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an-ungraceful-swan · 2 years ago

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Official Kotlc Ship Tier Ranking!

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No thoughts. Just Them

Fitz and Keefe - in love with Sophie? Nah. In love with each other. One of my favorite dynamics tbh

Sophie and Biana - an old favorite, my first queer ship that i kept. Absolutely adorable. I thought you liked my brother? Nope? <3

Sophie and Stina - should be my personality. Hekster is the best ship actually

Marella and Linh - fire water dynamic? The best. Powers you’re afraid of? “Additional training”? Mwah

Marella and Biana - they dated precanon no one can convince me otherwise

Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz - love triangle solved. Sophie has two hands. They are in love your honor

Sophie and Glimmer - I have a fic about this. It worked it’s way into my heart

Tiergan and Prentice - I thank @gay-otlc for this one. <2

I am your average enjoyer

Grady and Edaline - two words. Domestic fluff. (Also angst)

Maruca and Biana - I saw this ship as little miss perfect and was never normal again

Quinlin and Alden - and they were cognates

Cyrah, Prentice, and Tiergan - honestly a flex by Wylie to have three parents

Della and Livvy - qualden and dellivvy is mlm wlw solidarity

Stina, Maruca, Marella, and Linh - four horse girls of the apocalypse is iconic tbh

I could be intrigued

Keefe and Dex - I almost wrote something for this. It has to be done well or I don’t like it though

Fitz and Dex - Fitz sees it as friends to lovers Dex sees it as enemies to lovers and they are in love. It’s great.

Sophie and Keefe - I see the appeal, and I could be convinced it’s just.., meh

Fitz, Keefe, and Dex - interesting in theory. They all take dex’s last name

Maruca and Stina - nothing wrong with it, would love to draw it.

Marella and Stina - I would call them friends but I wrote about it and now it’s stuck in my head. Redheks for life

Tiergan and Alden - exes 100%

Cyrah and Prentice - the angst potential

Keefe and Tam - I dunno. I can appreciate it but it doesn’t hit the spot.

Fintan and Bronte - not my cup of tea but the dynamic tho. Never being able to be together, and being feared, lovers to enemies.

Kenric and Oralie - adorable. Wish we could see more

Fintan and Dimitar - an interesting ship. That’s all I’ll say.

Tam and Fitz - heheh titz

Linh and Glimmer - linh is salty because of glimmer taking her brother? No. She’s in love with glimmer and is jealous

Better off friends

Sophie and Fitz - I have an essay on this I promise. They really are ough

Dex and Linh - guys. Guys come one. They are friends

Bo and Ro - I have 0 feelings toward this and I want it to stay that way.

Marella and Tam - this feels like jamming two Barbie dolls together but worse.

Della and Alden - I would get front row seats to their divorce

Sophie and Linh - I don’t see it. Interesting in theory, in execution they should be friends.

Sophie and Tam - I am manifesting their friendship in stellarlune

Marella and Keefe - they are gay in opposite directions trust me Shannon said so

Why tho? You did this for what?

Sophie and Dex - one word. Cousins.

Keefe and Biana - this feels like a crime

Tam and Biana - this has been done well once, otherwise it just feels pointless

Marella and Jensi - like a two year old mixing cake and ketchup

Tam and Glimmer - this will happen and it makes my blood boil

I will fight these shippers in a dennys parking lot

Fitz and Linh - I don’t know why but this will be the death of me

Wylie and Linh - *singing* wylie is an adult. Wylie is an adult.

Stina and Fitz - I have seen this once and I immediately realized this person hated both of them.

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silvysartfulness · 3 years ago

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I got tagged by @ameliarating and @veliseraptor to do this writer meme thing!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Six. I only started posting fic on AO3 last year. Before that, many long years ago, I used my own websites and LiveJounal.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

177481. The absolute majority of which is of course Heaven Has A Road.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, only The Untamed.

But before that, I've written for Disney Afternoon's Aladdin, Slayers, Kingdom Hearts, Assassin's Creed, and one-shot fics for my own original verses as well as my friends'.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Heaven Has A Road But No One Walks It at 1194, unsurprisingly. It's my magnum opus on AO3.

Blanket Statement at 302. The first fic I wrote for the Untamed, and the first thing I posted on AO3 (Thank you, Lise, for holding my hand and walking me through it!)

And To Many More at 169

High Noon In Deserted City at 96, which is sort of funny, since it's just a picture and about 1000 words. But the premise is fun! Still hoping for some hungry writer to adopt it and write something for it. :)

Self-Inflicted at 75.

Which checks out, I guess – the longest fic with the most readers comes first, then the fluff, then the funny and finally the angsty and fucked up. XD

I still suspect The Plotbunny of Doom / The Renegades for Kingdom Hearts would score as my all time highest, though, if LJ likes and comments translated to the AO3 format. That fic took me and two friends three whole years to write together, was 104 chapters long and over 300k.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I really try! Comments mean everything to me, and I want to reply to them all! But when I'm low on spoons (which is unfortunately often) I fall hopelessly behind, and then the catching up becomes an impossible-looking chore in and of itself.

I should really set some time aside every day to catch up on the last few chapters' worth of comments... I do love the interaction and discussion a good comment can spawn!

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hm... I write a ton of angst, but only a few actually have sad endings. I'd say Eaten counts, as does Self-Inflicted, I guess. TPBoD had a very open ending that was still definitely on the somewhat hopeless side.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Mm, it's not usually my favourite genre (though I mean, the whole Kingdom Hearts verse is a crossover in and of itself) but it depends a lot on the source material. I guess TPBoD might soft-count, since we tossed in a bunch of non-canon references with all the world-jumping.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not as such? Oh yeah, I do recall getting a very upset comment on a non-con fic I wrote back in the KH days, by someone who couldn't conceive how you could claim to love a character and then write such horrible things happening to them. But you get those occasionally. Look, crushing my favourite characters is therapy. Doesn't mean I don't love them.

The Russian fandom are loudly aggressive in their comments on some chapters of Heaven Has A Road, but that's more focused on the characters, not me personally.

On the whole, I've been pretty spared. But then, there's little point in sending hate; I just block.

Do you write smut? if so what kind?

Oh, absolutely. Haven't really gotten to that point in the posted chapters of Heaven Has A Road yet, but we're about to unleash it aplenty in the upcoming ones.

What kind? Most kinds, I guess? Soft and fluffy, aggressive and snarly, consensual, dubcon, non-con. Mostly mlm but I've written het, too. Can't remember if I've written wlw, but I've certainly headcanoned/drawn it. A bit of kink is nice.

I prefer focusing on the chemistry and sensations when I write porn, rather than detailed physical smacking and squelching and body fluids, but that's just my personal preference and writing style.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? Not that I can remember? I have my art stolen regularly, and I've had my online identity stolen, but I don't think anyone's stolen anything I've written...

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Heaven Has A Road is being translated into Russian, and I'm insanely honoured and flattered!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes – TPBoD aka The Plot Bunny of Doom, aka The Renegades, for Kingdom Hearts. I wrote it over ten years ago together with a friend and my now wife. It was a monster of a fic, I think about 320k, and the fact that we were three people helping and pushing and encouraging each other really helped keep it going!

I don't know if I would have the focus for something like it now, but it was an amazing experience I'll always treasure.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh man, that changes with each hyperfixation... I may have to say Marluxia/Vexen for Kingdom Hearts, simply because it's a ship that's been around in my life for so long. I still occasionally go back to read favourite bits of the fics I wrote for them, including TPBoD.

Currently it's SongXueXiao from The Untamed, of course, and a very strong contender overall! I've dabbled a bit in poly ships before, but this is the first time I have one as my main, and I'm love them.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Uh. I don’t really have any? Because of my burnout-brain, I can only really focus on one major project at a time, and that's currently heaven has A Road. And I'm really, really hoping I will be able to finish it!

It's all plotted out, I just need to write the stupid thing. Working on it.

What are your writing strengths?

Hm, I'd say that I've developed a voice/prose over the years that I'm actually quite happy with! And I'm good at conveying/invoking emotion, if going solely by how many people comment that I've made them cry. :D

I enjoy writing dialogue, and I love working with layers of symbolism.

What are your writing weaknesses?

The actual writing process. 🙄 I'm extremely uneven and unstructured in getting the actual words down. Also convoluted and inflated text at times - sometimes I write a lot of words without actually saying anything. And English is my second language, so just nailing the correct phrasing and grammar can be a headache at times.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If it impacts the plot – like the POV character not understanding it, then maybe. And using terms that can't be translated, absolutely! Other than that, there's little point in making a text harder for the reader to grasp by tossing in whole sections in another language for clout. Is my personal view, at least, of course other writers may disagree.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

My first online fandom that I wrote fic for was Disney Afternoon's Aladdin show. Before that, I wrote original fic. And before that, before the internet was A Thing, I'd write and draw for stories that captivated me, just for my own entertainment. If you count that, I'd probably say Phantom of the Opera was my first – I had a whole ”everyone is a horse because that's what I know how to draw” AU when I was about 10 or so, that I'd draw lots of pictures for. When I was even younger, I used to make up stories for my younger brothers, based on movies and series we had watched together. I've always been a storyteller, one way or another, if only in my own head. I wouldn't know how not to.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I would have to say Heaven Has A Road, even though it's still unfinished. It's the first work of that sheer scope I have ever attempted by myself, and I'm honestly insanely proud of myself for what I have accomplished already!

Second would be TPBoD – The Renegades. Even though that was a shared effort, it's a very long fic that we managed to bring all the way to its intended conclusion, and I'm very proud of that, too!

Plus there are bits of both these fics I really like, and that I will go back and read for my own enjoyment occasionally.

tagging: @orodrethsgeek, @ebonykain, @fromaliminalspace, @chigrima, @soawen

#asksilvy #i guess #long post

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notasapleasure · 4 years ago

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Lymond for the ask meme?

Thanks! Sorry it took me a few days to answer :D

Fandom asks:

the first character i ever fell in love with: I think probably Christian Stewart. Or maybe Turkey Mat, I can't recall who I latched onto first in GoK, but...it didn't end well for me either way. Though I think I always suspected Turkey Mat was a gonner, he gives off such a heavy vibe of Retirony. a character that i used to love/like, but now do not: hmmm my feelings about Sibylla grew a lot more complicated through Checkmate - not, I stress, for her backstory, but for her actions in Checkmate. a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not: I don't know that I can think of one. my ultimate favorite character™: I latched onto Jerott, for reasons I can't entirely fathom (ok, there may be something about being the less naturally talented second, hanging around with people who quote things effortlessly and feeling like you're incapable of the kind of verbal wit they display so naturally, feeling like you're missing the point half the time). But he sticks around for Francis, even when he can't really figure out why, and Francis lets him help (or can't stop him from helping) at times when no one else is brave/stupid enough to try it. Jerott's struggle to understand Francis and his self-destructive side is actually something that can be so personal idek. I can't stand the man when he's around Marthe, but around Francis he's willing to learn and strive in a way that doesn't seem to come to him otherwise. prettiest character: are Francis's hands a character? my most hated character: Bailey. No question. Grotesque, horrible man. my OTP: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's Francis/Jerott. But I am an easy-going, ship and let ship multishipper and Francis/Philippa brings me much delight too, especially. Um. Post-canon, let's say. I'm also being slowly won round by the idea of Jerott/Danny. Slowly. my NOTP: Jerott/Marthe keep! them! away! from! each! other!!! This is the opposite of mlm/wlw solidarity it's two people who bring out the absolute worst in each other, one of whom actively goes out of her way to encourage the most destructive and self-destructive habits in the other. Ughhghfdgdhf I hate it why did she ever agree to marry him. favorite episode: hmm favourite scene? It's hard to choose over the whole course of books. I famously love the horse show in PiF, but that's because I always forget about Jerott shouting homophobic slurs :/ The hall of revels is of course delightful - though I maybe slightly prefer the wet and muddy ride where Philippa follows Francis out to Bailey's house. Any and all rooftop shenanigans, with Robin, Jerott and Philippa. And any scene with Kate Somerville. I also really love the scene with Marthe and Danny towards the end of Checkmate. saddest death: wow. well how do you choose? I'm going to stick with Christian - for the sheer pointlessness of it and for the way Margaret Douglas crows about it. favorite season: my favourite book is Disorderly Knights. I love how vivid the sense of place is in all the books, but it's highlighted so well by the switch from Scotland to Malta and back again. In terms of Lymond getting caught up in Actual Historical Disasters it's my favourite too, because he's brought along as a witness, but isn't actually close enough to the powers leading things in DK to have any influence on averting the disaster - the cruelty of the way things go wrong for him in TRC I find particularly painful because he's there to be a voice that understands what we already know about history and he's in a position to be listened to, but he can't be listened to because that's not how things happened. In DK he can be apppalled by the Knights but the stakes are different, he can succeed in small actions to save people - rallying the farmers and helping Salablanca and stopping the explosion - but he's not made it his fight in the same way. Ok, there's a bit of the actual painful history in terms of Will and Wat's deaths, and Wat's death in particular hit hard for me - but again it doesn't feel like something where Lymond's trying to negotiate with someone who *can't* listen for historical reasons (Ivan), but like someone desperately trying to hold things together even as entropy takes hold, which I think is just more relatable/timeless than the advisor not being listened to role. Also I love Philippa's arc in DK, and we have Margaret Erskine around still, who's an absolute lamb, and Gabriel's a fantastically awful, quietly unhinged villain, and Jerott's redemption in parallel to Philippa's and the tragedy of Joleta. It's a story where Francis realises the importance of control - of the self, but also of information and all the vying parties around him - and though he maybe does not come to healthy conclusions about it, with PiF as a digression, it leads directly into the kind of person he is in TRC. least favorite season: it took me longest to read QP, I think because I had no patience with the eleventy million French courtiers who were referred to in various ways, by various titles, and many of whom were actual historical figures and I wasn't sure to what extent I needed to be aware of this. But I think TRC left me...cold *puts on sunglasses* more than the others. There's a lot that I like about it, but reading it wasn't *fun* like reading most of the others was (ok so I'm sorry, the torture of two toddlers and crippling opium addiction is fun to me in a way that seeing a character regress into emotional frigidity and make a series of inevitably pointless attempts to change history isn't). The last quarter has some fun bits, to be sure - Philippa at court is a delight, and the hall of revels - and of course there's everything in TRC that is touched by Daniel Hislop the bishop's bastard and perfectly pansexual agent of chaos this book needed. But the Russian bits, my god, too bleak for me, too hopeless, especially when you know about Chancellor. character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate: I'm not sure there is one? I don't *love* Gabriel as a villain to quite the extent some of fandom does, and I definitely don't stan Marthe as hard as lots of you (and I constantly feel like a bad person because of it, don't worry). my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave: Jerott, obviously. my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave: Christian, she is a cinnamon roll in a way that many others who nevertheless deserve better are not. my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship: ngl I will read Gabriel/Francis/Jerott because it's so fucked up and the idea of them fighting over Jerott spiritually, intellectually and physically all at once is great. my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship: I guess Kate/Adam? It's a bit sudden, but I really just want nice things for both of them by that point.

#lymond chronicles #lymond #lymond spoilers #fandom asks #ask meme

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moveslikebuckywrites · 6 years ago

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Beautiful Distraction

Summary: The heat and humidity in Lemoyne is frustrating. So is laundry. So are emotions. The burgeoning feelings you have for the widow from Colter are making chores difficult.

Ship: Sadie Adler x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Rating: G, nothing super crazy here just a short fluff piece that popped in my head today.

Notes: My first attempt at a wlw fic and my first attempt at a Red Dead Redemption fic, hope y’all like it!

Also on AO3 here

If there was one thing in this world you hated, it was the humidity of the swamp. If there was one thing you hated more than that, it was laundry. It was your turn on washing duty, the least favorite of the long list of chores that were not your favorite. The washboard scratched up your fingers and staying on your knees made your back hurt. But fair was fair, and it was your turn in rotation.

You’d been with the gang a few months, it wasn’t your first choice. Troubles you’d rather not revisit meant this was the safest place for you. Safety in numbers and all that.

If you’d had it your way, you’d be doing some of the harder work. Feeding the horses or chopping the firewood. You had tended to fields, fed the pigs, gotten dirty for most of your life. If there’s one thing ol’ Grimshaw hated it was dirty.

Then Sadie had shown up, back in Colter, all sadness and heartbreak. You’d felt for her then, tried to be a friend along with the other girls. Figured she’d be gone when you got to Valentine, but she stuck around. Y’all got on like a house on fire; two farm girls in a world of gangsters. For her, it was revenge. For you, it was survival. Tough world out there for a girl with no one to provide.

You understood the need for the gang to lay low, but of all places, why Lemoyne? You thought you’d left this place far behind, after what the raiders had done to your parents’ farm. But here you were again. In the swamp and the stickiness, the humidity making your heavy skirt cling to you as you did the washing. Sweat rolling down your neck but finding no breeze for relief; only adding to the general discomfort of the current times.

This morning Sadie had threatened to murder Pearson over the crap chores she had to do. Arthur had taken her into town with him so she could have some space and, frankly, that made the day kind of boring. You spent most of your time together, doing the chores the other ladies didn’t want to. It was easier to pass the time with a kindred spirit. Something about Sadie just made you happier, when she wasn’t in camp you’d find yourself back on edge again.

You related to her in ways you couldn’t relate to anyone else in camp. Y’all understoodeach other. Understood what it was like to lose people, what it was like to work for a living. You liked her. Maybe a little toomuch.

For years you’d been aware of your inclinations towards women over men. At first, you’d thought it was from a place of jealousy. This girl’s hair was so pretty and looked so soft; or this girl had the prettiest green eyes you’d ever seen and yours were no match for their depth. One woman’s breasts were nicer, or maybe her voice was softer. They were always compared to yourself, without you realizing you weren’t actually jealous at all. Attempts to date men were lackluster at best. You just couldn’t see what the big draw was. Men were coarse and mean, you could count the number of decent ones you’d met on one hand.

Things changed during your twenties. Some drunks in a saloon had offered you and a friend 30 bucks to make out. Flat broke and desperate for food, you did. That’s when you realized that lust and attraction were supposed to have sparks, that those things you’d called jealousy were admiration. You wanted to be the one running your fingers through that pretty and soft hair or staring into those deep green eyes of an old friend or hearing a soft gentle voice whispering in your ear.

Sadie was just something else. The honey blonde hair, the quick and easy laugh, that low country drawl hardened by years of hard work. You’d never met a woman like her, and you were pretty sure you never would again. But these things were still frowned upon, and with her being a widow you were sure she could never feel the same. These had been the thoughts swirling amid your frustrations. The culmination of the heat, the sweat, this place, Grimshaw’s griping, and your unrequited feelings had brewed up the perfect storm.

When you saw Sadie come sauntering back into camp, you felt an even deeper pang of frustration. And saunter was the word for it, she’d gotten some new duds in Rhodes and you couldn’t help but stare. She had her pistol belts swung down low on her hips, her cloud of blonde hair pulled back messily with her wide hat brim covering her eyes. She looked like a hero from the Saint Denis picture shows and you completely lost focus on the washing. You sat there staring, not moving, not daring to.

Now you were certain you’d never meet anyone like her again. The pure audacity she had to have to do that, in this camp full of outlaws. To step up and say Nah, screw you guys and your ‘woman’s work’, I’m gonna be one of you or damn you all to hell; without actually saying a word at all. And now she was walking towards you, and you couldn’t even speak. It was like being caught in the crosshairs.

She flicked the brim of her hat up and turned one corner of her mouth into a mischievous grin as she approached you, “Whatcha think, Y/N? Pretty spiffy huh?” She spun around posing, waiting for your opinion.

“You…you look amazing, Sadie,” you stammered out. She was beautiful; absolutely stunning in fully being herself for the first time since you met her in Colter.

“As long as I look like someone oughta take me seriously,” she laughed as she sat on the ground next to you, propping herself up with her arms behind her back. Her shoulder was uncomfortably close to yours, making any concentration impossible. “I swear, Y/N, these fellas don’t know nothin’. Think if you’re a woman all you’re good for is cookin’ and cleanin’. Grimshaw don’t help none.”

“Everybody’s gotta do their part, I guess,” you say, unable to look away from Sadie’s face. The setting sun was illuminating the loose hair falling from her messy ponytail, giving her an almost angelic glow. She was so fierce, like a wildfire. In quiet moments like these, the bravado faded. You could see her. The softness in her eyes, holding back the hurt she still felt at the loss of her husband. The small smile in the corners of her lips, hinting at happy memories being recalled. The faint flush on her cheeks, highlighting the smattering of freckles from her time outside in the sun. She could tell you so much without saying a word, without even knowing she was telling you at all.

Her eyes always drew you in, bright and hazel, warm like the sun. They practically glittered when she was happy, and you loved seeing that. Like you were seeing it just then.

“You alive in there, Y/N? You’re awfully quiet, and you been starin’ at me for a while.”

Shit. Busted. You were so caught up you hadn’t noticed she’d been looking right back at you. It was strange for you to be at a loss for words, and yet here you were.

“Sorry, Sadie, I guess I was just caught up,” you smile at her apologetically, she just laughs.

“So, tell me honestly, cuz your opinion is the one I care about most here,” she says as she leans in closer to whisper, “Do I actually look cool, or do I look like I’m tryin’ too hard?”

“You’re beautiful, Sadie,” you say almost breathlessly before you can stop yourself. She’s only inches from your face, your mind is in a haze unable to think clearly.

“Ya really think so, Y/N?” she says softly, leaning in even closer.

“Y-Yes…” you stammer, “I’ve always thought so.” You can feel the heat rise to your cheeks. This is a new situation, a completely different Sadie than the one that left camp this morning.

“Glad to hear it,” she said as she stared deep into your eyes. You felt vulnerable, almost naked. Like she could read your innermost thoughts.

Before you could register what was happening, you felt her hand on your chin as she captured your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss. You were frozen, too shocked to react. You still couldn’t quite believe it had happened as she pulled away, smirking.

“I’ll see ya around, Y/N,” she said as she stood to leave. She tipped her hat and walked away towards the tent she shared with Karen, spurs jingling with each step. All you could do was stare.

“I don’t mean to pry,” a voice from behind you said. You turned to see Charles working on a wood carving near the fire; you hadn’t known anyone else was nearby. “If I were you,” he said, “I would go after her.”

That snapped you out of it. Washing abandoned, you set off in search of Sadie.

#red dead redemption 2 #Sadie adler x f!reader #Sadie adler

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