas = Rain Dalsein = Thunder Dun = Hill Gyrah = Bird Gyrlass = Falcon Thimae = Wing Ivae = Light Mor = Darkness/Death Nar = Stone Sige = Snow

Kiir/a = Gem/s Dwaor = diamond/s Raor = ruby Eleglim = Sapphire/s Laqaith = Emerald/s Oum = Moonstone/s Ohulnar = Amber Iriador = Garnet

Theur = Shield Vel = Blade Vael = Blades Kerym = Sword Shal = Spear Shaalth = Axe Ehalaer, Nathorn = Staff

Narl = Black Teu = Silver Ar = Gold Or = Copper Sy = Green

Imbur = Dusk, shadowed Loress = Winter Ahnvae = Night Dur = Twilight

Nar = Eternal, 'Ever-' Theur = Unyielding, unbreakable Ivae = Bright Tal = Swift Ado = Peaceful Taera = steadfast, sure of purpose Aegan = Strong

Vae = Joy Adon, Cinna, Laev = Peace Aegan = Strength, Physical strength Arael = Heart Ever = Home Drannor, Evaliir = Song Onal = Speaker

#lore stuff #long post #pointy eared stuff

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heresthestorymorningglory · 5 months ago

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Together Bound In Madness - Part 5

Summary: Sometimes ignorance is bliss...

A/N: This particular piece of work wasn’t meant to see the light of day and live its life in my WIP folder…it was supposed to….

Then I mentioned to @ken-dom that I might share and well…here we are…what can I say y'all? She’s mad encouraging and I love her dearly for it. Without her none of these would exist.

As always, this NSFW 18+ and has a few extra warnings attached; a kidnapping trigger warning being the biggest one, and approach this one with some caution....it's consensual so it's not technically rape, but the situation could make some uncomfortable.

The title comes from the Marianas Trench song The Killing Kind

Y'all should know by now I rarely post one shots…..so yeah, this will be multiple parts….I’m just not sure on the final tally yet. You can find previous parts here.

The last time I posted anything was back in August, so I figured I was due....

Enjoy my loves! <3

His cock was straining painfully against the zipper of his jeans. You were sprawled out in front of him in nothing but a pair of pink panties. He could feel you watching him, watching his eyes and his hands. He had kept his gloves on on purpose, but when he saw what you had done to yourself while he’d been gone, when you had flinched at his touch, but not like before, this time was different. He had to feel you, had to really touch you.

With his heart thudding hard in his chest, he reached to hook his fingers around the waistband of your panties; his cock twitching hard as he watched his dragging fingers leave goosebumps on your pelvis in their wake. You weren’t cold, you were flushed, your lips bright red and swollen from having been bitten and chewed on.

He had just wanted to make you comfortable, he hadn’t meant to get blood on your clothes; but then he found himself admiring your nakedness. Wanting to drink in every inch of you. God, you looked fucking beautiful tied to his bed.

He stood at the foot of the bed, as he pulled the underwear off your ankle and his heart skipped a beat as he realized, they were wet; not damp, wet. You were turned on by this, by him.

He studied the patch that was darker than the rest, where they had been resting against your core. He balled the panties in both hands, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white with effort before he closed his eyes and brought them to his nose, inhaling as deeply as his lungs would allow. His nose buried deep in the folds of the fabric, consumed completely by you.

You were better than any drug; intoxicating. You were dangerous.

His head was swimming as his knees nearly collapsed out from under him. A deep guttural moan escaped from the back of his throat before he finally dropped his hands; his jeans with a fresh dark stain on his thigh.

“Kiss me”

His head snapped up, realizing you had seen what he had done; had watched him.

He wasn’t sure he’d heard you correctly

“What?” His voice was soft, almost foreign to his own ears, but he hadn’t missed the crack of uncertainty in his question

You were breathing hard, your voice shaking as you spoke again “Kiss me.”

He didn’t move, just stood at the foot of the bed, processing your words.

“Please”

One simple word. One simple word that you had spoken so quietly had it not been silent he wouldn’t have heard. But you had sounded so desperate, so needy.

He found himself kneeling on the bed, pushing your legs apart with his knee as he moved closer; his dirty clothes leaving streaks of red in their wake. His fingertips trailing lazily up the length of your leg as he moved. Your arms still bound above your head, his fingers curling softly around your forearm, careful to avoid your bloodied wrists.

You moved to crane your neck, desperate to reach his lips, but he pulled back, his hand gripping your arm tightly, the other hand sliding between your thighs; his slender fingers teasing your folds, making you gasp and try to arch into his touch.

His breath was warm against your face, but he was just far enough away that you couldn't reach.

You whimpered helplessly as he coated his fingers. Watching you writhe underneath him, desperate for his touch, almost made him cum a second time, but he couldn't, he wouldn't, not yet.

He had only planned to coat his fingers, when he glanced up and noticed your eyes closed, your face contorted in pleasure, feeling your arm move in his grip as you pulled at the rope, he couldn't help himself. He slowly slid his middle finger inside you, his eyes focused on watching it slowly disappear until you moaned above him, bucking your hips forward, he looked up, your eyes squeezed shut tighter, your lips pressed together hard as you fought to keep yourself quiet.

This only spurred him on, his eyes fixed on you as he added a second finger, curling them both gently as he started to pump them in and out.

You were struggling to keep quiet. His own cock growing hard again, fighting against the confines of his jeans.

He shifted just enough to balance, just long enough to release himself. His cock aching, the tip glistening with precum; a thick bead dripping and landing on your stomach.

He moved his hand to grip your hip as he leaned over you, his fingers pumping with ease.

“Do it,” he whispered, leaning closer, his fingers pushing deeper. “I want to hear you”

Your knees squeezed together, and you arched your back moaning to the ceiling, not able to suppress it any more.

You whined as he pulled his fingers free from being clenched around your walls.

He took his glistening fingers, coating his pulsing length with a soft moan as those same fingers curled around his shaft, pumping slowly.

It wasn't long before he picked up his pace, his bare hand covered in a mixture of your slick and his precum.

His eyes watched as you gripped the ropes around your wrists hard.

You twisted underneath him, desperate for the kiss you had pleaded for and still hadn't gotten. His fingers bruised your hip painfully as he felt your heels dig into the mattress behind him. He looked down at you, with a soft moan, his tongue running between his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You were looking up at him, breathing hard. His cock twitched in his hand, even more precum leaking from the tip.

He closed the gap between you, his lips sealed over yours as he stroked himself faster. Your lips moved against his as he sighed against your mouth. His tongue sliding against yours as you let out a moan, the headboard groaning with effort as you pulled hard on your restraints, ignoring the excruciating pain in both your wrists, hungry for more.

His teeth bite hard on your bottom lip. Hard enough to draw blood, making you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut.

He finally lets go and you let out a delicious whine. His teeth scrape over your chin as his head drops, his mouth latching onto your neck eliciting another whimper from you as he bites hard.

His cock twitched hard, his strained groan echoing against your throat as he gripped your hip so hard you thought it might break under the weight of his hand. His seed spilling across your chest and down your stomach.

You thrashed under him, as the continuous rope of his release coated your entire front. He gasped with effort as it seemed like it wasn't going to stop.

He breathed hard, his slick covered hand bracing himself against the headboard to keep from collapsing on top of you.

Your own breath was shaky and laboured. Your thighs were wet with your arousal, your body shaking, your cunt throbbing with the need to be touched. For the need to find your release.

He climbed off of you, tucking himself back into his blood soaked, cum stained jeans and you whimpered as he turned on his heel.

“No, p-please”

He turned around a half step, but didn't speak. Your chest was heaving, tacky drying blood had run down your wrists and part way down your arms.

You were flushed and breathless; covered in his release. A darkening hickey on your throat, your lip fat and bloody from where he'd bitten you, losing control. But, he would make you make that noise again, next time on purpose. You had streaks of blood from where his own clothes had made contact with your skin.

He walked back over to where you laid, watching your eyes follow him as he moved.

He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it on the foot of the bed.

He reached, running his index finger from your belly button, through the mess on your torso, and up between your breasts before he lifted his finger, bringing it to your lips.

He watched hesitation cross your features before you parted your lips. He pushed his coated finger across your bottom lip as your mouth closed around his digit, your tongue swirling around, sucking it clean before he pulled it free with a small pop.

His stomach clenched as he was struck with a new thought. Your mouth was warm and wet around his finger. He wondered how good it would feel wrapped around his cock.

He hummed with anticipation at the thought before he turned back toward the bathroom.

“Hungh” you whimpered, squeezing your thighs together, desperate to alleviate the ache. Desperate to feel the slightest bit of friction.

He wouldn't leave you like this, he couldn't.

Your wrists throbbed painfully as you sighed not really able to do much else, your clit throbbed, begging you to push yourself over the edge. Your tongue coated in the salty remnants of his release. The remainder drying quickly on your front.

Your racing heartbeat finally started to return to normal.

After a few minutes he reappeared his hair damp from a shower, a fresh pair of jeans on; the fly was zipped, but the button was still undone. His chest was bare.

You watched as he set a bunch of tools out on the table, and something else you could only assume was relevant to a car.

Neither of you spoke, you watched as he collected what he needed and sat at the small table on the other side of the room. He acted as if you didn’t exist, as if you weren’t lying naked, bound to his bed, battered and bloody.

Finally you sighed, not able to stand the silence anymore. “I’m not good at being ignored,” you said simply.

He only glanced in your direction before turning back to whatever he was working on.

“I’m not going back to the silent treatment…”

He carried on working, paying you no mind; chewing thoughtfully on the end of a toothpick.

Without warning, you let out a shrill high pitched scream.

He slammed the screwdriver in his hand down on the table before getting to his feet as your voice cracked with effort. He stalked over to the edge of the bed and without a word, and backhanded you so hard, the coppery taste of blood filled your mouth as your scream was abruptly cut off, your head snapping sharply to the side before he gripped your jaw hard enough that his fingernails left half moon welts in your cheeks as his hand covered your mouth; forcing you to look at him. You glared back.

His eyes flared with anger as he pointed a finger at you. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

You knew you weren’t in the greatest position to be playing with fire at this point….but if he was going to kill you anyway…

He pulled his hand back when you sighed heavily out your nose; a bruise already starting to form on your cheek where his knuckles had landed.

“Afraid someone’s going to hear?” you sneered and to his surprise he shook his head.

“It’s soundproofed” he muttered as he turned on his heel so nonchalantly it made your heart skip a beat as the realization dawned on you; nobody heard you, because they couldn’t.

You spoke again, trying to keep your voice even, and push the fear creeping back in at bay.

“You know, when a guy can’t get a girl off; she tells her friends about it, right?”

He stopped mid stride for a beat, but he didn’t turn around, just continued on back to the table.

“You’re sick, you know that?” You asked quietly; your eyes trained on his bare back; watching the muscles move as he turned to look back at you over his shoulder.

“And you liked it, so what’s that say about you?” he retorted before he sat back down at the table.

You sighed, dropping your shoulders as much as your position would allow. He was right, and he knew it.

#fic #ryan gosling #not s f w 💀#drive 2011 #driver x reader #n sfw

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paperhats-and-evil-schemes · 1 year ago

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Wind tore through the trees, playing a hateful melody that cursed their names for the heinous act they’d just committed. Cerulean flames shot upwards from the summoning circle, dancing with the shadows born from its hellish light, and a deafening caterwaul of demonic screams accompanied the mass of distorted flesh and bone that manifested before them. When the conglomeration of disembodied parts took proper form, it left in front of them what was basically a color-inverted Black Hat, as was expected. Soft, large feathers poked out of the ribbon tied around the being’s silky white top hat, its body adorned with a pristine white suit. A royal blue brooch was pinned at the neck of its shirt, the same kind of sapphire-looking jewel that stood atop the scepter it held in its hand. One could almost call the creature angelic. Not the gentle, dainty brand of winged and haloed humans that one might find in a children’s book, but rather, the cryptic, horrifying kind of beauty found in biblical monstrosities, cramming its way into an ill-fitting humanoid form. Yet, there was nothing holy to be found in those eyes. Nothing at all to be found in them, in fact. Hollow, soulless eyes bore their way through Claire, their passing stare leaving a crawling sensation behind as though bugs were squirming beneath her skin, desperate for escape. It was only when its gaze fell on Long Moth next, that book in his hands, that any sort of interest crossed its face, however fleeting it may have been. Even worse was when the thing spoke to her superior in some sort of twisted eldritch tongue that grated on her ears, damn near making them bleed in the process. Clearing his throat, Long Moth took a hesitant step towards the creature. “You are the being that’s known as White Hat, correct?” Recognition passed through White Hat’s features when its summoner spoke. It repeated itself, this time in a language the heroes could understand. “How may I serve you?”

WELP, DIDN'T END UP GETTING CHAPTER 1 DONE BY OCTOBER LIKE I WANTED, BUT I FINALLY FINISHED THESE STUPID DRAWINGS I'VE HAD AS WIPS FOR MONTHS, SO I'LL THROW THIS OUT HERE AS WELL AS SOME WRITING SINCE I STILL TECHNICALLY OWED NOSY ANON A PROPER SNIPPET LMAO

#Art is hard guys why didnt anybody WARN ME #villainous #white hat #OP #My ability to draw spooky body horror has fled from my brain so I just drowned him in fire to avoid artistic responsibilities lol

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deadly-diminuendo · 3 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

It is now technically Wednesday in my timezone and so WIP Wednesday it is! Sharing a nice chunk of my upcoming tailor Astarion x fem!reader Tav lovers-to-friends-to-lovers two-shot (maaayyybe a short extra epilogue as a chapter 3?) I included the intro on this post, so this one has been a long time coming! Snippet under the cut:

“Well, darling, let’s get you out of those clothes and into that dress, hm?” Again with the flirting. You almost let your imagination run away with you, but of course he gives you your privacy. “I’ll be here whenever you’re ready.” You peel off each layer piece by piece, trying not to think about the fact that your former lover is on the other side of this curtain, trying not to remember the slow and sensual ways he used to strip you bare. But you do think about it. You do remember. You are just friends now, you remind yourself. No more. And no less, you hope. To be without him all this time has left a hollow in your heart. You want to fill its empty spaces with his presence. You want him to be part of your life again. So why does being here only make your heart ache harder? And why are you still so godsdamned nervous? You sigh and slip into your gown, admiring its a-line silhouette and its delightful shade of purple. Not quite the right fit, but that is why you are here after all. Astarion can surely fix that for you. He does work wonders with his hands. Hands that you now realize will have to tie up the back of your dress because there is no way you’ll be able to accomplish that by yourself. Hugging the loose garment tight against your chest, you call for help. “Astarion?” “Yes, dear? Don’t tell me you’ve managed to fall into peril right here in my dressing room. You do seem to have a knack for finding trouble wherever you go.” “Just… come in, please.” He pushes through the curtain and you are instantly and acutely aware of just how snug this little space is. “Ah, you need to be tied up, I see.” Of course he would choose to phrase it like that. Now you are thoroughly convinced he is thoroughly enjoying your embarrassment. He always did like to make you squirm. In more ways than one, the Astarion in your head adds. Ugh. You feel a fleeting sense of relief as you spin around, but the mirror betrays you, putting your mortified expression on full display while the look on his face remains a mystery to you. The chuckle you then hear at least helps you picture his smirk. He takes his time with you. Like he always did. Words he once said echo in your mind. A treat like you deserves to be savoured. Does it tempt him still to be so close to you? To sense your blood pumping through your veins? To see your neck so deliciously exposed? You ponder and you reminisce and you catch yourself tilting your head to one side. It seems the tempted one is you. You wonder if he noticed. He may be ‘tying you up’ as he so eloquently put it, but you feel more like he is undressing you. Like he is uncovering you bit by bit, inch by inch, piece by piece. Like he could reach into your mind and read your most intimate thoughts even though the tadpoles are long gone. “There we are,” you finally hear him say, snapping you back to reality. You pause in front of the mirror together and you wonder what it isn’t telling you. What he thinks when he looks upon you.

I will post a link here to the first chapter when it is up on AO3, and the complete text will also be posted here in full when the fic is done.

(P.S. I did also recently post a quick one-shot in the mean time!)

#wip wednesday #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #astarion x reader #astarion smut #bg3 #bg3 fic #my writing #my wips

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thetruearchmagos · 10 months ago

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WIP Questionnaire

Thank you kindly for the Tag, @theprissythumbelina !

1. What is the first part of your WIP that you created?

Well, the Setting, probably, which as an answer works for just about any of the WIPs I could name. In theory you could argue Gustav and the Magician, individually and as a 'set' of sorts, technically predate my coming up with the 12 Worlds, but the form they took then has only passing resemblance to their current incarnation.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

Ooo, well, I've been thinking I'd probably see about getting something original made, or making something myself as a side thing. I mean, I kinda envision a lot of my WIPs as serial animations in my head anyhow, so I've put more thought into this question than reality is ever likely to require.

3. What are your favorite characters that you made? Why?

Well... You know how big this list could be. I love all of them, and at any moment which forces / allows me to dig deeper into any single one of them makes me love them even more. Still, my final choice is an obvious one: Gustav Johann Schmidt, who's been in it since the very start, and who's voice has by now almost become my own whenever he comments on some facet of his world in the same way I would.

4. What other pieces of media do you think your fan base would share?

Hmm, well, I've always thought this would go down two tracks. First of all being the classic 'Techno Thriller' crowd, the sorts who like tanks going boom and spies under deep cover: I'd go with things like The Hunt For Red October and Red Storm Rising, both being stalwarts of the genre which have absolutely been personally inspiring. The second track goes down the wider book / writing community, or at least those looking for 'genre fiction' and all that, who might discover the 12 Worlds more on its fantastical or worldbuilding grounds than for its techno thriller nature: I don't really 'understand' what I'd mean by this cohort myself as much, but I guess it could include series like ASOIAF, possibly.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your WIP?

Well... If we're speaking in the past tense, as far as things that have already happened go I'd put forwards "making sure the worldbuilding exists and isn't utterly contradictory", since there's too little writing down so far to count for a big struggle. Dates are hard, and measuring things on the order of decades to a century leaves me with a lot of uncomfortable dead space on one hand, and a bunch of events clustered together on the other. Untangling this has to happen before the writing does, to me, and it's gonna be hellish.

6. Are there any animals in your story? Talk about them!

Uhh... Technically, Snake In The Sandbox (Gustav's third and least brought up WIP) features two animals! One's a snake which literally scares G's shirt off when he finds it in his tent, and the other's some sort of desert lizard the 18th Corps adopts as its mascot.

7. How do your characters get around? (Ex. Trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

Oh, probably their respective combat vehicles more than anything, though long distance stuff gets done by plane / aeroship, and getting between Worlds means ships for everyone. Non military types might get their own car, or plane.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

Technically brought this up already, but the answer's worldbuilding. It's always worldbuilding. Though within that category, I'm technically supposed to be writing up a piece on the UC' policy towards Goilac / Nouvoulouis pre SSAW, but... I have been having a lazy weekend.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe) of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Big flashy boom booms and cunning military tactics, strategy, and leadership on the one hand for sure, but I'd like to think the depth, history, and life that exists within the 12 Worlds might have some appeal to readers.

10. What are your hopes for your WIP?

Published novel, or really a few considering how many there are already for the 12 Worlds. Then... Well, I think I've got a few ideas in me for the Setting yet.

Anyone fancy a boardgame?

And that's that! Tagging @athenswrites @hessdalen-globe @caxycreations @sanguine-arena @vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @thatndginger and anyone who'd like to take part!

#writeblr #writeblr stuff #my wips #writing

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mmuffncakes · 28 days ago

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End of year asks 18 19 21

ehehehehe hello <3

18. current number of wips

for JUST fanfic i have ... i think seven of them (this is just them in order on my bookmarks tab) A Distant Song (Bode/Cal) (poooossibly bode/cal/merrin end game, still debated) - Cal learns about where he came from. That Time Cal Kestis Couldn't Hide His Crush (Bode/Cal) - alternate scene Just for us. (Bode/Cal) - they make a ~movie~ Sharp Teeth (Bode/Cal) - InquisiBode x Scrapper!Cal GIFT: A Second Too Early (Danny/Felix) - Felix almost catches Danny in the act GIFT: [Unnamed] (Danny/Felix) - Felix holds the knife for the first time while Danny instructs him. GIFT: [Unnamed] (Bode/Cal) - A kiss on Nova Garon

19. any new fics to start next year (technically 2025)

yes!!! i reaaallly wanna get started on another large fic like yeehaw. ive got a couple ideas brewing in the brain that i need to sit down and properly develop.

21. most memorable comment/review

i mean, take a look at all the reviews you leave me. the essays listed down. i mean, anytime i use " :[ " its because of your comment on chapter 7 on yeehaw of : "Cal: Bode looks exhausted! What was he doing? Tanalorr wasn't bugging him Bode: :[ :[ :[ it was bugging someone :[ :[ :[" which lives rent free in my brain 24/7. but thats just men always enjoying your comments and reviews

but as a whole, its hard to pinpoint the MOST memorable one. as any of the comments that tell me how a story affected them personally (fear, blushing, crying, etc) those are the ones that stick out to me the most. that sort of connection from writer to reader of what i wanted to get across has done the thing that i wanted it to do. i think Negative Space actually had a few like that, and certain chapters of yeehaw as well had those.

#my work #my writing #my fic #answered asks #ask meme #cal kestis #bode akuna #spyscrapper #jedi survivor #dead by daylight #dbd #star wars jedi survivor #danny johnson #felix richter

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omgkalyppso · 10 months ago

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🌹

Thank you for the ask!!

for every “🌹” received in my inbox i’ll post one random sentence of a random WIP i’m currently writing

Okay so I was going to answer my remainder of the roses in my inbox with wip's that would probably never be finished but this made me find a wip I had entirely forgotten about that I might actually write because it's technically "half-done" for me.

There's this claurenz sex pollen fic? Where the author gives permission for remixes or alternate perspectives in their works? So the fic is from Lorenz's pov, and I was going to write Claude's pov:

“Wait!” Lorenz freezes, bent over and reaching out to the rose. Claude thinks he may have warned him in time, and takes a step forward as he goes on to say, “Don’t—” but then he sees Lorenz’s fingers around the stem, “oh, shit.” Lorenz stands, releasing the flower so that the rose swings upon its broken stem, and Claude swallows, as he lets his original warning drift off, “Go and…” ‘Don’t go and touch that,’ his mind supplies unhelpfully. Lorenz’s cheeks look as though they’re already dusted pink and Claude has to look back the way they came, dreading Lorenz’s reaction to the sour news he has to share. There is still a sliver of hope, and Claude tilts his head back with a silent prayer that Lorenz will answer his question in the negative and they can revisit the subject when Lorenz will be more prepared to scold him. “You breathed it in, didn’t you?” Lorenz looks like he wants to protest, and Claude almost shakes his head — hating that everything between them has to result in debate, but then Lorenz draws his own conclusion. “I take it this is poisonous? Lethal?” A sardonic laugh bubbles past Claude’s lips, and he wonders whether Lorenz’s assumption will lighten the reality of his situation. “No,” Claude says quickly. “It’s, uh, it’s called … a bunch of things. Rose of Bassarid?” Lorenz shakes his head, and Claude could be imagining it, but his eyes look darker — pupils wider and eyelids heavier. He’d heard it was fast acting, but he hadn’t expected — Lorenz is fidgeting uncomfortably, vision dancing across Claude and their surroundings like a cornered animal. Selfishly, Claude wonders if he can spare the time of an explanation by simply finding a name for this poison that Lorenz might be familiar with, so he tries again, “Scornflower? Cethleann’s Bane?” “I’ve heard of it,” Lorenz says, curt and breathless, and Claude lets a smile of relief crack over his features, taking this annoyance to be a good sign. “Okay,” Claude says, assured. “That’s great.” Lorenz’s expression hasn’t changed however, as if he doesn’t recognize the predicament he’s in — that they’re in. “You don’t know what it is. Do you?” Claude asks, brow bending in defeat. Claude watches as Lorenz shakes his head again and curls his hands at his sides — and then makes the decision to keep focused on Lorenz’s face even if his friend can’t keep eye contact. With Lorenz’s hands at waist height it would be hard to avoid his inevitable arousal. Claude would much rather be invited to admire Lorenz, one day, maybe, and refuses to risk that imagined invitation because of curiosity and wanting discipline now. Besides, Lorenz’s eyes are so plaintive and pretty, Claude feels guilty enough keeping up appearances. “Okay.” Claude takes a deep breath, and feels his own cheeks burn with second-hand embarrassment as he explains, “It’s an aphrodisiac with some nasty side effects.” “Side effects?” Lorenz’s eyes widen, but his voice is … remarkably calm, but for the gasp in it. Lorenz’s breathing begins to pick up — and Claude hopes he doesn’t faint. Lorenz looses a breath past his lips, puckering them in a way that exaggerates the moue of his displeasure. He is standing against the sun and for all his composure looks as a man in need of comfort and Claude has to divert his gaze to keep from imagining it — throwing himself at Lorenz’s hungry mouth, taking him in hand and talking him through it. He raises a hand to the back of his neck for half a moment, remembering how Lorenz’s distress is doomed to intensify. “If you try to wait it out you might go sterile. Or, hypothetically speaking, if you’re made to wait it out.” An uncomfortable chuckle makes his words breathy. “Nasty thing to do to a political rival.” Lorenz makes a strangled noise of protest and Claude shuts his eyes guiltily. Professional, reliable, friendly, sympathetic — Claude knows he can be these things for Lorenz, has to be in a situation like this, for any other shared moment to have meaning.

#claurenz #ask to tag #glad to have found this actually

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sneezingpotatoes · 2 years ago

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Hey there! Here's this little thing that turned into a big thing because I really want to post some writing but I always get hit with a roadblock whenever I try to work on one of my WIPs 🤣 So why not create something new!... for like the 15th time (literally) 👀🤣 LOL If you're seeing this then that means we dodged the WIP graveyard collection this time! 🤣 Anywayssss enjoy lol XD

"Wow, Ren! This prototype looks so amazing! Is this what you've been spending all your time on?"

"Yup. Just oneeee moreeee screw annnnd--" As he tightened the last screw, the robot made a few beeping sounds and immediately lit up with life. They both cheered with excitement as the robot immediately began to clumsily move around the room, curiosity at its peak as it began scanning whatever objects it could get it's hands on.

"I can't believe it! You've actually done it Ren!" His best friend Koji erupted, unable to contain himself as he lifted one of the robots arms and examined its face. "... It's almost freaky how life-like this thing is."

"We both did it, Koji. You helped a lot too." The roboticist exhaustedly muttered, nearly throwing himself into his chair and watching the robot curiously scan all of Koji's features.

"Well you've gotta name this thing! It's too cool to just be called prototype!"

"Hmm... PTBot A!" Ren called, having the robot make a beeping sound and quickly rush over to him. "Register new name... Ava. Ava, the Advanced Versatile Assistant."

The robot froze for a moment, processing the request before saying. "Hello. I am Ava, the Advanced Versatile Assistant, but you may call me Ava."

"Oooh, I like it! Sounds... Cute and techy... I guess? What can she do?"

"Well as of right now, learn. Her processor is still trying to finish downloading all of her basic functions and knowledge, but once that finishes, I'll start importing her advanced coding and she should be able to do just about everything we can and more. Fingers crossed."

His best friend leaned against the wall in awe, still surprised at the artificial robot roaming around the room. Although her movements were slightly choppy and robotic, she seemed to be functioning on her own accord, grabbing a variety of objects and curiously moving them around and identifying them.

"I can only imagine how she'll look like once the downloads are finished." Koji muttered.

"If all goes well, her movements should smoothen out and her biocomponents would be in more of a working order. Faster processing and all that." Ren rubbed his eyes and yawned, looking at his watch to check the time.

"Stop saying 'if', bro. You know it's gonna work! I mean just look at how great she is already!"

"... We'll see. But thanks, Koji." He mumbled through another exhausted yawn, "It's like 6 in the morning dude, I need to sleep. I know you've had some good rest but I can't be your only source of entertainment all day."

"Oh, ha-ha, very funny. You think that just because you made a bomb ass robot you're hot shit now? I knew you in middle school, you know. Don't forget that." Koji teased.

"... Ava, escort the crews dead weight out of my lab and to his office, please."

"Understood." Ava blandly responded, approaching Koji and gesturing towards the door. "Dead weight, if you could please exit the quarters, your services are no longer needed."

"Stop it, dude! She's going to remember that and actually think that's true about me!"

"That's the point." Ren said through a soft chuckle as he watched Ava guide him out of the room.

"Don't listen to him, Ava! He's lying! I'm technically your co-creator! He's the dead weight, not me!"

"I'm sorry that you feel that way, dead weight. According to my records, your office is down this hall. Allow me to escort you."

"Urrgh, finneeee."

Ren released another soft chuckle as he closed the lab door, hearing their voices disappear down the hallway.

He was so glad that Koji had so much confidence in his work, but he couldn't say the same about himself. He just hoped that he built Ava properly and that everything would all work out just as he planned for it to. Only time would tell. Ren sighed, removing his lab coat and pressed the blue button on his wall, revealing a hidden temporary bedroom. Boy was he tired; 8 months of nonstop working on Ava took a lot out of him, but it was well worth it. He'd do it all over again if he needed to.

The man hung his lab coat on the railing above his bed and immediately plopped onto the firm mattress, grunting with a little discomfort. He couldn't complain though; He was super tired and just grateful he even had somewhere to lay at the moment. Before he could attempt to close his eyes, two soft knocks against his lab door are heard, followed by Ava's voice.

"May I come in?"

"Enter, Ava."

The robot obliged, entering the room and immediately scanning her creator laying on the mattress. She looked around his temporary bedroom for a moment before speaking.

"The dead weight has been escorted into his office."

"Thanks Ava... You don't have to call him that anymore. His name is Koji." Ren lightheartedly chuckled again.

"... Okay Ren, current data has been corrected to Koji... If you don't mind, might I ask what is so humorous?" Ava innocently asked, eyes locked onto Ren as his chuckles abruptly stopped once she asked the question.

"... I'll explain it to you another time." He exhaustedly muttered, already feeling his brain fog up from just thinking about explaining it to her. After an intense moment, Ava dejectedly nodded in understanding and began looking at all the pictures he had on his shelves in order to get some more information about her creator. "... Ava, I'm very tired and need to sleep. Turn off the lights, please."

"Of course, Ren. I'll do that for you right away." She gave her automated response, and quickly turned off all the lights in his lab, watching as he flipped sides and pulled his blanket over his head. "... What would you like me to do in the meantime, Ren?" She blandly asked, staring at the lump underneath the blanket.

"I don't know- keep scanning stuff in the lab or something." He softly mumbled, voice barely audible through both the blanket and his exhaustion.

"I've already scanned and identified all 374 objects in your lab, Ren. What else would you like for me to do?"

"... Just... do whatever, I don't care. Let me sleep." He sighed, irritably shifting underneath the blankets. "If anyone tries to come in, tell them to come back next week."

"Understood Ren." She affirmed, turning to leave the bedroom. Before she completely walked away, she froze and turned back to her creator. "Ren...?"

"... What is it now, Ava?"

"... Is it true that you hated artificial intelligence and robotics in middle school?" She inquired, hearing Ren sigh from the mattress.

"... Ava, register Koji's name to Dead Weight again, please." She froze for a moment before confirming the successful change. "And to answer your question... Yes, it's true, but that was over 15 years ago. I was a stupid kid."

"... Okay. Goodnight, Ren."

"Goodnight, Ava."

The sunlight peering in from underneath the closed blinds rudely awakens the once sleeping robotics engineer. He flops the blanket all the way to the other side of his bed and gives a big yawn to shake off all the sleep, almost sounding like a lions roar. A cough escapes him as his throat is dry and a little itchy from all the sleep.

"Good afternoon, Ren. I hope you slept well." Ava approaches his bedside with a smile and a glass of water, which surprises the roboticist. He almost forgot about Ava and her completion; It wasn't a dream, and her downloads must've progressed, seeing how she was able to smile now and read his discomfort by grabbing him some water.

"Thank you." He muttered dryly, immediately drinking the water down. "Ava, what is today's date please?"

"Today is Friday, September 8th. Current time is 4:27pm." She recited, grabbing the empty glass and placing it in the sink. It's already Friday? But it was just Wednesday! "You were sleeping for quite a while, so I took it upon myself to tidy up your lab. I hope you don't mind, given your last command was to 'do whatever, I don't care.'"

"... That was very thoughtful of you, Ava. Thanks." Ren applauded her through a few dry coughs, still finding it difficult to speak for long without the itchiness returning at the back of his throat.

"Would you like another glass of water?" Ava offered, noting his continued discomfort.

"No, thank you." The roboticist grabbed his lab coat from above his bed and pressed the button, hiding his bedroom once again and headed into his restroom to freshen himself up.

"I would like to inform you that 30 associates stopped by your lab while you were sleeping, including dead weight." Ava announced from the outside of the door, over the sound of splashing water. "A lot of them wanted to congratulate you for completing me." She said a little louder this time, smiling when Ren opened the restroom door and halted in shock from seeing her standing so close to the door. "I told them to come back next week, just like you asked."

"Thank you, Ava. Hey... are you able to cook by chance? I'm not sure how far along the first stage of downloads are..." Ava's face lit up at the asking of that question.

"Certainly, Ren! The download of Phase 1 is currently at 67%. Please let me know what you would like to eat and I would be happy to make it for you." Ren stood in thought for a moment, feeling uneasy with how fast the download speed was going. I mean it was a lot of data to download, but at the same time... This is only Phase 1... If it's taking this long, then Phase 2 might-- "Please do not trouble yourself, I am confident that I can prepare any dish that you would like. My memory bank holds over 30,000 recipes from around the world. So please..." She stated, attempting to reassure Ren and pull him out of his own thoughts.

"Well alright then, Ava. You've won me over. I'm a simple man so I just want an omelet over sweet rice. I should already have those ingredients in my cabinets." He mused, finding it interesting how much Ava was trying to read him.

"Yes, you have enough ingredients in your possession to make 132 of the 30,000 recipes stored in my memory bank. You should look into getting more groceries, Ren."

"I don't live here so it's fine." He chuckled, grabbing a seat at his office desk and watching Ava begin to prep his meal. She was moving more like a human now; she even hummed softly as she cooked, which made him feel a little warm on the inside, oddly enough. "Ava, why are you humming?" Ren questioned, curiously. If that was the one thing they had in common, they were both curious creatures. She paused for a moment for what Ren thought was to process the question and shortly resumed her cooking.

"According to my records, humming reduces stress. Does it bother you Ren? I will stop."

"No-no, it doesn't. I was just wondering. Please, continue..." He muttered, intrigued. "Sarabande and Polka... Great choice."

"Yes, I read that it's your favorite." She cheerfully chimed, plating the side of sweet rice. "I hummed it to you while you were sleeping. You kept tossing and turning so I thought it would help."

"How thoughtful of you, Ava." Ren acknowledged, unsure of how to feel with that information. "... Maybe that's the reason why I slept for so long."

Surprisingly, Ava gives a chuckle to the latter statement as she plated the omelet on top of the sweet rice and handed him the plate. Ren looks up at her, shocked by her giggle only to find her smiling and glaring down at him, gesturing towards the plate. "Please enjoy, Ren. I will go and clean up."

The roboticist nodded and thanked her as he looked at the beautiful golden omelet resting on top of the fluffy bed of rice. He had to admit... it did look really good. Probably better than anything he ever made. But then again, he wasn't a chef but even so, this was still remarkable for a robot that was only a day old. Ren immediately took a bite out of the omelet and smiled, both surprised and grateful at how good the food was.

"This is amazing, Ava. I couldn't be happier." He openly admitted, earning a huge smile from his robot.

"I am pleased to have served you!" She announced with a bow, face glowing with honor.

The food was hitting the spot; after sleeping for a day and a half, his body was nearly eating itself. Another hour of that and he probably would've been a pile of bones. Had Ava not been there, he probably wouldn't have had the energy to even make this meal. After a few minutes of scarfing down the plate of food, he felt a little bit recovered and energized. He handed Ava the empty dish, which she gratefully accepted and began to wash.

"What's on the agenda today, Ren?" She asked, still washing out the dishes.

"I'm not sure..." He absently replied, deep in thought. "I'll probably chat with a few people and head home. Afterall, you are my biggest achievement at the moment. I'll probably look after you and make sure all of your systems are functioning properly. Probably monitor all the downloads and keep a close eye on how you're operating for--" He paused for a moment, taken aback by the prickling sensation he feels quickly forming in the depths of his nostrils. It only takes one dry sniff to ignite the prickling into a full fledged wild fire as it forces his shoulders to rise upward from the abrupt inhale and jerk forwards with a harsh sneeze.

"Hih... H'ESSCH!" It was a snappy and a little wet sneeze, seeing how it felt like his nostrils were drooling over the burning sensation pulsing deep in his nostrils. His robot companion immediately swiveled a 180 towards the location of the sound, interest piqued and attention grabbed. She curiously watched as he rubbed at his nose and quickly searched around for something but appeared to have no luck. "A-Ava..." He desperately stuttered out, eyes closing once again from the distracting tickle. She approached him with haste, audio censors listening for his voice command. "I n-need ahh... a-HIH'EGSHHhn...!! A dissue, blease." She was frozen for a second, trying to process and compute the last command given by her creator.

"I do not understand. What is... 'a dissue'?" Ava innocently asked, attempting to repeat his audibly congested plea for a tissue in her query and trying to understand.

"A tdissue!" Ren tried to repeat through his cupped hand, a little louder this time, hoping to sound a little clearer, but he's sure he failed as he could still see the confusion on her face.

"I'm sorry, Ren. I still do not understand your request, but I see that you are cupping your nose. Perhaps you need a tissue?" He gratefully nodded his head, watching her go into the restroom and grab the tissue box. Once she returned, he eagerly blew his nose, releasing a few small gurgling nose blows into the tissues. "I apologize for the miscommunication. I should've known that's what you were asking for sooner."

"That's okay." He breathily mumbled, still massaging his nose with the tissues. "I just didn't know you moved the tissues either, but it's fine."

"Hm." She folded her arms and tapped her cheek in thought for a moment. "Were those sneezes, Ren?"

"... Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Bless you, Ren. I will be prepared next time. Thank you." She muttered, grabbing a handful of tissues and shoving them into her front pocket.

"N-no that's not necessary! You don't have to do that." He sheepishly replied, but Ava had already returned back to cleaning the dishes and was already humming again. "... Once you're finished cleaning those dishes, we can head out. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great, Ren." Ava cheered as she placed the last dish onto the countertop.

"Ava, lock the door please." Ren muttered, still trying to fit all of his modems and drives into his bag.

"Of course." She affirmed, grinning as she locked the door and returned to her creator. "Would you like for me to carry your bag for you, Ren?"

"Sure, thank you." The roboticist agreed, zipping up one last zipper to his bag before seeing the shoes of Koji appear directly in front of him.

"There he is!" Koji announced, looking his best friend up and down. "I would've thought you died had I not known who you are." He chuckled.

"Shut up, I was tired okay? Like, really tired." Ren muttered with a chuckle, placing his bag onto Ava.

"Guess that explains why you're making a girl carry your bag for you? Not a good look man."

"Hey, she offered!" Ren erupted defensively, coughing afterwards from the sudden change in volume of his voice.

"Everything is fine, dead weight. Please do not concern yourself with our affairs." She stated blandly, looking to Ren shortly after to make sure he was okay.

"Hey, I told you I'm not dead weight around here! Why won't you listen to me!" He sounded more like he was whining and begging Ava at this point but she wasn't budging.

"Hey, if you stumble across any crew members, tell them we said thanks for all of the congratulations. It means a lot."

"For sure, dude. Don't worry. How's Ava's progress coming along? It looks like she's matured a lot since Wednesday."

"Everything's going well so far. My only concern is that thehh-hih..." Ava glares at her creator and notices his flaring nostrils and immediately begins to dig into her pocket for the tissues that she grabbed earlier. Another faint hitch escapes him but before he can double over with the sneeze, Ava shoves a handful of tissues into his hands. "Heh--EDSSCHh!!" He blinks a few times, surprised by the whole ordeal, but before he can even say anything--"Heh'ESCHHiih!!"-- The next sneeze tears right out of him and is buried into the handful of tissues.

"Woah, bless you dude! That whole thing was so smooth. It almost looked like this has happened before."

"T-thagks... She saihh... S-she-hihh'EGDTSHH!!!" He can't even speak his sentence as the third sneeze cuts him off and he's sent back into the handful of tissues.

"Bless you, Ren. I told you that I would be prepared for next time."

"Yes, that." He exhaustedly agreed, gurgling into the handful of tissues a few times.

"Holy shit! I guess Ava really is Ava-ing!" Koji humored, watching Ava take his soiled tissues and throw them into the trashcan.

"I just hope the download finishes soon. She's still only on Phase 1."

"Hey, what'd I tell you about stressin' so much? Ava, you better keep my man in line!" Ava only gave him in a confused look in return. "I'm sure it'll all work out. Just believe, man!"

"... You're right. I'll see you around. Gonna go home and take my mind off things for now, I guess." He muttered, scratching his head and starting for the door.

"Woah, hey! We need to celebrate your big achievement!" Koji exclaimed, darting in front of him to stop him. "You can't go home yet! Let's go to the bar or get something to eat!"

"Nah, no thanks. I just ate and I'm honestly just not feelin' it today, sorry."

"Alright, don't worry about it. Text me later bro! And congrats again!"

After that, Koji left them to return to his office and the two began to silently walk outside towards his car. Ava seemed enlightened at the view of nature in front of the lab. It was refreshing for Ren to see her face light up at the smallest things he and everyone probably took for granted.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" The roboticist muttered as he placed his bag into the vehicle.

"Very. It's one thing to see it as an imprinted image, but another to see it up close in realtime." She said as she touched the dirt and began analyzing it. "If only you could see all of the tiny organisms living inside just this one clump of dirt!" She grabbed a fist full of dirt and began squishing it in the palm of her hand, looking so fascinated and entertained. She would've been completely intranced had Ren not coughed into the crook of his elbow. "Oh! I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting?" She exclaimed after noticing Ren standing by the open car door watching her.

"No-no, not at all." He barely managed to say through a few more chesty coughs, which earned a mildly concerned look from Ava. "I don't mind waiting. This is your first moment outside, so don't let me ruin it." He humored.

"Thank you, Ren. We can go now. I know your body must be worn." She couldn't help but smile at what she perceived as selflessness from her creator as she was helped into the vehicle. "... Ren?"

"Yes, Ava?"

"... I'm glad you turned down dead weight's offer." She muttered softly into the window, almost soft enough to not be heard, which earned a curious look from Ren.

"Why is that?" He lightly coughed to himself after cranking the car on and exiting the parking lot.

"I don't like dead weight." The way she said that line made Ren do a double take to look at her and make sure she was still a robot girl. It sounded a bit too human-like. "But also because we will have more time to spend together. More time for me to learn from you."

"... Well, Ava, I don't want you to think that I'm the only person you can learn from. There's so much for you to learn outside of just me. I built you to be versatile. Eventually, you'll be surrounded by all sorts of amazing people that you'll learn a lot from. Including dead weight Koji." She doesn't respond, keeping her expression blank and unreadable. "... But please, don't dismiss Koji yet. He's actually a great guy once you get to know him a little better." He mutters to break the silence. "Infact, he was the one that got me back into robotics those years ago. Without him, we wouldn't even be here right now."

"... Okay. You're the best teacher, Ren."

"What a lovely house, Ren!" She exclaimed, scanning the entire room around her.

"I know, it's almost like I programmed you to say that." He humored to himself as he locked the door and kicked his shoes off. "I haven't been here in about a month so please excuse the mess." He stopped to wonder for a moment, finding it interesting that he was actually starting to talk to Ava as if she were a real human being. Why would a robot care about a mess or anything like that? He sighed and grabbed his head with slight confusion on what to even think anymore. "Anyway, just go ahead and make yourself at home or whatever. I'm going to take a quick shower."

"Okay, Ren!" She exclaimed, still scanning all of his belongings like a child opening presents on Christmas morning.

She felt like she hit a gold mine with all of his belongings scattered about the home. Everywhere she looked, there were new traces of his life and character; his lab was just a sneak peak of the person that was Ren Tokayama. He had many diplomas, awards and ribbons hanging on all of his living room walls. Plenty of framed group photos of him and what appeared to be his crewmates winning awards for previous machines and gadgets they built. It really was like she had a VIP pass to the Ren museum. She decides to utilize this time to tidy up his house, or atleast get started, while he's in the shower, scanning every item she touched while she cleaned.

A few moments later, she hears the bedroom door open and sees Ren enter the room with a fluffy robe on, still drying his hair with a towel and yawning briefly. His yawn is cut short as he jumps in surprise at the sight of Ava, almost forgetting that she was inside of his house.

"Oh, you startled me, Ava." Ren says, hand over his heart in shock.

"Welcome back, Ren. I didn't mean to startle you. hope that you are feeling refreshed." Ava happily chimed, placing a book and fresh hot tea onto the table for her creator. "I've prepared your favorite book and some green tea to help you relax and sooth your irritated throat."

"I appreciate it, Ava. How did you come to the conclusion that this was my favorite book?"

"I looked through all of your bookcases while you were in the shower, and this book had the most of your fingerprints on it and seemed to have the most usage... Was I incorrect?"

"No, you were correct, but... You could've just asked me what my favorite book was. I didn't want you to go through all the trouble."

"It's no trouble." She chimed, "I enjoyed it. I felt like... I was going on an adventure." Ren furrowed a confused brow, but decides not to say anything and takes a sip of the tea after putting on his reading glasses. It did feel nice against his itchy throat though, that was for sure. He couldn't help but go back for a second sip.

"How are you functioning, Ava? Status check." The roboticist questioned as he flipped open his book.

"All systems are online and functioning, Ren. Battery percentage is at 72%, with 3.25 days of runtime remaining. Filters are moderately clear. Internal temperatures are neutral." She recited, almost in a dismissive tone.

"Good, thank you. Be sure to let me know if anything happens with any of your systems." He commanded, almost like a protective father.

"Of course, Ren."

Every now and then, Ren peered up from his book only to catch Ava staring at him from across the table, fingers overlapping each other as if she were patiently waiting for something. He tried to ignore her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as her cold, unmoving stare was beginning to burn a hole into the middle of his forehead. The roboticist snuffled thickly, wiping the underside of his nose and instantly furrowed a confused brow once Ava's eyes went blank like they usually did when she was processing information.

"Umm, Ava?"

"Yes, Ren?" She replied shortly after, pink eyes staring directly into his soft brown orbs, unblinking.

"Why are you staring at me?" The roboticist asked, feeling a bit uneasy with the unbroken staring she had been doing for the past 20 minutes.

"According to my records, you will be sneezing soon, and whenever that happens, I will be ready to assist you."

"That's nonsense, Ava." Ren said through a soft chuckle, with a bit of surprise in his voice from the reasoning. "And just where did you gather that data from, missy?" He humored.

"Research." She replied, simply, borderline pouting, "And studying you, Ren."

"Fascinating." He muttered to himself in thought, "Well tell me, Ava, what data have you gathered about me that will tell you when I'm going to sneeze, hm? Humor me." Ava seemed to light up at the curiosity of her creator and smiled when he casually removed his reading glasses and sat his book down onto the table. "You have my attention."

"I'm glad you asked, Ren. Based off of my observations, firstly, your nose begins to vaguely twitch ever so slightly, indicating a soft irritation. It's very subtle and slight to the human eye, but my visual processors allow me to detect this microscopic movement. To you, I believe it would only feel like a mild discomfort, or perhaps a very faint tingling?" She was speaking almost as if she were unveiling a master plan or exposing an enemy mastermind of some sort; Ren almost bats an eye at how passionate she was about the subject. It seemed like she had something to prove. "After a while, depending on the dust levels in the area, the irritation begins to grow over time into the tickling or burning sensation that you start to tangibly feel, which might make you start to rub at your nose or sniff a little bit."

"Hmm, okay, fairly normal assessments for the most part. Go on." The roboticist muttered in a manner that indicated he was listening through a brief cough into a closed fist.

"At this point, I'm aware that you have about a 92% chance of sneezing due to your underlying illness."

"Underlying illness??? Wait, what?"

"Yes," she stated matter-of-factly with a hint of surprise as if she were shocked that he didn't know, "I did a data analysis scan on the used tissues in your lab from earlier today, which tested positive for Influenza A. Furthermore, I've noted that your body involuntarily pauses when you are on the brink of a sneeze, followed by your broken breaths, the initial inhale, and, of course, the exhale of the sneeze. The confirming giveaway that you are officially going to sneeze is the sharp tremble your nose does before your nostrils flare up." She paused for a moment in thought, staring blankly for a moment before approaching his side and handing him a light stack of tissues, "In this instance, though, I gather that you will sneeze approximately 3 times within the next... minute or so." Ren was silent for a couple of seconds, unable to configure a response to her analysis. He didn't expect her to read a whole detailed essay just about his sneezing habits.

"Simply astonishing." He finally blurted out, fairly impressed with her deep analysis and already beginning to feel his sinuses start to tingle a bit harsher than before, just as Ava had predicted. "So this is what you were working on when you were staring at me got do long?" He breathily asked, finding it increasingly difficult to keep his eyes open. "I will admit... My n-nose is startinghh t-togehhIH--" He froze for a moment, eyes finally shutting before he immediately jerked to the side with a spine chilling sneeze directed into the tissues. "--HEH'EGDJISH'iu!!!" The sneeze nearly rips out of him, almost catching him off guard with the quickness of it as he was still thinking about everything Ava had said, wondering if it all actually applied. He laughed internally at himself a little as he felt his nostrils tremble and flare up just as Ava had said before, immediately bending over with another-- "H'EKSSCH...!! Wow." The roboticist exhaustedly blew his nose, briefly with his eyes still closed and his breaths scattered. "I h-had ndo idea thht... y-youhh-hIH--"

"--Are so observant?--" She quickly reached for a few more tissues, noting his twitching nostrils and subtle grimace, immediately handing them to him once his chest bounced again.

"--AH'KSSHHN!! Hihh... Y-yes." He mumbled, massaging his nose through the handful of tissues.

"Bless you, Ren." She smiled, taking joy in the surprise on Ren's face. "You created me to be."

TBC...

How knows, if I'm feeling kinda sussybaka I might make a part 2 lol

#snz #sneeze #my ocs #snzfic #snezblr #cold #snez #sickfic #snzblr #snz things #r/obot oc #r/obot girl #r/obots

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