#wip introduction chapter

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Chalk Mountain | 0 - Dixie Alvarez Holds a Grudge

draft status: (complete rewrite)

(tw: drug use (marijuana), language, (daddy issues)

A/N: hi, so, this is the introduction chapter to my wip; and this is my first time sharing it. i hope you enjoy, i would love feedback (especially on dialogue. that shits hard). but never more, here it is! in all her rusty glory. everyone, meet Dixie.

The red sand of the west Texas desert gets into every nook and cranny of life around these parts. The texture is rough, yet soft; and leaves a stain on your Sunday best that sticks to ya like a honeybee to a marigold. It sneaks underneath your fingernails and hides in the corners, just out of reach.

I suppose that may not be a problem for some folks. Some like the orange tint to their white button shirts, or the wind blowing in an excuse to call into work on a Wednesday to go get evening coffee and pie with your aunt down the street, or the way it sounds against the windows may resemble the gentle patter of rain against the sill.

Dixie quite liked the color of the red sand, although she called it the red dirt. Her fluffy hair greatly resembled the red dirt below her porch steps that she left her stained boots on when she came home from trekking downtown. She sat down next to her boots and flicked a lighter, watching the flame dance.

She thought of her mother with a furrowed brow and a professional skill to ignore her father when he shouted inside the house about this and that. She missed her brother who ran away from home when they were children, who always had her back when their father would lash out back then. Dixie always wondered, and secretly hoped, that they were out there together somewhere.

Right as Dixie lit up an old roach that she had found in the dirty pockets of her overalls, her lungs burned from the deep inhale as her father came out the door. “Dixie,”

“Yes, Walter,” The smoke trailed through her words.

“What the hell‘re you doing?” He stepped over to her and looked at the spot next to her on the step. She responded in a single nod and scooted away from him to let him sit.

“Drugs,” Dixie offered the cherry towards him and he scoffed.

Dixie and Walter butted heads for as long as she could remember. Her mother always told her it was because Dixie had a spirit filled with fire and gold and passion and Walter’s spirit got used up and dried out years ago when he was just a boy. She never understood how they met and fell in love and always partly blamed him for her disappearance, thinking maybe she did it to get away from him.

However, Declan disappeared before their mother; 6 weeks to be exact. He ran away from home on a warm, rainy night after a family explosion about grades over dinner. Dixie used to sit by the living room bay window and wait for mother to return with her baby brother.

They existed quietly with each other for a moment while a tumbleweed rattled in the wind, tangled against their street sign. ‘Lower Passage’ was what it read before the wind storms sand blasted most of the paint away. Lower Passage was a long dirt road in the middle of nowhere around 8 miles long, out where the banjos play, as Dixie would say. Other people lived down Lower Passage, too, but they all had farmland and nobody paid anyone any mind.

The front yard was filled with the seasonal white flowers that take over like a plague. They danced in the wind with the trees whose leaves were floating in the air to the ground and chillbumps littered Dixie’s arms and legs. In the distance, she heard children laughing and running through the leaves in the side yard.

She closed her eyes and imagined Declan running past the front porch, his burgundy hair tangled in grass and sticks. A little curly fire haired Dixie played with young Declan and danced about in the flowers with a dainty and fragile crown of flowers and weeds upon her head.

Their mother watched from the wooden bench swing they had on the big live oak tree in the yard with a careful eye and a toothy grin. Her mother laughed as little Declan got scared by a bee; the laugh echoed further away once Dixie opened her eyes.

“Where do you think they are, daddy?” She coughed and flicked the ash to the dirt, then smushed it with her sock.

“Who, your mom and Declan?” Walter sighed and lit a cigarette. She nodded and hugged her knees to her chest. “I don’t know, Dixie Anne. If I did, they’d be right here at home.”

“But this ain't home anymore, is it?”

He paused to take a long drag, then blew it out with a shake of his head. “No, I guess not.”

“I’m gonna find them one day. I swear it, I will.”

“Now, I thought I told you it’s time to drop that shit. You can get yourself hurt goin’ out there playin’ detective,”

“I’m not playing anything, I’m taking care of my family,” A crow flew in front of Dixie and cawed loudly and began to peck at the grass.

“I’m your family,”

“No, you sure ain’t.” Dixie ran her tongue along her teeth, then spit some of her lunch carnage onto her fathers shoe. He looked up towards her with a frown that showcased the matching dimple that Dixie inherited from him. She mimicked him and stomped her socked feet across the porch; the screen door exaggerated her dramatic exit by a loud slam against the wooden frame.

[ominous-faechild]

MODERN EXISTENCE

CHAPTER 1: MORE OF THE SAME

CHARACTERS: ✦ Beck Molleur ✦ Dahlia Molleur

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(if it's possible for you to read and listen to lyrical music at the same time, please listen to the music provided ❤️)

NOTE: this story is centered on two characters in a codependent, toxic marriage. Exact content warnings about the relationship will not be given for plot reasons, so if you have ANY possible worries about that subject matter, I beg of you to be cautious before reading this story. Thank you.

Most topics are implied—haunting the narrative rather than being displayed openly—and this story depicts how one can be trapped in that sort of relationship. It has portrayals of depression, self-hatred, and implied abuse... although I would still like and encourage you to read it.

Countless images flashed through Beck's mind.

Flooded streets, loose wreckage of destroyed buildings, and rows and rows of suffering people.

It was always like this. Beck was constantly tormented by these kinds of visions. Visions of pain, destruction, and death. Anything and everything going wrong around the world was stuck in his mind, constantly playing again and again and again.

Whether he closed his eyes or had them open, tried going about his day normally or not, he was tormented by visions of misery.

Still, Beck now had his eyes closed, cheek pressed up against the back of a couch, and noise-cancelling headphones over his ears playing soft, calming music.

With his senses stifled, it was easier to focus on the visions. It was easier to see what he shouldn’t be able to see, hear what he shouldn’t be able to hear, and move what he shouldn’t be able to reach.

The soft music coming from his headphones calmed Beck. He’d seen so much suffering in his life that he’d long-since grown almost numb to it, but… that didn’t mean he was okay with it.

He still wanted to help.

So, when he could, when things were “a little too bad”, Beck made an effort to use his powers for good. He’d make small changes where he could—fill in a pothole that’d been untouched for years, trip up someone on the attack, make a stray noise to draw someone’s attention near danger, or manipulate information that could otherwise destroy people’s lives—and try to help people.

… for once in his life.

“Sometimes I for-get… the world doesn’t want me…”

A whole roof had been torn off its building by the vicious winds of a hurricane. It tore through the air, flying toward another home—and suddenly steered away, crashing into the street instead.

“And I won-der where… all of my friends are…”

Hundreds of miles away, cars were bottlenecked at an aging bridge… one that had long-since been shut down for repairs. Not that it’d ever been repaired—but still. It was supposed to be closed.

People were desperate to escape the hurricane, though.

They risked the bridge, and if it hadn’t been for Beck watching over it? It would’ve cracked under the weight of their cars, plunging them all into the hungry waters below.

“But then I remember… I’d pushed them all a-way…”

So much destruction, so much panic, so much chaos—and Beck did his best to help everyone he could in small ways.

To avoid detection.

For plausible deniability.

Few people believed in magic, so what else were they going to believe? That a god walking among them—one they’d otherwise blame for their misfortune—was looking out for them? Or that the wind moved just in time? That the bridge was just a little sturdier than the architects and scientists believed? That Their God, whichever one or ones they believed in, was looking out for them?

Yes. Far better for people to assume those than the truth.

They’d all agreed on that thousands of years ago.

“So where am I? Who am I?” the song continued, melancholic.

“And what will I do… when I don’t ev-en have me?”

The couch shifted under Beck, tilting him to the side, as something landed on his shoulder.

Beck flinched, mind abruptly returning to his body.

Snapping his eyes open, Beck quickly turned to look at what had disturbed him—

A pair of bright green eyes—on the most beautiful face he’d ever seen—met his.

Despite her soft smile, Dahlia's eyebrows were furrowed slightly in concern as she stared at him expectantly.

“Who will I be?” the song continued.

Dahlia was a woman Beck knew well, though her face had changed countless times over the years. Now, she wore one of a brown woman with angular features and a mane of long, curly brown hair. She sat against the couch with one knee, her hand still on his shoulder, and the scent of her lilac perfume washing over him.

Beck swallowed, then cleared his throat awkwardly as he looked away to stare down at the cushion creased under Dahlia's knee. Every fabric of his being screamed against it, but Beck hesitantly grabbed the earpads of his headphones to slowly take them off.

“Where will I g—?” the song lamented, before getting cut off for overpowering silence.

“Beck?” Dahlia's voice interrupted, warm and gentle. “Everything okay?”

A wave of relief flooded over him.

Relaxing and smiling weakly, Beck hesitantly looked back up to meet her eyes.

“Yeah,” he said awkwardly, “just… was working on some stuff.”

Dahlia's soft smile grew faintly teasing. Then, she shifted to sit in his lap, her knees propped up against the cushions outside of his legs. Her hand moved from Beck's shoulder to his cheek as the other went to the backrest over his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah?” Dahlia asked, her tease leaking into her voice. “Like what?”

Beck felt his face flush as he pressed his cheek into her hand.

Letting out a slow, shaky breath, he turned his face away as he placed his headphones to the side and awkwardly wrapped his arm around her. It pulled her close as he stared hard at the headphones, still faintly emitting sound.

“Just… helping out around the hurricane,” Beck said, his voice subtly thick. “You know… without making it too obvious.”

He let out a small, pained laugh, then closed his eyes as he sank his cheek completely into her hand.

Beck's exhaustion leaked into his voice as he added: “not that anyone would question it, anyways. They just thank whatever god they believe in… or consider it ‘miraculous’ and move on…”

The entire couch shifted as Dahlia moved.

Beck tensed slightly, his breath catching in his throat. He quickly opened his eyes and turned his head to once again look at Dahlia.

His wife shifted to fully sit in his lap, leaning her forearms into his chest, cupping her hands around his cheeks, and meeting his eyes with a warm, loving smile.

“Awe, that’s sweet of you, Beck,” she said, voice slightly teasing still.

Then her eyes closed, and she leaned forward.

Beck took a deep breath before following her example.

Dahlia's hands dropped from his cheeks to rub against his chest as she kissed him gently, then slowly deepened it.

Beck struggled to breathe, but carefully kissed her back. Wrapping his arms around her lower back, he lifted her just enough to cross his legs under her and pull her close.

Dahlia paused the kiss—and Beck opened his eyes, though hers remained shut—to speak lightly against his lips.

“Did you know that?” she asked.

He swallowed awkwardly, looking down, not knowing how to answer.

She didn’t give him the time to figure it out. Instead, she quickly went back to kissing him, moving her hands up his chest and to his cheeks, where she rubbed his jaw with her thumbs.

Taking a slow, unsteady breath through his nose, Beck pulled her even closer and tried to just enjoy the kiss.

I love you, Ver, he wanted to say.

But he bit it back, giving her the moment to do whatever she wanted.

Instead, Dahlia pulled away after kissing him for a few more seconds. Her hands moved from his cheeks to his chest again as he met his eyes with another warm smile.

Beck was too caught up in watching every subtle shift in her expression to recognize his own relief.

“I reserved a restaurant for us to eat at tonight,” Dahlia said, a slight, sly smile on her lips. “Bistro Minuit is your favorite, right?”

Face flushing again—hotter this time—Beck hesitantly tore his eyes from hers to stare at the floor, past her hip. At the same time, he moved a hand from her lower back to place it over one of hers on his chest.

“Yeah,” Beck said awkwardly, his voice thick.

Then he gave a weak, dry chuckle, closing his eyes.

“It’s still open?” he asked, his voice weakly amused. “With how fast time goes by—”

“Uxi,” Dahlia interrupted gently. One of her hands—the one not trapped under his—moved to cup itself around his cheek again.

Beck froze, his breath catching in his throat as he quickly returned his eyes to hers.

But Dahlia still had her warm, slightly-teasing smile on her lips.

Her tease leaked into her voice as she answered: “of course it’s still open. I just told you I made reservations, didn’t I?”

Beck's heart twisted, but Dahlia's face was still soft, easygoing.

“—And, besides, I make sure of these things, you know that,” she finished warmly.

She seems fine. Nothing to worry about.

Beck forced a weak smile in return, but then sighed heavily as he closed his eyes and sank his cheek into her hand again. At the same time, he moved his hand from the one on his chest to cup it over hers on his cheek, lovingly sandwiching it between his cheek and hand.

“Yeah,” he answered, voice thick, but level. “You’re right. Sorry, I’d… I’d like that.”

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[skierisa]

for those who are waiting for my dead n' living fic, here's a wip of the translation for the prologue

[viking-writing]

The very first part of my Rammstein fic series is finally uploaded at Ao3!

(After almost 7 whole years of questioning and doubting myself as the annoying perfectionist that I am! I've now finally decided to publish this thing. Bit by bit, into the new year 2025!)

But please be gentle with me as I know the summary text and the "notes" might be a little "too long" for everyone to bother to read! (I was unmedicated when I wrote it and these long notes and summaries won't be added to every single chapter. I swear!)

<3

Mitternacht - A prologue to "Winterherz" (Formally known as "Liebeslied" but we'll see whatever this fic series will be called)) - Chapter 1 - gothicXviking - Rammstein [Archive of Our Own]

[tricks-n-illusions]

Calamity@Lady Ombre: The florges approached the trio as she looked voer the small giratina "Greetings all mighty," she greeted her politley "I havent seen any gods or goddesses from my universe so im not sure how its suppose to be..." she thought out slightly before looking towards Silas "This prison...." she said lightly in thought patting her chin with hand "Why was he imprisoned? It has something to do with the young zorua...?" her gaze wondered to the collapsed zorua who still haven't moved "Right...?"

Silas's shouting had quickly melted into silence, I suppose this was a job for Calamity then! She happily approached Lady, ready to answer her question.

Her reply was interrupted as Calamity seemed to zone off in confusion, that couldn't be right. She didn't say he could use that. There were no spirits of Giratina around beside her. A look of horror began to bleed into her expression. There was only one person who could do that. Someone much more important than a lowly spirit, someone divine.

Reality quickly hit the spirit as she began to squirm in a panic, everything was going wrong and so quickly. "W-wait!! No! I-"

The fox raised his arm, bringing the spirit much higher. Though his face was covered it was clear he was upset, the tone of his voice was harsh and unforgiving. "I am not your Nym." "I gave you no permission to address me as such." He growled, "Call me that again, Next time I'm going to do more than just kill you. I don't want your stupid nicknames. We are not friends and we will never be friends. I don't want to be anyone's stupid fuckin' friend, Okay? So just, fuck off. Alright!" Instead of fighting Silas, Calamity quickly began to accept her fate, she was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. As much as she wanted to live she didn't have the heart to fight back. Tears quickly began to fill her eyes and as she shook in terror.

The impact was rough, dust-filled but the results were clear. Silas gave a huff, he felt nothing towards that thing's death. No sadness, no guilt, he had no connection with it. Why would he care about the death of a thing that couldn't even feel true emotions or pain? Everything she did was just an act to earn trust, a facade to seem like she was real. Something to make him care about her. He wasn't going to fall for it.

The silence was eerie, all that could be heard was the occasional small sniffle from Silas as he stared off. It seemed the fox's thoughts were wandering again.

"I hope you didn't want to talk to that thing, I think you should have asked a little quicker. It's much too late now." His tone was mocking, and demeaning as he leaned towards the Florges.

"I've taken down much worse than a poor little lost ghost. Just ask anyone~ I'm sure they'll tell you how much I love killing small, little helpless ghosts like you. They always like to squirm and scream." "So, This is what's going to happen. You're going to turn around, you're going to walk away and then you're going to leave this place, alright? How does that sound, hm?" Though he phrased it as a question, it's clear it wasn't. This was a threat, but something in his tone wasn't quite right. Something was off… there was almost a slight tremble to his voice? It was quickly covered as the fox gave a soft hum, "Well, Unless you want to find out why I was stuck in that stupid little prison, and I both think we know you don't." "If not, I'm sure we can arrange otherwise." He grinned, even with his face covered it echoed in his voice. "We can see how quickly you can die if you'd like~" "Maybe you can beat the bug's record? But, I doubt that, you seem like a stubborn one having stuck around this long."

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[uefb]

New Scamander brothers fic soon

I’ve been peeved with fic, recently, because I’d written the majority of “Hope is the thing with feathers” and had begun to post it, before Queenie Goldstein threw the largest wrench of ‘my universe’ into things as I was finishing the climax, which thus forced an actual ENTIRE rewrite. That fic is now—therefore—unfortunately on hiatus. That being said, this one is nearly ready to go next week! About 20,000 words from Theseus’ POV, following his relationship with Newt (and their parents) from the time he’s 8 to about 28—it’s very much a fic as much about Newt and early 20th century beliefs about autism as it is Theseus and brotherhood, but it’s the first time I’ve ever done a story *entirely* from outside Newt’s POV. I’m decently pleased with it, and just have to write a few missing scenes to tie the pacing and beats together. (But I’m not posting it until it’s done, to avoid a Queenie fiasco 😅.) So here is the opening of the first chapter and the last chapter of my next fic ^_^

First chapter—

Last chapter —

[megarywrites]

this chapter I'm working on is really full of description (she's traveling to a new location through different countrysides) and I know it's necessary to like establish the setting(s) here but my brain is like that one audio that's like: "I'm tired of this, grandpa!" "That's too damn bad!"

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Aria was a hardened warrior. She'd fought countless battles, faced numerous enemies and always came out victorious.

She was Taratheras' greatest weapon.

She was tired.

When Aria had agreed to the experiments as a desperate child, she'd been greiving and in pain. Twelve years later, there were new scars, new losses and new abilities, but she still felt the same. It ached. Twenty-eight was by no means old, but she was old enough now to realise that despite everything she'd been through leading up to it, sixteen was still a child. Realising one day that she was a child soldier had crushed a piece of her. Realising that, despite all the violence and bloodshed, nothing had changed had almost killed her.

She moved on. She had no choice. She was stuck in a cycle of pain, grief and vengence. For every soul avenged, she lost three more. It weighed down on her, but the war was never ending. There was no time for a young adult to question the choices made in youth and the path they put her on.

Then it ended. She emerged victorious from the final battle.

The dead were avenged.

The bloodshed was over.

Taratheras was free.

She was still the last of her village.

For all that there were celebrations and feasts and meetings, no one actually paid her any mind. They had their hero and they'd all assumed she'd continue to fight when called on. There was no reason to interact with her when so much was left to be settled.

That was their mistake.

For the first time in twelve years, in sixteen years actually, she looked to the future and realised she could choose. The ones who destroyed her home were dead, her family and comrades avenged. For the first time, Aria was able to look at the future, and make a decision that wasn't based on fixing the past. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew this.

She was tired of fighting.

Today saw her slinking down the main road of the city. The streets were full of jubilated people, none paying attention to the woman sticking to the shadows. She didn't have a goal in mind, per se, but it'd been so long since she'd done this. She realised one night that she'd spent almost half her life fighting for a place she never saw, so she was trying to change that. She was about to cut down a side alley, having reached her limit of dealing with crowds, when a shop caught her eye. The display was nothing close to what was expected of Taratheras' War Horse. Yet, a memory of Affie surfaced.

"If you're trying to figure out who you want to be, start with some new clothes"

With nothing to lose and the voice of a ghost pushing her forward, she headed into the shop.

She’s a battle-scarred, jaded super-soldier loaded with biomechanical upgrades and chemical augments. All she wants to do is wear cute clothes and paint.

[cookieclover]

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[the-kingshound]

Small Kal update

I am very fond of lists and bullet points so I'm going to make this post, and hopefully more if I manage to stay consistent, to update everyone following my WIPs about their progress.

The King's Hound

You might know that the update, which consists of the second part of chapter 2, is 95% done in terms of writing. Unfortunately, it has been for quite a while, and though I had hoped to release it by September, at the latest October, it's clear that I need a bit more time.

The main reason, just so you all are aware and know what to expect from me and my games, is that I started a three year university course, Dietetics, and the lessons alone go from 9 am to either 4 pm or 6 pm (plus, I have almost four hours a day total of commute). It's not difficult per se, but it is physically draining and takes a lot of time and energy out of me.

Personal update aside, last weekend I managed to:

Edit Arthur and Gwyar's first pov scenes in game. I think I am finally satisfied, and hopefully you will be too

Polish the code a bit.

Not much, but still. What's left to do for the update is:

Edit Morien's first meeting with MC in chapter 2

Finish writing the ROs scenes in chapter 2 (part 2)

Code chapter 2 part 2 (😭)

I'll keep you updated if I manage to get some progress done in the weekend!

Golden Ashes (blog)

Last week I finally changed the title and the blog aesthetic, so there's that. I am very happy with the new look. As for the rewrite:

I have been slowly working on it since summer. The total wordcount is around 3k words, and it includes Cherena's first meeting + dragon MC's introduction into society. It's about 30% of the updated Prologue.

I have done a bit of work on the Twine UI for Golden Ashes, but with the Sugarcube update I will need some help to have it all working as it should. Still, it's mostly done so it shouldn't require much additional time

Aand that's all. See you soon❤

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Who are some of your favorite Aemond writers? I am always looking out for new people but the tumblr algorithm is very bad

Hello!

Tumblr is blessedly algorithm free - it's one of the only social media sites left that will show you posts chronologically, rather than force what it deems most relevant to you to the top of your feed first. To ensure the best viewing experience for your dashboard, amend your dashboard preference settings to the following, and ensure you're scrolling the "following" tab and not the "for you" tab:

(Essentially, all but the final option should be toggled off)

Similarly, when browsing tags, look at "latest" instead of "top posts" and you'll see newest to oldest posts first.

Here is a list of all of the Aemond authors I currently follow: (beneath a cut, because it's a lengthy list)

@starvulture (not currently active in fandom, but has some x reader bangers)

@levithestripper (not currently active, but again, has some good stuff, plus a really good Tom Bennett fic, if you're into him)

@bronze-furys (mostly Gwayne and Cregan fics, but there's some Aemond stuff too)

@marthawrites (Midnight Passages slaps so hard)

@exitpursuedbyavulcan (entire masterlist is *chef's kiss*)

@st-eve-barnes (not actively writing at present, but has lots of great stuff to read)

@asa-do-your-thing (writes for an entire host of ASOIAF characters, but there's some Aemond sprinkled in there)

@lya-dustin (has a couple x oc long fics on her masterlist)

@happilyhertale (predominately Daemon, but also writes for Aemond and Tom Bennett)

@ripdragonbeans (mostly modern Aemond fics)

@flowerandblood (Hagi's masterlist is really more of a library - lots of gems for you to read)

@ultraintrovertedgryffindor (not really active anyway, but has some really good fics on her masterlist)

@toms-cherry-trees (a few really good one shots)

@in-a-mountain-pool (selfishly stopped writing in pursuit of attaining advanced degrees - please bully her in the comments of her WIPs to come back - STEM is temporary, fan fiction is forever)

@foxinthegodswood (no longer active in fandom, but all of her Aemond fics on AO3 - username: acrossthesestars - are genuine masterpieces)

@peachessndreamss (another creator that ought to be bullied back into writing, if we're being perfectly honest)

@kate-mccannon (recently started her first OC fic, go and cheer her on in the comments)

@huramuna (Aemond x oc fic - on hiatus, but what is there is great)

@almondmilktargaryen (lots of great stuff on their masterlist)

@the-dendrophile-bookdragon (again, masterlist is enormous, go nuts)

@lauraneedstochill (hasn't written for Aemond in a while, but has some really lovely stories)

@targaryenrealnessdarling (a fandom staple, needs no introduction)

@thought--bubble (Jess has written loads, and if you pester her with comments and reblogs, perhaps she will write more)

@yoursweetheartsrevenge (a really varied masterlist with lots of choice)

@sepherinaspoppies (lots of series to read, some still ongoing)

@mourning-sapphire (very active in fandom, posts decently sized chapter updates, very good)

Apologies to anyone I have accidentally overlooked! This was pulled together from a quick skim of the people I am following.

[astarionancuntnin]

here's my masterlist with everything i've written! note that:

all fics are explicit and astarion x fem!reader unless specified

series and multichapter fics have their masterlist linked with all chapters and ao3 links

one-shots/requests will have their main theme mentioned in parentheses next to the title, and the full lists of content warnings are available on their linked post/ao3 page

Requests: CLOSED

Current pending requests: 4

- i am more comfortable writing astarion (spawn or ascended) and halsin, but im open to get out of my comfort zone and write other characters! - however, I won't write gale. I'll finish up my last requests for him and won't take new requests for the wizard. - i write in third or second POV (more experienced with x reader/tav) - comfortable with most types of writing (fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort) - i am willing to go extremely dark and kinky (basically ask and if its above my limit ill tell you, but if ive already written about it, im cool with it) - send an ask and ill get started on it! (i am quite busy recently, but i promise to get around to your request sooner rather than later)

fics are posted in chronological order of creation

this list will keep getting updated as i upload more

full list below the cut!

she was a wildfire that couldn't be tamed; he was the night star admiring her ruthless dance

Undisclosed Desires (Denial of feelings, rivals to lovers) (part 1)

Masterlist

astarion and you, along with your other companions, have been traveling together for a few weeks now. he gets on your nerves at least once a day. but as much as you hate to admit it, your late night activites are plagued by him. little do you know, hes aware of the effect he has on you and intends to use that to his advantage.

Bad Blood (Mature, Angst, follow up fic to Undisclosed Desires, Astarion POV) (part 2)

Masterlist (not posted yet)

it was meant to be a nice, simple plan. get the sorceress to fall in love with him to assure his safety. what he didn't plan was to fall for her as well, and all the complications that came along with it.

A Lesson in Taming Your Dark Consort

(all fics in this series are one-shots that surround the dynamic between Ascended Astarion and his consort Malva (my oc evil tav), heavily BDSM driven)

Taming a Tempest (spanking, semi-public sex)

oh, to be the Vampire Ascendant's dark consort. to have eternity and enhanced powers right at her finger tips - only to be denied. but two could play this game, and Malva would make Astarion regret witholding anything from her.

read on ao3

read on tumblr

Dancing on the Edge of a Knife (knife play, orgasm denial)

ever since his ascension, Malva was convinced that Astarion was the only person who could understand her every twisted desire. well, almost. there are some things she still keeps to herself, he simply wouldn't understand this part of her, the one who dances on the very edge of her knife.

read on ao3

read on tumblr

Just a Peak (voyeurism, JOI)

left on her own to leisure along the walls of the palace during yet another flamboyant soirée, malva stumbles upon a scene more interesting than the shady deals exchanged on the dancefloor, and allows herself to dance on her own as she spies on the most delicious scene hidden in plain sights. that is - until her lord senses her pleasure and decides to join in.

WIP - TBD

Contributions to Angels of The Night Collection

Magnum Opus (Malva Introduction/backstory)

Die For You (Lovers to Enemies to Lovers, Ascended Astarion) Completed work!

contains some Shadowheart x fem!reader

Masterlist

the ascension changed the person Astarion was, or so you believed. you broke up and parted ways after defeating the netherbrain, thinking it was for the best, but when you see him again 6 months later at the reunion, you realize you never truly moved on. and neither did he.

Meet Me In The Woods (predator/prey)

read on ao3

read on tumblr

it's astarion's turn to keep watch for the night. everyone's off to bed and he's still gone hunting and nowhere to be seen. you refuse to be the one to fill in for him again, so you venture into the woods looking for where he was last seen.

Midnight's Embrace (weed, polyamory)

astarion x female!reader x halsin

read on ao3

read on tumblr

you can’t recall the last time you had a real, good night of sleep. your fight with the nether brain is approaching fast and your anxiety is only increasing. halsin proposes to try a special brand of herbs to alleviate your mind. turns out this herb also awoke something else in you.

Nothing But A Dream (somnophilia)

read on ao3

read on tumblr

you've agreed to take things slow with astarion, only partaking in nighttime activities when he specifically desires them, and this morning, he wants you. but he would hate to intrude on your precious beauty sleep.

Run, Little Fox (predator/prey, hate sex, mildly dubious consent)

read on ao3

read on tumblr

this brat of a rogue questioned your leadership one time too many, it is time he learns his place, and youll do it the only way he'll listen to you: with a challenge. if you win, he will be held accountable for his actions, but if he wins, he gets to use you every night. it doesn't matter anyway, you'll win... won't you?

Public Display of Affection (A!A, jealousy, semi-public/loud sex, hints of voyeurism feat. Gale)

read on ao3

read on tumblr

his consort - his beautiful, too kind for her own good - forever young lover. she was his, and his only, and he believed it was long overdue to make that statement clear among the rest of their group. after tonight, the only name spiling from her luscious lips would be his.

Death is Not an Escape (Mature, Dead By Daylight AU, heavy angst)

read on ao3

read on tumblr

it wasn't supposed to end like this, they were supposed to get out and defeat the absolute - together. but as a dark fog swallowed them whole, their fates changed drastically.

The Ways of Worship (Priest/Modern AU, Corruption)

read on ao3

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this faith was all you've ever known. so when you wake up a morning with the dreadful feeling that you've lost it, you do the one thing that makes sense - confess to your local priest. when he offers his guidance with the promise of making you whole again, you accept without a second thought. your first lesson begins tonight.

Remember Me (Angst, Audio adaptation)

read on ao3

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you can't make sense of where you are or even how you ended up in this cell - hells, you're not even sure of who you are at this point; any memories of your past are a blur. it's all the more confusing when a group of adventurers come to rescue you, and a particularly worried pale elf takes it upon himself to help you remember who you are.

Silent Night (Somnophilia, Heavy Non-Con, Breeding)

gale x tav

read on ao3

read on tumblr

gale's one dream with Tav is to have a family - something she's been teasing for too long now. something gale is done denying himself. tonight, whether she wants it or not, he'll make her the mother of his children.

My Only Request (Rape, Forced pregnancy, corellon's blessing)

malva x prudence (tav/tav)

read on ao3

read on tumblr

after years spent living together with prudence, malva feels the need for something new. something greater than what they already have. something only corellon's blessing could make possible. she will need to get over her hatred for the gods to bless her wife with the gift of life, whether she wants it or not.

sleeping next to astarion

A!A's children

your short future with astarion

A!A being possessive of his consort

reflection on revenge with astarion

astarion caring about you

[xxnashiraxx]

WIP Whenever 🖤

Going off the last line challenge and the wips I've been tagged in, namely by the wonderfully talented @lanafofana, @andromedaancunin, & @vividiana to name a few!! I love you guys! 💖

Here's a little snippet from Chapter 20 coming out tomorrow!!

His lips a delicate introduction, he presses them over her quivering pulse point, ever so gently. His touch barely skims across, like she’s made of glass, seeking the perfect entry in contrast to the savagery he’s about to enact. Slotting his fangs above his old mark, tentative press to the divots, she sucks in a breath in anticipation. Not for weeks have they done this- not since her feelings were barely past their inception, not since she’d spiraled into whatever presence occupies space alongside the tadpole… The line dividing them from the past and uncertain future is gone the instant his teeth sink in, a prick of delicious agony, the time between them struck from the record. Elegant points perforate the conduit carrying what he seeks most until it flows from her into his mouth. She suppresses the whimper that hangs taut in the air, her own canines blunt as they bite down hard on her lip. His moan of relief is vulgar, fingernails digging through the fabric of her pants as he grips her leg, the other sliding up her waist to rest over the healing injury, still sensitive. For a moment she’s afraid he’ll claw at her there, too, but he doesn’t… Instead, he caresses the soft flesh until she can no longer hold back the sounds trapped in her throat. Such a contrast to the sharp digging of his fangs, tearing with an almost amateur fervor that spurs tears in her eyes. It hurts, gods, it hurts so much… “Don’t-” She gasps, feeling him loosen his jaw. A muffled huff of disapproval melts against her shredded derma, and in resignation, he clamps down again. Her body spasms beneath his touch, every inch of her fighting the impulse to shove him away, to ask him to stop. It’s neither cruel nor merciful- frostbite that claims each digit as it snakes its way up her arms and down her spine. Indiscriminately it claws and rips as it extracts tears from her and she shudders in his arms, trying to latch onto the gentle soothing of his fingers at her side. She sobs, the threads of his connection leashing her thoughts to his. It’s a sweet and excruciating concession, spreading like a blight through every limb. As he intertwines them further, pushing past the tadpole to connect them in a different way entirely, she admits defeat with a sorrowful whine. Because making it hurt still isn’t enough… There’s no escaping how good it feels- not even when he’s trying to rip my throat out. “O-okay,” She rasps, voice gravelly and raw. He can feel her submission before she speaks, tongue running over the torn skin like the sear of an iron. His approval heady and thick in her skull, he moves to the other side and kisses her there, fingers wrapping her long hair around his wrist to tug her head back. Anchoring her in his grip, leash loosening around her laughable self-control, he sinks in, her eyes drifting shut at the soft bite of pressure- surrendering to the warmth that pulses through her body. It’s torture, fighting the instinct to touch him, weightless in his lovely embrace both in body and mind. If this is what all those books and movies hoped to portray, a dominion all-consuming and passionate, then the meager self-control she’s maintaining isn’t long for this world...

Anyway!!! This is ready to go!! I am equal parts terrified and excited to finally move past the total freeze out we've had and god I hope the dialogue is good. I've been mentally torturing myself over it for like three weeks.

No pressure tags! Share with me your words!!! @pinkberrytea @khywren @caffeinatedmunchkin @bby-bel-art @bloodinwine @bum-dragon @inkymoonbunny @verbenaa @preciouslittlebhaalbae @elinorbard @nerdallwritey @lanafofana @obsessedwhyyes @larvasmoonlight @deadly-diminuendo @heylittleriotact @aldisobey @emmg @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @coyote-mint @hellethil @bardic-inspo @marlowethebard @badbloodwitch @justabiteofspite @roguishcat @alwaysmauria

[onthewaytosomewhere]

WIP WED

i was not planning to do one until @dizzymisslizzie pointed out the similarity i was also seeing to dragon alex and his horses with TZP and dakota so ... why not - right? - if ya wanna catch up on Something About Dragons - Chapter 4 will be out Thursday morning

thanks so much for the tags today @dizzymisslizzie @priincebutt & @tailsbeth-writes

Henry leans on the fence with a grace that doesn’t quite match his carefully tousled hair or the smudge of dust on one cheek. His gaze is fixed on the horses, a kind of reverence in his expression. He’s known horses all his life—ridden, groomed, trained. But he’s never seen anything like this. These horses—especially the young ones—interact with Alex as if he’s one of them. Not just familiar, but kin. And Henry knows, because he’s watched from the narrow tower window in the early hours, that when this same man is a dragon, scales and wings and flame, the horses still run to him. That says something. Something big. Something that makes Henry’s chest ache in a way he doesn’t yet understand. Henry thinks it might possibly mean that all the thoughts he has about this dragon being different than what he’s heard dragons are might be true. Alex walks over to join Henry at the fence, brushing stray hay from his trousers, Cal trailing behind like a shadow. The horse nudges Alex’s shoulder impatiently, clearly expecting something—an introduction to the prince. A proper one. Alex can’t help but huff a small laugh. Cal’s been asking about the prince for days now, ever since overhearing the older horses and Alex talk about the royal guest in the princess tower. He’s been very interested. Alex slides sideways with a practiced ease that comes from being around Cal most of the young horse’s life, and gives him space to move forward. The horse wastes no time, stepping up to the prince with all the confidence of a creature who knows he is beloved. Henry blinks, showing his surprise, as the horse nudges his chest with warm breath and curious eyes. Tentatively, he raises his hand, fingers brushing over the horse’s nose. Cal leans into the touch, and Henry, as if guided by instinct, strokes along his face, up between the eyes, all the way to the soft tufts behind his ears. Alex watches, amused, but something flickers behind his grin. He doesn’t need Cal to say a word. The horse is smitten. And, by the look of it, so is the prince. “If ya keep that up,” Alex drawls, arms crossed where he leans over the fence rail, “you’re gonna become his favorite.”

& the vid that inspired me deciding i might as well post today (cuz i can't be the only one who could spend all day watching this)

& AN OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO ALSO THROW A LAST MINUTE ONE OUT and a few tags just cuz i can lolz

no pressure at all tags (cuz i'm so late lolz) to @adreama-writes @alasse9 @blueeyedgrlwrites @caterpills @cha-melodius @dezinthecloud @dreamtigress @emmalostinwonderland @eusuntgratie @faketrex @firstprincehornyramblings @firstsprinces @forever-fixating @freyjaexplores @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @jafffacakess @jmagnabo92 @judasofsuburbia @kj-bee @lfg1986-2 @miharaikko @mikibwrites @msmarvelouswinchester @piratefalls @porcelainmortal @royal-chandler @run-for-chamo-miles @sophie1973 @sparklepocalypse @stellarmeadow @suseagull5914 @tailsbeth-writes @taste-thewaste @theprinceandagcd @thinkof-england @typicalopposite @thesleepyskipper @thighzp @tinyarmedtrex @zwiazdziarka

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

ABOUT ME AND MASTERLIST

hello everyone! My name is Anne and I'm just a girl who writes for Formula 1!

reqs currently open inbox currently open

I am so glad you have somehow found this little blog! a few things about me: I have the unhealthiest obsession with uhm... OLDER MEN, I struggle to wake up on race days but do it anyways and still complain about it, I love good romance books and movies, and I like to cook rather than bake because I can't bake 🥲

we're all friends here, so please feel free to reach out! I hope you all enjoy your time here! :)

below is my masterlist related to all things f1! as I continue to write, I will continue to add to the list.

the list will be divided individually by drivers or team principals (mostly toto wolff). Any mature content will be noted by the symbol ❤️ if it's full of fluffy content then I will mark it with the symbol 🩵, I don't know if there're any chances that I will write some angsty stuff or not, and if yes then it will go by this heart symbol 💛.

happy reading! <3

Toto Wolff

Homecoming Daydream Series ❤️, 🩵 1 2 3

Mr Long Legs and Ms Pocket Size 🩵 One-shot

Movie night 🩵 One-shot

Hearts in Sync, Tires on Track 🩵 One-shot

Scout Wolff 🩵 One-shot

Then, now, and forever ❤️,🩵

Prinzessin ❤️,🩵

Sebastian Vettel

Little Vettel (WIP) 🩵

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Charles Leclerc

Play you? Play me? ❤️,🩵

Max Verstappen

His bookworm ❤️,🩵

Smile, we’re on the camera ❤️,🩵

Instacrush ❤️,🩵

Oscar Piastri

Summer Serendipity - Chapter 1

Summer Serendipity - Chapter 2

Summer Serendipity - Chapter 3

Summer Serendipity - Chapter 4

Kinktober 2024

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