#transvaxildan

[sockablock]

beau/jester fae au? maybe beau is looking to trade for a way to escape, or just bored and wandering. or jester is looking for a trade, or there on the traveler's business? :o

my friend, I love this prompt, and I think...oh yes...it’s day 4 of @beaujester-week​.......

Day 4 | Fairy Tale AU

Beau awoke.

That, in and of itself, was unsurprising. Beau had certainlysurvived much wilder nights before in her short time on this earth. Nott’stwenty-first birthday, for example. Caleb’s thirty-second. Molly’s third. Now thathad been a strange event, not least of all because he was much older thanthree. But judging by the pounding sensation in Beau’s head, whatever they’dbeen up to yesterday must have been worse than any of those parties combined.

There had been...beer. And a lot of M&Ms. Then they’ddecided to drink by the lake. And then, at some point, Fjord had turned up,grinning and bearing a whole bottle of tequila…

Beau groaned again, then shifted around. This mattress was alot harder than she remembered. Maybe it was time—

This wasn't a mattress.

Headache forgotten, she was on her feet in seconds.

She looked around.

This was not her apartment. This wasn’t even the EastLake Park—which had been her next guess, just in case—but no, this wassomewhere else entirely. Her toes were buried in soft, shimmering moss, and aspring breeze, rather than autumn, brushed her hair. And her gaze, as ittrailed, up and up and up, saw nothing but massive, winding trees, trunks asthick as marble columns, stretching so high that they vanished into clouds.

The faint hum of insects, chirping birds filled thebranches. But there was...something else now, below the peace, somethingshaking, something pounding, something rattling the earth, growing louder andlouder and louder with every step; Beau just barely had time to whirl around,to raise her hands before her face and take a defensive stance and thensuddenly, inexplicably, bursting through the leaves, a shape dove forward,straight towards her, screamed—

“Oh, you came! Oh, thank goodness, you came!”

Beau flew backwards off her feet and went skidding into themoss. The shape above her threw its arms around her waist, and she was about tostart thrashing and whacking when, suddenly, the figure leaned back.

“Oh, I’m so happy you’re here!” it said. “Thank you,thank you, you’re saving my life!”

Beau stopped. The fight died on her tongue.

The shape perched atop her was a girl. Probably not anyolder than she, with a splash of freckles across her face. Dimples threatenedto burst from her smile, and above a button-nose, her eyes shone with cheer.

She was...well. Beau had to cough, but then she had to frownand cough harder, as she noticed a few more important details thatpricked danger at the back of the skull. 

Because along with a dazzling expression, this young girlalso had horns. Her teeth were sharp. And curling behind her, bright blue—aswas her skin—flicked a long, spaded, whip-like tail.

She blinked a couple times when Beau failed to speak.

“Um...hello?” She leaned in, even closer. “Is...isanybody home?” She waved her hand in front of Beau. “Hello? Are you...did I—oh,shoot, did I kill you?”

Beau couldn’t stop staring at her eyes. They were...purple.Her pupils were purple, and glimmered with a sort of otherworldly light.

She managed, after a strangled moment:

“I, uh...no, I...I’m still alive.”

The girl—was she a girl?—perked up immediately.

“Oh, great! Thank goodness. I was starting to getworried, you know.”

She sat back and crossed her arms, still pressed atop Beau’slegs.

“So, what’s the plan, new friend? How are we going to getout of here?”

“Out of...out...what?”

The girl sighed. “You are the human, aren’tyou? The one who answered my call last night?”

“Your...call?”

She raised an eyebrow.

“My ring. Those bluebells? By the lake?” 

She loomed over Beau once again, quite close. Beau had tofight the urge to duck away.

“What’s your name, anyway?” the girl asked. “I’m Jester.It’s nice to meet you!”

“It’s, uh...it’s nice to meet you too. I’m...I...”

Something in the girl’s intense gaze gave her pause. Italmost seemed like it was waiting to pounce. And in that beat of hesitation,Jester sighed. 

“Oh, you tricky, tricky humans,” she shrugged. “You neverwant to be polite. You never share your names! But it’s fine, I’m in a hurry,and you took my invitation anyway.” She leaned back and gaze a nod. “So comeon, come on, did you bring any weapons?” She started patting the sides ofBeau’s pockets. “I can smell the iron all over you.”

The human of the two finally pulled herself free andscrambled backwards in the moss. Her mind was swimming with headache andconfusion, and the sudden vague memory of ringing bluebells didn’t help. 

“You—w—oh my god, okay. Okay, okay…” Beau raised ahand. “...okay. Look. This is...what’s happening?”

Jester, freshly-thrown off her perch, gave a huff.

“I’m asking you to do what I called you for!” she cried. “Tohelp me fight the guy who’s after me. The lord of, uh, well...of my court.”

Beau didn’t think her eyebrows could go higher, and yet shestill managed another inch.

“The lord of your court? Are you royalty, orsomething?”

Jester rolled her eyes. “Come on, don’t you know anything?Why would you even take this job if you didn’t?”

Beau threw her arms into the air. She was getting tired ofplaying echo.

“But I didn’t do anything!” she yelled. “I have no ideawhat you’re talking about! The last thing I remember is that I was by thelake, spending time with my fucking friends! This...this whatever, it...it’sjust bullshit!” And then she paused, almost as an afterthought.

“...oh wait, shit, am I just tripping?” She gently tappedthe side of her head. “God did Molly spike our dr—”

“Ahem!” 

Beau glanced up. She produced a sardonic smile.

“Yeah? What?”

Jester huffed. “Look,” she said, and scootedforwards, “look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, now. AllI do know is that you stepped into my ring, after I sent out a cry forhelp. So here you are! You’re here to help! Humans are always good at thatstuff, your kind are always good at fighting my kind. Believe me, otherwise,I’d have nothing to do with you.”

“Oh, gee,” Beau said, nose wrinkling. “Great, well,I’m just so honored.”

Jester nodded curtly, completely missed her tone. 

“Good! You should be! It’s not every day you visit the fae.Of course, it seems like your first t—hey, where are you going?!”

Beau had risen to her feet, was flicking pieces of moss offher legs. She glowered as Jester met her gaze.

“I’m going home,” she snapped. “I don’t care aboutthis lord you pissed off, and I certainly don’t care about this deal! I didn’task to be transported here. And...and maybe there was something or anotherabout bluebells, honestly I was really fucked up last night. Allof this is just a misunderstanding!” 

“What?! Girl, you—”

“No!” she stomped her foot, “don’t you ‘girl’ me! I happento be an adult, thank you! And I seriously don’t appreciate you tacklingme like that!” She shook her fist, and behind her, the bushes rustled. “Imean jeez, I don’t have the best manners, but would it kill you to justbe nice for a b—”

Jester’s annoyed postured had faltered. She tilted her headinto the forest behind Beau, which only enraged the jilted human more.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished yet! Don’t interr—”

“But there—”

“No!” Beau growled, and something else did too. “No, fuckthis, I’ve had enough!”

“No, you stupid human—”

“You—you stupid w—”

“Oh, for fuck’s—girl, turn around!”

Beau spun just in time to see a massive, toothy maw miss herhead by inches. Jester had practically flown off the ground, grabbed her by thearms and hurled them both past the trees, skidding to a halt between twognarled roots. Above them, now, the woods had gone still, absolutely silent andeerie—save for a low, breathy sound, a labored, heavy, saliva-coated snarl.

Beau felt her rage retreated. She quickly glanced at Jester,pressed against her in the dirt.

Man, she really is kind of c—Christ, now is notthe time.

Jester, unfortunately, looked similarly panicked. Her eyesdarted back towards Beau.

“Well?” she whispered urgently. “Now’s your time! This isone of Sharp’s lackeys!”

“Sharp’s what?”

“Shhh! Don’t say his name! This is the feywild, nameshave power.”

“But—but you said it first!”

Jester ignored this. She once again stuck her hand intoBeau’s pockets.

“Well?” she hissed. “Where’s your weapon? I smelliron all over you! It’s honestly starting to make me feel sick.”

“Weapon? Iron?” Beau blinked. “You meanthese?”

She reached into her shorts and, with mild sheepishness,produced a handful of metal ball bearings.

And in the long pause that ensued, Jester just sat there andstared at her palm. The growling, snuffling, panting was getting closer.

And then the faerie closed her eyes. She dragged her fingersdrown her face.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned. “We’re doomed.”

[theradioghost]

you got me into the mechanisms and i'm both resigned and grateful

honestly a fair reaction

[potatoesandsunshine]

“Will you dance with me, Martinet?” [...] Chaos, the Traveler sighs in her ear, but she doesn’t acknowledge him either. She needs—she needs to see things from a new angle, a new environment, she needs to know. It’s not just about getting Caleb out of this conversation, it’s about learning the Cerberus Assembly which seems more and more like a collection of enemies with each passing day. It’s about learning the Martinet, who finds her so off-putting, and learning who he is outside of his own [..]

thanks so much for the ask! this is a pull from the best things (happen while you’re dancing)  which is a little episode-97 divergence fic i wrote

the absolute best part of writing this fic (beyond jester trapping essek in societal convention) was delving into her relationship with the martinet(putting the rest of this under the cut because it’s a long commentary!)

i am absolutely fascinated by the m9’s connections to the cerberus assembly, especially the connections beyond caleb; we have the link between yeza an the mages forcing him to work on the beacon, which i feel informs much more of nott’s opinions on justice and revenge than we give it credit for, and we have (through the force of her personality and her position as the person who usually communicates for the party through the sending spell) jester and the martinet. this may seem like a long lead up but i brought all of this with me into writing the fic; in this moment i wanted to establish a few things:first, that jester views the cerberus assembly as a threat. so much of her approach to enemies comes from unnerving them or somehow coming at them from an unexpected direction; the martinet is present and this is an opportunity to bring him into new circumstances. jester spends so much of this fic actively gathering information, while the other characters around her are more passive observers. this is an instance where i wanted to show that.second, that it’s not just about saving caleb. if it were, jester would be asking him to dance; i considered this for a nice parallel to their dance back in hupperdook, but ultimately decided against it. (it felt too light-hearted for the tone i was aiming for; i wanted this fic to be about confronting new challenges, not callbacks to sweet moments)third, that the martinet sees jester as, if not an active threat than as at least a potential one. if he weren’t curious about her in return (which i feel like we have in-text evidence of, but that’s a longer post to make some other time) he wouldn’t be entertaining the invitation.basically, my dream antagonistic relationship is jester vs. ludinus da'leth. not because of the idea that she’s some sunshine-and-rainbows opponent for him, but because he’s so deeply involved in the creation and maintenance of power structures in the empire and she’s a force of charismatic chaos with no strings for him to easily pull. he’s genuinely scary to me; i think she’s allowed to be scary too and i think we could see it in their opposition

[lacependragon]

you: filler chapter of str shenanigans // me: CHAPTER FULL OF STR SHENANIGANS!!!!

You’re so valid. Thank you!

[primordialwhale]

vex song/songs? :D

ok sorry this took a moment unlike w/ her brother I do NOT have a vex playlist ready to go but!

I Can’t Breathe - Stitched Up Heart

a younger Vex living with her father longing for somewhere she actually belongs

“Oh out thereThere's somewhere I belongI wanna know, I just wanna know, oh”

tip toes - half•alive

oh i can see this as a v. good song for her, specifically when they’re about to go to Syngorn again for the first time in forever. Y’know, the “do i look like I come from money” moment? yeah then.

“Leaving my heart behind is bleedingBut still my pride is screamingMy future will listen to meListen to me, listen to me”

Demons (Acoustic) - Icon For Hire 

After the conflict with Saundor

“Oh fight back your demonsDon’t let them take you downOh scream like you mean itMake me believe you now”

[fagderolo]

honestly i'm laughing i never rec'd magnus as a kin bc i didn't want to inflict the shadowhunter writing on you. but you took it onto yourself and if i did NOT kin that glittery warlock i would have been honestly shocked. also i wish i could suggest someone i think you would kin but i'm coming up w a big ole zero there

fbhbjfdbjhdhb TO BE FAIR fjord has been saying im (his specifically) magnus for like… The longest time it was only a matter of time b4 i kinned him

hes like… my Brand. its, it makes a lot of sense. he says and does so many things. its. yeah.

thank u!

[suzukiblu]

WELCOME BACK!!! mcgenji and sharing a bed for the headcanon thing?

Thank you! And yesssss good MY NEW FAVORITE PAIRING BLESS U

In Blackwatch, sharing a bed with Genji Shimada is Dangerous. He is angry, defensive, full of nightmares, and oh yeah, also FULL OF KNIVES. He also doesn’t necessarily have the right INSTINCTS with all those knives, due to them randomly popping out of him in various places, so the first time Jesse falls asleep near him bleeding is involved. And that was just then both passing out on the trip back from a mission, not even them in the same BED. 

Jesse is an easy-going guy, of course, so who minds a little extra scarring between teammates? Although okay, it’s some pretty bad scarring. Like, geez, Shimada, do you EVER pull your hits? (Genji does not ever pull his hits. Jesse’s only not dead because he’s a really, really good agent himself.) So Jesse has some new scars, Angela’s fussing over him, and Genji’s escaped to go lock himself in his room. Yeah, that’s about usual for a successful Blackwatch mission. 

Two missions later, Genji gets severely concussed and wakes up in Jesse’s arms, being carried back to the drop ship. He doesn’t INTENTIONALLY panic and stab him with both of the knives in his calves, okay, it just kinda . . . happens. Jesse does a lot of swearing and then it’s Genji carrying HIM back to the drop ship and this is MORE THAN A LITTLE EXTRA SCARRING, GENJI. 

Genji is sorry. Sort of. Not really. McCree didn’t HAVE to pick him up, he would’ve been FINE. There’s more than a few metal plates in his head, for one, and he’s healed up from worse. Obviously. 

Genji is not allowed to sleep in his severely concussed state. Jesse passes out from exhaustion about five seconds after Moira finishes stitching him up, and ends up slumped on Genji’s shoulder. Genji is not thrilled, but . . . well, he DID stab the guy. Twice. He can put up with being his pillow for a couple hours. Although Jesse really should’ve picked the NON-metal shoulder for that, he thinks. 

After they get back to the base and get put into seperate hospital beds to recuperate from their various scrapes and stab wounds, Genji spends the rest of the night wishing he could sleep and not thinking at ALL about how easy it would be to slip into Jesse’s bed with him. 

[werebatz]

Hey!

1. First impression: gosh idk i think u were one of the first blogs i followed when i started getting into either taz or critrole.....

2. Truth is: u have a rly good blog for all sorts of things!!! :0

3. How old do you look: have i ever seen ur face? i dont think i have?? idk but based on ur blog u always seem around 20-24

4. Have you ever made me laugh: we haven’t directly interacted much but ur posts have !

5. Have you ever made me mad: nah i don’t rly get mad

6. Best feature: i don’t know ur face .. i honestly pretty much visualize vax when i think of u bc the url...

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nope! i don’t rly like.. crush on people from tumblr ever

8. You’re my: mutual that i silently appreciate when u interact with my posts.. c:

[cactusthemes]

your themes are so pretty and colorful!! and usually i hate header themes because they make my blog feel cramped, but you have honestly changed my mind with that. you have super creative ideas and honestly i'm having a really hard time picking a theme of yours to use haha! i looked through all of your codes and then your theme rec page and i feel like i've discovered a new side of theme tumblr - one bright and with nice big font sizes! :P thank you so much for all your work

Hey! Thank you so much for the compliments ^^ I don’t know if you noticed, but I really love header themes :p And yeah, the font size thing is an issue I’ve noticed - I get preferring small fonts but they’re really hard to read smetimes haha. I’m so glad you like my themes and I hope you continue to like what I put out!!!

[strawbebbynya]

13 & 16?

13. How many d&d characters have you made?

+20

16. What is your favorite spell?

Not sure! I really love eldritch blast i p good

[primrose-path-of-dalliance]

hunk & lance: well, i TRIPLE dog dare you!

“Well, I triple dog dare you!”

Hunk shook a finger at Lance, glaring but unable to rant at him with proper outrage at the pettiness of a triple dog dare because otherwise the target of their dare might---

Shiro muttered under his breath. Both of them glanced down with terrified eyes, but the mutters only trailed off into a sigh as he turned to put his back to them and bury his face into the couch pillows. They let out simultaneous breaths of relief before Hunk returned to his glaring.

“You almost woke him up,” he accused.

“Well, we have to if we want to play Mario Kart,” Lance hissed, gesturing at the now-dark TV they had turned off after finding Shiro asleep on the couch with the menu screen of The Princess Bride on.

“Then you wake him up.”

Lance stared at him, the righteous fury conflicting with unease at the idea of waking up Shiro when he was still exhausted from coming back to life, mingling with a sympathetic terror at the prospect of the others finding out they’d woken him up from a nap when Shiro could still barely sleep at night. “Fuck no.”

Hunk raised his palms in a ‘so there.’ “Then we’re not playing Mario Kart.”

Lance ran a hand through his hair, pressing his lips together. Together, they looked down at Shiro right as he snored softly into the pillows, the muscles of his shoulders and back utterly relaxed.

“Let’s take pictures instead,” Lance whispered, reverent.

“My thoughts exactly.”

(send a pairing & an opening sentence for a six-sentence fic)

[fwishbone]

i feel like i should warn u abt the incoming notification spam from me. like ik i went crazy on the liking but then i went back and queued from all that so. there's gonna be A Lot. i hope that doesn't make u uncomfortable and if it does u have my apologies!

LOL no worries, i dont mind!

[demi-romantics]

Heard u were feeling bad so take some cute animals and scenery that felt magical!!

Poly Edit: Ahh thank you for all these pictures! They are really nice. And I love the fairy circle :0 !

[elftwink]

@transvaxildan replied to your post “trusted mutuals. any of yall got any fic recs. ”

*eyeball emoji* i am here queer and read too much fanfic. what are you looking for/

taz fics mostly, preferably on the shorter side (like 10k or under) & not explicit, something that ends on a high note and doesn't have any archive warnings (or if its not on ao3, none of them would apply if it were to be crossposted) is my usual fic criteria & i'm mostly into canon ships(+ lupc//retia sjdhjghs)/dynamics. uhhh specifically if you know any where the plot is action based (like, the conflict is outside of the main cast of the fic & there is conflict in the first place) thats cool too but i know i'm not phrasing that well + it's not that important anyway so dw about it.

which like. i know if vague and probably one billion fics fall into that category but also rooting through ao3 search results gives me a migraine

also tysm for offering whether or not you have anything!!! tbh you could probably just throw a link to whatever you like at me and i’ll read it i’m actually not that picky beyond ‘isn’t horrifyingly offensive’. 

[fagderolo]

(it was your name i censored)

hbfshdfhbdfb i was like pretty sure but thank u

[borntobewildcodes]

Hello! I'm using your profile box widget on my sideblog @citrus-afternoon, and the box won't open on both the customization page and the index page. Did I copy the code wrong?? I'm not entirely sure what the issue is here. Thank you for your time!!

Hello! I am not sure what the issue could be, but try adding the code with scripts at the bottom of the of the theme you’re using.