#wip: magically inclined

[murdockdevil-newblog]

Title: How I Met Your Witch. Prompt: ... For: Was for an October prompt event but i didn't finish it, so i'm now posting this cause I thought it was cute. Who: Caesar Kane (OC) & Cassian Barakzai (OC) Wip: Magically Inclined Notes: Caesar meets Cassian when Cassian's lost cat shows up at her cafe. They meet. Words: 501

Caesar Kane watches intently as a little black cat scratches its paws against the back of her cafe's sofa. As much as she'd like to throw a fit about it, the little guy is cute and it isn't exactly doing any harm. So, she doesn't do anything to it. She just lets it do its thing, it deciding to lounge on the sofa, opposed to scratching it anymore — her watching, curiously, wondering what it would be like to be a cat.

She's so lost in her own thoughts that she avoids noticing the dark-haired woman —- who she doesn't know is a real witch —- who walks into the cafe with a look of irritation in her brown eyes. "Oi," the dark haired witch says looking at her with narrowed eyes. "What's my cat doing here?"

Caesar does not even budge at her voice. She's used to having irritable customers. It's just another Monday to her. "I don't know, it was bored?" she states a little bored herself, looking at her like it's not her problem, before she looks at the cat who's walking in their owner's direction. When it reaches them, it prrs against its owner's legs and the witch picks up her cat. "Bored?" The witch asks, perplexed. She looks at the cat, and then right at Caesar who still looks bored, herself. "Were you bored, Terry?" The cat prrs louder. "I suppose he was."

Caesar sighs, right before she reaches out to touch the cat. It does not hiss at her. Instead, it prrs against her touch and its owner smiles. "Terry's a weird name for a cat. Sounds a little too human," Caesar says, casually.

The witch shrugs with only one shoulder, before she states. "That's because he's not just any cat — he used to be a person." The witch replies. She watches as Caesar continues to pet the cat, and the thing finally pulls away.

"Well, it's better than my name," Caesar comments, suddenly realizing how beautiful this woman is. She's got pale skin, jet black hair, and cheekbones that can cut through marble. She also has catlike brown eyes that are as alert as the cat's. She picks up on the comment, but like irritable customers walking in, she's used to people saying odd things.

"What's your name then? My name's Cassian," the witch introduces, using a freehand to shake, then resting the arm she's not using.

Caesar chuckles. "Caesar," she says casually, "It's nice to meet you, Cassian and Terry." She shakes the beautiful woman's hand and smiles at her, softly — impressed by meeting another woman with a name that's usually a man's. "Nice to meet you, too. Thanks for letting my little guy stay here for a while." Cassian says this just as casually as Caesar had said her own name.

"What did you mean by he 'used to be a person'?" she asks the witch, finally, even though she's used to it, but still not aware of the fact that she's a real witch.

The witch winks at her. Uses the cat's paw to wave at her. "We have to go — maybe I'll explain it another day, yeah?" she replies, and then she turns to leave out the door.

Caesar is still confused. So she mumbles, "Used to be human," under her breath, before looking at where the cat had been laying. "Why do the attractive people always have to be a bit weird?" Now bored, since there was no cat there to watch, she hums to herself and waits for her next customer.

[murdockdevil-remade]

Let’s gooo 📂 📂 📂

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martina Roscoe in marta and the diner

Due to her relationship with time, Marta noticed she could stop time at a very young age. However, by doing so, sometimes she’d get stuck in a time loop. This scared her and her mother whenever she came out of the time loop. This was no surprise to her mother though, since her father’s brother was gifted with the same ability and he could stop time and occasionally travel through it. But she was still worried she’d lose Marta to a time loop. Something that they avoided by having Marta take pills to numb her powers down. The issue was, instead of eliminating the problem, the problem became worse and she ended up time traveling. So, Marta ended up being taught how to control her ability a little better by her uncle.

Luna Rosano in 'all these things'

Luna is a fake party psychic who actually turns out to be a real psychic. Only issue is she doesn't realize this until she's in a situation where she has to use her psychic ability to prove that she's psychic to get out of a situation she put herself in where she lied about being psychic. Which is a whole situation. But she ends up saving herself from getting got, because she actually was psychic the whole time, she just didn't know it. She just had to tap into the ability in a near death situation.

Cassian Barakzai in 'magically inclined'

She owns a cursed objects shop. since a lot of the time she goes about retrieving cursed objects for people, she sorta just took it upon herself to open up a shop where she doesn’t really sell the objects unless she undoes their curses. and even then she gets good business because people just like spooky stuff.

[themarcspector-hasmoved]

Prompt: None Who: Cassian Barakzai & Caesar Kane WIP: Magically Inclined Triggers: Swearing. Notes: Cass & Cee being cute.

Cass has never brought Caesar over to her place. It’s not because she doesn’t like her or because bringing someone home feels too intimate, she just travels too much and is rarely ever home, so her small apartment in London is typically messy. She had warned Caesar of this before having brought her to her place and she had made a joke. 

“You mean witches can’t just crinkle their nose like ‘bewitched’ and have their whole house cleaned?” 

And that had actually caused Cass to laugh harder than she’d laughed in a long time. Because, well, some witches could clean their homes with magic. It’s just, Cass’ parents were too busy teaching her protection spells and attack spells to teach her basic home spells. And well, she was much too embarrassed to tell Caesar that because Caesar’s parents appeared to love her to bits, when it was clear that Cass’ only loved her potential power. 

As Caesar spoke to her about her home, and as Cass opened the door to her apartment, she thought of that. The thought of the lack of love her parents showed her throughout the years dissipated when Caesar hugged her and then ran into her apartment and smiled. “It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be. It’s messy, but it’s not…as if it’s a pig pen, you know?” she said all too calmly, sitting on her couch. “Very very how I pictured the decor though. Whimsy goth to the max.” 

Cass felt her lips twitch into a smile. She was about to thank her but her stomach growled. “You hungry?” she asked, turning to the other woman, who nodded and stood up. 

“Sure am. You even got anything in the fridge though?” Caesar asked, curiously. 

Cass grinned. “Actually, there’s an italian place not too far from here, they bring me stuff in under five minutes cause I’ve done them a few favors. I was wondering if you wanted a bite from there?” Her eyes focused on the Caesar who hummed in thought before she nodded. “Okay cool.” 

But just as Cass was about to make a phone call, Caesar smiled at her, the type of smile Cass hadn’t been given by her. “Why’re you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“You’ve been kind to me, Barakzai…” she said softly. 

“Okay…” Cass replied, confused. 

“Real kind….” Caesar continued, right before she got on her tiptoes and kissed Cassian’s cheek, causing her to turn a bright shade of red. 

“Hey….” was all Cass could say. “You hit your head earlier?” She was going to say more, but then Caesar walked away, smiling still, causing Cass to mouth ‘what the fuck’ to herself before taking a seat.

[aethon-recs]

This Week in Tomarrymort (12 – 19 September 2024)

Hi everyone, so sorry this is a couple of days late this week! Will be back on the normally scheduled time next week!

As with last week, please feel free to add a little overview/summary about your update to the notes! I so enjoyed reading all the notes last week 🤍

(And in case you missed, a recap of the extra notes from last week!)

Ills of Murder by @shadow-of-the-eclipse (E, 37k, WIP) [source] "Harry comes in swinging from a bleak version of sixth and seventh years, fully intending to kill Tom. Unfortunately it seems the only people Tom and Harry are incapable of killing is the other. Harry's on attempt 4 and counting and this time he gives up on spells and decides to punch Tom Riddle's nose off. Tom's still utterly enamoured with him." friend of the devil (a friend of mine) by @shyinsunlight (E, 11k, WIP) [source] "When after four long years Harry and Tom meet again, the world turns upside down. Or maybe it was upside down all along, and it’s now flipping back over." These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain (M, 23k, WIP) [source] "Things have gone from bad to worse, and Harry is finally about ready to take matters into his own hands…even if it means defying the normal laws of Magic and actually doing something for himself for once. (Guess which one will be harder for him 😂) In this update, Harry and Voldemort unexpectedly come face to face for the first time since the Dark Lord's death…which leads to a disturbing realization for Harry." Anytime, Anywhere, Always by @moontearpensfic (E, 13k, WIP) [source] "A Harry-corrupts-Tom AU: Tom expects to feel victorious at his greatest enemy's confession. Instead, he develops a crush on him." the crushing weight of cancelling your fav by @cindle-writes (M, 4k, complete) [source] "Tom Riddle has made millions and built a cult following around his politics-themed online stream, much to his boyfriend Harry’s bemusement. However, bemusement quickly turns into concern when Harry meets one of Tom’s biggest, most fervent fanboys, Regulus Black."

Now onto the updates from this week!

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Tomarrymort One Shots and Completed Fic

Chapter 22 (Completed) of A Shot in the Dark by Ragdolly

One Shot | The Dinner by moontear for @moontearpensfic

One Shot | There's Something About (The Way You Are) by Ragdolly

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Tomarrymort Ongoing Fics

Chapter 12 of the stars, my destination by @milkandmoon-ao3

Chapter 1 of bad moon rising by sansaerys

Chapter 11 of Sits the wind in that quarter by @mosiva

Chapter 2 of a pound of flesh by @ictyn

Chapter 8 of Saint Harry by @alenablack @chaos-bear

Chapter 34 of Part One - The Solitude of Suffering by @iseliljathedreamer

Chapter 18 of Date Ideas for the Linguistically Inclined by Antique_Mango

Chapter 14 of Double-Aspect Paradox by TimaeusKosmou

Chapter 6 of God is a Wizard by @onehitpleb

Chapters 121 through 123 of Liquida Tenebris (Remastered) by @dymis

Chapter 17 of Learning to love by @l-archiduchesse

Chapter 1 of The Cosmos In Your Eyes by @v33r00

Chapter 7 of Do It Over by @thefangirlibrarian

Chapter 6 of These Fragments We've Shored by @rowena-rain

Chapter 21 of Time Stumbler by Wintumn

Chapter 4 of Hole in the Wall by tomrddle

Chapters 1 through 3 of Fetters of the Damned by @sc0rpiflow3r

Chapter 16 of Outrunning the Villain in You by @zenyteehee

Chapter 5 of midnight train by @girl-with-goats

Chapter 43 of Of Monsters, Of Men by @ca-xan-dra

Chapter 2 of the body is a blade by @lovely-lotus

Chapter 2 of Dream a little dream (of me) by @cenedrariva

Chapter 12 of Just Business by @holaolla1

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[crazylittlejester]

Godslayer for the wip game

It’s a Sky meets the chain fic I’ve been working on for literal months that definitely got taken off the back burner and just placed on the fucking counter for a bit alsmddk. Basically I just wanted to really highlight how while Sky is genuinely very sweet and kind, he has a certain Vibe to him thats almost unsettling and you can FEEL the power coming off him. He’s dangerous, but CHOOSES to be kind. And when some of the more magically inclined members of the chain feel the power coming off him they’re a bit wary of him, namely Time Wars and Legend

Warriors had been wary of Sky from the day he first met him. He’d been the last one to join the group, putting their numbers at nine now. The captain wasn’t fooled by the nineteen year old’s bright smiles or warm hugs, he could feel the ancient energy radiating off of him. He could sense he was in the presence of something older than the kingdom of Hyrule itself, something powerful and potentially dangerous.

Of course some of the others hadn’t believed him.

“Sky?” Wind scoffed, jabbing a thumb in the sky knight’s direction. The skyloftian was humming a sweet little melody, smiling to himself as he carved Wild a new cooking spoon.

“Wind, I’m telling you,” Warriors said, deathly serious. “He’s dangerous.”

i love sky he should be allowed to be sweet but also batshit

[snowywinterevenings]

Last Line Challenge

I was tagged by @anxiousotters. Here is a little bit from a fic that I found the beginning of in my WIP graveyard that has now overtaken my brain:

When the door opened again, Cody swore viciously and scrambled out of his bed, sending Boga flying with a displeased hiss as he backed against the wall and collapsed, his shaky legs unable to support him. A skeleton had marched into the room holding a tray, and its empty sockets stared at Cody as if he was some sort of curiosity. He heard a huff of laughter from the doorway and tore his eyes away from the intruder to find Obi-Wan watching him with a small smile on his lips.

“Apologies. I suppose I should have warned you about Arfour.” He didn’t sound sorry at all.

“Arfour?”

Obi-Wan inclined his head toward the skeleton. “Arfour, or Attempted Reanimation Four, helps out around the manor.”

“You’re a necromancer?” Cody hated how his voice sounded and that his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest.

“Oh no, nothing so Dark as that. There is no soul attached to the bones. They can simply move around with the aid of the Force. Pulling souls from the Force and attempting to place them in a body is the sort of forbidden magic used by the Sith.”

“So you just stole someone’s bones and you’re not being haunted by their angry spirit?”

“I did not steal them. They were here when I arrived, and as I said, souls are not attached to bones. When someone passes away they become one with the Force.”

Open tags today because alas I must get ready for work. Share what you’re working on!

[dirty-bosmer]

Wip Wednesday

tagged by @skyrim-forever and by @theoneandonlysemla @thequeenofthewinter @lady-iizsil last week. Thank you <3 As always I love seeing what everyone's working on :) posting before work and will catch up on lunch break heheh

Tagging: @justafoxhound @elavoria @ladytanithia @unironicallytes @gilgamish @tallmatcha @sheirukitriesfandom @lucien-lachance @stormbeyondreality @bostoniangirl21

Chipping away at chapter 2 of post-applewatch Lucien/Nim smutchaos. He's slowly discovering that his girlfriend is the Daedric Prince of Madness and he's uh... not happy about it :)

Mountain air and forest musk. Sharp sting of pine on wind-chafed skin. Past the battlements of Fort Farragut, the sunlight grasps at all it can touch, scours the world until it’s clean, gilded and glimmering. Lucien has seen enough of Tamriel to know that this is as close to paradise as he’ll ever be again, so he breathes it deep, permitting himself only a moment of idle fantasy, where alone, he dreams of the life that he’s since left behind. One with the security afforded by the familiar title of Speaker, one where he still knew with certainty what Sithis wanted of him. One where he didn’t question the power he’d rightfully earned. The life before he met her.  But now? Now as Listener, bearing the highest honor that can be bestowed, he’s become frayed, unfinished, a stranger to himself. Now when the Brotherhood needs him the most, doubt rots him at the root, hollows him out in the xylem. And it sickens him, revolts him, and he knows this isn’t him, knows in his bones that this weakness comes from powers beyond comprehension. Strange magic she's infected him with— she's changed. She changes him, for he has never been this man, and it’s her fault. Hers. The sin no prayer will deliver. The poison he’d have to let himself bloodless to relieve. Him and his Silencer who's no longer his Silencer, growing together like lichen, alike in that desire makes them even more frightening. How they want so completely. How their love consumes all. Even here, hundreds of miles from their home in Bravil, he can’t escape it. Trapped in the whirl of it, he watches himself orbit about her as if hovering a foot above his head. Lucien's fists strain against the railing, because he is the Listener; he is not this man. Duty comes before all and if she threatens it, she'll reap the consequence, and yet he knows, in his bones, that he'll return to her out of instinct, some animal inclination, by some foreign presence inside him. Inhuman and shapeless, unable to vanquish the final act of longing, he opens his heart to her like a fresh wound. Like something torn apart. 

It's them.

[littlestpersimmon]

my wip rn:

a lonely, trans, autistic and ocd prince doing his darndest to keep his ramshackle kingdom from falling apart

medieval in vibes and aesthetic only

all the world's countries and kingdoms have fallen into a single point in spacetime and have all congealed into an enormous country-sized fortress

the Prince lives on one of the smallest complex of the fortress, but at an advantageous location- the outside world is haunted by a cancer-like force that warps everything it passes by- called the sorrowing

the warping waves of magic comes by in storms, that the prince, so mathematically inclined, lives in a tower calculating both his taxes and the next storm of warping magic

the Prince is skilled at what he does, but he is a bit of an eccentric and a contradiction as he aligns himself with anarchy and socialism.. while being a prince

eitherway. the prince loves paperwork, working in the fields, working on farmers rights and maintaining his duck pond

one day, he finds a stranger in a landfill he's trying to get rid of

he nurses the stranger back to health

finds out that the stranger was the honest to fuck knight who, a thousand years ago, caused the world to fall apart

the knight was born to a dynasty of magical queens who could contain the world's grief in their hearts- so long as they remain women.

the knight could not control his true identity (he wanted to be a boy) and set out the world trying to see if he could find some way to continue his ancestors' work, without losing himself in the process

it does not work

the world falls to ruin over one boy's wish

the knight wanted to face the dragon of grief that leapt out his own heart

the dragon consumes him and spits him out 1,000 years later like Aku chucking Samurai Jack into the future

the Prince now has the literal cursebearer and the reason transphobia exists under his wing

everything is high stakes, but the story focuses on the prince and the knight falling in love and running the kingdom lovingly with gluestick and Candlewax

dark souls meets parks and rec: the anarchist bl edition

[morelikeravenbore]

Sk8er Boi AU wasn't on my bingo card this morning but here we are.

Crackfic WIP below.

Wizarding folk, among which Sebastian was usually proud to include himself, had a distinct fondness for cobblestones. Great for aesthetics, sure: nothing screamed eccentric magical village quite like alarmingly uneven stone roads, but what worked for aesthetics was absolutely shite for skateboarding. 

That's right, skateboarding. 

Luckily, Sebastian was a wizard — and quite a gifted one at that — and though his professors from his Hogwarts days would likely argue that inventing a hovering charm to ride a Muggle skateboard over otherwise un-skateable terrain was a waste of his talents, he was inclined to disagree. Especially now, as he hurtled down the main street of Hogsmeade, dodging carts, villagers and stray cats at speeds that rivalled the newest model of the Firebolt.

No, far from a waste of time, this was undoubtedly the most impressive use of his magical prowess since he'd successfully cast the Killing Curse on the first go. 

— Can I Make It Any More Obvious? coming soon.

[rivensdefenseattorney]

Bloom Character Profile

(WIP) *Means it's more subject to change

Basic Information

Name: Bloom Peters

Race: Fairy

Age: 18

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Height: 5'5 (165 cm)

Unique Features

Freckles that resemble dragon scales

Education & Background

Education: Alfea Interdimensional College of Fae

Year: 1

Concentrated Study: Undecided

Favorite Class: Ancient Fae Studies

Birthplace: Gardenia, Earth

Relationships*

Family

Mother: Vanessa Peters

Father: Michael Peters

Friends

Stella/Aisha (Winx Best Friends)

Brandon/Riven/Timmy (Specialist Best Friends)

Love Interests

Sky

Personality Traits

Passionate & Determined: Despite being behind others in magical prowess, her relentless determination drives her forward.

Curious: She possesses an insatiable curiosity, always eager to uncover hidden truths and explore the world around her.

Open-minded: Bloom embraces new ideas and perspectives, welcoming diverse viewpoints in her pursuit of understanding.

Emotion-Led & Moral: She leads with her emotions and morals, often making decisions guided by her heart. This can lead to unforeseen consequences, but she holds firm to her principles.

Struggling with Imposter Syndrome: Despite her talents, Bloom frequently experiences imposter syndrome, doubting her abilities and feeling inadequate among others with more advanced magical skills.

Self-Blame & Responsibility: Her inclination to blame herself for situations beyond her control adds to her emotional burden. She carries a sense of responsibility for the safety and well-being of those around her.

Empathetic Leadership: Bloom's natural inclination toward leadership and understanding others' emotions would be more pronounced. She might find herself in roles where she becomes a natural guide or support for those around her, further intensifying her sense of responsibility towards their safety. She strives to shield people from harm, even at the cost of her own well-being.

Emotional Depth: She's highly attuned to the emotions of others and has a deep desire to connect on an emotional level. Bloom's struggles with controlling her fire magic is deeply intertwined with her emotional state.

Idealism & Imposing Expectations: Bloom holds strong ideals and expectations. Bloom sets high standards for herself, exacerbating her imposter syndrome when she feels she falls short of her own expectations in mastering her magic or protecting others.

Conflict Avoidance: Bloom's emotional leadership sometimes lead her to feel immense guilt or internal conflict when her decisions inadvertently lead to unexpected outcomes or conflicts.

Seeking External Validation: Bloom often grapples with seeking reassurance from those around her regarding her decisions, especially when she feels unsure or guilty about the consequences.

Skills & Abilities

Resistant to Temperature Changes

Can control the Dragon Flame of Rebirth

Can manipulate Fire Magic

Very good at conducting investigative research

Hobbies & Interests

Photography

Journalism

Writing

Reading

Sketching

Working on Vehicles

Quirks & Habits

Loves spicy foods and adds spice to everything

Likes to be high up

Spends a lot of time finding hiding spots

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Winx Rewrite Master Post

[court-jobi]

Sneak Peek: Just Be Gentle pt 2

Gif credit by @javier-pena

I am SO delayed in this, but WIP Weekend it is! Recommended by the lovely @djarins-cyare, thanks friend!

I have not visited my drafts folder in sooo long, but I'm coming out of an unintentional writing hiatus and have fresh motivation to open the ole lappytop back up for a little sample to share. Part 1 of this fic was much beloved by yall apparently, so it continues here!

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x reader

Words: 1.9K (for now)

For my Star Wars | Mandalorian Masterlist, check it out here!

Paz watched the scene before him unfold; the heat of compassion bloomed in the gut like stoking a fire…

Din Djarin swore on the deed of his ship that he wasn’t exaggerating. He placed a flag solidly in her camp, and would go to arms for her as a returned gesture of loyalty. From that first meeting when the Hunter came back through the alcove to Nevarro’s covert, he spoke on his companion’s competence on several fronts. Namely, in all the ways that resonated with his people: creative thinking, handy know-how, and something more: empathy- a gift not to be ignored when it came to caring for others -himself included- in moments of high stress. 

He praised her talents ‘all across the board’, citing moments in their brief stint together on the Razor Crest as testimony to his Mandalorian clan for her to remain there in shelter– to be the exception to their rules regarding outsiders. Aruetti. 

A surprise to none, Paz Vizsla deemed that it would be up to him to judge such loyalties for himself; as a man more inclined to view actions as proof rather than words. 

But then he met her. Every bit of what Djarin said was true. Better yet, she proved every assumption of his wrong: allowed her to take him by the crook of his arm, surrendered her best vote of confidence, and let him lead. Acquiesced to his strength, protected it, and encouraged him at every turn. Saved him the first of her meals, the best of her scavenged findings. Took to tending to his wounds herself, because he wasn’t gentle enough to do so on his own.

A few weeks have passed since that day, but his fondness for her didn’t wane like the moon’s phases did. Paz Vizsla made it his mission from that moment forward to carry an extra ounce of gentleness, just for her. 

Then, the refugees came pouring in. Her arrival couldn't have been timed more perfectly, Paz thought; he’d only begun to see the full measure of little Song’s magic the moment he saw her skills at work. 

A smaller covert made a quick exit and raced to safety after a raid depleted their stores a few systems over. There had been some rumors of their hunter clans taking the bait of Guild membership in order to make ends meet, as they’d seen in Djarin’s success. The Way instilled a sense of belonging wherever Mandalorians crossed paths, so merging on his covert’s territory for the upcoming season out of necessity was a given.

But now, in light of Nevarro’s storm season, it seems their numbers would be doubling indefinitely. The situation proved to be a strain and test of everyone’s flexibility and resilience, to keep everyone content and organized on such short notice… but with a Vizsla as Alorad, they flourished with the change in plans and watched on as Paz steeled himself against Fear, and made everything suitable. Supplies were rationed and rooms were stuffed to the brim, but they would make do.

While they may not have resources with them in tow, they more than made up for it by pulling their weight in preparation for the underground shelters. And that, would benefit all. 

Song made herself indispensable, true to what Djarin had said. Moreover, she did so with caring smiles and solemn assurances to the migrating Mandalorians -young and old- who felt very out of place. To those men who lost their way in the bustle and found themselves turned around in the tunnels, she would give quick pointers about where to go– and thanked them for their service to the clan, each and every one. 

Learning fast. Paz was grateful.

Upon nightfall, there was less commotion than normal. As the common spaces gradually funneled down, bedchambers were lit and sealed for the night. For the most part, it was the heads of families -adults- who went to rooms for the night as a chance to let down and get their heads on straight after such a sudden move. Surely not all slept right away, but took to tending to their armor and delving into their meditation practices.

 Meanwhile, their children under ten or so were sent off to the creche where they could be watched over. The community room was next to the medstations, and as kids are often ones to complain of very little bout of aches, pains, or simple snotty noses, it was the logical choice. 

Two crechemasters stayed in the spacious alcove of the Medbay annex overseeing the creche, as well as one of the resident tribe’s kitchen aides, a few men as guards near the entrance and supply doors… and a certain someone -with a voice like the Coming of Spring- that Paz Viszla could never refuse pausing for a minute to listen….

Clearly tugged by the soft spot within him, Paz volunteered to serve first watch over the children for their first night, which made their parents feel that much more assured of their protection. So with blankets pulled from every corner of spare storage, canvas mats laid this way and that, and with juvenile excitement despite the circumstances, the children all got to sleep and the staff interchanged periods of rest until all was quiet by the early waning hours of morning. Even the covert’s local young ones came to join this slumber party of sorts. For the sake of welcoming and strengthening bonds, the crechemasters allowed it. 

Right after the 0300 guards changed out, Paz heard it. Inside the alcoves inset bunks, one of the smallest boys -nearly four years old- was making a steady and increasing amount of noise, until he startled himself awake and clearly didn't know where he was. He was calling for his babuir in their native tongue; but by his aimless flailing about, it’s clear he’s looking for just about anyone bigger than him that might come to his cry for help.

Before Paz could overstep one of the sleeping children nearest him to respond, he caught the woman he'd know to know as the 'Songbird of the Covert' slipping out of the window jumpseat like a sparrow off its perch, flying to the child's stuttering form up on the riser.

"Well hi honey, g'morning to you too~ Pretty early, isn't it?"

Seeing a soothing figure coming to his call, little threadbare arms immediately shot out and spoke brokenly in bits and pieces of a particular Sundari dialect. Basic wasn't his strong suit. Then again, it gave way to crying in minutes anyway, so his distress was clear and the language barrier mattered little.

"Hm?-- ohhh, aw c'mere bub..” the woman set the child on a hip as he clutched to her. She set them in a sway, “Yeah, you can stay up with me– I can always use some snuggles, too."

The toddler nuzzled in but by his whimpers, Song moved towards the open atrium with more room to walk around and hopefully not disturb the sleeping of any others. 

Paz met her there. She'd looked his way with a pitiful expression, traipsing about with the little one in her arms and keeping his little shoulders pressed in close.

"Bad dreams, I'd say," she murmured low to Paz, in Basic. "But I can't tell if anything else is wrong. Doesn’t feel too warm, not coughing. Seems trusting though, poor thing. " she shrugged, motioning to how easily the child was settling.

Through his careful watch of her across the room, he’d caught her sneaking the back of her hand to his forehead earlier in a move masked as just fixing his curls, but fortunately, he must not have been found feverish to warrant more worry. 

Paz came to bring a big, steady hand on the child's back. The kid turned his head from her neck to find the new Alorad tilting his helmet to match, and  made a big sniff to put on a brace face. Shy and no doubt aware of this elder’s importance, he snuck out a little wave back in acknowledgement.

"//Be at peace, young one. You're safe in the Reliable one's arms, that you are.//"

Whatever Paz said to this "adika" -as he seems to have called him- brought relief to the child, as he hugged her neck tighter and made himself comfortable again in her arms.

An amused whisper graced his ears as she looked up at him,

"What'd you say?"

"That he has nothing to worry about," Paz shared kindly. "He seems to like you."

 "I wouldn't think these kiddos would trust strangers so easily after what they've been through," she smoothed back the child’s hair gently- thankfully, his breathing evened out into sleepy sighs.

 "They've had quite the eventful last few days."

She kept humming away for a minute, trying to subconsciously lull the child the rest of the way. She looked absently over the nursery if other young ones, but Paz was captivated by her alone.

This instinct must have been what Djarin was talking about. She hadn't hesitated to jump right in, even though she must have been on the edge of sleep herself- if her state of dress was any hint. Shed opted for no outer protective layers for this reason perhaps- a source of comfort for the little ones, and though perhaps it was also to signify to them she was not a warrior or someone too formal for them to shy away from.

Finally seeing the child dozing back fully, Paz offered to take the child from her and set him back on his bunk above them.

 She let him, adjusting her loose cardigan back onto her shoulder. Shed opted for that over her cropped black body glove that acted as a breastband, and the loose comfy pants that honestly have fit Paz better, but she made do with her current wardrobe and didn't bother worrying about outfits too much.

Here, just over his shoulder, she watched the Big Blue tuck -yes, tuck- the child in. Stepping away only when he saw the child try to settle into his new sleep position did he step away and back towards her retreat to her watch corner.

"Teacher and carer? You're the dual package, Mr. Vizsla."

"I do what I can. It's not often I get to see our children be children- I would preserve that wonder in them if I could."

Childlike innocence: to hear the hardest-working, stoic soldier speak on such tender things was a thing of wonder itself. 

“I’ve only ever seen the little ones work their drills here– recitations, history lessons.” She looked about the room. “I haven’t seen kids this young in a year, much less so many crammed into one room.”

“Well, the rooming arrangement is common practice,” Paz explained, his trademark patience a soothing constant- even through the helmet, “You’ll find a nursery like this in every covert across the galaxy.”

Then, a more sobering thought, one that brought pity to the forefront of her mind:

“If– you weren’t all living down here, would they be going to a normal school? Making other friends? At least while they’re young?”

As if she expected any other answer, Paz’s reflex came through the form of his gentle whisper: “This is the Way.”

“That it is,” she firmed up a knowing smile. “There’s so many of them, going through so much newness at their age.”

Paz agrees, though knows no other way than the community that sleeps before them. To watch the woman’s empathy radiate from her being -those angel eyes- was to know the warmest ray of sunshine in the pit of winter. Such a calm presence… that’s what these youth need, after all. She’s exactly where she should be.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @blueleopard555 for what I think is probably a WIP game given the context clues lol.

My words are: Flirting, Kindness, and Debate

Tagging: @seyaryminamoto @magixfairyix @elsa-fogen & @yellowumbrella134

My words for you guys are: hurt, healing, & fear

Directions: You match a snippet of a WIP for a fic (or art) to each word. It can be any ship, canon, AU, or series!

*Cries in in just put out the last chapter of my latest long fic and have no WIPs other than bullet points* *Doesn't even have any working titles panic*

So this is going to be really interesting.

For debate: the closet thing that I have is this super messy, unpolished snippet with no prose whatsoever. Completely un-formatted too. It's from a fic that I may or may not even get to but have a concept for; Azula basically shuts down completely and enters this semi-catatonic unfeeling state.

“It’s fine zuko. I’m not sad.” “You lost everything you should feel upset!” “I used to. I felt a lot of things, betrayal, hurt, anger, shame… But one day it just stopped hurting. This is better. I don’t want to feel.” .oOo. "you always had ursa and iroh. I was always alone." “you had mai and tylee.” "they didn't really like me. They were only there because they were afraid of what would have happened if they weren’t" “That’s not true.” “It is.” “Azula.” “You said that I’m a liar but I’ve only ever told you the truth exactly as it was. Father did want to kill you, he doesn’t love you and he never will. He’ll always think that you have no honor. And mother doesn’t love me. She will always hate and fear me. That’s just how it is.”

For Flirting: Unnamed Sokkla fic that will double as both last weeks & this weeks entry for Earth & Mars

Hunger. Love. In a way they are the same emotion. She has never felt things in the ways that people tell her she should.  Slash! Blast! The fire reflects on his blade before it deflects. He charges at her as she charges at him. Resentment. Desire. These can also sometimes become one and the same. 

Sometimes she doesn’t know where one ends and the other begins.

For Kindness: Untitled fic concept where Icy is hit with the kindness spell in (4kids) season 2 and it doesn't wear off.

It floods in like jingling sleigh bells, like laughter and the fluid song of the ice. Like peppermint kisses on rosy cheeks and hands stuffed into mittens. And it is overwhelming, physically nauseating as claws of light magic slice her darkness to ribbons. She tries to conjure up her favorite images but she finds that her focus lasping…redirecting. Mental images of faeries pinned by the wings to the floor are spliced with faeries skipping and laughing. A wanna be witch sobbing over books that Stormy had swatted out of her arms is interrupted by a hand, that Icy only faintly recognizes as her own, helping her up. The entirety of Magix blanketed in an eternal snow is overtaken by a cozy winter in the city with open fires and sticks heavy with marshmallows. Icy grits her teeth. The spell is seeping its way in, snuffing the malice and plucking evil inclinations right out of her as she tries fruitlessly to snatch them back.

[vorgothic]

I've been sucked into Solavelyan hell and I can't help myself.

Apologies in advance to Cullen - he's a good bean, he doesn't deserve this. But these two are messy.

A little preview from a WIP. More to come.

• • • • •

Solas watches her from the quiet confines of his little alcove, tucked away from the prying eyes of the visiting Orlesian nobles. She’s like a butterfly flitting from blossom to blossom as she moves amongst them, dazzling them, charming them with her sweet smiles and honeyed words. They adore her. He supposes he shouldn't be surprised. She closed the Breach - never mind that she did it under his guidance and with a magic that was not hers - and she has been single-mindedly solving every petty concern that has fallen into her lap since. It's not hard to see why they believe her to be the chosen of their beloved Andraste. 

And yet, he knows that Elyse Trevelyan is not as saintly as she seems. For one, she’s a cheat. It’s no secret amongst Skyhold that she’s been passing time with their Commander. The way he blushes and fawns over her, like a boy in the throes of his first love, is oddly charming. A shame, then, that whatever sweet nothings she whispers in his ear are a complete fabrication. It is to him, Solas, that she comes desperate and wanting. And because he is weak, he indulges her. 

It rankles him that he wants her at all. Humans are brash and reckless, impulsive creatures, so far beneath his concern that they hardly bear thinking about. Perhaps it’s because she isn’t like most of them. Perhaps it has something to do with the mark, his own magic in her, like attracting like. Perhaps it is simply that it’s been so very, very long. Whatever the reason, he is finding it harder and harder to resist, to push her away as he should.   

Across the hall, he hears her laugh, as high and sweet as lark song. The Comte to whom she’s speaking looks thoroughly charmed. He kisses her hand and, with an elegant incline of her head, she glides away. Already there are others clamouring for her attention, but it’s him she glances to, their eyes meeting across the bustling room. Her lips quirk, a tiny, private thing meant only for him. Such a miniscule gesture and yet there is so much heat, so much promise in it that he finds himself breathless.

[widebrimmedhatsblog]

I'm going to combine my reply to yours on AO3 with this, but yes, I 100% get it. People can be so rude and unappreciative and I know it's usually not on purpose but it can still be grating. Not very demure, not very mindful 😓

This is a really young fandom (not just in age specifically, but in fandom experience) and I try to remind myself of that all the time. I'm in a place now where I just scroll past in my inbox and barely take in comments like that, but I get how disappointing it can be. We work really hard on these pieces and they genuinely take a lot of our time and energy we could spend doing other things (I haven't read a book in months), so getting responses like that on a labour of love is so grating.

I feel so awkward as a writer who gets it even phrasing "I'd love to see more" in comments. It's very: I want this person to know I loved it so much I want to see more of it, but also: I don't want this person to feel pressured to do it just because I love it, I just want them to know. Even when I commented, I had in the back of my mind how many WIPs you were working on and how stressful that can be holding all of that in your head, but I don't think normal people realise.

It's like you have a million things to do but you've spent all day baking a triple layer cake with filling and frosting and all the toppings and you're exhausted and your feet hurt but you're eagerly watching someone eat the first slice...and they say "nice! have you got any biscuits?" and you're just like???

@justallihere and I always talk about starting a fandom podcast to talk about things like this and educate people and honestly, I think the world needs it. People treat writers like TikTok content creators and that's just not how it works over here.

(Also, I promise we're not girlbossing it, we're bullshitting our way through every minute of every day)

I'm annoyed that this has ruined the excitement of posting a new work for you, you should be able to bask in our shared joy after gifting us something like this. I really loved the work, truly and I can understand the lack of inclination to continue it given the little worldbuilding we've been shown. It certainly doesn't make canon-adjacent fic easy. Love that you don't like Brennan though, or have any desire to write him. He's dodgy as fuck.

As a writer, you can only write what you want to write. If you're not enthusiastic about it or inspired by it, it either won't be written at all, or the magic won't be there. If you can see where it goes but you don't want to write it then you shouldn't.

I'm so grateful for you taking on the prompt in the first place, it was a wonderful gift and the pair of them were everything I could have hoped for—Violet being her prickly self and Xaden still being a self-assured casanova? Delicious. Plus, we love a fic where Violet gets eaten out in the wilderness 😉 Welcome to the club! Should we create a 'cunnilingus in the wilderness' tag for this fandom?

You put so much thought into this whole world and it's absolutely, truly appreciated by those who matter and understand how hard the process is and what a gift it is—thank you, thank you, thank you! 🙏

Amy!!! You are so lovely, thank YOU. I get you 100000% and I didn’t feel pressured by you whatsoever. I definitely agree that people who aren’t writers just don’t get it. I got a comment this morning that was like I’d read 200k more of this, and it’s like, someone has to WRITE 200k more of it then. Two hundred thousand words are not going to fall out of the sky just because you’d like to read them. But I digress!!! There’s been a lot of joy in it too, especially in discussing the backstory with everyone. If you and Alli had a podcast I think I would go a little insane!

I personally am just not huge on writing Brennan when he’s alive because he makes NO SENSE. I feel slightly similar about the Fen & Xaden dynamic. I just prefer to write him being dead for that reason.

Again, I’m so so SO glad you specifically enjoyed the fic!! I thought about you a lot while writing it, so I’m glad that paid off.

Cunnilingus In The Wildnerness Tag!!! Absolutely. I am honored to join the club .

This made me very happy, and definitely helped me feel better about things + my reaction to them. Thank you.

[atsadi-shenanigans]

WIP Wednesday

Got tagged by @nerdallwriteyallwritey! Thank you!

Guess I'll post the opening of the smutfic? Don't know when I'll post it (haven't finished drafting it), but here it is.

Night has fallen. Apprentice spellworkers dart through the streets to light the lanterns as the pale wash of sunset fades into purple, and then black. Astarion stands near the window overlooking the front street and the small, rather overgrown garden his love has been somewhat tending to. She’s late. She’s actually two days late, but he’s inclined to blame the wizard for that. No, she should have been here thirty minutes ago, right as the last curve of the sun sank behind the distant buildings and released the creatures of the night to their nefarious doings. To which he would happily add his own misdeeds. Except that she’s late. Something happened. They were waylaid by pirates. A kraken rose from the deep to smash Waterdeep and pulled that wizard tower down on top of them, and her body is so human and so, so mortal. He needs to go. Needs to check— Magic stirs below. The scent of cinnamon and licorice he always associates with Gale’s spells. A glimmer of purple flickers in the space right before their front gate—she painted it teal and seemed quite pleased with herself—before a shimmering, purple cloud unfurls taller and taller and… His breath sighs out of him. She emerges. Eleanor. His former leader, his friend, his love. She’s back. She’s home. He lets the curtain fall back into place.

Woop! I've gotta set the scene and the time and the motivations for all the characters before I can write the smut, obviously. We can't just have wanton fucking. (Someday I'll manage to write simple, wanton fucking, but today is not that day.)

Tagging: @lyzelky @mutualcombat @olivedrop @sasseffects and @amoremagnificentbastard