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Sunday Snippets
It’s been so long since I shared something new, and I needed to write this today. It’s just where my head needed to be.
It’s very rough, unedited, no grammar check or beta read, straight off the cuff. I just needed to get something off my chest.
No pressure tags for The Coemancer Crew. Thank you for tagging me in all your wips.
Last week I retired my Starfield OC, Calitrix. She found her forever home. This is from the end of her story. 🥲 I hope you enjoy!
What We Leave Behind
A Starborn Coemancer by a cosmic elf.
“Not far now,” said the Emissary.
Trix looked at him. Now they were here, back down on this planet. In front of the base that held the buried temple, as she had done many times before, she began to realise. There was something different about this Emissary. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to push her curiosity to the back of her mind.
The Starborn ambush wasn’t really an ambush if you expected it. These days Trix always opted to go high. Before long, they reached the doors of the base, with Andreja in her Constellation suit, bringing up the rear.
“This is it,” the Emissary told her, “hold nothing back.”
“When have you ever known me to hold anything back?” Trix replied, without thinking.
“You have a point,” he conceded, for the first time a flicker of emotion in his voice that sent a pain of longing through Trix’s heart.
Once inside, Trix ignored the bodies, and locked doors, moving directly for the first anomaly, she ran head first into her past. She jogged past Lin and Hellar endlessly debating without stopping this time. I’ll see you again, my friends, I promise. She never reached the artifact, she stepped back through the anomaly and into the base at the buried temple once more.
“The Temple is testing you, always.” The Emissary said.
“I know,” said Trix.
The Emissary paused, “Sorry, I forgot,” his voice cracked, “Noble Starborn.”
Trix was now sure. She had heard that voice before, she recognised it even under all the modulation. This Emissary was none other than Sam Coe.
If only it was her Sam.
The next fight was long and tough, but soon, another Starborn was dust and echos.
Trix spent some time with a locked case, but found it to contain only junk. She wasn’t sure why she was bothering with it at this stage, so close to the Unity, but the thought crossed her mind that she could leave everything of value she had collected this run in the ship’s hold for her crew after she had gone. It was something at least. If poor compensation for being dumped by their captain. Again, at least from her perspective.
Trix had done it more times now than she cared to think about. Always jumping in the hope that this time… what exactly? That she would find her forever home? She feared that perhaps she had already left it behind and there was no going back.
She missed Sam so much. Missed his smile. His carefree disposition. How easy it was to be around him, to always have someone to talk to, to be hold and be held. She missed his attention, his teasing, his need for her. Why that had gone away, or when, she couldn’t fathom. She thought hard and tried to remember where it had all changed.
The first time she had reached the Unity, their time together had not been perfect. She wished that she had done things better, that they could have their time over again and that it would be different, that she would be the Trix he deserved.
The whole time, they had promised each other that they would go through the Unity together. To face whatever it was and whatever was to come, united as a family, Sam, Cora and her.
But then she fired up the drive and met herself. There was a Starborn Trix in the Unity. Trix couldn’t understand why. Were they her future? They didn’t sound like her. Maybe they were the Creators, and it was just the way her mind interpreted the information. Or maybe, Trix in another universe always did sound like that, and therefore it was her fate to jump, because she always has done. But what about Sam?
He was there. Standing in the Unity. He looked at her but didn’t acknowledge her. It was heartbreaking, almost frightening. Trix hated every moment of it, especially the confirmation that they would not be jumping together. That he, Cora and everyone else on the ship would be left behind. That he would one day, jump himself, without her, to who knows where.
Trix couldn’t take it. She could face life without him. So when her Starborn self gave her a choice to go back to him, she took it. After everything they had done and been through together, she would not sacrifice what they had for the Unity. To hell with eternity.
She turned and walked away. She walked back to him.
And, shockingly, he didn’t seem to care. He brushed off her return like it was nothing. Spoke something about how they would all reach the Unity eventually, but for now, this would have to do. He seemed non-plused and unaffected by her choice, or the sacrifice she had just made - the refusal of knowledge, all for them. She’d never felt so disappointed. Here was the proof. He would always put reaching the Unity ahead of their lives together.
That was the moment when she realised she could jump, jump and find him again. But a new Sam, a different Sam and do it right this time. Perhaps this Sam belonged to her, one that cared.
And he did, the second time around, oh how he cared. Probably too much. But now Trix was Starborn, and Sam would never understand, not unless he jumped and left her. One day, she was sure that he would. Curiosity would get the better of him, and one day, whether she jumped or he did, she would lose this Sam too.
She couldn’t bear it. The thought was too much. So she jumped on what would have been their wedding night.
And now, Starborn, several times over, she was about to jump again. Only for the first time in a long time, the Emissary had sounded like Sam. All the old feelings were bubbling to the surface. She just had to hold it all together, just this one last time.
Trix was busy emptying all the crap out of her pockets when this Emissary, the one with Sam’s voice, half-ran over to her position and startled her.
Her hands fumbled in her pockets and she dropped a key.
The Lodge Key.
It was a key like all others, but instantly recognisable to those who knew.
Trix paused, the Emissary stared for a moment down at the key. A sharp audible breath left their helmet.
Trix couldn’t stand it any more. Having become accustomed to always wearing her own Starborn suit, for the first time in as long as she could remember, she removed her helmet and looked at him. Looking for something, anything that would tell her that this is the man she knew.
The Emissary groaned, “You have no idea how long I have waited to see that look in your eyes, Trix. Jumping from one universe to the next hoping that this time… I don’t know if it’s you, I mean, my you. But…” He took his helmet off and dropped it. His face was thin, his hair and beard short and streaked with grey. His blue eyes, ringed dark with age and time, were full of tears. He held out his arms to her, “close enough!”
Trix flew into his embrace and they kissed so fiercely, ike it was the last thing they would do in this life.
There it was, the thing that had been missing for so long. The feeling she had searched for, and it wasn’t through the Unity. It was right here in front of her. They had seen and heard each other. It had caused that pull, the undeniable attraction, from which neither could escape. That divine rush of endorphins as they gave into it, the need to touch, feel, hold and taste him, and to feel that same need in return. That was what she had been looking for all along.
Her heart sang with pure joy.
Andreja caught up with the pair, and stood awkwardly off to one side, “Umm, okaaay. So… we’re kissing the Emissary now. And oh, hey Sam, good to see you, I guess… I’ll er… be just over here if you need me.”
#Sunday snippet#starfield#starfield fanfiction#sam coe#coemancer#a cosmic writes#the coemancer crew#💜✨
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Prova numero due, non è un nudino. Clicca qui per vedere i miei capelli appena lisciati ahaha
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SEERLIGHT STYLE
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so, you’ve wooed an immortal
summary: you need to get rid of the gluten in your home despite actively making more. douxie makes assumptions. established friendship ajsksgd
word count: short and sweet
a/n: i’ve been playing stardew again. gift based courting system. and also changed my diet in an attempt to help with my chronic illness. anyhow. hope there’s at least one of you who relates (and thus like this silly little fic lol)
taglist: @moppetwithamanbun @alovesongshewrote @blixeon @prismarts @transformers-insanity @fantasyiswaybetterthanreality @ukuleles-and-roses @faraum
douxie looked into the cheery visage of the strawberries decorating the top of the cake you had just plopped onto his coffee table. shiny little candied rubies making up a circle like a strawberry henge. the red was contrasting nicely from the white of the frosting.
he. already had a cake in his kitchenette. and some sweet rolls. and a tart. two loaves. a basket of muffins. he did Not need another cake.
“do you not like strawberries, doux?” you asked.
he realized he had been staring into this cake a little too intensely.
“oh no. they’re great. but.”
“but?”
“don’t you think this is overkill, darling?”
you grinned sheepishly, “ah-“
“it’s so sweet that you’re doing this. but i think you can stop now. i have enough. the pantry is full. slow down on the courting gifts? if only a wee bit, love.”
you stared at him. bewildered. douxie felt the need to reassure you further,
“i’ll still marry you, i promise. you can rest.”
you flushed. from the sweetness of his words, from the embarrassment, from the fact that you have caused this misunderstanding, whichever. the summer heat must be getting to you. that’s it. your skin felt hot under the palm you raised to cover your mouth.
“oh my god? I- oh my god…” you didn’t know where to start.
confusion began to seep into douxie’s features.
“uh. so!” you clapped your hands together, pointed to the ground.
“i’ve recently gone gluten-free?”
douxie didn’t track.
“uh so i’ve been baking as a way to keep my mind off things? like stress relief? but i needed to get rid of the food.”
“… oooohh”
“yeah,” you scraped a hand down the back of your neck, “so i’ve just. been giving it to you?”
you heard him take a sharp breath in. damn.
“i’m soooo sorry. i- i wouldn’t have done it if i had known you would’ve thought…” you tried your best to reassure.
“NO NO it’s okay! it’s okay! that’s my fault for assuming! uh. thank you for the gifts, y/n,”
douxie wanted to go find a hole to die in. he’ll have to settle for burying himself in the blankets on his bed. and screaming. gotta get you out of here first.
“THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PASSING BY Y/N COME AGAIN ANYTIME MATE I LOVE TO SEE YOU AROUND,”
he shepherded you towards his door. the smile that pulled tight the corners of his mouth was so fake. and panicked. oh god what have you done.
“N-NOT THAT I WOULDNT LIKE TO MARRY YOU. I-“ you turned around as fast as you could, slamming your foot into the space between the door and the wall. while he was swinging the door shut. yeouch! might need to go to hospital later.
“FUZZBUCKETS ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”
“YEAH I JUST,” you looked into the bookshop behind you, half expecting there to be an audience since it was during business hours, “we need to go back in to have this conversation.”
you pushed him back. he let you. your hands didn’t leave his shoulders once the door was closed behind you, however.
douxie’s hazel eyes were very, very wide with apprehension. he let you hands trail up to his face. you cupped his pink cheeks, gentle at first, then almost squishing him.
“you!”
“me?”
you chuckled, “god, hisirdoux. you’ve already decided you’re ready to get married?”
“um” he couldn’t tell if you were rejecting him right now or…
“i haven’t even asked you out yet. haven’t even held your hand,” you continued into a giggle, giving his face another squish for good measure, “don’t get me wrong, that’s So Sweet.”
he pulled your hands off his cheeks so he could talk,
“well, forgive me. that how it used to be done for… an unspecified amount of time in the past because i wasn’t really paying attention to romance back then.”
“hmmm. guess i gotta follow through then. rules are rules after all,”
“wait? really?” he leaned closer into your personal space.
“of course. my dearest fiancé,” you glanced at his lips, “but. i don’t want our first kiss to be our wedding day? is that okay?”
he pulled your hand into his own, bringing it up in between y’all.
“yes. i think that needn’t be necessary,”
he pressed your hand to his lips reverently. featherlight, and his warmth stayed long after he raised his head back up to look into your eyes.
“how was that?
you burst into a fit of giggles. that was the cutest thing you’d ever seen him do. so far. you’ve got a lot of lifetime left.
“not what i meant. but that was perfect.”
douxie pretended to play innocent “oh, i wonder whatever could you have meant then-“
you pulled him in by the collar of his shirt.
he was a little eager, energetic. not the perfect slow melty first kiss but hey. he’s in love. and too excited.
he tasted very sweet. probably all the sugar you’ve been stocking his kitchen with. you’ll have to find a new stress relief hobby. maybe knitting? or. actually kissing could work. yep.
you could get used to this.
#💜✨#oop i’m not dead#douxie x reader#hisirdoux casperan x reader#hisirdoux x reader#tales of arcadia x reader#douxie#hisirdoux casperan#my writing
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A small gift for Freya2Xana from Deviantart ☺️
Her Treasure Planet OC is name Maryam Weller 💜✨
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I'm so glad you joined the West Wing fandom and have written great CJ/Danny fic for ppl like meeeeeeee to read and enjoy. What a day to celebrate indeed!! ❤️❤️
Thank you Steph!! 💜
I have loved practically every minute of it, and every friend and mutual I've made along the way!!
Hopefully there will be many more, lol, I have a one-shot I'm working on right now, I have a multi-chap as well (not pres! though I'm hoping to use Christmas break to get that bugger back on track), and I'd like to say I'm posting something today, but we'll see!
It's been an honour and a delight ✨🥰
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EVERYONE SHARE THE LAST SLOAN SONG THEY LISTENED TO
i will go first: i am currently listening to spin our wheels :)) probably one of my favourites!!
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OC in 3
I saw this wonderful post doing the rounds and I felt like joining in.
How to: Post three pictures or images you feel relate to a character. They can be face claims, famous artworks, photos, anything you think fits the Vibe.
No pressure tags for @tafferling @turbo-toast @eridanidreams @esorydoolb @toxiclizardwrites @therealgchu @silurisanguine @staticpallour @bearlytolerant @fangbangerghoul @lisa-and-shadow @order-of-the-eye and anyone else who wants to do it :)
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For Emrys:
(Photos from istock, the art is mine).
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Posting this here again because I can’t stop staring at it 🥺💜🥹 Makes me feel dreamy and inspired. ✨
I’ll share the links if anyone is wanting to read- but please be mindful of the content warnings 🚩✌🏻
It’s a romance story for those that are +18 only 💜 There’s an age gap relationship with very sexual themes, so please proceed with caution.
Available on ☀️🌈
Wattpad (Always posted here first) ✨
Ao3 ❤️
Quotev ✨
#charlie weasley#charlie weasley x oc#charlieweasley#💜✨#charlie weasley smut#hp fanfcition#ao3#wattpad#quotev
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tagged by the wonderful @thefreakandthehair
Directions: Post a screencap of your lock screen photo, a screencap of the last/current song listened to, as well as the last photo of a celebrity that you saved in your phone.
🏷️ @re-bec-ca-ann @original-cypher @mrsmunsons @wynnyfryd @rainbow-nerdss @legitcookie and anyone else who wants to!!
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make the friendship bracelets.... etc etc
#taylor swift coded#everything you lose is a step you take / so make the friendship bracelets /#take the moment and taste it / you've got no reason to be afraid / you're on your own kid#💜✨#love u lewis
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Speak Now has consumed my entire life, do not send help
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one thing about me is that i love to block people
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