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whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist · 8 days

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Big sci fi lore dump

@mango-water I never pass up an opportunity to explain my sci fi lore. I tried to sort the images into groups to better explain.

(first 5 images) So big chunk of this world started with an oc named plum who i made very quickly before a comic class. She works with the 7 vulpes who kinda keep the whole universe running. Shes from a planet that has been destroyed and she doesnt remember much of. The 7 vulpes work within our solar system as it is the least populated so staying hidden is easy, the hall of fox (5th photo) hides nicely here. Plum is the newest member as Neptune, her teacher, disappeared. The others arent fond of this as plum doesnt quite know what shes doing yet. Plums main weapon is a button that holds a bunch of evil creature souls, these souls bend and morph into any weapon she needs. While helpful this almost makes her greatest enemy the god of monsters (not shown in any images) Her other enemy is currently her husband Walter (3rd photo) as after the destruction of his planet and what he thought was the loss of his wife he fell to evil influences. Hes currently on a path of pure destruction and is loosing himself, he doesnt even know the hero who keeps stopping him is plum.

(images 6-9, slighty shown in image 12) Sun dogs! The strongest protectors of the galaxy... or at least they were before they grew so distant that many think of them as only legend now. Sun dogs are women from all planets and world chosen by the stars (a goddess like figure but she prefers not to be referred to as such, thinking of her as a mom is much prefered) Most of these sun dogs live on a hidden planet named Olvora but some like Elanor (girl in the 12th image and comic at the bottom) grow up on different planets and make their way to Olvora later. The queens (image 7) Lo'uk yel and Puk na' ashaya (names are from a vulcan name generator i have not made a language for the sun dogs yet lol) teenage friends turned lovers. Lo showed great leadership and skill quickly becoming the previous queens apprentice. Lo gained popularity quickly and Puk felt she needed to impress lo too, so she hopped in the ring and sadly bit off more than she could chew. It did lead to her confessing feelings tho. The two have a very professional royalty look but behind closed doors they still have a lot of alien cats and giggle over movies n romance books. Some other notable sun dogs include the blue robot lady (image 9, whos name i still need to pick out) she was badly injured and thought she had lost the ability to shift into her sun dog form forever but with some help from a cyborg she was able to regain the spirit she needed. The trapped sun dog (image 6, also needs a name) a long forgotten warrior who was captured a long time ago. She now powers a ship with a mysterious captain whos not up to anything good. Lastly theres the torn one whom we will get into later

(images 10 and 11) Sonia and Ovvus. Sonia was the first human to make contact with others. Her first contact being with Ovvus a head scientist and communications officer on one of system x's many exploring fleets. The two are how the other planets got info on humans and how humans got info on the other planets. Earths government isnt very fond of system x nor the other planets and has stayed to itself, while many humans have left the planet and moved due to distrust in the earthly government. (on earth everything has kinda melded into one government and if you have money you have the loudest voice in choices. Many have found that exploration, invention, and creativity have haulted in favor of profit.) The two recently had a son, Orion, which has become everything their life revlolves around. The two rarely go on months long exploration jobs any more and stay on Torbin in their little farm home.

(images 12-14) System X! A big piece of the entire lore. All started on lined paper in my sophmore year math class. The mother planet (the biggest one) has the other 4 planets revolving around it. in order: Geutune (the dusty eye), Torbin (the green planet), Dostruga (the hungry giant), and Zinus (the icy planet). each unique in there own way. The system of planets moves throughout the universe absorbing stars, destroying enemy fleets with ease, and overall being a pretty intimidating force. Thankfully leadership on system x has always kept fair and does its best to provide for its citizens. Each planet has a ruler but those rulers report to the sovereign on the mother planet. Most if not all of the rulers have a council elected by the citizens of each planet.

(images 15-18) Qex are originally from the mother planet and are still the most populous on the planet. When designing them they had a opossum and nebula influence. Zets originate from Geutune. Their legs are built for sand and speed which comes in handy on the dusty planet constantly whipped by wind. As you can tell they are very rabbit based lol. Drok originate from Dostruga and they had a dragon and octopus inflence. Dostruga has a lot of giant creatures and plants making muscles and extra appendages a must. Drok use their tendril hair to express and pick up things often. Thron originate from Zinus. was thinking about unicorns and horses when making them. They often have a lot of hair to keep warm on the icy planet, the extra claws help to grab onto snow, and their horns can glow when they need light. (not pictured below) but the Tez'le originate from torbin. They have anntenna and 4 arms. Very bug based to match their plant covered planet

(images 19-21) Some concept pieces of various things. Otherworldly battle horses with sci fi armor. Sun eaters, a species of mindless beasts that devour suns. A big threat to the universe as they are giant and unstoppable. The only known weakness they have is sun dogs. Usually these beasts are solitary so they dont pose too much of a threat other than the occassional attack on a sun that is warming a planet, but in groups they are very destructive. Walter, plums husband, is currently pushing these beasts toward each other, creating a giant hoard of them. Theres no telling how many stars this group will be able to devour. A dragon warship. The concept art was made for a different planets warship but it might become a design for a system x style one

(all the last images) A comic I made in my last comic class i could attend. its a 12 page thing so I couldnt fit it all here but this is where the sun dog plot line is currently left off. The torn one is a sun dog general who was sucked into a blackhole but managed to escape its grasp. not without injury though. Her features were enlongated and her old heroic leader self was gone. The general turned on her troops and destroyed them all. She was unable to be stopped due to her unstable core which could go supernova any second. Elanor wasnt fully aware of this and fought the sun dog anyways. The battle worked up the torn one enough that her core couldnt sustain her and blew up.

OK THATS ALL MY RAMBLING FOR TODAY lmao im so sorry there is so much and its a big ol mess rn

plus theres so many other little tid bits that I didnt include 😭🙏

#whiteeyes lore

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deepspacedukat · 11 months

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Icing

I’m actually really nervous about this one! I didn’t intend for a challenge fic to be the way I debuted Kollos on his own, but here we are! I did the same thing with Jorik, and that turned out alright. ANYWAY. This is the first time Kollos has taken center stage, so I hope you’ll all enjoy my mature Pointy Boi’s debut! 💖 It should be stated up front that this is an AU of his multi-chapter fic (that I haven’t posted yet 😅) which will be Kollos x OFC. This was just an experiment, albeit a fun one! Anyway, enjoy!

Day 11: Cinnamon Bun (coming on a pregnant belly)

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Kollos (OC) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Vulcan sex, dirty talk, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, possessive language, cinnamon bun, coming on a pregnant belly, oral sex (female receiving).

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“Adun, please, I need you.” The plea came from far above his seeking lips, but he wouldn’t be swayed. Not just yet.

“You’ll have me, ashaya. Be patient just a few moments more,” Kollos replied as his unrelentingly slow kisses up her thighs stirred his wife into a desperate fog.

Through their bond, he could feel her affection for him mingling seamlessly with her desire. He was fortunate enough to have a mate with a sex drive that was a match for his own, and she was even more amorous now that she was carrying his child. It was his responsibility and honor to attend to her pleasure, especially during this time.

Reaching up, Kollos carefully caressed his wife’s swollen belly, moaning hungrily against the soft skin of her upper thigh. She’d already come twice while riding his face, but he intended to give her much more than that.

The former minister slid out from beneath her and helped her lay on her back, making sure she was properly supported and comfortable. She was a vision spread open for him like this. Surrounded and luxuriating in a veritable pile of pillows atop their bed, Kollos’s heavily pregnant wife reached her arms out for her husband. He grasped one of her hands as he knelt between her spread legs, looking down at her in awe.

He would never get used to this. When his ex-wife was pregnant, he hadn’t been allowed to explore the primal urges that swirled within him. Their marriage was no more than a political alliance between their families. The intimacy they had shared was no more than perfunctory performance of a perceived duty - to have a productive union and appear to be a true family. Despite their marriage, they had never completely confided in one another. Outside of Kollos’s instances of pon farr and the conception of their child, there was almost no intimate contact between them. Such an exploration of what it meant to have a pregnant mate would not have been welcome.

He could indulge those particular urges now, though. The desire to hold his lover, to feel the life they had created together growing within her, to prove that he was a worthy mate by tending to her pleasure throughout her pregnancy and beyond...she had made it clear that she was open to all of that and more. This second marriage was a love match. Kollos and his new wife were undeniably compatible, both physically and mentally. The necessary attraction had been there from the beginning, and now he could truly experience what a marriage should be.

“Look at you. You are already full of me, yet still you beg for me to fuck you,” he crooned. A fierce possessiveness roared within him as the tip of his lok brushed through her soaked folds, prompting him to lift her legs carefully in his grasp. He probed their bond to check that she wasn’t in any discomfort, and when none could be found, he began pushing relentlessly forward, splitting her open on his length. “My beautiful, accommodating wife. You take me so well.”

“Kollos, p-please,” she called out, covering his hands with hers where they gripped her thighs. “Please...Please, I need you!”

“You have me.” His promise was accompanied by his lips on her one of her calves. The soft, tight warmth of his mate around him made Kollos groan as he began moving in slow, deliberate thrusts. Bracing her legs on his broad chest, he reached between her legs and gradually began stirring her passion further with swirling circles over her clit. “You will always have me.”

Her fingernails dug into his skin as she clung to him, and Kollos let out a deep, rumbling growl as he began to lose his composure. Leaning into this sort of savage desire meant that he’d have to spend a little longer meditating tonight, but that was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make if this lovemaking brought his spouse pleasure. It was the least he could do to make sure that she was comfortable and satisfied while she was carrying their child.

He’d promised when they were married that she would want for nothing, and to date, he was proud to be able to say that he had kept that promise. He had demonstrated himself to be a capable provider, and he was happy to continue to do so for her. She deserved the best, after all, and although he was no longer a member of the Vulcan High Command, he still wished to give his mate the best life possible - that included as many orgasms as she could ever desire.

As she cried out for the third and fourth times that night, Kollos felt his own end approaching. Close to completely unhinged with desire, he coaxed her through a fifth peak and pulled out. Standing quickly on the bed, he fisted his lok, roaring as his pleasure gushed through his fingers and splattered on his wife’s stomach. His seed dripped down the sides of her rounded belly while he moaned above her.

Mine. Mine, mine, mine! The word repeated over and over like a drumbeat in his head, his heart, and even in the core of his katra. Easing himself back down onto the bed beside his wife, he found his lips immediately claimed by hers.

He still had to clean his spend off of her, and soon a desire that began somewhere in the post-orgasmic haze thrummed between them until they were both ravenous with desire yet again: his tongue would make a suitable and efficient tool to do the job.

Kollos was more than happy to fulfill that desire.

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Vulcan Words:

Adun = husband

ashaya = beloved

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Taglist:

@android-boyfriends @attention-bajoranworkers @bigblissandlove1 @darkmattervibes @emilie786 @horta-in-charge @live-logs-and-proper @slutty-slutty-vulcans @starrynightgardens @toebeans-mcgee

#deepspacedukat fic #Former Minister Kollos of Vulcan #Kollos x Reader #SoC 2023 #soc day 11

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queenclaudiabrown · 1 year

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Vote On Future Fanfictions

Hola! Since Ocean Eyes is finally finished (*quiet sobbing*), I'm ready to write another Primeval fanfic, but I want your opinion on which of the following I should write first:

AUs:

Actuators, Rivets, Cogs | Primeval Steampunk AU

Human Machines, Automatic Souls | Primeval Cyberpunk AU

Illegitimate | Primeval OC-Insert (NOT SI-OC) featuring the OC daughter of Helen and one of the scientists she slept with.

Of Gladioluses and Gorgonopsids | Primeval Hades & Persephone/Greek Mythology AU

She’ll Be Coming With Us | AU wherein Claudia Brown takes a more active role in the anomaly operation, resulting in canon divergence and BAMF!Claudia

Crossovers:

Dog Days | Primeval/BBC Sherlock crossover starring a stubborn Hackney teenager and a 'sociopathic' consulting detective

Hart of Torchwood | Primeval/Torchwood crossover following Stephen's journey after his untimely and unpleasant demise

Haunted | Primeval/Supernatural crossover that details how the events of the series changed following the events of this one-shot of the same name

I'm Gonna Pull Time Apart For You | Primeval/Doctor Who crossover, starring Claudia Brown, TheGirlWhoWaited!Amy, and a few characters from a few other fandoms

Now, all of these (and more) will be written and posted on every site I post on (tumblr, AO3, fanfiction.net, and Wattpad), but don't expect anything before Friday, January 13, 2023, since I'm working on an original horror story (more info here) which I'll post on that day. This poll, which will also be on AO3 and fanfiction.net, will close on Friday the 13th. (I'm also currently writing a Rings of Power fanfiction- Something Is Rotten In The Plains of Ithilien- but don't expect regular or frequent updates. My brain is fried and I'm very busy.) Anyone and everyone can vote anywhere, but I'm tagging a few people with no pressure down below because I think they might be interested. Also, you can vote for more than one! Honestly I'm just super indecisive so I need help.

~Jonesy

@witchofthemidlands @monsta-x-monbebes @random-jot @whatkindofnameisvolta @late2000shistoricalreenactment @scifimyke @demigodofhoolemere @nerdgirlstuff @reverse-the-jellybaby @empress-of-snark @wizardlizardinhislair @clawedandcute @chocolatesawfish @pudgyroo @yel-ashaya @gingericywolf @anomalyresearchcentre @anomaly-research-centre @anomaly-research-centre-rpg-blog @jackd983 @isharaneith @e29v51 @psmith73 @fieldcoordinatcr @whispers-of-gallifrey

#primeval #torchwood #supernatural #bbc sherlock #doctor who

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a-lrpcorner · 1 year

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Hello hello! I am K, I am the co owner of this account and the creator of Ashaya Aurum. Ashaya has been my main oc for the last 9 years and has been through a lot of changes through the years! But i am finally sharing her! I have been roleplaying for about 9 years but all privately. I started roleplaying when i was 13 and now im 21 almost 22, Ed and I have been working on our current story for about eight months and i am so excited to share it with you all!

#active rp #closed rp #supernatural rp #discord rp #~OocK~

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nandivina · 2 years

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My heroes of Thedas, I’ve wanted to do them together for the longest time!!

Marian Hawke, Ashaya Lavellan and Merinne Tabris. Here’s to hoping I see some of you (or all of you 👀) on the next game

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thesummerstorms · 5 years

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Some other possible random new advisers for Evanna, though they may not be members of the inner council, most of whom I’m making up on the spot:

Penelope Seagrave, a half-elven, half-human apostate/member of the Mage’s Collective travelling from Antiva with the Rebels (despite having never been in the Circle) who specializes more in potion-making and less direct/physical magic than most of the combat-ready Knight-Enchanters or Primal/Force specialists. She takes command of the Rebel Mages who aren’t suited for combat, overseeing their use in support roles as well as most of the Inquisition’s magical researchers and the Tranquil. Occasionally she collaborates with Leliana, drawing on her travel experience with the Avaar.

Ashaya a Rivaini seer/witch who represents another human but primarily non-Andrastian magic systems (as Evanna feels she has the Circle Magic perspective down pat, thank you, and also has Vivienne readily available.) Her role is kept much quieter, for her own protection, and she has fought with Cullen on numerous occasions. Named a diminutive form of “Asha”, after the legendary Queen-Mother.

“The Widow” Alisanne Lestrange, an Orlesian commoner of mixed Orlesian and Fereldan birth who used to work as a personal attendant for the unmarried daughters of various Orlesian noble families until she was poisoned and summarily discarded. After her long recovery, she turned up as a highwayman-turned-folk hero to the Orlesian commoners, the bow-wielding “widow” of an archer from the Imperial army who managed quickly became a thorn to both the nobility and the upper ranks of the Chantry. She eventually becomes Evanna’s director and book-keeper for humanitarian efforts towards those affected by the Rifts, but also directs her band to collaborate with Leliana and gives Evanna perspective on how the needs of the commoner contrasts with those of the nobility when dealing with Orlais.

Tychon, a city elf from Hasmal, the son of escaped Tevinter slaves, who Mahviren recruits to help talk civilian resistance to the Venatori but who, under Cattilara, Mahvirehn, and Ignatius’s influence, becomes a representative of elven recruits within the Inquisition who have been or might be sidelined by human commanding officers higher in rank but beneath the Inquisitor’s notice.

Ingatius of Gwaren, a Hahren from the Gwaren Alienage who travels to the Inquisition to look after grandchildren who have run off to join the Inquisition’s army but are then put into place as cooks and servants. He convinces Tychon to speak to Mahvirehn and Inquisitor Trevelyan about the wasted potential, and eventually comes to represent many of the city elves in the Inquisition forces who aren’t combatants.

#my ocs #Dragon Age #alisanne lestrange #ignatius #tychon #ashaya #penelope seagrave

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ao3feed-ds9 · 6 years

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by Yel_Ashaya

Sito Jaxa was not killed when her shuttle exploded. She was taken to a Cardassian penal colony, where she relives the Occupation, battling hunger, inequality and abuse. She thinks all hope is lost, until she is rescued by an unlikely saviour. She struggles to realise that she is falling in love with her captor and her saviour. Picard recruits Joret Dal and attempts to locate Sito.

(Originally published on fanfiction.net, where I'm called 'Yel Ashaya')

Disclaimer: Star Trek, except my OCs, is not mine (sadly)

Words: 2226, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Sito Jaxa, Joret Dal, Worf, Jean-Luc Picard, Kira Nerys, Benjamin Sisko, Jadzia Dax, OMC

Relationships: Sito Jaxa/OMC

Additional Tags: Occupation of Bajor, Cardassian oppression, implied rape, Sexual Assault, Starvation, Stockholm Syndrome

from AO3 works tagged 'Star Trek: Deep Space Nine' http://ift.tt/2HFXcSO

#Star Trek #DS9 #Deep Space Nine #Star Trek DS9 #ao3feed #fanfic

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tired-reader-writer · 12 days

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Ashaya backstory revamp

Ever since classes started again I have been consistently unable to either draw or write, and it's frustrating me a lot, so I'll just have to settle for making AU posts.

Andragoras and Tahamenay's child, that has not changed.

Given to some family in the Tabaristan region (formerly known as Mazandaran in ancient times), who were given hush money in exchange of raising them.

Ever since she was young, Sherine has noticed that she is... different.

Her parents leave her out. Her siblings pick up on that and leave her out too. Her parents don't treat her the same way they treat their other children.

Besides which, Sherine is not dumb. She realizes pretty quickly that she looks different from the rest of her family. Face too pointy. Hair too light.

People say she's a beautiful child.

Her parents seem determined to prove them otherwise.

Sherine is given more chores to do. Given plainer clothes. Made to stand behind her siblings at any given event.

She cries. She screams and struggles and stomps and yells in hopes that they'd listen, they'd know, this is unfair, she's their daughter too, isn't she? Sherine is—

Sherine is not dumb.

Sherine knows that whatever she is, she doesn't belong here.

People say she's a beautiful child.

Her family says she's nothing but trouble.

She wanders her hometown, sneaking off from doing chores at home. Spends her days scanning the faces of the townspeople— the merchants, the neighbors, the strangers, even the slaves. She looks and looks and looks, for any hint of similarity, any bit of resemblance, anything that might echo back to what she sees in the mirror, in the waters, every day.

Sneaks out of her house, flits from street to street, in a desperate bid to find someone, anyone, with some iteration of her features hiding amongst the crowds.

Stalks the family of that jolly grape seller from a couple blocks over, because they were light-haired like her even if the shades don't even come close to matching.

Hers is always different.

Hers is too peculiar.

Ivory-blond with rosy tips, hair of an outsider.

Mama beats her and sends her to bed without dinner.

Curling up in bed, hungry in a way that no amount of food would satisfy, Sherine thinks.

She doesn't belong here.

She isn't a child of this family.

She doesn't think she's even related to them.

Where are her parents?

Did they die? Is that why papa and mama take her in? Because they knew her parents?

Except, really, they mustn't have loved her parents, whoever they were, because if they did then surely they would treasure Sherine too. Right?

Right?

If they died and nobody here loved them, then why is she here? Wouldn't she have been put on the doorsteps of a temple or taken from the streets by... by...

She'll never get the image out of her head, a slaver, flogging a young boy barely older than her.

She's seen them, on her escapades, prowling the streets sniffing around for any abandoned baby by a roadside or in an alleyway.

She shudders thinking about it. Mama always says one of these days she's going to sell Sherine, too.

She's scared.

She doesn't know.

Whatever the case was, she was unwanted in some way. Is unwanted, right now in this present she lives in, unwanted by this family, unwanted by whoever decided to leave their daughter on this doorstep.

She clutches her aching stomach.

She doesn't sleep.

Day by day, night by night, she prays what little words she manages to remember.

Prays to be loved.

Prays to be found.

Prays to be...

To be...

There's a tale in this town.

If you wander deep into the woods, you'll find a dilapidated place.

They call it a temple. That's stupid. The building looks nothing like a temple.

Those who wander in, they say, come back wrong.

Come back days, months, years later.

No matter how long they take, they don't look a day older.

They were playing, her siblings and the other kids, they play, but she never gets included. They get mean when she tries. They always give her whatever's the worst.

She runs.

She runs and runs and runs until her legs burn and there's no air in her lungs.

She doesn't notice the butterflies frozen in air.

She doesn't notice the sudden stillness of the trees after a certain point.

Not until she trips.

There, on the ground, stained in mud and dirt and snot and tears, she curls up like she always does at night.

She's so hungry.

She hears their voices, a couple bushes over, arguing about the prey they were supposed to hunt.

They don't find her.

She bolts upright, startled, nerves tingling with something she doesn't know what to name.

She looks around.

Silence and stillness.

She should be afraid, she thinks. She should try to leave. To go home, to go find those dummies who didn't even see her when they were nearby.

But she thinks of their meanness, of mama's anger and papa's weird stares, of the prowling slavers wandering the streets.

Just a little bit, she thinks. Just a little longer. Just a little bit of peace. She'll take the beatings later, she'll deal with that when they catch her.

That's right.

She just has to not get caught for a little while longer.

[brain juices running out so this will be reverting back from story mode to summary mode, augh]

Anyways, she spends a long time (to her) in the woods and doesn't really notice that the sun isn't moving in the sky bc she's a little kid and she's too busy rolling around and having fun until she falls asleep out of exhaustion (both physical and emotional, since all the shit she went through finally caught up to her in a safe moment)

(you'll notice that in the story/narration part “Sherine” refers to themselves by she/her bc at the time they hadn't had the chance to realize y'know, the gender stuff)

Sherine wakes up, finds that it's night, and she can't find her way back.

(the haunted area actually booted her out so she's in a different spot of the forest)

Kid has an epiphany of sorts.

“She can't stay here.

Not anymore.

If she's so unwanted anyways, what harm would it do for her to disappear?

For her to leave?”

So she does.

Anyways, it's night, Farangis (with some clan adults) is wandering the area for a reason I have yet to fully decide on.

They meet.

Sherine is absolutely taken by this gorgeous lady.

One long conversation later while Farangis does her best to clean the kid up, it's abundantly clear that Sherine is Not Okay.

So they get taken!

And Sherine gets to chop off their hair and choose a new name.

But until she settles on a proper name she chose for herself, their temporary name is Ranna.

Sherine has a complicated relationship with girlhood because of the toxic standards that were forced on her by their “parents”.

Anyways that's how Ashaya comes to join the clan!

What I imagine a young ex-Sherine to look like as she leaves with Farangis.

Fun fact, Areyan is usually a sweet and gentle kid but for some unknown reason he and Ashaya regularly gets into fisticuffs.

They're 7 when they join the clan. Farangis is 15, she'd just come of age.

At some point I kinda wanted Ashaya and Alfarīd to have met in their younger years but I don't see that working out w this trajectory sooooo... oops.

Anyways, a look into Ashaya's trauma! Where their lack of hope and faith in the world stems from. I somehow couldn't get into it in the narration but her family house could own slaves, maybe, (still she gets made to do chores bc Double Standards), and on her escapades to find her parents or relatives in the town she gets to see a whoooole lot of violence thrown at slaves and poor commoners and it always stuck w them.

She tries questioning it once, they got punished.

Kinda echoes Alfarīd's hopelessness in the nation too, she did say in the manga “there's no point to restoring the nation, it'll just make new nobles and new slaves” and it's an attitude Ashaya holds, too.

It'll be up to them to find that hope again. Alfarīd would be the one to eventually give back hope to Ashaya, but for that she herself will have to believe.

Unlike in canon I don't really see Alfarīd coming to believe in someone changing the system, rather that there's something worth living for even in a broken world. I think she'd have an attitude like that. It just fits her.

(I'm reminded of the song Kamado Tanjirou no Uta from the AU playlist, and that one video from Hello Future Me about the Ghibli movie The Boy and the Heron.)

(“We did not choose this world. But we must live in it.”)

To elaborate on why Ashaya lost faith in the world, it's smth like, if something so terrible and hurtful like the slavery system is allowed to exist, if nobody batted an eye at the abuse she went through, if nobody thinks to hold abusers accountable, if people are rewarded with brutality for their kindness, then... there's nothing worth saving here.

In addition to their own abuse they also saw others being abused, remember that the clan is made up of runaways and hurt people and abandoned people and victims and survivors— almost nobody who comes to the clan... came from happiness.

Is it any wonder that their faith was broken?

In contrast, let's look at Alfarīd. Protective instincts, strong sense of justice, responsible if a bit chaotic, remember how in the manga Alfarīd urges Estelle to remember the women and children and injured they'd saved? That they must think of, that they must protect, instead of thinking about the King?

Alfarīd, I think, abhors the system, but still sees people and things worth protecting anyways.

(and not to jump all over like a kangaroo but let's talk about Farangis this time)

She's an orphan. She entered the temple of Mithra after her loss. She was too talented. Too diligent. Too beautiful. People shunned her because of it.

And I'm willing to bet there's aggression and subtle bullying, too.

Look, it's a closed community. That sort of place gets rancid real fast.

(I would know. I myself was trapped in a prison of a boarding school where my suicidal ideation got wayyyyyyy bad.)

So, y'know, Ashaya-as-Sherine is a reflection of her days in the temple. That's why she has a soft spot for her.

Farangis is one of the few people Ashaya will listen to.

Anyways that concludes thus the post about Ashaya!

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #heroic legend of arslan #wolfpack au #winds of wolfsong #rotten egg's shitty writing #ranna (oc)#ashaya (oc)#farangis #alfarīd #alfreed

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carminavulcana · 7 years

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Hurt!Spock Rec List 1 (Long Stories- Over 40k)

1. How We Operate by MissBAMF : One of the best Hurt Spock stories I’ve ever come across. Super long and not for the fainthearted. Features telepathic violence, non-con, and explicit emotional and physical trauma. Pairing: K/S. Not Complete.

2. A Sky of Stars by AconitumNapellus : Another one of my favorites. This one features Spock as an outdoor slave on an old-fashioned Earth farm. Story contains graphic torture, non-con, and a lot of h/c. Can be categorized as gen. Complete.

3. Batter My Heart by Ashaya T’Reldai : Another gem but very hard to read. Spock is captured and tortured on an away mission. Jim must get to him before it is too late. Will he make it? Pairing: K/S. Not Complete.

4. Dead or Alive by Interrobanng : In this story, Spock must confront his memories, his relationship with Sybok, and the dysfunctionality of his maternal family. A wonderful roller coaster ride filled with angst and humor. Pairing: K/S. Not Complete.

5. Debt of Dishonor by Karracaz : Spock is betrayed by a childhood friend. The betrayal may cost him everything he holds dear, including his life and the life of the crew of the Enterprise. Guilt, pain, and anger eat away at him as he and the crew race against time to save the day. Pairing: Spock/OC. Complete

6. Vulcan: Secrets of the Sand by AconitumNapellus : Ancient Vulcan myths, barbaric estranged cousins of a people, and Pre-Surak mysticism come together in this action-packed story which explores Spock’s character beautifully. Pairing: None. Complete

7. A New Dimension by Hannelore : Spock has not taken the time to deal with what the destruction of Vulcan and the death of his mother. He is tormented by nightmares and guilt. But his sense of duty to the ship and his love for Jim give him the kind of insane courage that makes you wonder if he is brave as hell or way too stupid despite being a Vulcan. Pairing: K/S. Complete

8. Finding Spock by Me (CarminaVulcana)- Ignore if you wish to- The story of Spock’s journey from his difficult childhood to his equally trying adult life. A tale of everything that makes him who he is. Pairing: Spock/Uhura, Spock/OC, Spock & Kirk Bromance. Not Complete. (This isn’t a rec. I obviously can’t rec my own story. But it is hurt Spock and I know those are scarce. So if you are interested, I’d be glad to have you read my story.)

#hurt spock #hurt spock fic recs #Spock centric fics

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errantsquam · 2 months

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comic about knife ears

#oc #a70d #ordell reiher #ashaya chronos

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whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist · 1 year

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art dump!

a lot of doodles and some fr comms

1 and 2. some sci fi space warship concepts

3. dino oc

4. Terminus, ice/leaf

5 and 6. some spiral comms

7,8,9. bringig back my vampire gal delilah and barnaby

10, 11, 12. Space ocs. Ashaya and Yeltor the mercinaries seeing Dexter and Elanor also going to fight a giant ass monster but they are a bit jealous.

#flight rising #dragon art #digital painting #wings of fire #fr spiral #vampire oc

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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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Tense

Honestly, this could’ve been way longer, but the last couple of days have been super busy. I don’t have anything super profound to preface this with, so enjoy! If anyone wants to be added to or removed from my taglist, please don’t hesitate to let me know.

Day 5: Facial

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Jorik (OC) x Jadzia Dax (ST:DS9)

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Established relationship, interspecies sex, Vulcan/Trill sex, oral sex (male receiving), facial, slightly subby!Jorik, edging.

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** Late 2374 - Deep Space Nine**

“Please...Jadzia, h-have mercy...” Jorik’s plea was met only by a light, mirthful laugh - one which didn’t bode well for his resolve.

“Patience, sweetheart,” she chided gently before resuming her slow, teasing caresses. She’d been keeping her husband on the edge of an orgasm for something like an hour. After all the long days and hard work that Jorik had been doing lately, he still refused to relax, so Jadzia decided to take things into her own hands - and her mouth.

Soft arms had wrapped around Jorik’s shoulders as he sat at his desk. He’d been working on security reports for nearly three days straight, at that point. Since the Romulans had joined the war against the Dominion, there had been an uptick in the amount of personal conflicts on the station. And the paperwork required to file reports on such incidents had increased accordingly.

“Adun, you need to rest,” Jadzia’s breath against the top of her husband’s head ruffled his hair and tickled his scalp. “You haven’t taken a break in hours. I haven’t seen you this tense since we met.”

“A break would be illogical. My work is incomplete,” he murmured, but through their bond, Jorik could feel that his wife would not be deterred tonight. Her tongue traced the outside of his ear, pausing on the pointed tip long enough to tug his focus away from the reports in front of him. “Ashaya...”

“I know you’re dedicated to your career, but don’t I deserve a little of your time as well?” She slid one of her hands down to his and traced two of his fingers with his. “If you won’t take a break for your own sake, then take it for mine. Nara is staying over at the O’Briens, and I require my husband...”

Feeling his breath hitch in his chest, Jorik set down the two data PADDs he’d been using. If his wife needed him, it was only logical that he should help her. What sort of a husband would he be if he did not? Leaning back in his mate’s embrace, he obliged a nudge of her nose and bared his neck for her with a tilt of his head.

“How may I assist you this evening, k’diwa?” He gasped as she nipped at his neck, sending a bolt of arousal between his legs.

“By allowing me to assist you,” she whispered, and one of Jorik’s eyebrows lifted curiously.

“As always, I am yours to do with as you will.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Jadzia murmured coaxing him from his chair and pulling him into the bedroom.

He’d given himself over to her ministrations easily, lying back on the bed with very little persuasion. Jorik trusted his wife implicitly, even when she brought him to the edge time after maddening time. She knew exactly what she was doing, and he was grateful that she was willing to give him such pleasure. He accepted her attentions readily as any solicitous mate would.

“That’s my good boy,” Jadzia praised, and the taught string that was his tension finally snapped. Feeling his control shatter completely, Jorik shouted as his wife’s hands sped up, pulling his orgasm from him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his hips twitched involuntarily.

When he finally came back to himself, Jorik opened his eyes to a sight that never ceased to stir his most primitive urges. His wife’s cheeks, nose, and forehead were painted with stripes of his cum. Allowing himself a selfish moment to admire how gorgeous she looked like that, he leaned forward and kissed her with all the passion he possessed.

How fortunate he was to have a partner like Jadzia!

With the utmost care, Jorik lifted his wife onto their bed and fetched a warm, wet cloth to clean her face. As much pleasure as it brought him to see her wearing the pleasure that she’d drawn from him, he derived even more satisfaction from her comfort.

“Thanks,” Jadzia murmured as he set the cloth aside. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she kissed his nose.

“I believe it is time that I thank you, k’diwa,” he replied allowing his hunger for his wife to show plainly on his face as his hand glided carefully between her legs. He may not have over three hundred years’ experience like her, but he’d still learned the things that made his mate moan and writhe deliciously for him. He would gladly make use of all of them for her pleasure.

“Actually, Jorik, do you think maybe it’s time to give Nara a sibling...?”

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Vulcan Words:

Adun = husband

ashaya = love

k’diwa = beloved

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