#wildest woe

[the-whole-pursued]

The Wildest Woe

France is in the midst of being torn apart and reborn. Alexandre Chasten is a young Assassin of the French Brotherhood, who is slowly going through his own process of death and rebirth, gaining and losing in equal measure. Around him is his brother Theodore and his best friend Celeste, and standing before him, even more of a threat than the Templars, is himself.

Part I: 1789-1794

Part II: 1796-1800

Part III: 1800-1802

Main Characters

Alexandre Louis Chasten - A young Assassin who is attempting to find his place.

Théodore Millard Chasten - Alexandre's younger brother, one of the best Assassins of his age.

Céleste Touchard - Alexandre's childhood friend, also an Assassin.

Henri René Mason Bescond - Alexandre's lover, and a free agent who does not know about the war between Assassins and Templars.

Annabelle Manley - Second in command and wife to the Grandmaster of the British Rite of the Templar Order, and agent to France after the French Revolution. She has her own connection with someone important.

Taron Pickford - Templar member who answers to Annabelle. Has his own designs of the Templar order.

[ceruleanvermillion]

hes so funny

I’m tired of people acting like Zhongli is a serious and chill guy who would never cause problems on purpose as if he isn’t one of the biggest menaces out of the Seven. He used to throw mountains at Venti for annoying him. He, the god of history, starts fights among historians for shits and giggles. He tried to gaslight the Traveler into thinking he was totally not at the Chasm guys really Aether/Lumine you must be seeing things maybe you should go see Baizhu. When Qiqi wanted “Cocogoat” milk he was like “Oh yeah sure totally let’s go look for it” knowing damn well it was a wild goose chase. He made the Traveler sing to a flower and then was like “Oh would you look at that” when a Whooperflower jumped out to maul them. I love him. He’s like a cat pushing things off the counter to see how people react. I would pay to see him interact directly with Neuvillette because I know for a fact he’d get on that man’s nerves and argue about water tasting just to feel something. Furina used freedom from godhood to take a nap and Zhongli used it to give psychic damage to anyone who talks to him longer than 5 minutes. Iconic.

[inklore]

garage rooftop

premise: the lines of friendship or something more grow more blurry the longer your eyes move from each mole, his cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. and you really don't understand why the two of you hadn't become something more ages ago.

pairing: ben solo x (f)reader

word count: 1k

contents: college au, fluff like this is nothing but fluff with one sexual innuendo and that's it, friends to lovers, quick mention of han being a lackluster dad sorry it's for the plot.

note: let's ignore that i actually wrote this back in april and just never got around to editing it but now that i'm in my driver era i had to come back to it. the title is from this song that i highly rec listening to while reading <3

The way his face morphs into something that was once joyful and silly—the blissed high that paints your cheeks red from laughing too hard over being overheated from how weightless it feels to be laying on the roof of your apartment building. The space decked out with rugs, blankets, and cushions from past and current tenants, mostly college kids like yourselves. 

Making it the perfect place to get high and look up at the sky at night. The city lights outshine the stars, but the clouds—and the strain of ganja Poe recently snagged from his dealer—give the same ethereal effect. 

“Why haven’t we ever...”

“Ever what, Solo? Dated?” There’s a pause between your words, and a slow, sly smirk moves across your lips as you look over at him. “Fucked?” 

The blush painting his cheeks quickly moves down to his neck as he shakes his head in laughter, biting his lower lip to hide whatever feelings are currently making him look like a shy schoolboy—something he was far from. 

It’s the “both. Why haven’t we done any of it?” That makes you both fall silent. That makes the joyfulness fade and something else fill the air the longer the silence spreads between the two of you. 

And it’s not the weirdest question or the wildest thing that’s come out of either of your mouths. 

It’s a question that makes you wonder, why? Seriously why? With the longer you stare at him, the more you take in the nervous tick of his chiseled jaw. The way his dark hair falls into his face each time he laughs and he has to continuously push it out of his eyes. How the crook of his nose looks oddly kissable and more attractive than you’ve noticed it before when it’s this close to your face. 

When the haze from the weed is making your body feel limitless and swoony. 

It’s a feeling that has you turning on your side. Putting a hand under your head shifts your body closer to Ben’s. Smiling when he doesn’t act phased in mirroring you, his body moving in the same motions and position as yours. Now putting the two of you so close that you can feel his breath hit your face, and the space between your legs barely exists without some part of him touching it. 

The two of you had been friends for forever, it seemed. Stuck in the woes of academia, making your parents proud does that to you. Makes you lose track of time and forget how the two of you became friends after getting into an argument over a Hamlet book in the library. 

A fight Finn quickly broke up, but Poe enthusiastically cheered on. 

The lot of you—Rose and Rey included—became inseparable after that day. Something that didn’t have a timestamp or expiration in your mind. It just happened. 

And now you have four best friends, and you’re coming to the conclusion that you’ve possibly liked one more than that. The lines of friendship or something more growing more and more blurry the longer your eyes moved from each mole, each scar, and each strand of hair. His cheek bones, his dark eyes, his lips. And you really don't understand why the two of you hadn’t become something more ages ago.

“Have you wanted to?” 

“The fact that you’re asking me tells me that you’ve never noticed. I’m not that subtle.” 

“Nose stuck in a book at all times, Ben, not subtle?” You make a sarcastic face, “yeah, who would ever think you’re subtle?” 

His knee nudges your thigh as his cheeks rise in that smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the edges. “You think I’d let Poe or Rey borrow my stuff? Steal my takeout from the fridge—which I know you do—without consequence?”

“In their defense, Poe and Rey have three late library books from two years ago and only you and I like the takeout you get from the bodega on the corner, so…it’s not really a fair asses-”

The squeal that comes from his fingers digging into your sides, pinching the skin at your hip and rib bones, fills the air and knocks the wind out of you all at the same time as you realize the position the two of you have wrestled yourselves in. 

Strands of dark hair moving against your forehead, your fingers instinctively reach up to brush the strands from both of your faces. Ben’s lips so close to yours that all it would take is a heavy breath and you’d be kissing. The relaxing rhythm of your heart now feeling like a hammer in your chest. 

Ben’s fingers run along your jawline, resting at your chin. 

“What if we did?” He asks. Searches your face for any reaction or indication that the subject should be changed. That he should stop asking, and the two of you should move away and pretend like this never happened. Go back to how things were—which was clearly not subtle and most definitely screaming ‘I’m in love with my best friend’. 

“Why have you never asked until now?” You answer with a question. 

“Losing my best friend is not the traumatic life experience I’d like to put on my resume beside divorced parents and an absent father.” He jokes, his smile playful, as the pad of his thumb draws small circles against the skin of your jaw. 

“No wonder you’re unemployed.” The two of you laugh, breaths mingling in the joys of this moment. Of the jokes that come easy and the touches that seem to come even easier. But then there's silence, and you’re leaning closer to him, a feathering touch of your lips against his as you murmur, “maybe you should stop being so afraid, Ben Solo. And have me.” 

And if you’ve ever felt like there was something missing—some cataclysmic event in your life that could rewire your nervous system and make you feel like you’ve been barely making it, your heart barely beating and keeping you alive: Ben’s mouth is the puzzle piece as he brings your mouths together in a bruising kiss. 

[kestrel-wish]

REPOST YOUR ART OF CARP!!! The famous carpet deity, omg-

I remember the wildest things at such late hours

AYE AYE CAPTAIN! 👍 I'm not sure where a good chunk of the physical drawings of them are, and to be honest i never drew it as much as Kess ( or windhover, i tend to call them windhover sometimes to avoid confusion with my fursona ) mainly because Carp's ears are surprisingly hard to draw well. But here are the ones that I can find

This is the main drawing of them, and i think the first actual one?

Also this one that was drawn mainly for expression practice and boredom You can tell i gave up when it came to drawing the background and also that's supposed to be a couch they're sitting on it's just hard to tell because it looks like a brick lmao.

That's all the good ones i can find my art files are terrible to try and look through I also have some goofy super low effort doodles of Carp and Kess ( And others! ) too if you'd like those

Left lower is a random 'garden'/plant creature similar to carp i made up but never really used, ( their name is Dandy , i show them later ) along with an idea for what the ceiling ( 'Ceil' ) would look like. More cat-like since i think we joked that the carpet would be rivals/kind of jealous of the ceiling so cat/dog because funny. Middle bottom is Ampere. I don't remember actually showing you Ampere? So if i either didn't show you or it's been a while this is ampere ( below ) Similar to the others but like a kitchen electronic kind of guy and the upper right of the doodle page is Carp and lower right is Kess, ofc

I like where i went with this look but he's also way overdesigned compared to the others it's ridiculous looking. Very cool nonetheless but just a bit jarring. Very polite looking guy, though. Yeah not much actual carp art, that i can find at least there very well might be more. Can't find it for the life of me. Properly name your art files , people! But i have this other one of Ampere if that's something

It's all old ass art so kinda wonky looking now in hindsight. I want to come back to them eventually as characters they're all silly. but especially Carp and Kess because they're the coolest. Blatant favoritism. The amount of lore and ideas I've come up with for those funny Quotev group chat ocs is terrifying and frankly quite disturbing. I do have more doodles of Kess than carp if you want to see those later, just ask. And i think a small animation but don't quote me on that. Sadly just not much of Carp itself. Or the others that i've thought of for that matter. Like you can see I tried to make ones much later to add to the personified house things, but I kind of ended overdesigning them a lot like you can kind of see with Amp. And Dandy, the plant one. I don't think you've seen it ever either, i made them a while after Amp on a whim, i think. The vague idea just came to me and i felt the need to doodle them too.

I like Dandy's design ngl very soft and warm looking. I feel like their fur would feel kind of crunchy. It's very obviously a first time doodle but it's a fun idea. Man, i love drawing funnily themed cartoon dogs. I know this is less Carp art considering you asked for Carp specifically but there isn't much i can find so woe other old art be upon ye.

People who did not know me in my early Quotev days are going to be so confused lmao i'm not tagging any of this i don't even know what tags I would use.

[morsobaby]

HI !!!! WAVES :D How about... Falin and Laios Touden for the headcanon thingies !! Or perhaps Katagawa Jr if you wantttt.... or Senshi <3

YAYYYYYY WAVES AT YOU AGGRESSIVELY

FALIN

- She would be KILLING IT in Minecraft creative mode I think she'd simulate complex ecosystems and build pretty houses all day long. And occasionally go explode stuff for enrichment but she makes sure there's no critters nearby bc she'd feel really bad about them dying.. Probably dedicates a little section of her world for each of her friends <3 or at least to her brother <33

- whenever she swears I think she uses creative unconventional bad words rather than the classic fuck and shit. Like she'd say something like. Son of a piss. Oh damnrabbit. Douchewad. Do you understand. She's not a No swearing pure baby but she also doesn't like the crude association the classic swear words have..

LAIOS

- I think he'd love playing skylanders a fuckton bc are you kidding me you can collect monsters and fight as them and save the world fuck yeah‼️he'd probably have all the challenge levels figured out..

- Only swears like once under very extreme circumstances. Again not bc of any autism attributed "innocence" but bc in other times he feels like it's not really necessary but it does feel good in a dire situation. He gets that singular F bomb swag. Otherwise he probably just says "Damn"

THE BONUSES

Katagawa Jr - He's Really particular about his favorite foods, if they change the ingredients in a sauce he uses regularly he IS calling the company to leave a word at least once and he threatens to switch to another manufacturer out of Spite. He actually won't use the alternative product bc IT DOESN'T TASTE THE WAY HE LIKES but this threat usually warrants change enough so that he doesn't even have to. His foods needs to be JUST SO.

- I'm not sure how well I'm gonna be able to word this but. Despite being really ambitious he never really feels like it'll be enough. Like he won't be enough to get what he wants, like he needed to be born a fundamentally different way somehow to truly reach all his wildest dreams and it eats him up inside so he invests all his time in treating himself like a god and climbing higher and higher but he's afraid of when the wax wings melt and so he just keeps going and wondering what's missing from him. In the end it doesn't shake him enough to consider his WILDLY privileged position in the world but such are the woes of disgustingly rich young people.

Senshi - If he lived in our world he'd be that guy who works for volunteer TNR facilities and fosters different kinds of animals to make sure they get into good homes. You cannot tell me he wouldn't do this. He KNOWS feral cats are living poor lives and a danger to the local ecosystems, he KNOWS and he's HELPING

- SUOMALAINEN SENSHI UKKELI REAL‼️‼️🇫🇮🇫🇮 THIS DWARF IS FINNISH he sells exquisite meals at the TORILLA and sits by the dock during sunset

[changingplumbob]

Honey, I'm home!

TLDR: I'm back. Incoming reblogs. Normal posting resumes 21st at 9am NZDT (GMT+13).

My cat summary, tales of travel woe and random trip tidbits below.

Cat! The cat survived the cattery. Apparently she wasn't eating too much and just stayed in her cage area (I say cage but it was a neat two level set up, she had an individual food bowl, litter tray and cat bed). She's lost a bit of weight so she'll be getting bigger feeds the next few days. She's periodically patrolling the house and hiding in my bed which is fair.

Travel! So our first bus was running late. Trying to make up for it the bus sped over the hill. Imagine sitting sideways on a bus with a large suitcase as the bus quickly drives a winding downhill road. So fun right (sarcasm is heavy here). We made the train but halfway through the trip it stopped and sat for 10 minutes because of an "incident" (yeah I'm curious to). Bus from train station to airport was fine but the baggage check in went down just as we reached it. Then the plane was delayed by about half and hour. Fast forward to this morning. Checking in at the airport early to discover our 8:15am flight was cancelled because the aircraft was damaged overnight. They put us in a van for a nice hour and a half trip along a sometimes empty, sometimes standstill motorway. At the new airport we checked in fine, but what do you know the plane home was delayed. Hour delay this time. Eventually back home, took the airport bus to the train station no problem. What do you know, the train line was having errors and replacement buses were running instead. At the home train station we just gave up and got a taxi to the vets, and then home.

Wedding! It was nice, my cousin and his bride were so damn happy. It was in a place called the Tree Church where the structure is actually made out of shrubs so it's like getting married in a church made out of nature. The sun was shining and she walked down the isle to an instrumental of Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams. Her dress was gorgeous, their vows were sweet and I was sitting in an aisle seat so got to throw flower petals over them as they walked up the aisle together. Then (remember I'm in summer people) they had an ice cream truck after a champagne toast and they had vegan ice cream!!!

Reception! It was at a vineyard and half the area had trellises with grapes growing above you. There was so much food, and some vegan stuff! Because my cousin has a large family (lots of aunts and uncles) I was the only cousin from our branch. But you know when the band started playing ABBA I had to get up and dance with my aunts because how can you not dance to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Man After Midnight)? I sang along, loudest to Love Story obviously.

Tea Ceremony! So my cousin's wife (is she my cousin in law now? IDK), her parents are Chinese and came to NZ before she was born. She had lots of family fly over from China and Canada and they brought her and my cousin these beautiful red robes for a tea ceremony. Basically it allows the married couple to honour their elders by serving them tea. The couple also get money and jewellery from elders. Apparently all the Cantonese speaking relatives told them they hoped to see a grandchild next year, no pressure cousin.

Internet! As some of you probably realised the air bnb had wifi so I was able to keep up on some people's posts. But because I'm an overthinker I wanted to keep my post about going away near the top of my blog. I'm now going to blog some things I wanted to reblog during the 5 days which you may well have already seen but I want to reblog anyway to show support.

Me! This whole thing has been about me but anyway, I am very sleep deprived. I was not sleeping well before we left. The house we were staying was so creeky I barely slept while we were there. So I'm going to do extra rambles because that's what happens when I'm tired. Thank you for a couple of sunflowers today, with my travel chaos I needed them. I keep them in my inbox for low days but appreciate it beyond measure. I'm going to try get to my asks today but sleep may claim me first. The favourite facts are coming I promise! Lastly check out this puzzle that I was fiddling with intermittently for 3 days. I can't believe I eventually solved it!

[rhymesforrats]

Nature poem? Nature and the self?

The campfire mold is long and slow,

Built to withstand a steady glow

Building a fire is lonely work!

And yet joy grows still — with us in tow.

As the flame flares, flashes, flickers and flimmers, And the embers gleam, glint, glow, and glisten, The fog rolls in and curls about Luring you to grow suspicious

You have built a fire and it will protect you, Like a garland of balm roses (As days weave in and out, Watch your back, lest cryptid nuns rise from the undergrowth — These flames have warmth and will protect you)

And even though we're somewhere new, You may find that we're happy to be, As long as it's here with you

So never fear, there's a happy ending here (All good stories have them)

Full warmth by the fireside, and calm peace of mind Another year has passed here by the campfire Grown around spring crocus and honeysuckle While you and your campfire grow through the year

This forest is warmer with you inside, Growing flowers through the wildest dreams This fire has kept the witches away, Who lurk in the mossy growth and grow awaiting

Remember through strained, bated breath, You are protected by your fire—

—But don't forget, you aren't alone;

This forest is fairest and grows till time to rest.

Never fear, you have a happy ending (All good stories have them)

As nature bends to will and woe, So we celebrate the year come and gone And wait with bated breath;

To watch what you will make this year, and marvel at your growth

<3

[sadaveniren]

even if louis was straight (lmfao) he would never shit on queer fans like that, he has been vocally supportive from the beginning. probably just a solo harrie/anti trying to stir shit 🙄 louis is not stupid, that would be career suicide if nothing else...

1. You’re absolutely correct (here have a gif)

2. Why the fuck would he talk about Harry of all things during his documentary that is meant to be about HIM?

3. When has he been around Freddie enough to warrant the majority of the film to be about him?

4. Do trolls not know how documentary FILMS go. There’s a storyline. There’s a beginning, middle, and end. Louis isn’t going to make a documentary where the entire purpose is “woe is me my fans don’t accept me, my band broke up” because at the most basic storytelling level that’s a DUMB FUCKING STORY to show in a movie. Louis constantly talks about how he feels triumphant and happy with where he is and the storyline of the documentary is 100% going to follow that because again! It’s a better storytelling device

5. Mentioning Eleanor? Lol instant “no” from me. He didn’t even reference her in the thanks for Walls.

6. Where’s that gif of Charlie and fuckface Jordan sharing A LookTM when Louis got asked about Freddie because wattpad rad anons ALSO seem to forget that Louis hired someone who has made a career of making celebrity documentaries to direct this film and I’m supposed to believe Mr. Bitch Please at the reference to Freddie agreed to make a 90 mins Louis is a Dad advert?

7. BLATANT HOMOPHOBIA IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2023 WOULD BE THE WILDEST CHOICE TO MAKE HOLY SHIT. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE HAVE EVIDENCE OF OLI TELLING KRYSTAL TO FILM THE RAINBOWS. ON TOP OF THE FACT LOUIS HAS A GAY BAND MEMBER! Like!!! Jfc Louis does not exist in a vacuum of this idea where he is constantly hating being called gay. He literally has rainbows associated with his tour BY his crew and by his band members!

[something-in-blue]

An Elementalist like his mentor Quintessence. Eike Harlow Aka Catalyst shares a uniquely powerful connection to the earth, which led a few speculations that he has the potential to be far more powerful than his mentor.

Catalyst holds the belief that mankind is capable of solving the problems plaguing it, but only with a firm and guiding hand.

He posses a highly intelligent and charming personality. Easily talking his way in and out of different situations.

A trait he used to earn himself the position of Mayor of Vera City despite barely being 18 years old. He's keenly aware that he earned himself enemies at every corner.

Catalyst behaves much like an older brother to the sidekicks.

Often lending them a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen to their woes.

He somewhat remained in contact after Nora after she left the team. She had no interest in anything related to the Omega Responders but let her know that he was always one phone call away.

Catalyst is willing to do what needs to be done in the name of the greater good, no matter how illegal or ethically wrong it may be. As much as he loves the sidekicks like a family he's well aware they wouldn't agree with his methods and would try to stop him. Especially Flit, who he developed romantic feelings towards.

After the Starlight Stand, amidst grieving the closest thing he had for mother Catalyst was approached by a peculiar man who offered him something out of his wildest dreams.

Link to picrew:

[alolaamii]

Scrooge and Isabel "What If" Fanfiction

Recently watched the 2022 version of "A Christmas Carol", and quite enjoyed it. It was animated, it had some rather cute and catchy songs, and the voice acting was sublime.

In fact, it inspired me to write this little fanfiction about a "what if" scenario if you will. (This is the one thing I wished would have happened in the movie - having Isabel come back to Scrooge. I know that's not how it goes in the novel or in any movie adaptation, but considering how much this movie changed from the novel or other movies, I think this would have been a welcomed change).

Give it a read if you enjoyed said iteration of "A Christmas Carol". It's not much, (and probably something I won't elaborate on), but I enjoyed writing it. ______________________________________________________________

Isabel Fezziwig walked about the streets of London, toward a familiar establishment.

She had walked this path many times before…and she knew that she would continue to do so again and again.

She was set in her ways, and nothing would detour her from this tradition.

As the middle aged woman neared the shop front, she kept walking (slowly) - she knew it would never change. Forever, it would be known as "Scrooge and Marley". As with every passing, her heart skipped a beat or two. Inside, the love of her life sat, hating the world and everyone in it…including her, she knew.

Isabel couldn't blame Ebenezer for his feelings toward her - she had been the one to end their relationship after all. However, every time she passed by his place of work, she hoped that she'd once again see the man that she had fallen in love with…but, alas, that was never the case.

She frowned. How she wished that she could have moved on from him - she had intended to, and had had plenty of men who attempted to be her suitors, but she had never allowed them the luxury of her heart…because, she was in love with someone else.

She had come to know quite well the man that Ebenezer had become - a miser would be the kindest way to describe him. It had been Christmas time when her own actions had caused him grief, but she also knew that the season was hard for him for many other reasons - he lost his business partner, Jacob Marley, a little over seven years ago, and he had lost his sister, Jen, many years prior to that tragedy even.

Truly, while Christmas was a season of joy to so many, it was a time of strife for Ebenezer.

Isabel couldn't fault him for feeling ill of the holiday, as it had come and gone with many woes for him…but, how she hoped that a miracle would happen that would allow him to open his shut up heart, and embrace all the good it had to offer as well.

As the woman neared the shop, it looked…different somehow. It almost seemed…warmer? Ebenezer had never been affected by the cold, so his business was usually just as bristle, but now- As she glanced into the window, the place was brighter due to a giant fire being lit in the background. It appeared tidier as well - no longer were the desks stacked with bills or signed agreements for loans.

It hit Isabel, that perhaps this was no longer "Scrooge and Marley". Could it be that the love of her life had passed, and in doing so, the great establishment that he helped to build was no longer here?

She quickly glanced up at the sign atop the front doorway: "Scrooge and…Cratchit"? Old Marley's name had been taken down and replaced! Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought that someone could have replaced Ebenezer's partner! He had valued Jacob Marley more so than anyone in the world…including her!

Isabel once again glanced inside…but, Ebenezer was no where to be found at the moment. Instead, a younger man - probably about the age Ebenezer had been when training under Marley - sat at a desk, quill in hand, and jotting down something or other. Could this person be the "Cratchit" that she had seen upon the sign? She wasn't certain, but she did know Ebenezer wasn't one to employ more than he needed at his business, as it would be a "…waste of money". As such, this was the only conclusion that she could come to.

She approached the front door, made to grasp the handle…but, stopped. She was nervous - too nervous to enter. There were too many "what if's" in her mind. What if Ebenezer had truly passed, and this new person merely kept his name upon the door in "fond" remembrance, (much like her love had done with Marley's name). Even if things seemed different, what if Ebenezer hadn't changed at all? What if-

"Pardon me, please."

That voice was very familiar to Isabel.

The woman rotated slowly around, and was met with the eyes of her true love. And the same could perhaps be said for the man before her, as his eyes went wide at the sight of her. "Isabel?"

Her voice got caught in her throat. There stood the love of her life, and he was seemingly…different, (just like his business). She couldn't place what exactly at the moment, but she could just feel that he was not the man that he had been for many, many years.

"Hello, Ebenezer…"

[vaida-talks-about-everything]

Kailman Legacy || 07: The Ballad of Edith Dean [Part 1]

After confronting her predicament in private through scribbled notes and song lyrics, Edith Dean finally ventured to visit her family to ground herself.

Having heard the news from Dayla Ann before the Kailblum wedding, her mother was a wonderful listening ear to her daughter's woes and reminded her that some of the best music comes from the wildest and most brutal parts of life. Emma knew all too well what this felt like for the wife, so she encouraged Edith Dean to cut ties with Thorne when she returned to the valley and make her amends once the dust settled. Taking her mother's words to heart, she spent the rest of the day playing with her youngest siblings. Eleanor Jane had a birthday coming, so she wouldn't be able to play with her the same much longer. Swinging with Dominick, too, lifted her spirits sky-high.

Once out of the dumps, she shared some of what she'd been working on with her father, who was eager to see Edith Dean take her situation in stride and use it for her work. The long drive home gave her plenty of time to find the right words when it came down to it, and upon eating dinner that night, she texted Thorne.

Who ended up at her door in what felt like seconds, though, wasn't the man of the hour. But who wound up at her front door in the nick of time?

[imaginedreamwrite]

I can imagine Alphas Steve and Bucky from Wildest Dreams using Valentine's Day as a great excuse to spend the day with their Omega and just completely pampering her.

They have plans for weeks and it almost gets side-railed by Omega Bean trying to plan something herself. Her own attempt at planning something for the three needs to be stopped and they send in Peter to do the dirty work by guilting her into listening to his woes valentine’s morning which is nothing more than an excuse to get her out of her dorm

Peter takes her out to brunch while pretending to want an infallible relationship, meanwhile Steve and Bucky are decorating her dorm with flowers and little cherubs, one Valentine’s Day Squishmallow from each of them and her favourite chocolates

After the room is ready, Peter brings her back to Steve and Bucky who tell her they have an entire day planned for the three of them—which explains why they needed Peter to kibosh her plans because they’ve had their plans for weeks if not months

[immediatebreakfast]

Marmion time once again!

The fourth canto is the compeling errand given to lord Marmion after the dinner. A very politically charged canto since it mentions a tense situation between england, and Scotland which could very much escalate into a war. Moreover, in this exsct situation is where lord Marmion has to accomplish this errand.

No bird whose feathers gaily flaunt Delights in cage to bide; ... In fair Queen Margaret’s bower. We hold our greyhound in our hand, Our falcon on our glove; But where shall we find leash or band For dame that loves to rove? Let the wild falcon soar her swing, She’ll stoop when she has tired her wing.

The bird symbolism in the poem is very well used within the character of lord Marmion. He is established as a lord, but unlike the role that he could have played, Marmion is more of a knightly leader that uses his position as a lord to command his men. Restless to accomplish great things, and not yet satisfied to sit still. Marmion is the falcon whose eyes see everything, and actions help the Queen. The use of "trapped" in the first canto now seems to reflect Marmion's light distate for formalities such as these even if they are crucial to his campaings.

Nay, if with royal James’s bride The lovely Lady Heron bide, Behold me here a messenger, Your tender greetings prompt to bear; For to the Scottish court addressed, I journey at our King’s behest, And pray you, of your grace, provide For me and mine, a trusty guide.

So that is what is needed, a guide through Scotland as a errand for the english King. Lord Marmion, and his men need to act as messengers to represent the King in the eyes of the Scottish court. A task in which they need a guide, more specifically a religious guide that could guide them, and be a voice of reason and peace in between all of the knights.

A herald were my fitting guide; Or friar, sworn in peace to bide Or pardoner, or travelling priest, Or strolling pilgrim, at the least.

A very reasonable request. Yet, thanks to @warrioreowynofrohan helpful explanation, and the poem itself admiting through the captain's the failures of their political system, we learn that literally none of the clergy in Norham are suited for the job at all.

And though a bishop built this fort, Few holy brethren here resort; Even our good chaplain, as I ween, Since our last siege we have not seen: The mass he might not sing or say, Upon one stinted meal a day; So safe he sat in Durham aisle, And prayed for our success the while.

This chaplain didn't like that he had to ratio his food like everyone else so he just left Norham, and to this day has not come back.

Our Norham vicar, woe betide, Is all too well in case to ride; The priest of Shoreswood—he could rein The wildest war-horse in your train; But then, no spearman in the hall Will sooner swear, or stab, or brawl.

The vicar is in excellent condition to go! The problem is that he might as well be another knight with how much he likes to fight.

And then, the one who made me laugh, the Friar John of Tillmouth.

A blithesome brother at the can, A welcome guest in hall and bower, He knows each castle, town, and tower, In which the wine and ale is good, ’Twixt Newcastle and Holyrood. But that good man, as ill befalls, Hath seldom left our castle walls, Since, on the vigil of Saint Bede, In evil hour, he crossed the Tweed, To teach Dame Alison her creed. Old Bughtrig found him with his wife; And John, an enemy to strife, Sans frock and hood, fled for his life.

An alcoholic friar who is known for gambling, and straight up has by @warrioreowynofrohan's own words, "a neighbouring Scottish lord after his head because he snuck across the border, slept with the lord’s wife, was caught in the act, and ran away naked."

What a charming man of the cloth huh. However, and very solemnly, young Selby (Heron's nephew) explains that friar John is literally the best option they have if they want lord Marmion to do his errand well.

[snugglyporos]

Victor, or my wildest Vampire the Masquerade Muse

// Okay so I have a few minutes this morning, let me recount to you the tale of my wildest Vampire the Masquerade character, Victor.

Let me preface this that this dovetails nicely with my previous post on my beliefs in how to play characters in rpgs, namely, don't get too attached while playing them. Instead, it's better to move fast, break things, probably get them killed in the process. And no character I've ever written follows that as much as Victor.

So let's give you some quick backstory. Victor was, background wise, meant to be no one. He was a gang banger who had a very wild side, died while attacking a rival hideout alone that was run by a vampire, and whose sire, a Gangrel, sired him and left him figuring that was a good reward for being so brave and stupid.

Keep in mind, this character was never meant to live long. He was actually my first vampire the masquerade character, which was why I went as crazy as I did with him. No better way to learn the rules than by making mistakes!

Here's where things get wild. See, I gave him some rather nasty flaws. First being a death wish. Now, not just any death wish. He wanted to go out in a blaze of glory. Less oh woe is me and more to valhalla! His mentality was that he'd already died once, and life never meant much to him while alive, so any time he had now was just extra. Furthermore, I gave him one flaw and two merits that were, uh, extra.

So I gave him the flaw overconfidence, while giving him the benefits common sense and daredevil. Functionally this meant that he had three voices in his head arguing about the best course of action, but it meant that overconfidence and daredevil agreed and thus he'd take the most insane actions possible, while getting bonuses from the Daredevil perk.

So what you're left with is a vampire whose prime directive is to have a natural inclination towards self destruction whenever it seems like it's going to end in a giant explosion. Ironically, his nature was that of a loyalist, because he'd sign up with anyone if it meant getting into trouble.

I should now inform you that this was a Sabbat game. For the unaware, the Sabbat are basically vampire supremacists, who reject their human nature, revere Cain, and who take every opportunity to be evil bastards as they away the end times. Usually, you don't sign up with them, you get embraced into them, because anyone on the outside is the enemy.

Victor, being insane, signs up with them by agreeing to undergo the shovelhead ritual, which is where the Sabbat mass-embrace people, bury them alive, and then see who comes up hungry, before hitting them on the head with a shovel to knock them out and deliver them to wherever they need to be sent at the enemy human wave style.

Victor, unsurprisingly, survives this, and soon becomes the guy you go to when you need a distraction. No one works better as a distraction than the guy whose idea of a good time involves setting himself on fire. I should also point out that Victor took 'being dead' to a rather far extreme; he realized that, for example, he didn't need to eat, so his stomach was basically a place to store things. Upon realizing this, he filled his stomach with gasoline, so that he could smash his teeth together and make a spark (having had his non-fang teeth coated in metal), so that he could, at will, vomit up a fireball. Most vampires are afraid of fire. Victor saw it as a benefit.

Now there is one thing I need to point out. Normally, vampires are not this durable. They would usually take lots of damage and end up dead. Victor, being a Gangrel, had fortitude as one of his natural disciplines, which meant that he would soak damage, and I put all his points into that. High levels of fortitude mean that you soak lots of damage, and we went with the rule that fortitude 5 meant you could blow willpower and just ignore damage. Having put all my points into fortitude, I then put all my points into buying willpower.

Here is where I give a warning to new players: it can be very tempting when you're new to just follow other people and try not to make waves. But the problem is that you'll end up following someone like Victor. I say this because again, this was my first character, we were in a group of people who were all new, and they ended up deciding that since I was the only one willing to do things, that they should follow him. This was, in my opinion, a bad idea, because following Victor was intended to be hazardous to everyone around him. But it's important for the next part of the story.

Victor, somehow, managed to gather followers, meaning other players, and this became a sort of quasi-pack where they gathered around him because they didn't know what to do. There were two such groups in our game, and one play session was us having to track down and kill a werewolf.

Victor, being the only person in this group with any ideas, decided that the best way to kill a werewolf was to hit it with a semi truck. Now, the group decided that the one to drive said truck was Victor, because he was the only one who had any skill in driving, which was probably not a good idea, because he was also slightly intoxicated, as he tended to feed on drunks for blood.

So the group decided that the one to drive a semi truck was the semi-intoxicated psychopathic vampire hell-bent on dying in the most extreme way possible. Why they got into the vehicle, any vehicle, with him behind the wheel, I don't know, and even at the time I was surprised that they were going along with what I felt was an intentionally bad idea.

Because Victor couldn't steal just any truck, he stole a gas tanker, reasoning that even if he missed, the fireball would probably hurt the Werewolf, and he might be fine, and even if he wasn't, nbd.

Cut to later, where he attempted to hit the werewolf, missed, and drove the gas tanker into a gas station, resulting in a giant fireball that would have killed everyone had they not jumped out of the speeding vehicle right at the time they realized Victor's 'plan.'

Victor, unsurprisingly, was ejected from the burning wreck at high speed and landed atop a nearby building, entirely naked. Victor, undaunted by this, immediately jumped off the building, and proceeded to fistfight the werewolf naked in the street.

Luckily, other people arrived to stop Victor from dying that night of bad decisions, much to his chagrin. Ironically, other people were much more concerned about keeping him alive than he was.

But this is why I have the mentality around making muses that I do; I can't remember anything about anyone else's characters. But I have stories like this, where my muses somehow managed to do something nuts, because it was entirely outside the bounds of rationality.

[stars-and-birds]

Alright, I’ll play. There’s a lot of questions because I just copy and paste the original post and remove anything I don’t wanna know or feels too personal or whatever.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. (Do it)

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

🧠 Pick a [toh] character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (It’s gonna be angst-y most likely btw)

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Okay I’m doing this no procrastinating.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? Cannot think of any i might be funny here but it doesn’t come naturally in writing

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers? hmm does inserting a twice song into my first Wenclair fic count?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? if I ever actually go somewhere with twaf (I’m working on it I swear) we are going places and not coming back folks

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. (Do it) i have good analogies?? I think??

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? yup! I’m a swiftie bitch and right now I’m listening to cruel summer a lot for a ronance fic that maybe I’ll release someday should the fanfic gods allow. that and silk chiffon by muna has been stuck in my head since I watched do revenge

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic? *grits teeth* they can’t prove it

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write? preferably afternoon 👍

💖 What made you start writing? i do wanna be writer but I didn’t really think I’d write fanfic. But then I tried and despite all the woes I have about it it’s super fun

❌ What's a trope you will never write? I can’t think of any?

🏆 What's your most popular fic? good question. I should probably know this. okay I just checked it’s New Years eve. (A Wenclair fic) which I am slightly salty about bc like all of my popular things I wrote it at midnight slightly unhinged. Still, I like it and I even got some fanart of it (!!!) out of it which was super cool.

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which? *sighs* I’m not cool enough to have readers theorizing abt my work lol. Maybe further into twaf that’s my dream

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants? both! I spout out the randomest shit as I go but if I have a timeline idea I’ll write it down in a separate doc with future scenes I want to use

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started? write multi chapter fics in advance or you’ll regret it

🧠 Pick a [toh] character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. (It’s gonna be angst-y most likely btw) give me a vee headcanon!

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon? oh god. I might actually die if any of them read any of my fics but especially the new years fic idk it’s a little dramatic

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success? well I wouldn’t consider any of my fics successes so… maybe praise. or just a comment. I’m not a popular fanfic author but one day. One day.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)? id love to say angst but I’m not sure that’s true. maybe action I can’t write fight scenes ;-;

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? nope.

thanks for the ask dagger sorry this took me so long!

[the-whole-pursued]

Alexandre Chasten (OC; The Wildest Woe)

The main character and protagonist for my AC Unity story The Wildest Woe.

Born: January 24th, 1773

Physical Description: He stands around 174 cm, with a mess of tight dark curls and sharp blue eyes. He’s often said to be a spitting image of his father, especially as he gets older. He’s very rarely seen without being put together, finding that he puts a good deal of worth on his physical appearance that people see. His main coat is a brown coat with green lapels and cuffs and red/gold trimming. After his first encounter with the British Templars, he breaks his nose and it never fully heals, resulting in his nose being dented for the rest of his life. He also has a scar on his brow that’s mostly hidden. On his body, he has a scar from a bullet wound that he receives when he’s 29 on his left shoulder.

Background: Alexandre was born to Jehan and Louise Chasten, Assassins belonging to the French Brotherhood. He spent the first few years of his life in a mix of his parent’s care and in the communal care of the Brotherhood. When he was two his brother Théodore was born. The Chastens made their inhabitance of a modest white brick house in the Saint-Louis area of Paris, just over the bridge from the Île de la Cité that Jehan kept funded through connections and favors. When he was five, his mother died at the hands of the Templars and his father was left in grief until he remembered his children. The strain for the first few months after Louise’s death left Alexandre in a weird situation and he became reclusive without her around. This stigma and condition stayed with him for long after her death and the ‘reconciliation’ his father attempted to provide, though he attempted to make up for it by working for his father’s attention and approval; this would lead to his life long battle with making his father proud. He also began to focus on Théodore more for company and to look after him while Jehan attempted to recover.

When he was seven his father told him about the Assassin-Templar war and began his training. The fervent ideology of his father and the knowledge that the Templars killed his mother fueled Alexandre’s thoughts at a young age and led to his focus on the Creed above all else. He would eventually begin training not long after and come to know the Brotherhood and get familiar with his future. When he was fifteen and his brother was thirteen, their father was killed on a mission as their mother was. Alexandre took over the training and care of his brother, inherited his father’s Hidden Blade, and the Council once again decided they would be communally raised. The father of Celeste Touchard, a childhood friend and Assassin trainee as well, would become his mentor in place of his father and help to raise them.

Later in life, he would become embroiled in a conflict with Templar agents who wished to gain their foothold again in a post-revolutionary France, alongside his brother, Celeste, and Arno Dorian.

Personality: Aside from some stunted difficulty with human connections, he held high empathy and held a vast reserve of compassion in general, which led to a bit of difficulty with his first few times on an assassination mission; he’d have to learn to create a “persona” to use when assassinating. He felt very much for those in need and would try and help even if it wasn’t possible. However, he still showed a strong disdain and anger towards Templars, seeing them as just part of a collective of different ideologies that were spreading injustice towards those undeserving of it. He also formed silent connections, often after spending time with a person and then deeming them a friend after a good deal of time even if he didn’t outwardly note it; he assumed it was just understood.

His biggest flaw was his internalized homophobia and self-worth issues, seeing himself as imperfect and not on the same level as what his father would want. To keep his father proud, he would also attempt to mentor his younger brother and educate him in the way of the Creed, but would end up pushing him away for a very long time as he took the role of a father, and not as the older brother.