#wip: of sea jewels and great lords

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the fun part about geo & chad is they're so very t4t

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WIP Word Train

Rules: Tagger gives a word, then for each letter of that word you share an excerpt from your WIPs that start with that letter.

@hobbitwrangler tagged me to do the word GIFT. Thank you! 💛

G — Blue Brooch WIP

Gwindor was a scholar, not a miner, nor a smith. He had endeavored once to try his hand at work in the mines beneath Nargothrond, but had soon declared that he had no love for toiling in the dark and that his hands were better suited to the stem of a quill than to the handle of a pickax. Of the smithy, he said he was little suited to the heat of the forges.

Indeed, they passed much time in the fields and glens around Nargothrond, her guard, Gildor, standing a discreet distance away as Finduilas read or plied her lyre, her fingers rippling like water over the strings, and charmed the birds from the trees, and Gwindor transcribed documents or translated histories. He had a great aptitude for languages, and his script was the finest she had ever seen, loose and flowing with the curling elegance of twining vines.

But Gwindor knew of Finduilas’ great love for jewels and jewelry, and though he was no smith, he tried to please her nonetheless. He had made for her several small trinkets before—a small hair comb in the shape of a lotus, a bracelet of pearl and hammered silver, a ring of gold with an emerald stone as green and deep as the dreams of trees—but this was the finest piece he had yet made for her, flawless in craftsmanship and far surpassing the others in beauty.

I — Spinning Silver Irina/Mirnatius WIP

“I have been cruel,” he said, “unworthy of any mercy from you.”  

I thought for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, you have been so. But a dog does not bite to cause injury when it is born; it is taught to, by the fist or by the boot. You have learned to be cruel, and anything learned can be unlearned. So it is with animals; so it is with men.” 

As a child, I had watched from my high windows the men of my father’s guard as they went about their business. There had been a dog that had lurked about gates, craven, cowering, and given to biting any who drew near to it. The kitchen boy had long since stopped trying to give it scraps, as it had snapped at any who approached it, even as it smelled the food in the boy’s hands. 

But one of my father’s guards had seen it, and evidently knowing something of the way of animals, had endeavored to earn the dog’s trust, and over the course of weeks and months had taught the dog that it could trust him; it could steal a scrap of food from his hand and not be rewarded with a kick; it could walk amongst men and not be thrown aside; it could accept a stroke upon its head and not fear a cuffing. Eventually, the dog had taken to following the guardsman around, as if it were his own dog he had brought with him from his house, and never again did it snap at outstretched hands offering food.

F — Frodo & Arwen & Celebrían WIP

Frodo’s hand drifted to the jewel he still wore about his neck, seeking courage in Arwen’s gift.

The path branched to the right, and he followed it. This, he had been told, had been where Celebrían had spent her many centuries of waiting, in a small cottage tucked in the arms of the forest, away from the white-shining city of Avallónë, where many of the Returned dwelt, kings, princes, lords, and commoners dwelling side by side.

But Celebrían had chosen to live apart amongst the birds and briars, with the leaping rivers and whispering trees for company. It was not uncommon for those who had suffered great harm to body or spirit to do so, Gandalf had said, for it was easier for those who had recently returned from the Halls or from across the Sea to recover in the stillness of the sprawling lands outside the cities.

No doubt that was why Gandalf had arranged for him and Bilbo the use of a little cottage, low built and sprawling, nestled against the foot of a gentle hill and shaded by oaks, rather than one of the tall houses or towers that filled Avallónë.

T — Celebrían & Sauron WIP

To hear the Noldor of Ost-in-Edhil speak of him, Annatar greatly resembled her mother’s eldest brother, a comparison that made her mother’s lips draw into a sharp, thin line whenever someone was unwise enough to say so in front of her.

Celebrían knew Finrod only through the small portrait her mother kept upon her writing desk, alongside those of Angrod and Aegnor. In the painting, Finrod seemed lit with warmth, as if he stood beneath the full light of Laurelin, though he sat within her great-grandfather’s palace. He was dressed simply, like a minor lord rather than a prince of the Noldor, and he wore a benevolent smile, laughter hidden in the corners of his mouth. 

Every sculpture and painting she had seen of him—and there were many, often bestowed as gifts to her mother, who quietly discarded them later on—had captured that same ebullient warmth, even those composed long after his death by artists who had never seen him. It was part of the myth that was her uncle, she supposed.

But for all that Annatar resembled her uncle, he had none of his warmth.

Tagging @searchingforserendipity25 @dreamingthroughthenoise @thelordofgifs @rarepairnation

Your word is GOLD.

[arofili]

I love reading what you write! It's always such good, easy writing no matter what it's about! Do you have any Russingon fic recs? I'm new to Ao3 and still figuring it all out.

Aww thank you so much <3 <3 that means a lot! and YES I have lots of Russingon fic recs! These are all taken from my bookmarks and I know there are other great fics out there, but these are ones that I have saved and come back to frequently!

(I’m also going to plug my Russingon fics bc I write them a lot and I’m pretty proud of some of those works!)

Blessed Hands Will Break Me by @absynthe--minded - WIP currently at 139k, lots of worldbuilding, from Fingon’s discovery of Maedhros’ capture to the Mereth Aderthad - Absynthe is an amazing Russingon writer, absolutely check her stuff out!

“whoso list to hunt” by vauquelin (elftrash) - 3k oneshot, post-Angband, 1st person Fingon POV - another incredible writer

“Old Pains” by @zealouswerewolfcollector​ - ficlet, post-reembodiment, Maedhros is unsure of reality

Did My Heart Love Till Now? by @absynthe--minded​ (with art by @felixwhetsel​ !) - 5k, Years of the Trees, masquerade shenanigans <3

“stay thy mind, and all the rest” by @mc-dude​ - 25k oneshot, get together, Fingon visits Maedhros in Himring, the ANGST and LONGING gahhhh !!!

“commit (to the bit)” by vauquelin (elftrash) - 4k oneshot, Years of the Trees, FAKE DATING FOR WORLD PEACE, this author has a GIFT for prose and the subtlety of interpersonal interaction

“cliffs of fall” by @arrivisting - 3k oneshot, nonlinear narrative but generally focused on post-reembodiment reunion with Complicated Feelings - another author with a truly inspiring talent for prose, I reread the wedding scene in this fic at least once a week and it never fails to make me emo

In Equal Measure by @siphilemon - WIP currently at 108k, time-travel fix-it, bullet point fic, not just Russingon but they’re the ones who time traveled and anyway their parts make me go insane

Your colors by @elesianne - 2 chapters, 3k total, Years of the Trees and then Beleriand, gift-giving and anniversaries and dirty talk, so tender and loving, Elle’s Russingon always hits me right in the heart <3

“Like the old season” by Tyelperintal - 1.8k oneshot, post-Angband, Maedhros and Fingon take a walk in the woods, super sweet

“Gifts of the Heart” by @wren-of-the-woods - 10k oneshot, Years of the Trees, really lovely get-together fic, gift-giving, just super sweet and fun

Our Houses Bound Together by @senalishia and @z-h-i-e - 5 chapters, 17.2k total, arranged marriage AU!!, mutual pining, lots of drama, very fun

“just one safe place” by sunflower_diode - 2.1k oneshot, post-Angband, homoerotic haircutting

“All About Your Heart” and its sequel “At Last Broke Silence, And The Ice” by @admirablemonster - first fic is 2k, second is 8k, modern AU ft. aspec Fingon and genderfluid Maedhros!!!, get together, family drama, ice angst <3

Life after Death by Sylanna - WIP currently at 69k, Fingon-centric post-reembodiment fic, slow moving and contemplative, the author is truly the sweetest person ever

What Is Wrought Between Us by @nikosheba - 90k series (with plenty of smut too), complete, canon compliant, ranges from the Years of the Trees all the way to after the Dagor Dagorath, a truly incredible work

“Kindness” by justonelastdance - 1.6k oneshot, Maedhros in a fucked up mental state post-Angband, hurt/comfort - this author writes a lot of Maedhros whump so if you like this check out their other stuff too (this one is just my favorite)

and under the cut, some smut recs....

smut recs

In a Jeweled Crown by @absynthe--minded - 3 chapters, 12k, complete, Fingon’s coronation and the aftermath - this one still makes me go nuts every time I read it

Reconnecting by nyromes - a series with 2 parts, 9k total, first time post-Angband + first time Maedhros bottoms post-Angband

“Bright Defiance” (1.7k) and its companion fic “Very Good” (800 word ficlet) by @edgeoflight - two oneshots, Fingon coaxes Maedhros’ story out of him post-Angband + some PWP - these are some of my favorites, I come back to them frequently

“all your perfect imperfections” by @stormxpadme - 1.8k oneshot, stumpfucking, I’m biased bc this was written for me but I do love it very much, Himring era

“These Games We Play” by @edgeoflight - 1.7k oneshot, the original stumpfucking fic, Himring era

A Surprise At Home by Findecutie and MayGlenn - 25k of pwp, Years of the Trees, newlyweds, crossdressing - part of the much longer Russ and Finno Verse but this was my intro to that verse and it’s good on its own!

“Fuath” by yeaka - 3k oneshot, first time, some truly disturbing manipulation by Melkor but the Russingon here fucking destroys me ;-;

“Rozanne” by yeaka - 2.8k oneshot, Maedhros recovering from Angband, I once saw someone use the phrase “lovingly described blowjobs” and that’s basically this fic

“Sleeve” by yeaka - 2.4k oneshot, trans!Maedhros, Years of the Trees, Fëanor invents the condom for Maedhros and Russingon are incredibly eager to try it out, they’re SO IN LOVE here it gets me every time

Passion and Anxious Care by LiveOakWithMoss - 12.5k total, 2 fic series, modern AU, oh my god they were roommates, get together and then first time, this is another one I return to frequently - this author is/was a BNF a few years ago but hasn’t been active recently

“For nimble thought can jump both sea and land” by TheLionInMyBed - 2.2k oneshot, palantiri foolishness that leads to video sex basically, Beleriand era - another BNF who is/was buds with LiveOakWithMoss

Treat me soft but touch me cool by LiveOakWithMoss and TheLionInMyBed - 4 chapters, 18k total, swoon kink/medical kink, relationship difficulties that are resolved, Beleriand era with a final chapter post-reembodiment, love this one

“Enthroned” by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe - 4.5k oneshot, throne sex, fealty kink, King Fingon era

“A Disgrace to the House of Finwë” by @edgeoflight - 2.3k oneshot, get together/first time, Years of the Trees, they’re just super sweet together <3

“What Happens in Himring” by teasoni - 3.4k oneshot, reunion sex, Himring era, fealty kink, this fic is tagged “finally some dicks get sucked!!!!!!” and I think about that tag every time I write a Russingon blowjob jdkfhdkj

“a light in darkness, hope in woe” by @admirablemonster - 4k oneshot, trans!Maedhros, surprise baby Gil-galad in the middle of the Bragollach

“A lord and his prince” by @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe - 3.1k oneshot, early Beleriand era, reunion sex, super sweet and fluffy

“Made of Lava” by @edgeoflight - 2.1k oneshot, Years of the Trees, tender get-together fic with a kind of silly premise

Bend, bruise, beg by LiveOakWithMoss - 5 chapters, 13k total, part of a larger modern AU but tbh I haven’t read the main fic in that verse and this absolutely stands on its own, Maedhros discovering his kinks, chapters 2 (first time) and 4 (butt plug shenanigans) are my favorites

“in a field of stars” by Nacht - 3.4k oneshot, Years of the Trees, first time/get together, the writing style here is really unique and sticks with me

“a sword once sheathed” by @mc-dude - 3.5k oneshot, Beleriand era, reunion sex, the amount of horny longing is truly astonishing

Of Flight and Freedom by @admirablemonster - 2 chapters, 6.6k total, wingfic/wing kink, first time/get together, the Rescue and its aftermath

“Thorns” by yeaka - 2k oneshot, post-Angband, Maedhros with lousy self-worth, Fingon who punishes him with love, bondage

The Ice Between by angrymermaids (who has a tumblr but I don’t remember the url oops) - 7 chapters, 33.5k total, Beleriand era, piecing their relationship back together / trying to get back to being intimate, focus on Fingon and his trauma from the Ice

“much too tall for a boyfriend” by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor - 4.7k oneshot, fem!Maedhros x budding-transmasc!Fingon, Years of the Trees, I think about this fic ALL THE TIME I kind of want to write a sequel to it sjfdhdkjh

“the beat of your heart as my hand touches your skin” by @admirablemonster - 5.3k oneshot, part of the Elves in Pon Farr series, Years of the Trees, heat fic/mating cycles, first time/get together, Maedhros’ first heat catches him by surprise while on a camping trip with Fingon, accidental soulbond

“Beneath the Blanketing White” by @nikosheba - 2.3k oneshot, Himring era, pwp, cameo from little Gil-galad at the end

“What I Am (When I’m With You)” by @thatfeanorian - 5k oneshot, part of a larger modern AU, married fluff, Fingon with baby Gil, ends with some lovely smut, this was written for me so AGAIN I’m biased but I do very much love this one

“open your body and soul to me” by @the-quiet-fire-of-defiance - 2.3k oneshot, Years of the Trees, trans!Maedhros, pregnancy, exhibitionism, sex toys, they’re so in love that it drives me crazy, I can’t stop thinking about this fic djfhkjd

“Like the Golden Fire in Your Eyes” by @sianascera - 3.8k oneshot, Years of the Trees, Maedhros invents nipple piercings, extremely fun <3

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Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 10: Creature AU

Operation Little Red Riding Cas | @dean-cas-in-the-impala Rating: Explicit Word Count: 17434 Main Tags and Warnings: Criminal, Action, Drama, Humor, Creature fic Summary: Castiel Novak is a bothersome reporter from a local newspaper, who has compromising evidence against a mob boss named Crowley, known as The King of Hell. Dean Winchester, who works for Crowley is commanded to get rid of Novak. His plan to charm and lure the victim into a trap fails, when the sneaky reporter vanishes from the bar where they meet. But the thing Castiel does not know is that Dean is a werewolf and he remembers his scent, enabling him to find the gorgeous but impudent reporter, no matter where he goes.

Walpurgis Moon | @jemariel Rating: Mature Word Count: 5486 Main Tags and Warnings: Dean/Cas, Fae Castiel, Fae & Fairies, Case fic, fairy wings Summary: Written for the SPN Holiday Reverse Mini-Bang! Art by Pimentogirl. Dean bends low and plucks a sprig of tiny blue flowers. They’re pretty, he supposes. If you like that sort of thing. He plucks a few more stems until he has a small bundle. Behind him he hears a tinkle, like chimes in the wind. But when he turns - nothing. Only dark tree trunks. A brush of wind, like a feather or a leaf brushing his cheek, and he whips around, ready with a cold iron crowbar in his fist, but again, nothing. Except - is that movement? Between the trees? No. Just a trick of the moonlight. Probably. Dean meets a stranger. Be he friend or foe?

sunflares | @reallyelegantsharkfish Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2684 Main Tags and Warnings: Incubus Castiel, Demons Are Known, Human Dean Winchester, Demon Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Asexual Character, Wings, Horns, Cuddling & Snuggling, Naked Cuddling, Kissing, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic Summary: Dean’s hand reaches to guide Cas’s chin into another kiss. This feels like the fore-warning to satiation, the promise of a rich meal to come, and Cas’s wings curve forward to hold Dean closer to him.

Interspecies | @destielshipper2017 + @callmemisshorizon Rating: Mature Word Count: 60551 Main Tags and Warnings: Creature Dean, Creature Sam, Shifters, Monsters, hurt Sam, Protective Sam, Protective Dean, Kaiju, Transgenics, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, antagonistic Ketch Summary: After being free for over 2 years, Sam and Dean were recaptured again by a secret government society that has been testing transgenic species for many years, in attempt to control them and use them for war purposes.

An Accidental Incubus | @jupiterjames Rating: Explicit Word Count: 40380 Main Tags and Warnings: incubus Dean, Angel Castiel, creature Dean, soul bonds, FOD Summary: On a hunt gone wrong, Dean finds himself cursed to be an incubus. While Sam and Charlie rush to find a cure before the change is permanent, Castiel decides to become Dean's "offering" when the hunter begins to deteriorate under the effects of the change.

The Quest for the Demon King's Heart | @cr-noble-writes Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12500 Main Tags and Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Injury, Angry Sex, Rough Sex, Fantasy AU, Major Character Injury, Demon King!Dean, Wood Elf!Castiel Summary: In a fantasy land, Dean, the Demon King, goes to a distant guild to take a break from evil, where he meets a young adventurer, Castiel, on a quest to slay the Demon King. For fun, Dean helps and protects the adventurer, and affection grows between them. Then, they arrive at the gates of his castle.

Rescue Mission for Two | @pherryt Rating: Mature Word Count: 48478 Main Tags and Warnings: Fantasy AU, Soulmates, Creature Fic, First Kiss, Dragon!Cas, stubborn!Cas, border skirmishes, Captured, brief non graphic torture scenes, Magic, self sacrificing characters, Secrets, bed sharing, Telepathy, nakedness (but no smut), Dragons, Fairies, sick!Cas, Comfort/Angst, Angst, hurt!Dean, drugged!cas, brief section of Cas being drugged against his will Summary: Castiel thinks he's the last of his kind and doomed to live a life alone. He's hiding in plain sight, as a human soldier in Angels Outfit, fighting alongside other companies - including Lord Winchesters renowned cavalry, the Silver Hooves - when his soul mark unbelievably flares to life. Either he's not the only Dragon to survive the war, or he's bonded with a human. Before he can figure out which of his fellow soldiers it could be, he's sent across into enemy territory on a rescue mission. Lord Winchester's eldest has been captured and last rumored to be in Alastair's hands. Castiel can't say no, but the clock is ticking and if he doesn't find his soul mate, he will die.

Little Blue Dragon | @saltnhalo Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23820 Main Tags and Warnings: Dragon Castiel, blacksmith Dean, magic, soulmates, pining Summary: Dean Winchester may have a reputation for being a skilled craftsman and blacksmith, but his life is just like anyone else’s. He’s over-worked and under-slept, and it’s all because of the niggling feeling in the back of his mind that tells him he’s… forgetting something. Still, he can’t let his weird dreams or errant thoughts get in the way of his work and his love for his craft. The strange feeling goes ignored. That is, until he meets a man with jewel-blue eyes and an aura of intrigue. Castiel slots into his life in a way that Dean had never thought possible, and Dean grows accustomed to the mysterious man’s visits and brilliant smiles and tales of far-away places. He’d never known he was missing a piece of himself until he met Castiel, and he thinks that Cas might feel the same way. Until Castiel disappears from Dean’s life completely.

Ensnared | @saltnhalo

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10359 Main Tags and Warnings: Siren Cas, sailor Dean, shipwrecked, desert island Summary: As the current pulls him a little closer to the island, the singing grows stronger. It’s deep and lyrical and the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard and he’s suddenly overcome by the desperate, searing need to be closer, to hear it in all its intended glory. And as he passes a single spur of rock that juts out a little further into the ocean than the others, Dean sees him.

The Captain's Fishy Admirer | @sheinthatfandom Rating: General Word Count: 1958 Main Tags and Warnings: alternative universe-pirate, pirate dean, merman castiel, pirate ship impala, based on fan art, Summary: Dean Winchester is the Captain of the Pirate ship Impala, feared on the seas and is a wanted criminal. He's someone to be feared and respected, so why can't he get this cute merman to leave him alone?

The Crane In White | @drawlight Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9994 Main Tags and Warnings: Creature Castiel, Romance, Pining, Fairytale, AU - Modern Setting Summary: Once upon a time, there was a little crane who fell in love with a human. He prayed every night to be made human to be with his love. Once upon a time, Dean Winchester finds a white crane.

Forget Me Not | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: General Word Count: 3638 Main Tags and Warnings: Ghost!Castiel, MCD (because he's a ghost), flowershop owner!Dean Summary: Dean gets a little more than he bargains for when he accidentally buys a haunted flower shop.

In the company of greatness | @angelneedshunter Rating: General Word Count: 4815 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate universe, Dragon!Cas, Knight!Dean, High Fantasy, Established Relationship, Praise kink, bonding, Summary: All Dean wants is to spend the holiday in peace with Cas. He spots trouble though as a girl approaches the mountain where he and the dragon Castiel resides in. That is the problem when you are dating a dragon. All the sacrifices interrupting your snuggle time.

secret of the sea | @saltnhalo Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2465 Main Tags and Warnings: Creature Castiel (Supernatural), Selkie Castiel (Supernatural), Kid Dean Winchester, Kid Castiel (Supernatural), First Meetings Summary: It feels like neither of them are breathing as Dean wades another half-step closer, the waves tugging at his waist now, his clothes soaked. How am I going to explain this? he thinks, this surreal moment that is happening even as he should be making his way back to the safety, the normalcy, of home. But instead he’s standing in the ocean as the sun disappears beneath the horizon and the stars begin to come out above, ignoring the bitter cold of the water to free a seal that watches him warily but almost seems to know that Dean is its only chance at survival right now.

As the World Falls Down (WIP) | @thursdays-fallen-angel Rating: Mature Word Count: 28251 Main Tags and Warnings: Fae!Cas, Half-Fae!Dean, King!Cas Summary: After his mom died, Dean swore off anything and everything relating to her heritage, going so far as to ignore the Fae blood in his own veins. The only magic he uses is to keep his inhuman qualities hidden, and as far as he’s concerned, that’s all he needs. However, when a Fae assassin suddenly appears and tries to kill Sam, everything is forced to change. With nowhere else to turn for help saving his brother’s life, Dean makes a desperate move and takes them both to the Fae Realm. Once they’re there, though, Dean quickly realizes that the Fae Realm isn’t nearly as idyllic as his mother wanted him to believe. Someone there wants Dean and Sam dead, everyone keeps secrets, and the king— The king may just be the most confusing part of it all.

The Offering | @deans-jiggly-pudding Rating: Explicit Word Count: 167703 Main Tags and Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, incubus Cas, high school AU, religious homophobia, John Winchester’s A+ parenting, trans female character, porn with plot, smut, comfortably bisexual Dean Winchester, minor character death, conversion therapy, angst with a happy ending Summary: As a pastor's son, Dean Winchester is expected to be all the things he's not: the church poster child, compliant with every plan his father has for him, and of course, straight. Fighting the confines of his father's faith and the control it has over his life, Dean is caught in the middle of a teen lock-in activity that will change his life. The boys accidentally summon an incubus named Cas, and his demands are clear. Dean discovers Cas to be everything he expected... Yet, even the darkest of creatures has secrets of his own. Can they be together, despite who they are, and despite everything designed to keep them apart?

No Man's Waters (WIP) | @envydean Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 16326  Main Tags and Warnings: merman!cas, merman!Dean, merfolk, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, War, Treason, Touch-Starved!Cas Summary: When Castiel is cast out of his territory for disobeying orders for war, he’s left to perish in No Man’s Waters, the treacherous depth between the Garrison Territory and the Huntsman’s Territory. Nothing survives there, and Castiel is barely holding on to life when one of the Huntsmen Merfolk comes to his aid.

Never Give All the Heart | @castielrisingabove Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 82096 Main Tags and Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Fae Castiel, Hunter Dean, Slow Burn Summary: Dean knows that fae are dangerous, but he's never crossed paths with one until he stumbled into the realm of the mysterious Castiel. Meanwhile, Castiel has spent centuries having no interest in humans...until Dean appears in his life, strange and demanding and intriguing. They can't really be falling for each other, right?

Inked Feathers, Wounded Skin | @lunastories Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 59237 Main Tags and Warnings: Fantasy Au, hurt/comfort, Harpy!Cas, Angst with a happy ending Summary: Retired hunters Dean and Sam live in a cabin in the woods, only occasionally taking cases from nearby villagers and those who need their help. Castiel is the very protective harpy that has been awkwardly following (stalking) Dean for years. After Castiel injures a wing, he is taken in by the Winchesters. As Dean tends to him, they form a relationship, and Dean slowly falls for the harpy. But the unique peach cream color of Castiel’s wings hides a secret; one he isn’t sure Dean could accept.

Dean and Castiel's Lagoon of Love | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12519 Main Tags and Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Romance, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Tentacle Porn, Explicit Consent, Dean's Tentacle Fetish, Sexual Roleplay, Octopus Castiel, Human Castiel, Cursed Castiel, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean, Witch Curses Summary: Castiel is presently an octopus from the waist down. But the curse is only going to last a few more hours, and there's only so long Dean can delay before asking Cas to act out the erotic anime closest to his heart: "Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Pleasure". Cas is the tentacle monster. And Dean is the heartbroken princess, seeking renewal in the monster's lagoon of love. The storyline may not be complicated, but when their half-innocent roleplay becomes more sensual than they planned, their feelings grow complex. Dean can leave the paddling pool in the bunker garage behind, but once Cas has his legs back, he can follow. There are still feelings to resolve. Their story isn't over yet.

Lucid Nightmare | @almaasi Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 10202 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Emotional Intimacy or Die, Spooky Fluff, Darkfic, Romance, Adventure, Siren Castiel, Winged Castiel, Prisoner Castiel, Supernatural Elements, Doubting Reality, Lucid Dreaming, Dreams and Nightmares, Running Away, Road Trips, Consent, Dreamwalking, Sharing a Bed, Unconventional Format, Rhyming, Poetry, Unsettling Summary: there's fire in this city // sirens, ghosts, and earthquakes // one night, you protect me // and we run until dawn breaks // Or: A spooky, fluffy, mind-warping existential-themed half-fic half-poem, in which Dean saves siren!Cas from a real-life waking nightmare and drives him to Bobby's house for safety. But as Cas reveals more about himself and his past, Dean comes to realise he has to let his new winged friend enter his mind and dreamwalk, or else Cas will die.

The Tailor of Fairy Ridge | @almaasi Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 17957 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Historical, Fantasy, Friendship, Pre-Slash, Fluff, Adventure, Tailor Castiel, Fairy Dean, Mute Dean, Dean Loves Pie, Dean Loves Clothes, Fairy Sam, Fairy Mary, Witch Charlie, Magic, Spring, Festivals, Kidnapping, Mind Control, Profound Bond Summary: A lonely, struggling tailor named Castiel discovers he has a fairy living in his shop, supplying him with clever new ideas for clothes every night. Dean is a glutton for all things sugary, and he doesn't speak a word. Of course, Castiel can't help but adore his company.

A Severe Case Of Fairy | @sternchencas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 38464 Main Tags and Warnings: fairy tale AU, fairy!Cas, angst and fluff and smut Summary: When Dean gets thrown into another world during a hunt, it seems like a fever dream that he wishes to escape, but it could also become the best thing that has ever happened to him.

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I was tagged by @venwe ! and @zealouswerewolfcollector !

ao3 name: Kalendeer

fandoms: The Silmarillion, formely Asoif (am planning to go back to it after A Feast of Ashes to finish that fic that is only missing it’s last chapter lol).

number of fics: 20 on AO3!

fic i spent the most time on: A Feast of Ashes, soon to be 100k!

fic i spent the least time on: The Singing Man

longest fic: A Feast of Ashes. AO3 says it’s over 100k but in fact it’s just a bit lower (there’s a mid-fic summary inside).

shortest fic: Fight or flight

most hits (3660), most kudos (130), most comment threads (129), A Feast of Ashes

most bookmarks (25): Istaril and the Staff Dancer

total word count:      270367 according to AO3 but I do have some original stories in French that are, of course, not here.

favourite fic i wrote: A Feast of Ashes of course come up high, I don’t think anyone spends so many words on something they don’t like. For shorter stories, the Staff Dancer always.

fic you want to rewrite/expand on: The ward of Casterly Rock. It is actually not 13k like on AO3 but 34k on FF.net, and it’s missing its last chapter and an epilogue, which is ridiculous. So I am planning on finishing it once Feast of Ashes is done.

share a bit of a wip or a story idea you’re planning on: This is from a story called “the Archer and the King”, and I don’t know if I will ever finish it, so here is the beginning under the cut.

Tagging: @arianaofimladris, @amethysttribble, @cycas, @snowflake-sunflower

I have no parents, but I used to have a son.

He was a bright, delightful child, named after the brightness of fire. He laughed like water hitting rocks and lived like any day was worth it.

One day he disappeared, along with Olue’s boys. The Shadows took them while they were harvesting berries north of our camp. We thought them lost forever, cried to the cold stars and buried their belongings.

And then one day, the Bright Rider came, and we listened to his words with hearts singing, for the Rider told us our sons were in Mandos and we would find them back in Valinor. We toiled through the long March, through the abandonment of half our people. I lost my wife to the beauty of Endorë, and Olue his brothers Elue and Elmo to the deep woods. Despite grief and guilt, we crossed the wide sea toward the smiling faces of our sons.

In Valinor we found Light, peace and safety; we did not find our children. The Shadows had twisted their spirits beyond recognition. We visited them once, at the frontiers of Mandos, and never came back, for fear and disgust of what we saw.

I was barely relevant in this land of peace. My name is Tall-Bow, Swift-handed, in the tongue of my people Oruacano Tyelcompar. I am of the Unbegotten, of considerable height compared to my kin, crowned with hair the color of foam and eyes dark as a stormy sea. I am renowned as the best archer of the Lindar and have won most of the friendly competitions held in Valinor since our arrival. I am the head of Olue’s royal guard; not that it is of any use in Valinor. Until the Darkening I was an object to be displayed for ceremonies.

Now, I stand tall and stern behind King Olue’s shoulder, towering over Prince – no, King Fëanaro Curufinwë. His haughty features and burning eyes are carefully controlled, but his policed air is nothing but a fragile mask, barely hiding the churning grief under his skin. Each gesture is studied, each expression mastered, in way more fitting measured, stern Nolofinwë than the usually spontaneous High Prince. He sits with elegant nonchalance, flanked with the standing, rigid, tall body of his first son. Maitimo Nelyafinwë is as unarmed as I am, but we are both intended to look menacing.

“You shall not have our ships,” King Olue (Olwë on Fëanaro’s tongue) pronounces. “Nor shall we ferry your people across the sea.”

“You renounce your friendship in this hour of our need, then,” interjects Fëanaro. The mask cracks into a white, toothy, predatory smile. “Yet you were glad indeed to receive our aid when you came at last to these shores. You were grieved and empty handed. You would be dwelling in huts on the beaches, had my people not carved out your haven and built your walls.”

I cannot see my King’s face, but Olue is a placid and reliable elf. He must be calm and unreadable now, his skin soft and unwrinkled by anger.

“We renounce no friendship”, Olue answers as father would to his son. “Is it not a friend’s duty to warn his companion of his own folly? And when the Noldor welcomed us and gave us aid, your words sounded quite different. In the land of Aman we were to live as brothers and neighbors,” he reminds him with soft, controlled words that doesn’t seem to appease Fëanaro. “But as for our white ships: those are no gifts from your people. We learned that craft from the Lords of the Sea, from Uinen and Ossë and Ulmo, while it is unknown of even the greatest of your masters. The white timbers were shaped by our own hands, and the white sails were woven by our wives and our daughters. Therefore we will neither give them nor sell them, even to a friend. For I say to you, Fëanaro son of Finwë, these are to us as are the jewels of the Noldor: the work of our hearts, whose like we shall not make again.”

At these last words the Noldo’s face twists as if in pain. A dangerous glint seeps through his silvery irises, quickly smothered under the fragile pretense of calm and self-mastery.

“I hear you,” he pronounces, his voice dripping with disdain, and those are the last words Fëanaro and Olue will ever say to each other. The noldorin prince leaves in a flourish of blood-red fabric, his cloak billowing behind him.

Silence fills Olue’s study, disturbed only by the crackles of lamps. The King stands, glides to the windows with measured, slow steps. The song of the sea caresses our ears with the promises of Ulmo’s guidance.

“Fëanaro will come for the ships. He is fey with grief, led by anger, and always lacked moderation. He will come armed and determined to wrench them from our hands.” The winds blows through his pale hair and the sheer curtains. Olue’s words ring colder in such a peaceful night. “When he does, the mariners shall not resist. Fëanaro is to be allowed to occupy the decks. We shall not be accused of violence against he or his kin.”

He turns toward me, indecipherable.

“Once Fëanaro will have taken the ships, you will shoot him.” To my widening eyes and shocked mouth, he answers: “Fëanaro is leading his people toward ruin.  He is leading himself toward ruin. The Lord of the Sea sent me dreams potent with foreboding, whose biding I cannot ignore. Melkor is a Vala. Neither Fëanaro, nor any of his kin are and will ever be able to bring him down. If Fëanaro is sent to Mandos, then Nolofinwë and Arafinwë will be able to convince their people to go back to Tirion and wait for the Valar’s counsel.”

Sent to Mandos. As if killing the new King of the Noldor amounts to sending a child to sit in a corner! And yet… I am deaf to Ulmo’s songs, but Olue is not. Whose orders are those? My King’s or Ulmo’s?

“You speak of murder.”

“With great pain, and thinking only of his own welfare and that of his people. We both know that death is not the greatest peril awaiting them in Middle Earth. What fate shall Fëanaro find there? Shall we let the sons of Finwë meet the same end as our own boys? His people are safer in Valinor. The sacrifice of Fëanaro’s flesh is a necessary evil to save his soul.”

The shade of grief over his son haunts his eyes still. His was silver haired, just like Earwen. I can remember the softness of his golden skin, the pinkish lips and the baby-talk he still used. The memory of Olwë’s child awaken my own, those of a little body with his mother’s dark hair and my turquoise eyes, huge with youth. I see them laughing in my mind, until these laughs turn to cackles, their smiles into mouths like open wounds, their eyes delirious and hungry.

I see what monster Melkor will make of Fëanaro, his beauty twisted and grotesque, his naïve aggressiveness turned into genuine, blind and hateful destructiveness, his brilliant mind broken into slavery. I see monstrous darkness towering over the kneeling sons of Finwë. I see them strangled by chains and their children displayed flayed and disemboweled around their weeping bodies.

I turn in disgust and wrench myself from Olue’s stare. The apparition lingers etched into my retinas.

“The Lord of the Sea sent me these visions. We must act according to his wisdom, as genuine friends to Finwë. Despite Fëanaro’s clamors I do not deny our friendship. I do not forsake Finwë, he who welcomed us with open arms when we came here wracked by grief over my brother and plead with the Valar to allow us to see our sons. I do not forget our last conversation either. Before he exiled himself to Formenos, Finwë took time to explain his reasoning for abandoning his people for the sake of his firstborn. He had faith in Nolofinwë’s abilities to rule and none in Fëanaro’s chances to withstand the storm. He considered his firstborn a child, unable to live without his firm guidance, emotionally crippled by Queen Miriel’s death. Can we let a child lead the Noldor in these times? As brilliant as Fëanaro is, he is no King. He has no grasp of diplomacy and does not hold the heart of his people. His place is at Finwë’s side and in the caring arms of his mother.”

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for anyone interested here’s the first little (unfinished) opening segment of the first chapter of a wip fanfic. warning: many skeksis under the cut

'Another! ANOTHER! Tell me another one!'

The Emperor roared. Raucous laughter followed, echoed in the near empty open chamber of the high banqueting hall. Cruel and mocking, wicked pleasure rang off the stony tarnished walls, over and over, filling the candlelit chasm with a cacophony of snarling, snapping, cawing, clawing. Barking, biting, sneering. The Skeksis Lords were gathered together at their long table, settling into their spaces, ready to dine. 

It was SkekLi at the Emperor's ear during the starting course, the Satirist reciting a story of his own imaginings, peppered with mention of the Emperor's impressive eternal rule, he wielded his long, scaly arms, with grand and sweeping gestures, ruffled sleeves dragged through cold and acrid soup. The beady, gleaming eyes of the Emperor, far too enraptured to notice his meal had been soiled. As SkekLi, the Satirist, graciously appealed to SkekSo's dark and wicked sense of humour, and to his ego, in unrivalled manner. Silver tongued and skillful, SkekLi had taken it upon himself as the entertainment of tonight’s dinner. 

Clawed fists curled tightly, they beat their bony knuckles against the table, as the Skeksis erupted in a bout of cackles again at SkekLi's woven tale. Silverware trembled, liquid sloshed and spattered from their metal goblets. Those seated closest to the Emperor, and to SkekLi, erupted into another violent chorus of sniggers and howls. The Ritual Master, the Treasurer, the Scroll-Keeper, the Ornamentalist, the General -- even the Gourmand, all crowing and screeching, flailing and falling into one another. 

SkekKa's maroon eyes narrowed enviously. From his seat at the very far end of the banquet, he just wasn't in on the joke. Unable to hear the story over the excitement of the others, he was left only to his imaginings of what could possibly be this funny. To make matters worse, with all of the rumbling, the stomping and stamping surrounding the Emperor, SkekKa's goblet tipped over and flooded his plate, it bled into his viscous soup and rolled with a clink, clink, clink onto to the floor. He groaned. He was thirsty and famished. His skull ached from the racket, his belly bloated by hunger, his throat hoarse with thirst. 

Unlike the other Skeksis at the table, pouring their soup down into their gullets, overspill running from their open snapping maws staining their collars, gowns and furs, SkekKa at the very end of the table would now instead have to wait for mains to be served, stomach whining. He sighed, glared, shifted with impatience and irritability. After all, it wasn't just his seat at the table nor his lack of food that segregated him from the other Lords at the banquet. 

SkekKa, though taller and spine straighter than the other Skeksis, and appearing stern and somewhat respectable at a glance, he had been unable to hide his frailty, nor his glaring differences from the rest. And so, SkekKa was often ignored or avoided, as though his difference was some disease they could catch, as though his weakness contagious, the other Skeksis refused to to take their chances with him. Often left to his own devices, his own sole company.

SkekKa wasn’t diseased, though he was very thin and with very little strength in his spiny limbs, he avoided violence and conflict, much to the disgust and shame of the other Lords, whenever he was cornered and confronted.

He equally just wasn't as crass, his voice carried a quieter, gentler tone -- of which the others loathed and mocked with much delight. SkekKa had soon realised he made a far better listener, only by staying so quiet and withdrawing from conversation, his presence became less and less noticeable amongst the noisy, obscene Skeksis. Unable to compete with them, SkekKa was often forgotten.

Even his dress was muted, compared to the others. He carried less layers, due to struggling under the weight of the cloaks, ruffled, metals and jewels. SkekKa donned only rags, having scavenged for scraps, discarded materials from the Ornamentalist’s extensive dresser. Though this was not so much by choice of his, that didn't matter at all to the other Skeksis, they found his ravaged appearance to be insulting to their fine, ornate species. 

Then, impossible for SkekKa to change, was his shuffling gait. Having to walk with a cane ever since the early days hadn't helped in his appeal - - as he suffered not through gnarly injury or battle or any other bold and bloody claim - - his cane he’d carved for himself was just to steady and ease his awkward limp of which he’d been borne with. A weakness the Skeksis found entirely insufferable.

They called him soft, a runt, among other far worse things. ‘I’m not quite certain you’re even really a Skeksis!’ SkekTek had claimed once, when examining SkekKa’s withered leg and chuckling coldly. Others too, considered this. It was only SkekKa that doubted the Scientist’s credibility. 

SkekKa eyed the cavernous corridor that led down to the kitchens anticipating the next round of food, his belly cramping with insatiable hunger. Usually the Emperor would have barked for the next course by now, but so engaged were they all with SkekLi’s jokes, SkekSo had yet to call for more. Again SkekKa stared down the length of the table, hungry, thirsty and furiously jealous.

Between SkekKa and thoroughly entertained gathering, there were a few Skeksis that appeared to be skipping tonight’s mealtime, he noted, from the spaces left, their silver plates shining and empty. The Scientist, for one, was thankfully absent, most likely tinkering down in the bowels of the Castle with his metals, his potions, his flurry of frightened caged creatures. SkekNa would be down in the kitchen threatening his slaves, and SkekSa’s seat was always empty. She preferred the salted wind and sea to the confines of their Castle keep. So, where was the…

‘Hmmmmmmmmmm?’

The Chamberlain.

His whine, high and tuneless split the laughter, as SkekSil shuffled into the hall dragging all of his layers and layers of crimson, of black, frills, ruffs, almost suffocatingly covered and crippled by the mass of them. Silence, finally, descended upon the banquet at his entrance.

‘Ugh,’ the Emperor grunted, ‘that noise.’ 

The other Skeksis too looked towards him with disdain, but the Chamberlain didn’t respond nor appear to even care for their unpleasant reactions, his simper steadfast, bowing his head -- the slightest shift before the Emperor -- he ambled towards a seat for himself at the table, the seat that was spare next to SkekKa.

‘Many missing. Wonder where SkekUng might be,’ the Chamberlain said, sliding in next to SkekKa and somewhat pushing him aside. SkekKa then realised, SkekUng too had not yet made an appearance, his great hulking form and bellowing voice was not present at all in the chamber.

‘Very curious,’ the Chamberlain continued. 

SkekKa hadn’t thought much of it -- and rarely ever was he included in gossip, save for what he overheard. Left out, outcast, SkekKa knew very little of the happenings in the castle, much unlike the Chamberlain, who made sure to make such things his business, as was his nature. 

‘I hear SkekUng has found breakthrough with making a beast.’

‘A beast?’ SkekKa’s muddy red eyes flitted to SkekSil for the first time.

‘Hmmmmmm.’ The Chamberlain nodded fervently as he whined.

‘A beast? What for?’

‘MORE!’ Cried the Emperor. This time, it wasn’t for another of SkekLi’s stories, but for food. ‘Bring me my main course!’ Main course, main course, main course, came the giggling chants of the other Lords.

‘SkekSil --’ SkekKa pressed, but the Chamberlain’s attention was drawn to the cavern at the sound of their chanting, the clunking of metal on stone. A deliberate, slow dragging sound, closer and closer. Thurump - thurump - thurump.

Finally, SkekNa, the Slave-master, appeared at the mouth with his hoard, dragging his many gelfling along in tow, linked by chain, they stumbled, single file, slumped, sweaty and tired, each carrying a bowl, a plate or cloche, covering all manner of cooked foods to the table. A Skeksis of little words, his features severe, his expression solely unforgiving.

Exhausted from the torturous heat of the kitchens, the gelfling train couldn’t keep time with their master. SkekNa hissed at them loudly, mouth wide and baring all of his teeth, snapping viciously at another who squeaked at his rage. With all their flinching and dodging, the last in the long line of gelfling fell to his face. Everyone laughed, save for SkekSil and SkekKa -- watching as the captured creatures, small and fuzzy like soot, bounced from their crashing container and scattered the floor. The Chamberlain’s gaze followed one, right out the door and away.

SkekLi’s evening entertainment had meant the Skeksis were in an unusually good mood and so even when faced with the wastefulness of the fallen gelfling they barked with malicious laughter. Even SkekNa, who had screamed murderously at his gelfling slave’s mistake, snorted at it struggling back to its feet. Yanking the chains again roughly so that all of them were jerked around, whiplashed and desperate not to lose their footing.

The gelfling male was emaciated and could barely stand, breathing hard. His sunken cheeks and frightened, dark and wild eyes were ringed by deep shadow. His features mostly hidden behind ratty dark hair, uneveningly hacked at. His pale flesh spattered with shining scars. He was trembling, arms wrapped at his waist, bare arms bandaged from his hands to his elbows, crusted with old, brown blood, and blossoming with bright red anew. Burns.

‘I… I’m sorry, m’Lord,’ the gelfling bowed low as he could, smarting and panting.

‘Silence!’ Hissed SkekNa.

‘Oh, you are forgiven.’ The Emperor said, his cold eyes glinting in the flickering candle-light.

The gelfling bowed again, brought to tears. ‘My Lord.’

‘Take that one down to SkekTek.’ The Emperor pointed viciously, an order to SkekNa.‘See that this one’s ailments are seen to.’ A joke of his own, the Skeksis cackled again, clutching their sides and clawing the table.

The gelfing’s eyes grew wide as the Slave-master swept towards him, unhooking him from the link of his kind.

‘No -- wait -- I --’

SkekNa dragged the gelfling viciously by the chain. 

‘It won’t happen again I --’

Taking a clawful of the gelfling’s tattered hair, SkekNa heaved him across the stone. The other slaves looked on with fear as their master separated himself from them, unfastening their metal leash from his belt, forcibly pulling their fallen comrade from the hall. Nails scraped and the gelfling cried out in pain, choking and spluttering still that he was sorry -- it won’t happen again -- drowned out by the jeering and cheering of the Skeksis, tongues lolling and clapping and peeling with laughter.

‘That it won’t!’ The Emperor roared. ‘Now let’s eat!’

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the dragon in of sea jewels and great lords like "i am fully in support of cancel culture" while chad quietly gives it a look of wtf???

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Last Line Tag

thanks for the tag @aohendo !!!

i actually haven't written very much that i haven't yet shared since like june,, but here's a bit about geo and chad that was supposed to be part of my capstone (tho i never finished it... oop.)

also ig this is a bit more than a line but like.... 🤷 idc it works shh it's fine

Chad grinned. "See? No harm, no foul." 

Geo rolled their eyes again. 

"I'm beginning to think you're doing that to spite me for calling you an old stuck-up." 

Geo paused mid-eye roll, narrowing their eyes as they tried to hold back a smile. "You've made a monster of me, Meredith." 

"I am a great influence, thank you!" Chad grinned. (Yeah, he was feeling a bit vindictive.) "But tell me, O monster of mine own creation, what we're doing in Nästerren." 

Geo looked away to the horizon shyly. "My family is from here," they said quietly, and Chad felt cold all over in the full light of summer. Because how was he supposed to feel about that when he himself couldn't go home? He was going to be sick. 

"You... you brought me to your home?" If his feet didn't touch the ocean floor, he was going to drown, floating adrift. There was something here; so tentative, so vulnerable. Geo was showing him something important to them, something real, sharing it with him, and Chad wanted to reach out with heavy hands to crush that butterfly of hope. How was he supposed to accept this vulnerable extended hand when he was rotting from the inside out with homesickness and the knowledge that he could never go back. Chad was petrified and the tide was going to drag him away. 

tagging: @multi-lefaiye @jezifster @shineywrites @aschlindartroom

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*rubs hands together gleefully* i have 6 pages and nearly 3000 words of song quotes and corresponding analysis for geo & chad's playlist, and im only almost halfway through! i've got 10/24 songs done, 8 of which i did today >:)

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WIP Title Tag Game

thanks for the tag, @aohendo !

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it. Then tag as many people as you have wips (or don't). (you can make your own post or reblog this one!) 

i did this before w/ Double A Batteries, Waldosia, Timekeeper Kiddos, JMG, and Shielda x Dlade, so this time i'll throw in some other ones! (plus a few new ones because what's this?? i've actually been writing????)

Camilla Marie & Co.

Camilla & Mirth

In Which Jaimie Points Out the Obvious

In Which Mme Poppy's Class Begins

In Which Althea Dreams

In Which Camilla Has Chores & Chooses Violence

In Which Camilla Yells at the Fae King

Of Sea Jewels & Great Lords

Of Sea Jewels and Great Lords (Most Recent Copy)

In Which Geo Wants Back Their Damned Lackey

To The Heart of Astelle They Went

In Which Geo Steals a Deer and Chad Provides Backstory

In Which Chad Gets Angry

Others

Time O'Clock News

Ghee's 24-Hr Diner (Double A Batteries)

Adventures of Jet Astriak (Double A Batteries)

tagging: @multi-lefaiye @albatris @aschlindartroom @hymnonlips @athenswrites

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WIP Intro but I have too much ADHD for this Edition: Of Sea Jewels and Great Lords 

(Finally my favourite one!! (kind of))

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About title: So, for this I wanted to tie the meanings behind the main characters' surnames into the title while invoking a sense of certain colours and adventure, kind of? It's honestly a bit misleading.. one main character's surname is Bijoux, which is literally just the French word for jewel, and I associate them with indigo, so I put sea jewels in the title. The other main character's surname, Meredith, means something like lord/great lord, so I threw that into the title, too. It's a fantasy adventure story, so I wanted that to carry into the title, and I think it does, but the characters don't actually encounter sea jewels, or great lords; it's mostly just mountains and learning to navigate each other. 

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About: So, in recovering bewitched lost villagers for the village of Nomen, magician Geo Bijoux is saddled with the responsibility of depositing Chad Meredith under a mountain in return for the missing villagers that the local dragon has been protecting. In their reluctant travels in search of a good, uninhabited mountain, Geo learns more of the reason for Chad's eternal imprisonment, and the two, against their wishes, grow closer through their adventures and the unavoidable shenanigans that come with a pair of young magicians traversing a continent. 

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Setting: So I lied when I said Giselle & Darius is chronologically the first story that happens on Dirt; this actually happens 200-300 years before that. (I don't have exact numbers yet,,) Also, it's set all over Astelle, but mostly south of the Heart of Astelle, which is a big mountain.

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Featuring: the gays; healing from trauma; moral grayness; questioning morality, motives, and life choices; riyals to lovers (in a way); getting sick of the person you're roadtripping with, as is wont to happen; competitions of basically who can be the biggest asshole; lots of homesickness; learning to follow your heart. 

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Do I have a playlist for it? OH YOU BET I DO :)

wip stuff taglist: @multi-lefaiye

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Incorrect Quotes Tag Game

tagged by: @shineywrites

rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

i had fun with this :))

Quotes:

Geo: Chad! I thought you were dead!

Chad: No, just in deep cover.

Geo: ...But it was an open casket.

Chad: It was very deep.

(the funny thing is the basically actually happened to them)

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Geo: Chad, this morning, I called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement-

Chad: Aww, thanks-

Geo: But I can't. Those are the 2 words that best describe you.

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Geo: Who hurt you?

Chad: *snorting* What, do you want a list?

Geo: ...Yes, actually.

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*Geo and Chad looking at a locked gate into a park*

Chad: Aw. :(

Geo: You know what they say.

Chad: Please don’t-

Geo: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Chad: Frick-

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Geo: I think I need a hug...

Chad: Good thing I'm hug shaped!

*45 minutes later*

Geo: You... you can let go now.

Chad: No, I absolutely cannot.

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*Geo is fighting a monster*

Chad: Just stay calm! You already have everything you need to beat it!

Geo: The power to believe in myself!?

Chad: No, a knife! Stab it!

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tagged (if y'all want): @aohendo @albatris @multi-lefaiye @nicola-writes @yourfriendfrogs @cottonberryfinn

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For Geo & Chad:

"This will be my last confession / I love you, never felt like any blessing"

Heavy In Your Arms - Florence + the Machine

I posted this snippet before about Chad's feelings of homesickness and how he feels about not being able to go home, and how he feels about Geo opening up to him when they're part of the reason he can't go home. And like, I just feel like this song connects well to those feelings. Geo is reluctantly falling in love with Chad, and Chad isn't emotionally, or mentally, ready to hear that from them in any form. It's a weight stretching the thin string his sanity is attached by. He can't stand Geo caring about him when they contribute to the reason he'll never see his family again; he can't stand them caring about him when they're also hurting him, whether intentionally or not.

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like, camilla marie & co. turns 5 this august!!! as does seeing ghosts!

jmg will be 2 (already?!) this august :)

waldosia turned 2 this april, tmkp kiddos turned 2 sometime this spring, double a batteries turned 3 this march, isr turned 4 this march.

not sure what month of summer as cherry wine was born in, but it was probably august, so it turns 4 (i think?) this august.

of sea jewels & great lords, an outlier, turned 1 this january (a little baby, yet somehow the most completed of all my wips?)

shielda x dlade turns 1 this august 🥺.

i have no clue how old bentley is, but it's at least 3/turning 3. and i started and finished the rex scandal within a few days this year as writing practice.

no clue when giselle & darius started, but i believe it's at least 3. (bentley and giselle & darius exist within the same timeline of "ik it happened when i was living in X house but idk when".)

the sexual tension b/n me and getting new story ideas in specifically early-mid spring or mid-august

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It was water slipping through his fingers; it was a ripe apricot hanging just out of reach.

so fucking proud of this tantalus reference i wrote about chad's homesickness

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I made these instead of sleeping :)

Idk whether to call them headers or covers or whatever, but I one for each of my WIPs using their current titles (some of which are placeholders).

These were fun to make, but, man, I went through so many fonts for this, only to use like the same five fonts over and over.

Background images are all from Unsplash