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the-far-bright-center · 1 year

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Dystopian themes in the Prequels

“Looking back is helpful in understanding his work. Lucas started out in the 1960’s as an experimental filmmaker heavily influenced by the avant-garde films of the San Francisco art scene. Initially interested in painting, he became an editor and visualist who made abstract tone poems. His first feature, THX 1138 (1971) was an experimental science fiction film that presented a surreal, underground world where a dictatorial state controls a docile population using drugs. Love and sex are outlawed, procreation is controlled through machines, and human beings shuffle meaninglessly around the system.”

—Anthony Parisi, 'Revisiting the Star Wars Prequels'

The bolded parts in this description correspond with the Coruscant Underworld, the Jedi Order’s code, and the creation of the clone troopers, respectively.

Notably, in THX 1138's setting, emotions such as love and the concept of family are taboo:

I’ve always found it so interesting that Lucas incorporated the dystopian elements of his earlier sci-fi into the Prequels, taking place as they do in the context of the final years of the Repubic, with all its colourful and sumptuous visual spendour. In comparison, the post-apocalyptic ‘Dark Times’ of the Original Trilogy would seem on the surface to be the more outwardly ‘dystopian’ setting of the two—however, the actual story of the OT is a mythic hero's journey and fairytale, complete with an uplifting and transcendent happy ending. The OT's setting may be drained of colour, and its characters may be living under the shadow of the Empire, but as a story it is far from bleak or dystopian in tone. Rather, fascinatingly, it is the pre-apocalyptic era of the Prequels that is presented as the more dystopian storyline:

“On the surface, [The Phantom Menace] is an optimistic, colorful fantasy of a couple of swashbuckling samurai rescuing a child Queen and meeting a gifted slave boy who can help save the galaxy from the slimy Trade Federation and its Sith leaders. But beneath that cheerful facade is a sweatshop of horrors.” —Michael O'Connor, 'Moral Ambiguity: Beyond Good and Evil in the Prequels'

This is referring to the state of the galaxy during the Prequels era, including the fact that slavery is known to exist, but is largely ignored by the Republic and the Jedi alike due to being too economically inconvenient to combat. It also refers to how the Jedi of the Old Order come across as cold and distant atop their ivory tower on the artificial world of Coruscant, far removed not only from the natural world but also from the true realities of the people they claim to serve. And then there is the additional revelation in Attack of the Clones that love and family are 'outlawed' within the Jedi Order, creating an environment in which their own 'Chosen One' is unable to flourish, leaving him vulnerable to the Dark Side. Finally, there's the fact that the characters end up so distracted by fighting a civil war (something that goes against their own principles and involves the use of a slave clone army in the process), that they are blinded to the entity of pure evil that is guiding their every move...until it is too late.

“Without a clear enemy, the Jedi Order, the Galactic Senate, the whole of the Star Wars galaxy bickers and backstabs and slides around the moral scales. But there is one benefit to Palpatine’s pure evil crashing down upon the galaxy; against its oppressive darkness, only the purest light can shine through.” —Michael O'Connor, 'Moral Ambiguity: Beyond Good and Evil in the Prequels'

If anything, the Dark Times allows for the OT generation's acts of courage and heroism to flourish and succeed, because they are not hampered by the Old Jedi Order's restrictive rules, nor by its servitude to the whims of an increasingly corrupt Republic—so corrupt, in fact, that by the time of RotS, it is practically the Empire in all but name. Indeed, one of the key features of the Prequels, and what makes them so tragic, is that the characters are already living in a dystopia...they just don't know it.

There is, paradoxically, a level of freedom to be found in the midst of the Dark Times which had not been possible during the Twilight era, which allows Original Trio to rise above the tragedy that befell their predecessors. They are able to act as free agents (not as slaves of a corrupt government), serving only the fight for the liberation of all the peoples of the galaxy (not just citizens of the Republic), and are likewise free to live (and love!) on their own terms. Free to act on their positive attachments to one another, without having to hide the truth of their feelings. It's particularly telling that *this* is, above all, what makes the Prequels era so dystopian—the characters' inability to freely and openly participate in normal familial human relationships.

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elektroblues · 2 years

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Katharine Blake of Miranda Sex Garden

#katharine blake #miranda sex garden #posting these too bc it's been in my drafts for so long #everyone look at katharine #and listen to fairytales of slavery sound of the summer

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just-an-enby-lemon · 2 years

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Is Perrault version of Sleeping Beuty one of my favorite fairytales of all times? Of course!! Respectfull prince AND random ogress? That's my gem.

But Perrault versions of fairytales are rich people versions, FRENCH rich people nevertheless. So automatically shame on Perrault. All his fairytales are the inferior version. IDC.

#fairytales #lemon talks fairytales #i love them #of course most of my childhood fairytales were european #mostly portuguese or spanish versions #or british versions cause portugal was kindda dependent on britain for a while #we also have some netherland versions cause they tried to colonize brazil for a while #while we were already colonized #and at least some versions of african tales who were modified by colonization and slavery #like we have anansi stories but instead of spider he is a monkey and he is tricking a random old ladu instead of other gods #and indigenous mythos #mostly tupi #they have way less modofications than the african ones #idk why #but i'm thankfull #they are also all very sad #the one about the water lilys always made me cry as a kid

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i-wish-i-were-softer · 8 months

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So my friend recently finished Babel and they said creating homoerotic tension between robin and ramy only to kill them afterwards was a weak move.

What does that even mean? If you wanted to a read a happy queer novel why did you choose Babel? Why are you looking for a fairytale ending in a book that deals with heavy topics like colonialism, racism, sexism, poverty, slavery, war and whatnot. Death was always upon them. Being gay doesn't magically give characters plot armour. War doesn't care about anyone's sexuality.

#and this is not only about Babel #I've seen this take on so many other media #authors are not obligated to explore the queer chemistry between characters everytime they introduce one #babel #babel an arcane history #babel spoilers #ramiz rafi mirza #ramy #robin swift #babel rf kuang

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christinesficrecs · 5 months

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Hey Christine! What are some of your favourite deleted sterek fics?

There are so many!!! Everything by Circe6 and Grimm.

Alpha Spikes by starbeast | 70.1K | Explicit

Unchained by exclamation | 156.1K | Explicit

Werewolves are considered little better than animals and often treated much worse, forced into slavery from birth. Derek has been owned by enough humans to know their cruelty. When he’s bought by Stiles, he expects more of the same. But Stiles is not like any human he’s dealt with before.

The ETA from You to Me by tylerfucklin | 105K | Explicit

No Way Out by trilliath | 121.5K | Explicit

this town is only gonna eat you by sempiternalsea | 16.3K | Mature

On the outskirts of Stockholm, Derek takes down six men of eight with nothing but a boot knife and Stiles at his back. By the end, he’s covered in an array of bruises and blood and dirty snow, crouched low to the ground. Stiles stands by him, posture perfectly erect, Glock still raised. He’s got a smear of lipstick on his mouth and gunpowder residue on his sleeve. The men at their feet do not stir. (An AU where Stiles is a spy and Derek is his assassin.)

My Patience is a Medal by Saucery | 6.1K | Mature

Lead Me Home by Circe6

"Yeah, the world had gone to shit. What's left of it split into territories, viciously fought over andprotected, as if anything is worth protecting any more. Forests to the north, wastelands to the south.There are human territories, wolf territories, witch territories and no-man's lands, where the Chimerasrule."

A post-apocalyptic fairytale

The Silver Lining Of Smog by Circe6

Set in a dystopian future in the year 250X, where everyone lives in large metropolises known asthe Poleis. Each Poleis is controlled by the guilds and the gangs that dominate the seedy underworld.

Derek is a member of the notorious Triskele gang, working as a drug runner for his 'Uncle' Peter, who is a pimp and a ganglord. After Derek brings in a stray werefox he found on the run from the police, his entire world begins to change.

a mountain to climb by grimm | 126.4K

“Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”

But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.

“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!”

Want is a Dangerous Thing by grimm | 19.2K | Explicit

It was bad enough that Derek was so terrible at meeting people that he had to buy himself a mate, but it was even worse that his mother called a pack meeting about it. Laura was never, ever going to let him live this down.

Dating Backwards by RemainNameless | 85.8K

Pornstars Derek and Stiles work for the same company. Derek only shoots with werewolves and Stiles only shoots with humans. That’s not going to change after they meet. It’s really not. (It might.)

Its Called a Heart Boner by RemainNameless | 26.7K | Mature

The five times Derek saves a very drunk Stiles and the one time Stiles saves him back.

hold on to me because I’m a little unsteady by starcanopus | 6K | Time Travel AU

show me something beautiful by starcanopus | 9K

Isaac is the one who first catches sight of the ring, an entire two months after the captain had joined the 14th precinct. It’s somewhat pathetic, really, considering the fact that an entire floor full of detectives hadn’t noticed right off the bat.

But when he does see it—a thin, silver band so innocuous that it could have just been a trick of the light—he trips headfirst into a recycling bin, earning a dirty glance from his boss through the window of the man’s office and Isaac kind of wants to sink into the ground and never come back out, but he has a duty to fulfill: spreading the news to every floor of the precinct that the captain is married.

Captain Derek Hale is married.

Circe6 | Grimm | Saucery | RemainNameless | Starcanopus.

#asks #sterek fics #deleted fics #ficrecs

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kuyurasu · 8 months

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Spider Lily

Dottore x Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Summary ; Soulmates are tied with their lifespan. After being sold to a man as a slave in sumeru, you forgot about the boy you had saved as a child. He didn't.

WC ; an obsene amount

Reading time ; depends.

Warnings ; a fuck ton. Porn with plot, p in v, mentions of rape and sodomy BUT NOT APPLIED or discussed in further chaps, trauma, severe abuse, slavery, suicidal thoughts, realistic healing, dark side of teyvat basically, heavy sexual content in the future, oral (m+w), praise, degradation, spanking, dom/sub, rough, soft, sweet, mean idc just being rabbits., so many more... don't be nervous, I'm just a little pinch of mentally insane.

... Haunting Adeline, anyone?

Authors note : Enjoy and sorry for being MIA, life fucking me hard-core in the ass. Also, I don't care who reads this. I'm not your fucking mom. I ain't gonna tell you what to read.

Perhaps it was a cruel fate that brought you to where you are now. Something messed up the fairytale, princess wonderland story you were supposed to be in. and somehow, you were here.

If you could curse the gods above, Celestia, and everything, you would. But physically, your tongue was tied. Incapable of muttering but a few words. It was a cruel world to be living in, and while others were blessed, you were in the dirt. Beneath all of them. A slave, they called you. Your own father sold you just so your mother couldn't save you, run away, or live without having a slave tattoo etched on your wrist.

Your father was a cruel man. Heartless, even. He didn't see anything wrong with abuse, it seemed, or treating his daughter or wife like cattle. He cut off the tip of your tongue when you screamed and fought with him as he sold your older brother, ultimately resulting in his death. He broke your bones and scarred your flesh beyond recognition. And then sold you away.

It was when you were 4 years old, though, that you first met the emotion of happiness. It was soft and warm. It started in the center of your chest and slowly spread out to your entire brain. It was definitely infected, yet so beautiful.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly, your eyes softening at the little boy in front of you. He was dirty and breathing heavily, yet he was wearing nice Sumeru clothing. It made your heart ache that he was clearly better than you, and yet, your slightly shorter tongue couldn't stop itself from speaking to him. Your voice was shaky and raspy from years of silence.

The little boy did not seem to mind; he actually had a fascinated look in his eyes at the sight of her semi-cut tongue.

The boy looked around frantically, though, at the sound of yells and searches among the villagers. They were looking for him.

"Please, help me." He asked for you. His bright red eyes were the only thing you could make out from the night sky, the mud covering his body, and his trembling form. Regardless, something struck a chord in your heart to help him. Perhaps it was something that you knew would be direct disobedience to your father, but helping anyone and getting back at him was all that pushed you to help the little boy.

You ran into the house, not even bothering to hide your footsteps until you made it to the small cabinet that hid the medical kit. The forest rangers provided every household in the rainforest with them, and who knew you would be using them on someone other than yourself and your mother?

You ran from the house, soft little breaths escaping your lips as you made it back to the boy with little time passing. You were secretly surprised your father did not hear you, so he must be out somewhere.

"H-Here." You crouched next to him, holding out the medkit to him. The red-eyed boy deftly began to pull everything out and use the supplies with unexpected accuracy for a little child.

You looked up nervously, watching the group of villagers go in hoards as they looked for someone—the little boy, not that you knew that. Not that he told you. He wrapped his injured foot and hand before catching sight of the slavery tattoo branded on your wrist. "What's that?" He asked quietly, his small, pale hand grasping your wrist before you could hide it.

You were stunned into silence for a moment, speechless as to what to say in response. You swallowed before answering, "My father wishes to sell me to Hadanish."

"The slave owner near the desert?"

You gave a small, reluctant nod in response to his inquiry, knowing it was something to be ashamed of, even terrified of. The muddy boy grabbed your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Come with me." He pleaded with you. How could he let the little girl who saved him go into slavery? It would kill him alive. No one has ever shown him kindness before you. He couldn't let his savior just die. He knew what happened to slaves, especially women. He was disgusted at the mere concept of you being in the clutches of Hadanish, a man known for his rape, sodomy, and abuse. You already looked to have experienced hell; he couldn't bear thinking of you experiencing more of it.

"N-No, I mustn't... I have to stay with my mother. sh-she needs me."

He grasped the little girl's cheeks, making them muddy as well, while the yells and hollers of the villagers looking for someone persisted. He shook his head, seeing the tears in the little girl's eyes. It was sad that you already seemed so grown up. "You saved me. I will never forget this. I will save you, I swear." He whispered to you, his heart breaking as he knew he had to leave. He had to go now.

You stammered slightly, your heart pounding in your chest, as you began to watch the little boy stand, taking the medkit with him. "W-Wait!" She called out for him, and luckily, he did pause. "What's your name?" She asked him softly, receiving a faint smile from him.

"Zandik, and yours?"

You whispered your name, only for him to nod and run off into the night.

It has been over 500 years since you were alive. It was weird considering you thought that you'd have been passing away like any normal person... But when you got to 40 years old and you still hadn't aged past 23, you knew something was wrong.

So did Hadanish, but he took advantage of it. He knew that as a slave who had no signs of age or death, you were like the perfect worker. It wasn't until your bones ached and threatened to break after hours of labor that he let you rest, only to get about 5 hours of sleep, and that's being very generous. He sent you to nation after nation in chains as a walking slave to serve from master to master; you wouldn't be surprised if everyone forgot about you—just something like a package for them.

Slowly, over the span of 200 years, you began to believe them. Tormented by what you saw through the ages, by the age of 396, you were so deep and lost in your own mind that it was like all you could think about was doing your labor. Until your bones break, until you throw up and can't think about your own name, until you forget to be.

It was at age 512, 5 years ago, that some person helped you. Practically saved you, as you were near death one particular night.

That morning, you woke up to a strange, nagging feeling. Something is screaming in your brain to get out of there. It was weird. After all the years you had spent completely alone in your head while your body got abused left and right, it was odd to hear a sense of self-preservation still remaining.

It was before 4 a.m. on a Wednesday when you got that dreadful feeling. It was something that you had never truly experienced before. Something in your gut told you that if you did not leave in less than 10 minutes, you'd never wake up again.

Carefully and strategically, you stood; being used to the chains that clamped down on your ankles, you shuffled silently to your current master. Asleep, unaware of whatever danger was lurking near the camp. It set your teeth on edge, the approaching lethalness, but the best you could do right now was get the hell out of there.

Your heart pounded and ached in your chest. It had been so long since you felt like hope was even possible in your situation. Maybe it was when you turned 124 that you stopped believing? You forgot. It didn't matter now. To hell with all the past grievances, you were getting out. Today.

With a shakiness you hadn't experienced in awhile, you reached for your master's pocket. The dogs around you, also chained to the metal post, did not stir. Neither did any of the other people as you slipped your hand around your key—a delicate yellow shade. It caused your breath to stutter as you weakly walked behind one of the tents, carefully unlocking your chains, as the idea of them waking up to their prized forever slave to be escaping...

Yet they were trusting. In over a decade of events and masters, you had never once tried to escape. Before today. It was because, at the ripe age of 4, you were already out working for your father—minor tasks, but still. Then you joined your brother; it was ingrained in your very soul to be a slave. To be a worker. They trusted that their product wasn't even aware she could escape. but they underestimated the power of instincts and wanting to remain alive, even for you.

The key twisted, and the lock came undone a second more. It was like time froze for a long, agonizing second, waiting and listening to anyone waking up to the betrayal—no, the resistance of a slave.

When nothing happened, you took off in a sprint. It felt so weird to fully extend your weak, shaky legs, but you told yourself that it was the most freeing, beautiful feeling. The nation of Natlan was beautiful yet savage; the land was not suited for the unfit, yet luckily for you, being a slave that worked until the skin was completely off your feet and bleeding, you were quite capable of this. It was like the pain of you running for hours on end didn't even phase you; the wheeze of your breaths did not stop you, nor did the trembling of your legs to take a breath prevent you from running all the way until you physically collapsed on the sands of Fonatine, laughing like a fool.

It had been far, far too long since you smiled and laughed until you were gasping for air while your legs trembled. Sore and probably having broken bones from your relentless running, while your head was spinning with exhaustion and dehydration. You were on a delirium high, dying as you lay on the beach.

After so long, you had basically killed yourself by escaping. It didn't make you sad; in fact, you laughed even more. Until you were puking up the water and bread from yesterday's lunch. It was hilarious!

You did all this just to die! It was so...

So… beautiful! It was like nothing you had ever experienced before. A crazed expression on your face as suddenly you could not laugh anymore. Your chest was just falling and rising rapidly while your heart rate shot up to levels you'd never felt before. looking up into the sky with wide, shaky eyes.

For some reason, the little boy you helped when you were just a small child flashed before your eyes. Oh yeah. Did he live a good life? You wondered, Did he suffer but escape earlier than you? Should you have accepted his offer to escape?

Maybe you did have a regret in your miserable life. The one choice you could've made could've changed your very life. What would it have looked like? Would your brother have lived?

"H-Hold me." You whispered out, unable to even lift a finger as you stared up in the sky, unable to breathe any longer as, for some reason, it was like life had swept under your feet...

The water dripped slowly. Just dripping in her open mouth to slowly hydrate her body so as not to put her in shock. Foolish girl, she already looked like she had put her heart through a shock. It was lucky she was even barely alive. Although he couldn't necessarily blame her, not after seeing the several slave tattoos all over her body when cleaning her up.

Perhaps it's for the best that she did such a thing, so she knows what life feels like. Overwhelming would be an understatement. He would probably tell her to look after that insanity she felt for that short amount of time; perhaps she could find life where she found death.

Maybe.

He would have to report to the doctor that he would not be coming back until tomorrow, which did worry him slightly. but if he told the harbinger that he had found another rare experiment item, he would let it pass.

"Foolish girl. The world has done you cruelty, yet I have to use this tactic. Sigh." The man gently placed a damp cloth atop her forehead, cooling down the fever ravaging her insides. She would take a while to heal, but that was why he was here. As a Fatui operative, he had never truly saved a life. It felt nice.

Perhaps she would be suited for a life in Snezhnaya; who knows? All he knew in this moment was that she was dying.

"Your soulmate is probably waiting for you somewhere. C'mon, foolish girl, wake up for them."

#dottore #genshin impact #genshin dottore #zandik #dottore x reader #x reader #smut with plot #smut with feelings #fluff #requests open

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thebadboyfanclub · 1 year

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All For The Motherland (Aemond x Reader)

This was requested by the brilliant @arkainea it was such a great request and I had so much fun writing it. Also I would suggest listening to Alexander rybak fairytale. Enjoy

Tales of the far dark lands of the mossovy world were whispered among all of Westeros, some mothers would even make up stories of demons of the mossovy that traveled in the night to capture naughty children or the ones that did not sleep to get their toddlers to bed.

Not even the wisest of maesters could speak with certainty of what occupied that part of the land, to be frank, they also did not intend to find out any time soon, it was easier to say that it was demonic creatures and shapeshifters that ate souls of the innocent.

But, every story has two sides. Mossovy, the matriarch kingdom, was ruled by women and occupied by them entirely, the witches protected the kingdom with spells and did not care to join the mess that was Westeros.

Until (y/n) was born, the daughter of the queen, the labor was quite the event as the women held the queens' hands while a witch lost in her trance waited patiently for the babe, all it could be heard was the queens' grunts of pain and the witch’s mumbling as the ancestors whispered in her ears.

“The princess of the dark, the conqueror of the west has arrived my queen”

(Y/n) had managed to send shivers down the women’s spine ever since she was born, one cry is all it took for the palace windows to shatter, the babe would only sleep during the morning, while her red hues were open all night.

Her mother loved her, yet (y/n) could identify the fear upon her mother's gaze early, the only one that truly loved (y/n) was the witch that whispered the prophecy when she was brought into this world, the woman that blessed her when she cut the cord, the woman that had seen the babes future the second she held her.

“Do I truly have to go?”

“You were born to make Mossovy proud, you are destined to rule, and to do that you must ride west, I will be with you every step of the way, and soon enough you will come back to us as the queen of all the kingdoms”

The eldest witch promised before she placed a motherly kiss on the young one's forehead, (y/n) had been pressured into keeping a low profile for so long, cast aside while everyone frowned upon her power, if the elders' words held the truth, (y/n) would be content.

The Targaryen family had just sat down to break their fast when news arrived of giant birds circling their castle, a frightened knight had alerted the royal family about a crow, a hawk, an owl, a vulture, and an eagle landing in front of the red keep, their riders demanding an audience with the king and queen.

(Y/n) walked into the throne room with her and held her high while her guards stayed close to her, everyone’s eyebrows raised at the presence of the young woman, they had no clue who she was and where she came from. Still, she looked like a queen as she stopped in front of king Viserys who sat on the iron throne.

“Your grace, it is a pleasure to finally meet you”

“I could say the same, my lady, if I knew who you are”

“(Y/n) odwin, we rode for two days from our homeland, I am sure you have heard of Mossovy”

Mutter coming from the court that was present took over her ears. The mysterious veil was finally lifted and what was behind it left them terrified, a smirk decorated her lips while her eyes pierced through the old king.

The house odwin ruled Mossovy for as long as anyone remembered, the history of women running away from slavery or any type of abuse and making a home as far as humanly possible, their words revealed everything that should be said

“All for the motherland”

They worshipped Mother Nature who blessed them with the gift of magic, they found power in witchcraft, it protected their daughters, it kept them healthy and barely touched by the hand of time.

(Y/n) guessed that technically she was older than the king, a man that was barely keeping his eyes open from the illness, if he could make it back to her homeland the witches would probably be able to nurture him back to health.

“Mossovy? You must have me for a fool if you even thought I would believe such lies”

“Why would I lie about it? I believe you wish I lied perhaps of the way we chose to step back and did not take any part in the pointless wars you have created to kill one another, understandably so a certain unwarranted cruelty is expected from your kind”

“My kind?”

“Mankind your grace”

“You are overstepping young lady”

“It’s the princess (y/n) and I am not overstepping anything, you called me a liar so I defended my own”

She relished this moment, to oppose a supposed king that looks so frail and defeated by a plague, yet he thought because his bum warmed a seat made of iron swords made him invincible and demanded respect. She wanted to laugh at him, belittle him, though her upbringing forbade such antics until it was necessary.

“If you are from the land of Mossovy, what are you doing here?”

“We want an alliance, there has been a plethora of attempted invasions recently and it is time to end this once and for all”

“I have not commanded any of my scouts to travel to your land, are you certain of those events or is it just a mere misunderstanding on your end?”

“the invaders came from Essos, they did not go far thankfully our army is strong, and we have managed to protect our own yet we must admit that the enemy is getting stronger as years go by, it will certainly help if we also had your muscle brains of men”

“Enlighten me, young princess, why should we align ourselves with your kingdom? All we know of you is that you came in flying on humongous birds and that your land is the home for demons”

“I am well aware of the hushed tales that have been whispered for my home and I do not blame you, women who unapologetically took authority and simply act the way the opposite gender has assumed that it should act, the only demonic act that we have committed is that we are women”

Viserys was in a tough spot, he had named his daughter as heir which was scandalous, leaving her in a position that could cause a stir, the young woman that stood before him spoke of a land that was run entirely by females, a matriarch kingdom that had managed to stay hidden for centuries.

He was not getting any younger, once he passed an alliance with such land could be extremely useful for Rhaenyra, to already show a land that prevailed under the hand of a woman could back her claim.

“Very well, I only have one condition”

“Which is?”

“You bend the knee to my daughter, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, my heir”

“I would be delighted to pay my respects to the future queen, I cannot wait to meet her”

(Y/n) grew fond of the kingdom, specifically, she was intrigued by their dragons, such marvelous creatures and what was even better was that she realised that they were summoned by magic, the act that the king now frowned upon was what brought him to power.

She had wished to go out for a stroll around the premises when the sound of steel clashing made her ears perk up. Her eyes shifted towards that direction while her legs guided her closer to the circle of people, soon enough she discovered prince Aemond part taking in a duel with one of the kings guards, the men danced around one another, it was quite a sight of you were incompetent in battle, his movements were shifted enough but not as clean to get him out of a battlefield alive.

The crowd cheered for the one-eyed prince who had managed to disarm the guard, what interrupted the moment of applause was (y/n)s meek giggle, “amateurs” she thought.

“Princess (y/n), would you like to share what was it exactly that amused you”

“You, my prince”

“Me?”

“It was a nice effort I am not going to lie but I do believe you are in desperate need of a better coach”

Once again the people spoke under their breaths, not of what she said but most of who she was, a mere foreigner that spoke ill of the princes and the guards' skills in sparring.

“Really? Go on then princess, pick a sword”

“Prince Aemond I think the princess was just jesting”

“I was not, on the contrary, I would love to part take in this adorable training session”

She opposed it, she had chosen to cover herself with a thick cape that was now on the ground, Aemond observed (y/n)s arms, scattered wounds from scars decorated her skin, and her long hair resembled a horse, long, thick, and beautiful.

(Y/n) twirled the sword with her fingers, her ruby eyes sparkling at the idea of a challenge, she looked like a creature from another world.

Aemonds interest had peaked in (y/n) ever since she went against his father, the ever-defiant princess let the king have a piece of her mind, she was fearless, so how could he not want to know more?

“Do not worry Ser, I will go easy on him”

“Is that so? Well then, let’s see which one will have to swallow back their words or pride after we are done with this”

“Sounds promising”

There was a moment of silence, you could hear a pin drop until Aemond went for the first jab that left (y/n) unfazed, her sword collided with his and forced him to take a step back due to her position switching smoothly from defense to offense, the princess had been yielding a sword since the young age of 4, archery was her favorite but a sword fight was more intimate, to be able to see the fear on her opponents' eyes as he was slowly losing his leverage, a priceless moment.

“You must be quicker than that”

She teased him before she disarmed him, with a grunt Aemond released the clutch he had on his sword the edge of (y/n)s weapon rested on the side of his neck, Aemond panted still he did not break eye contact, and neither did she.

“I must say princess, I have never met someone like you”

“Good, she would have probably taken your head already, however, I do not want to stain my attire so I will leave you to it”

She smiled at him before she left the sword back in its place and retrieved her cape. With her back turned to him he recalled the first night she had stayed, oh that eventful night that turned his life around forever, she had earned the nickname of “princess of the night” around the castle but Aemond felt like she brought to light in his life.

The pain from his eye injury would often leave him restless, he had grown tired of it and went out for a walk. That is when he saw her, she whispered something that sounded like nonsense to him with her head looking up at the sky, he was about to brush it off as the princess was just mad when he saw the dark mist appearing from the sky and had started to circle her.

Instinctively he went over to the side so he can remain hidden while he spied on her, the most had almost engulfed her when she turned around, her eyes were open however she was not looking at something specific, it almost looked like she had gone blind, her eyes were completely red, no white, no black, just a coat of red, she appeared to be inhaling the mist while the whispering continued.

He should have been scared, and ran away to call for guards and take her to the dungeons for her dark magic, however, he stood still, and he allowed her to continue without intruding.

“Amazing”

He mumbled to himself, astonished with what his eyes beheld like she commanded the world to spin, she was commanding the sky itself to engulf her, she wasn’t asking for darkness, she was the darkness.

The mist after a while started to dissolve and her eyes would slowly fade back to what they usually looked like, still, her hues were of dark burgundy, and now they were leaning towards the image of a fireplace, licks of a flame danced around her jewels she called eyes, her hair fell like traces framing her face, her skin blistering under the moonlight, she was a creature of the night, the mystery of the black coat painting across the sky became her.

Aemond thought he had gone unnoticed, he could not have been more wrong. (Y/n) picked up on his pacing from a mile away, the whispers of her ancestors warned her of whom it was, she chose to ignore him, let him become a mere observant of her craft, although she allowed it to scare him off, thinking that the prince would run with his tail between his legs and let everyone know of what he saw.

Aemond surprised her, the man was of course taken aback by the incident but the result wasn’t what she made it to be, he was even more interested in the princess. She was a worthy opponent, someone that left him guessing, an untouchable royal from the unknown that could make anyone tremble with just one sentence, she is everything Aemond aspired to be.

“She will be mine”

“Whom are you referring to?”

She loudly questioned startling Aemond. After the first wave of shock, he managed to smoothly recover and come out of his hiding spot to face her.

There she stood, the princess of Mossovy, the powerful witch, a woman that was one of a kind. Aemond gulped the knot that had formed in his throat before he took just one step closer to her.

“You, princess”

“Me? I will be yours? You have a wonderful sense of humor”

(Y/n) chuckled at the declaration of the prince. Aemonds ego was severely bruised at her initial response, ever since his eyes incident he had desperately made the effort to improve his confidence, truly a woman laughing at his vulnerability was making his work crumble beneath her feet.

“Do you honestly think I am looking for a husband? Someone that will parade me around while I am young and breed me until I give him a son and after all my tough labor of being a “dutiful wife” I will be cast aside while he indulges in whores? I would rather eat my own heart”

Aemond lost his composure, how dare she assume he would be like that? He was a man of honor, a man that scoffed at such low-life antics, for so long his bed was empty, and would turn his back when his brother asked him to accompany him to flea bottom.

As (y/n) kept snickering Aemond took the advantage to catch her off guard and with a few big steps he was chest to chest with her, his fingers latching around her bicep to gain (y/n)s attention and cut her amusement short.

“I would worship you, you mustn’t be as witty as you consider yourself to be if you believe that once I get the chance to have you I would not take tremendous pleasure in spending every waking moment just admiring you, loving you, basking in your presence, you are the fire that burns inside, the ocean that soothes my burning ache”

“That is kind of you to say, except that it is just words, words are just a mass of air that forms into a sound for a mere second before it disappears. If you truly feel those things you claim, then act like it”

She challenged him, it was at that point that they both noticed how their chests brushed against one another, how they were only one breath away from the lips of the other, his stronghold only grew tighter as a way to restrain himself from doing something that his mother would frown upon.

The only time Aemond broke eye contact with (y/n) was when his gaze fell to her lips, those soft, pink lips that had tortured his brain from morning to night, if he just barely leaned in he could taste them, still, something held him back.

“You are breathing heavily my prince, what seems to be the matter?”

“Cast a spell on me, make me forget you, that is the only way I could live in peace, you have taken over my body like a demon, and I slowly find myself being pulled out of my schedule while my soul yearns for you or was in the rings of seven hells? Was my dull and grim life just a miserable way to exist and every you strolled in you plastered some color on my canvas? I do not know if your existence in my life is a gift or a curse”

“Isn’t that the beauty of it all? To be so mindfully present in the moment that you jump out of character for the one that you crave? To live and die for your other half?”

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Hear me out

With the growing popularity of transmigration webtoons, I assume we've all read those ones about a random girl or fan reincarnating in the villainess' body and changing the original plot completely, and often finding out the villainess wasn't so bad and the MC was the real enemy all along.

I'm obsessed with that trope and I don't care how repetitive or predictable it gets sometimes, it fuels me. It gives me life. And since I recently started to re-read The Remarried Empress on webtoon (i'm following I Abdicate my Title as Empress now and the nostalgia hit me), I had an idea I can't stop thinking about. Well, two ideas:

A fierce fan of The Remarried Empress dying in an accident or falling into a coma, I don't care, and reincarnating in Rasha's body, right when's she found by Emperor Sovieshu on the trap. She's a BIG supporter of Navier and hates Sovieshu with passion, blaming him for everything. Her opinion on Rasha is the same as the average fans...until she experiences the girl's trauma and hardships herself, and realizes that there's more depth in the unfamous webtoon villainess than she thought. Despite her new identity and knowing most of the plot, she cannot bring herself to stay away from Navier and show her adoration for the Empress, acting like a fangirl whenever she sees her or hears about her. She helps push all the strings to guarantee Navier and Heinrey's love story to shail, because even though she wants her close, she wants Navier to have the happy life she deserves.

Or the original Rashta going back to the past after her death and, feeling terrible for what she did, vows to not commit the same mistakes again and decides to do her best to help Navier from the distance whenever the Emperor fucks up. She doesn't want to be empress, just have a cozy and secure life away from slavery, so she's resolved to make Navier stay and if she has to act as a marital therapist for them so be it. She knows her position is secured with her baby, so it's not like she needs the Emperor's affection on her, just his promise to look after her (plus she resents him a lot now, so the less she interacts with him, the better).

These ideas were born out of my new found realization that Rashta, while she works amazing as a pitiful villain, her character was deeply misunderstood and forever condemned to be mocked and attacked by everyone, both in the story and the fandom. She wasn't a saint, sure. She did bad things out of selfishness and purposedly went against Navier to steal her place, and I was satisfied with the ending she got. But most of the flaws that made her so annoying for the fans are actually reasonable within her character's past. Rashta was sold as a slave by her own father when she was a child, placed in a house with masters that abused her and treated her like trash simply for existing (Lotteshu even gave her a dead baby to let her believe it was the one she lost, how the fuck no one talks more about it?). Then, she escapes and the Emperor saves her, showering her in affection and riches and promising her a fairytale love story. She think she's safe, that she can finally be happy, but Lotteshu re appears and begins to blackmail her, and then turns out the Emperor doesn't love her but wants to the heir she can give him. Ergi is her only friend in court apparently, but he's manipulating her from the beginning and eventually betrays her. And Rashta wasn't purposedly rude to Navier at first, the girl was illiterate and knew nothing about etiquette, but she admired Navier and wanted to be close to her, but Navier assumed she was mocking her instead. And Sovieshy obviously never helped this situation.

I want to see a story where Rashta's traumatic past is properly explored instead of showing it as side information, and she gets the development she should have had. And what better way than with a reincarnation story? At least in my opinion

Anyway, thanks for coming to my ted talk lmao

#the remarried empress #empress navier #navier ellie trovi #heinrey alles lazlo #sovieshu #emperor sovieshu #rashta #remarried empress #navier x rashta #unmarried queens #reincarnation manhwa #remarried empress reincarnation au #we hate sovieshu here btw #he's the one i never felt sorry for #he got what he deserved

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wangxianficfinder · 11 months

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In the mood for...

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1. itmf a fic where lan zhan interacts with wei ying’s mom. ty!!

Cartwheels In Cloud Recesses Series by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 23k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR and WCZ Live, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans)

💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons Series by starandrea (Varies, 1m, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Accidental Marriage, Fluff, Happy Ending, Telepathic bond, Kink Negotiation, Family Drama, Magical Pregnancy, Dual Cultivation, Shapeshifters, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Yilling Wei Sect) the later part of the Magical Marriage Ribbon series

the world will follow after by dottie_dramas (dottie_wan_kenobi) (E, 8k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, modern, humor, smut, love at first sight, CSSR & WCZX live, meet the family, genderqueer WWX, shotgun wedding, fast burn, fluff) and the second part of the world will follow after series

in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Hurt/comfort, Everyone loves/nobody dies)

Wújī by FairyTaleDreams (M, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WCZ & CS Lives, Rouge cultivator WWX)

From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, CSSR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, CSSR Lives, Madam Lán Lives, Qingheng-jun lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Yīn Iron, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR)

mother of mothers by SpeedingCheetah (T, 11k, wangxian, CSSR & WWX, canon divergence, fairytale elements, implied/referenced self-harm, implied/referenced character death, BSSR is WWX’s grandparent, LWJ pov, LWJ centric, WWX centric, trans WWX, curses, curse breaking, LWJ’s grief & unresolved feelings about his mother, triggers in notes)

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2. Hi, I have no idea if this even exists but do you know of any fics involving a time loop/groundhog day kinda situation?

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy)

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn) it's incomplete, but glyphic's 'see you yesterday' is an AMAZING russian doll/time loop AU

A Necessary Evil by GravityWinsAgain (M, 8k, Wangxian, Major Character Death, time travel, hurt/comfort but mostly hurt, I’m not going to lie this is all angst, not a happy ending) we only see one iteration of the loop, but it's definitely a loop

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3. Hi, I'm looking for fics that give Wei Wuxian a good childhood, time travel fix it or just retelling, either with the Jiangs or adopted by another major sect

Do you know any you can recommend? @forestandstardust

Hope Series by RoseThorne (G/T, WangXian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Memory Loss, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Cultivation Sect Politics)

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4. for itmf, could i ask for ppl's time travel recs, specifically where:

A) other characters travel than wangxian (even OC if there's a fic like that)

B) its "a glimpse of future happiness" type of deal rather than erasing the timeline (basically time travel to the future or characters temporarily going to the past) - i would love if it leads to actual written payoff in the new timeline <3

thank you! @danmeiireader

4A)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, ChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It)

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 70k, LXC / OFC, minor wangxian, canon divergence, Isekai, transmigration, fix-it, Butterfly effect, sunshot campaign, not everyone dies au, no golden core transfer, dimension travel, self-insert, angst w happy ending)

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder, Z chirurgiczną precyzją (podfik) by tehanu, [PODFIC] With Surgical Precision by Gwogobo, With Surgical Precision [PODFIC] by Opalsong)

4B)

A Wedding For The Ages by pupeez4eva (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, time travel, humor, everyone lives au)

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5. hii for the next itmf do you know any fics where wwx disappears for some time and then comes back kinda changed and everyone is shocked? pls wangxian and preferably modern au

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6. Hi!! Do you guys know any fics that are alternative takes to the scene in the untamed where WWX drinks the wine for LWJ?? or anything that expands on that scene, really?? Many thanks!!

At the bottom of the bottle, you're the poison in the wine by KatAnni (T, 11k, WangXian, Fainting, Angst, Poisoning, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, POV Multiple, Attempted Murder, hinted Chengqing, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence)

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool (T, 10k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Poison, Golden Core Reveal, Sharing a Bed, Hair Brushing, very very background 3zun, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD)

Blackouts by GravityWinsAgain (M, 11k, wangxian, modern, date rape drugs/roofies, but nothing bad happens, JZxun & SS & WC being assholes, hurt/comfort, Mojo’s post) starts with a modern au of that scene

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7. do u know of any fanfictions where the avatar movie crossed with mdzs? The one with the na'vi in it. @chrystalstitch

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8. Are there any protective wen Ning fics? Wn protective for wwx

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9. Itmf a)scholar wwx fics

b) lxc bashing

9A)

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 644k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

Truths Laid Bare For All by Preludian_Staves (T, 42k, wangxian, arranged marriage, not Jiang friendly, truth serum, love confessions, golden core reveal, implied referenced abuse, getting to know each other, genius WWX, falling in love, courting, WIP (hiatus))

In Walls of Glass by Comfect (T, 43k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, XiCheng, Good Uncle LQR, Teacher LQR, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, JC friendly, Family Feels, Cultivation Theory, POV LQR, Seriously the only WWX Bashing is in the first chapter or so and is canonical in LQR's head, Initial WWX Bashing, Eventual WWX Appreciation, JC appreciation)

🧡 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It's There) by H_Belle (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, YLLZ WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Pining LWJ, POV WWX, Background Wangxian Getting Together, Jiangs are only mentioned in the passing, inspired by a tumblr post)

To Respect a Scholar by FlautistsandPeonies (G, 5k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, WWX's canon genius, not JC friendly, author WWX)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) (link in #4A)

the roots in my heart (also grow in yours) by halfdemonvash (M, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Plants, Botanist WWX, Botanist LWJ, the burial mounds are a greenhouse, Fluff, Mild Smut, WWX POV, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Sexual Content)

🧡 i really want to know (who are you) by Stratisphyre (M, 19k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Golden Core Reveal, Single Dad WWX, Reasonable Authority Figure LQR, Allusions to violence and murder, Hospitalization)

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10. Hello! Thank you so much for all you do - your posts bring me joy. 🥰 For the next ITMF post, any fics where WWX or LWJ (or both) are circus performers? Thank you! @youhideastar

Flying High and Falling Hard by UseMyMuse (E, wangxian, circus au, silk aerialist WWX, ring master LWJ)

🧡 Faire thee well by Scrippio (T, 77k, WangXian, ChengQing, XuanLi, 3Zun, Modern AU, Renaissance Faire, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slow Burn) They don't work at the circus, but they do work at the renaissance faire, and I think there's some overlap

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11. Hello! I dont know if I should label this as fic finder or ITMF or maybe both.

its a fic where lwj and lxc compete for wwx's heart. i know that ive read one like this but i cant find it anymore [its a series where wwx died right, then when he came back, lxc said to lwj that if wwx chose him before, lxc will stand beside him (talking about the siege)] but i also want to read some fics like this. Added also to FF ~Mod L

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12. Hello, I want to request some fics for the next ITMF. Is there fics where everyone (the jiangs or whoever his family/friends is) is being overprotective over a naive, oblivious and spoiled wei ying that they regarded lan zhan as a thief who wants to steal away and defile wy? Thanks you in advance ppl ♡

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13. Hey! Thanks for all you do! I was wondering if you know of any really good CSSR-centric fics for the next ITMF post. Thank you in advance!

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14. Hi! For the intmf, do you have any recs for where wangxian gets together early like during the Cloud Recesses Arc? Preferably WWX's POV, and the relationship is mostly kept as a secret. But I don't mind them being shameless abt it either lol.

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15. ITMF where Lan Wangji is cradling his husband Wei Wuxian's unconscious body @yupkook

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, wangxian)

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16. ITMF the lans found out about the whip marks at the back of wwx. It can be jiang bashing, good lans, anything like lans rescued wwx / give him sanctuary or any.

💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)

Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort) this one and "Holding shreds" from the same author, but they are both locked

What If..... Jiang Cheng Understood? by ToxicAngel13 (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WangXian Get Married in the Cold Springs Cave, Protective JC, Confused WWX, Angry LWJ, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Uncle LQR, Implied/Referenced Child Abus, ePOV LQR, YZY Bashing, POV JFM, Not JFM Friendly, Hurt/Comfort,Protective NHS) Just caught up on this last night, so good timing!

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17. are there any wangxian fics where post canon (any time period is fine really) where they find out wwx and lwj are actually blood related? @sentientcongee

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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gothlisteningclub · 9 days

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Goth Listening Club Day #56: Miranda Sex Garden - Fairytales of Slavery

"Penultimate album of the group. Blends together many different sub-genres in goth music."

LISTEN ON : SPOTIFY / APPLE MUSIC / BANDCAMP

#miranda sex garden #goth rock #etherealwave #noise rock

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foodandfolklore · 6 months

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The Queen Bee ~ Honey and it's associations

Honey is a staple is Kitchen Magic and Witchcraft. Honey jars and sweetener spells have become very popular in recent times. You fill a jar with the tag locks of a person you are aiming the spell towards, and their attitude towards you sweetens. Helpful in times when you may be feuding with a neighbor or have a problem colleague who just refuses to cooperate. Makes them more likely to be agreeable to reasonable requests.

That's also what honey can do in the kitchen. Add it to foods so when consumed by people it'll improve relations, strengthen friendships, and invoke peace. Honey is also heavily associated with Love, Passion, Healing/Health, Happiness, Prosperity, Spirituality and Wisdom.

Ancient cultures all over the world believe honey or bees were connected to the Gods. In Greek mythology, Zeus drank honey as a baby while his mother hid him from Cronus. The muses put the ability to sing in honey. Egyptians believed Bees carried messages from the Sun God Ra, and we've found honey in Egyptian tombs. The Celtics from Europe also had a similar belief that the bees carried messages from Gods; going back and forth between our world and their world.

Greeks, Romans, Norse, and more all considered Honey and Mead (An ale made from honey) to be nectar of the gods. Some cultures believed if you could consume enough of both, it would equate to ambrosia. A food that would grant you God like immortality and eternal youth. Even the book of Exodus could not deny how amazing honey is. As God promised the Israelites to free them from slavery and deliver them to a land flowing with Milk and Honey. Then while in their wandering limbo, God rained down a white snow for food that tasted like honey. This idea of Honey being tied to divine existence and better being is so tightly woven into our cultures. When Canada was trying to get more people to move from Europe to settle, they advertised with the tagline: Canada; a land of Milk and Honey. Honey is also a common term of affection for people in relationships or close family members.

But the Story I'm about to read has little to do with honey directly. It's just probably one of the more well known fairytales that has bees and honey in them. A Brothers Grimm tale, of course. But it showcases a lot of classic aspects of the effects honey can have, such as sweetening the demeaner of those around you, attracting love, and living life happy. Interestingly, this is a case where a character described as a 'Dwarf' does not seem to have a thick beard and lives in mines. Instead, we have a story staring a legitimate Little Person, which I thought was pretty cool.

The Queen Bee

Two kings’ sons once upon a time went into the world to seek their fortunes; but they soon fell into a wasteful foolish way of living, so that they could not return home again. Then their brother, who was a little insignificant dwarf, went out to seek for his brothers: but when he had found them they only laughed at him, to think that he, who was so young and simple, should try to travel through the world, when they, who were so much wiser, had been unable to get on. However, they all set out on their journey together, and came at last to an ant-hill. The two elder brothers would have pulled it down, in order to see how the poor ants in their fright would run about and carry off their eggs. But the little dwarf said, ‘Let the poor things enjoy themselves, I will not suffer you to trouble them.’

So on they went, and came to a lake where many many ducks were swimming about. The two brothers wanted to catch two, and roast them. But the dwarf said, ‘Let the poor things enjoy themselves, you shall not kill them.’ Next they came to a bees’-nest in a hollow tree, and there was so much honey that it ran down the trunk; and the two brothers wanted to light a fire under the tree and kill the bees, so as to get their honey. But the dwarf held them back, and said, ‘Let the pretty insects enjoy themselves, I cannot let you burn them.’

At length the three brothers came to a castle: and as they passed by the stables they saw fine horses standing there, but all were of marble, and no man was to be seen. Then they went through all the rooms, till they came to a door on which were three locks: but in the middle of the door was a wicket, so that they could look into the next room. There they saw a little grey old man sitting at a table; and they called to him once or twice, but he did not hear: however, they called a third time, and then he rose and came out to them.

He said nothing, but took hold of them and led them to a beautiful table covered with all sorts of good things: and when they had eaten and drunk, he showed each of them to a bed-chamber.

The next morning he came to the eldest and took him to a marble table, where there were three tablets, containing an account of the means by which the castle might be disenchanted. The first tablet said: ‘In the wood, under the moss, lie the thousand pearls belonging to the king’s daughter; they must all be found: and if one be missing by set of sun, he who seeks them will be turned into marble.’

The eldest brother set out, and sought for the pearls the whole day: but the evening came, and he had not found the first hundred: so he was turned into stone as the tablet had foretold.

The next day the second brother undertook the task; but he succeeded no better than the first; for he could only find the second hundred of the pearls; and therefore he too was turned into stone.

At last came the little dwarf’s turn; and he looked in the moss; but it was so hard to find the pearls, and the job was so tiresome!—so he sat down upon a stone and cried. And as he sat there, the king of the ants (whose life he had saved) came to help him, with five thousand ants; and it was not long before they had found all the pearls and laid them in a heap.

The second tablet said: ‘The key of the princess’s bed-chamber must be fished up out of the lake.’ And as the dwarf came to the brink of it, he saw the two ducks whose lives he had saved swimming about; and they dived down and soon brought in the key from the bottom.

The third task was the hardest. It was to choose out the youngest and the best of the king’s three daughters. Now they were all beautiful, and all exactly alike: but he was told that the eldest had eaten a piece of sugar, the next some sweet syrup, and the youngest a spoonful of honey; so he was to guess which it was that had eaten the honey.

Then came the queen of the bees, who had been saved by the little dwarf from the fire, and she tried the lips of all three; but at last she sat upon the lips of the one that had eaten the honey: and so the dwarf knew which was the youngest. Thus the spell was broken, and all who had been turned into stones awoke, and took their proper forms. And the dwarf married the youngest and the best of the princesses, and was king after her father’s death; but his two brothers married the other two sisters.

#Honey #Bee #Queen bee #brothers grimm #fairytale #folktale #folklore #food and folklore #honey folklore #honey witchcraft #witch #pagan #kitchen witch #kitchen witchcraft #kitchen magic #klickwitch #kitchen #gods and goddesses #Novemeber

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wander-over-the-words · 2 months

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Like Roses and Clover

Summary: At the end of the fairytale, the knight in shining armour usually gets a kiss from his beloved. Delta wonders what it’d be like to get one from his.

Characters: Augustus Sinclair, Subject Delta; mentions of Splicers, Little Sisters, Eleanor Lamb, Big Daddies, Frank Fontaine, Sofia Lamb.

Pairings: Augustus Sinclair/Subject Delta (somewhat one-sided? If only because the fic’s in Delta’s point of view, so Sinclair’s side of things isn’t expanded on. Can be one-sided, can be unknowingly requited, whatever you want).

Warnings: mentions of starvation, blood drinking, murder, body horror, slavery, human experimentation.

Notes: Remembered I wrote this ages ago. Decided to clean it up and post it.

All material belongs to Irrational Games.

Fic available on AO3.

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Augustus talks a lot. It’s the excuse Delta uses to blame his observations on.

He talks a lot, and when Delta listens to him, he likes to look at him because not doing so would be rude. It might make Augustus think Delta isn’t listening, which isn’t true. Since Delta has this big helmet on his head, he knows it’s hard to tell where his gaze is directed, so he makes a point of staring right at Augustus when he talks, so Augustus knows he’s paying attention.

Well, looking at Augustus has somehow evolved, from looking at him to...looking at him. And Delta feels like that makes sense because, well - you stare at somebody long enough, you start...noticing things about them. And maybe, once you’ve hung around that somebody long enough as well, in a post-apocalyptic city where this somebody seems to be the only one who doesn’t want to kill you on sight, you might start...feeling things, for that somebody.

That makes sense, doesn’t it? Delta likes to think that makes sense.

Augustus is talking right now - because of course he is - and Delta is staring, but this time, he isn’t listening. He was, at first, but now he isn’t, and Augustus’s voice has faded into a steady “blah, blah, chief, blah, blah, blah, blah, sport, blah, blah, blah” in Delta’s head.

It’s rude, he knows, not to pay attention, but he can’t help it; Delta is far too distracted by his own thoughts and for once, he’s glad of his condition. Between the helmet and the mangled vocal chords, Delta’s thoughts remain a secret, which is fantastic because he wants nothing more than for Augustus to never discover the things he’s thinking about.

Getting down to brass tacks: Augustus is a handsome man. Delta’s not going to pretend he isn’t. He’s all rounded edges, nothing straight-edged or firm. Softness in his cheeks and his chest and around his waist and his thighs. Cushy. Welcoming. Attractive. All of him is attractive.

His face, in particular. Even Rapture’s harsh treatment can’t take away Augustus’s good looks. His cheeks have begun to hollow somewhat, thanks to the lack of good food in Rapture, but there’s still fat pocketed in them, keeping them plush and pliable, and there’re dark marks under his eyes from the poor sleep schedule the city’s got him on, but they don’t detract at all from his overall appearance. If anything, they - combined with the shadowy dusting of facial hair on his jaw and around his mouth and under his nose - give him a certain level of roguishness, like a scar on his otherwise gentlemanly appearance. Appropriate, for somebody who’s managed to survive this long in this underwater hellhole.

His eyes are coloured hazel, and even with Rapture trying to beat him down, they light up when he looks at Delta, they show the joy that Augustus hasn’t let Rapture take from him. Hell, when Delta laughs at something he says, Augustus downright beams. Delta sees the thoughtful alertness in them when he makes a noise because the cogs in Augustus’s head are turning to translate Delta’s attempt at speech, and then the joy comes back when Delta confirms that he’s successfully figured out what Delta is telling him.

Delta’s always thought his eyes are...pretty. A beautiful, warm brown with flecks of gold in them. They’d been the first thing Delta had looked at, once Augustus had popped out of his bunker in Ryan Amusements and jogged over to Delta on the platform - and not just because Augustus had drawn attention to them, by telling Delta, “I like to look a man in the eye when I give him my word.”

His nose is perfect, his ears and chin are perfect, and his eyebrows are perfect, too. The latter are thick but neat, just like the hair on the top of his head, which Delta’s always thought looked so soft. He’d like to feel it; he’s touched it before, when he’s petted Augustus’s head to comfort him after he’d been frightened by Splicers, a classic ‘there, there’ gesture as an attempt at lifting Augustus’s spirits. He hadn’t felt the texture of his hair through his glove, though. He’d like to, should they ever succeed in removing him from this suit. Delta believes they will; Augustus has given his word, and Delta trusts him with his life.

And his lips, well…Delta’s embarrassed to admit it, but they’re what he thinks about the most. Why he chooses to blame his staring on Augustus’s amount of chatter.

Augustus’s lips are plump and look as soft as the rest of him, with a reddish hue to them. There’s minimal damage to them - perhaps a little dry, a wee bit cracked, but the most intact pair of lips Delta has seen when most of everybody else has spliced to hell and back and their mouths have melted into their faces, or been reduced to gaping maws. Yet more perfection.

Delta has watched those lips flap as Augustus has talked, has seen them peel back over a grin of pearly whites, has watched them turn upwards in fond smiles. They’ve pressed together in discomfort as Augustus had observed the newest Little Sister Delta had adopted drink down blood. They’ve turned downwards and crinkled in fear when a Splicer had cornered him, just before Delta’s furious roar had sent them packing, and then those lips had pinched at one end in disturbance when Delta had bludgeoned the Splicer into pulp (even going near Augustus is - as far as Delta’s concerned - a crime fit for execution). He’s watched them close around crème-filled cakes and pep bars, watched Augustus’s tongue swipe across them to clean off syrupy juice after finishing a can of fruit chunks Delta had managed to find for him, just before Augustus had retrieved his handkerchief to properly wipe them, ever the Southern gentleman.

Right now, they’re pulled forward slightly in a light, casual purse as Augustus uses his cigarette holder, which then results in the delicate ‘o’ shape as he removes the holder and gently breathes out the smoke. And then they’re back to flapping as he talks, completely oblivious to the fact that Delta isn’t paying attention to his words anymore.

He finds himself looking at those lips more often than even he’d like to, before he catches and berates himself for what could be inappropriate behaviour. Augustus isn’t a slab of meat to salivate over, after all...but behind the helmet, he supposes Augustus has no idea as to exactly where he’s been staring. If he does, he’s been very casual about it.

It all gets Delta thinking, though, about when Augustus had first spoken to him - before they’d met in person, back in that first train station.

(“Well, look at you…a bona fide knight in armour - complete with iron horse.”)

He’s a knight in armour. Not a scary, underwater monster, not a mindless golem, but a knight in armour - and at the end of the fairytales in which knights in armour star, they get kisses from their rescued princesses, from their damsels in distress. From their beloveds.

Augustus is no princess (if anything, Eleanor is the princess Delta is on his way to rescue, which seems appropriate - she’s Daddy’s little princess). No, Augustus’s role as Delta’s guide and assistant means he’s more like the squire to Delta’s knight (which makes his title of Esquire all the more fitting) - but he has been in distress. When he’d been locked in his bunker in Ryan Amusements, too vulnerable and scared to walk out into the park without protection; when he’d been cornered by Splicers and needed Delta to run over, bat them aside and push Augustus behind him, to stand between him and danger; when he’d been trapped in the leaking train car in Dionysus Park and could only wait for Delta to flip the switch and save him. Delta won’t call him a damsel, but he’s been in distress, and Delta hesitates to call him his beloved because, well, because they aren’t involved like that.

Augustus does him a favour, treating him like a man instead of the big, scary, armoured slave he must appear to be, but nobody’s ever heard of anybody romancing a Big Daddy nor a Big Daddy romancing anybody. Delta’s always imagined the premise of such a thing would make Augustus laugh. He doesn’t want Augustus to laugh at him.

Still, he...he imagines it sometimes. What it might be like to kiss him. To feel those plump, soft lips against his own mouth.

Does he even have lips, under this helmet? He doesn’t know what state his face is in, he’s never seen himself and he can’t remember what this ‘Johnny Topside’ had looked like. He wants to think he has lips - functioning lips - but who knows what’s going on under this dome, what those scientists did to him, if his splicing has affected him the same as it has everybody else? He could have a Splicer’s maw under there, for all he knows.

It makes him imagine Augustus’s disgusted face, then his frightened one, and that makes Delta’s heart just plummet. Doesn’t want Augustus to be disgusted or frightened of him.

Delta pushes aside thoughts about his own face to think about Augustus’s. Augustus’s handsome, normal face.

The way his eyes might go half-lidded and flick their gaze down at Delta’s mouth and then back up to Delta’s eyes, motioning to what he’d like to do, silently asking Delta for his consent, for the go ahead - and, of course, Delta would be doing the same thing, to ask for consent too, to give his own. The way a hazy red might wash over Augustus’s soft cheeks, spread over his nose, grace the tips of his ears, maybe even reach his hairline or his neck, and Delta would feel heat in his own face, might even feel it radiating off of Augustus’s. The lean in, the light purse of Augustus’s lips, the way his eyes might slowly shut - and that’s where Delta stops imagining the visuals because that’s when he would close his own eyes to savour the kiss, the feeling of those lips against his, the light press of Augustus’s nose against his cheek, the smooth skin of Augustus’s cheek touching his own nose (if he has a nose).

Augustus would have to go up on to his tiptoes to kiss him if they’re standing, and Delta would have to bend his knees and lean down. If that’s the case, then Augustus’s hands would probably go to his chest, splay his fingers across Delta’s covered pectorals, maybe even feel the thumping of his heart under the fabric and leather of his suit.

His own hands, he’s not sure what he would do with them, what would be most comfortable. Maybe he could hold Augustus’s waist, over the sloped curves, the soft flesh. Maybe he could put one hand on Augustus’s back, the other on his cheek, cupping it delicately - if that would work, of course, because Delta’s hands are huge. Big enough to cover Augustus’s face and still have enough length of his fingers to curl over into Augustus’s hair. He wouldn’t want to make Augustus uncomfortable, if he at all finds Delta’s mitts intimidating.

Wherever he puts his hands, it doesn’t matter - there might then come the break, the pull away. He imagines opening his eyes slowly as he returns to Earth from Heaven and finding Augustus with his eyes open already, soft and slightly glazed over. He imagines Augustus smiling at him charmingly, which would make Delta want to kiss him all over again. Augustus might then rest his forehead against Delta’s, he can almost imagine perfectly the gentle pressure against his own head. He imagines the sunlight catching in Augustus’s eyes, making them sparkle even brighter - because of course, this would all happen out in the sunshine, with Rapture far behind and below them, that’s the point.

As he unconsciously leans toward Augustus now, making the bench creak distantly beneath himself, he wonders if Augustus would let Delta hold him, if he would let Delta quite literally whisk him off his feet. That might make the kissing easier, actually, now that he thinks about it. If he and Augustus were closer to eye-level. He could wrap his arms around Augustus’s waist and lift him while Augustus holds his shoulders, getting a little bit of height over Delta for once, so Augustus could lean down rather than up. Or Delta could cradle him bridal-style, all cosy and snug against Delta’s body. He’d like to, if Augustus would ever let him.

He doesn’t want Augustus to laugh at him, but he’s got to laugh at himself, picturing this all like it’s actually going to happen. Like there’s any chance of Augustus wanting anything like that from him. He may not be a monster, like everybody calls the rest of his ‘brothers’, but he’s still...monstrous. He doesn’t need a mirror to know something must be off under here.

Besides - how very bold of him to think that, even if - by some miracle - he’s completely fine under here, Augustus would want anything from him anyway. To think Augustus hands his heart to somebody he’s known for only a few hours, with all his expertise in interacting with his fellow man, in assessing character and choosing partnerships, compared to Delta, who’s freshly back from the dead, practically rebirthed, and in a land he no longer knows, willing to hand his trust and companionship to anybody who won’t want to kill him. He must seem like some sort of puppy, following after Augustus and going all dewy-eyed when Augustus looks at him. He must seem so emotionally immature - and of course, Augustus doesn’t want somebody like that at his side.

“I, uh…got somethin’ on my face, sport?”

Delta jolts as he’s taken out of his thoughts; he’d been so deep in them, he hadn’t noticed that not only had Augustus stopped speaking about a minute ago, but just how far toward Augustus he’d really been leaning, practically looming over him. Completely missed the way Augustus had done a double take at him and leaned away to reclaim some personal space, staring bewilderedly over his smoking cigarette.

Eyebrow raised, Augustus blinks at him twice, watching him, and that makes Delta’s nerves pick up - as if there’s any way for Augustus to know what he’d been pondering.

Hurriedly, Delta sits back in his seat properly with his hands clutched sheepishly in his lap, thumbs twiddling, his stare going to the floor rather than Augustus’s mouth. With a soft, dismissive grunt, Delta reaches over and pats Augustus’s knee twice to tell him not to worry about it, then returns that hand to his lap to continue twiddling his thumbs.

Augustus looks at Delta's hand, then back up at Delta’s covered face, one of his own hands going back to holding his cigarette holder to his mouth. Now that Delta’s out of his personal space, Augustus straightens himself up too, watching Delta through a careful side-eye. He trusts Delta, but as a precaution, he brushes a hand over his face, checks his palm for any dirt or anything, then wipes that hand on his shirt. He slides his cigarette holder from between his lips so that he can speak unimpeded.

“You alright there, chief?” Augustus says. “Been mighty quiet lately - even by your standards.”

Delta considers what he’d been thinking about and sighs wistfully, his body language downright deflating. A soft, miserable little note of whalesong comes from him.

Augustus’s brow furrows as he frowns.

“Aw, now, what’s the matter, kid? Thoughts bein’ unkind ta you, or somethin’ else?”

Delta shrugs.

“Oh. Reckon I can tell what it is.”

Delta, scared, turns a fraction at the waist to peer anxiously at him and freezes in place.

“It’s that bond o’ yours with young Eleanor, ain’t it? Stickin’ pins in your heart again - am I right?”

Scared as he’d been, a part of Delta is disappointed at the incorrect guess, body language deflating again.

Something like that, Delta wants to say because his heart does definitely hurt, but he only gives an affirmative grunt, lets Augustus believe he’s right.

Augustus bobs his head in a few, understanding nods.

“So I am. You got my sympathy, chief. No wonder you looked ready to fall down on top o' me.”

Augustus pats his bicep with one hand, lets it rest there after he’s done.

“But don’t you worry,” Augustus says, and his tone is soft enough that it melts Delta’s aching heart, “you won’t be dealin’ with that for much longer. Only a matter of time now before we reach ol’ Fontaine’s place an’ find out where Lamb’s been keepin’ your girl. Then you two’ll be together again, and you’ll be feelin’ right as rain. That pain in your ticker will jus’ be a bad memory. An inconvenience, no more.”

Augustus barks a soft chuckle as he takes his hand from Delta’s arm and leans toward him enough for their arms to touch. He cocks his head.

“I know I said havin’ a heart’s a liability, but with you, kid, it’s practically a death sentence. Not that I’m pinnin’ blame on you, o’ course. It’s how the old sayin’ goes, I guess: the heart wants what the heart wants, eh, chief?”

Delta gives another soft sigh.

You have no idea…

#My writing #BioShock #BioShock 2 #Subject Delta #Augustus Sinclair #Deltaclair

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Oh darling fandom grandma, do you have any current recs for some good fiction books? Something kind of like Tamora Pierce's tortall books? (sorry if you haven't read those books, was the only series that I could think of to reference)

Perhaps surprisingly, I have never actually read any Tamora Pierce books, but I am going to categorize this request, hopefully not inaccurately, as "imaginative, diverse, feminist/female-centered fantasy." In which case, you are in luck, because that is also My Jam, and I have the following enthusiastic recs, many of which are doorstopper-size and should keep you busy for a while:

The Daevabad Trilogy by S.A. Chakraborty (City of Brass, Kingdom of Copper, Empire of Gold). Set in both 18th-century Egypt and the magical djinn kingdom of Daevabad; complex and morally grey female main characters; lots of garbage men; all characters are people of color; political intrigue, magic, sass, adventure out the wazoo, and Muntadhir al-Qahtani my most beloved, I NEED MORE PEOPLE TO READ THESE BOOKS

The Rook and Rose trilogy by M.A. Carrick (only the first two books are out: The Mask of Mirrors and The Liar's Knot). A lush Venetian-inspired fantasy setting, a con-artist female main character, family intrigue, political manipulation, complicated plots, exploration of colonization and cultural appropriation; MORE PEOPLE LIKEWISE NEED TO JOIN ME IN SHIPPING REN/VARGO/GREY;

The Bone Season series by Samantha Shannon (The Bone Season, The Mime Order, The Song Rising, The Mask Falling): set in an alternate-history future England with sci-fi, telekinetics, fallen angels, a ruined Oxford, underground resistance groups in London, a badass female main character; generally one of the most imaginative spec-fic series I have ever read;

The Priory of the Orange Tree, also by Samantha Shannon; I recommended this book in a separate post recently because I love it. Tons of historically-inspired settings, lots of female, queer, POC characters; ASOIAF-style political intrigue and dragons without the Male Author grossness;

The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud (The Amulet of Samarkand, The Golem's Eye, Ptolemy's Gate, plus prequel The Ring of Solomon). This series was formative for me as a teenager, all right. F O R M A T I V E. If you have not read it you need to do so right away, and I don't care how old you are. Stroud absolutely rips the British Empire to pieces, dismantles the Special White Boy fantasy trope, explores slavery and imperialism and cultural genocide, and is also both incredibly funny and incredibly heartbreaking in the course of three YA books.

The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri; lush female-led epic fantasy set in a fantasy world based on ancient India; supposed to be the first one of a series so there are more to come;

Uprooted and Spinning Silver by Naomi Novik; retellings of fairytales with a cast of diverse female characters, especially Spinning Silver which is a reimagining of Rumpelstiltskin in an Imperial Russian-inspired world with a Jewish main character;

The Parasol Protectorate series by Gail Carriger (Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, Timeless); set in steampunk Victorian London with vampires and werewolves; badass female main character; Absolutely Everyone Is Queer; like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse;

Anyway, there are possibly more that I could think of, but these are what came to mind after an initial perusal of my own bookshelves, and should be enough to get you started. Happy reading. :)

#rhymeswithtessa #ask #book recs #bookblr

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unpublished fics game

I got this from @nocompromise-noregrets - thank you friend <3333. I’ve been having a ‘this is cliche, annoying, bad writing and not historically accurate/worse than philippa gregory’ brain crisis so I��m hoping to maybe get my brain started by talking about. So I thought I’d divide into categories.

Really Just Ideas/Outlines At Best

TWW Poly AU - the scandal isn’t the MS (they disclosed that) the ‘scandal’ is the Jed/Abbey/Leo relationship

TWW Ballet AU

The Roger/Chioke ‘worst recognises worst but Roger is absolutely playing him like a master musician’

The Plantaganet OT4 AU

The Multifandom Sex Slave AU (set in sort of fantasy Rome)

Persian Jewish Sara Crewe

Robert Dudley Travels Back In Time

TWW characters + trauma survivors

TWW Hunger Games: Abby’s Games

Multifandom Sex Slavery AU

Specific Tudors OT3 Verse Ones (That Are Just Ideas)

Helen Norwich

Dance Rehearsal

Tudors OT3 Verse Ships + Taylor Swift

English Civil War

The Crows Have Cameos

The Big Ones (that actually have stuff published)

Grishaverse Hunger Games: I wrote summaries of all the characters journeys and I wanted to go into detail - I have Jespers and I’m working on Kaz right now (he is very difficult to get talking). It’s taking the fact that the Crows and My Favourites From Shadow And Bone know each other and became friends and made me think - all these different Victors coming together to become family and also take down some fuckers (mostly Darkles)

Rewrite The Stars 2.0: I’m rewriting the first Tudors OT3 verse fic because it was only meant as a one shot and I have so so much more world building and ideas to write. I’m just stuck right now because (see above). It’s a fairy tale with a happy ending but it has a fight, it has pain and it has scars that will remain heavy but also, there will be love.

In another world this is how it might have gone between the three of them. The story of how the love between three extraordinary people change the world for the better and made it the kindest. The story of a fight for a fairytale

Crown Of Ashes:

Crown of Ashes is very inspired by the Taylor Swift Song Castle Crumbling. It’s a ‘what if Mary Tudor made similar choices to her father’ for better (and worse and maybe in between) reasons to her. What if everything the world tells you you should believe and want is wrong actually - what if you get everything you thought you wanted and it sucks.

This one. I know where I want to go, I’m just Not Getting There. I think I need to listen to the playlist again.

Tortall Found Family: Essentially this is about Numair/Arram coming to Tortall, heavy on the Jon-Thayet-Numair friendship but everyone is here, my absolute conviction that Ozorne never stopped loving Numair throughout all the books, that Roger had a really creepy possessive thing for Jon and also BONDING. Also contains Biracial Jon of Conte content (I think).

I’m going to quote from @nocompromise-noregrets here: Do please ask me about any that catch your eye, I am in dire need of talking about them, and it might just kickstart the muses…I do need interaction to spark the ideas, it turns out, I'm not great at this in isolation.

Tagging (if you want to obviously): @boleynqueenes @boleynecklace @theladyelizabeth @jackironsides @emilykaldwen @miabicicletta @unseenacademic @sherwoodknights @corporalicent @dr-dendritic-trees @endoftheworldhere @cinemaocd

#meme #lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio

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🔞 In Darkness I Found You 🔞

Chapter 3

Tags: Smut! Come get your smut! Also sex slavery.

Yoongi came off bed rest after a month. He’d filled out and was even starting to show a little bit of a bump. Tae still insisted he take it easy. Hobi had temporarily switched to online consulting so he could stay home with Yoongi. At first Yoongi had told him not to change his life around on account of him. He’d lost that fight relatively quickly.

After the first night, simple kissing and scenting had progressed to heavy makeout sessions where Hobi would have to finish himself in the bathroom before they went to sleep. Yoongi apologized every time Hobi had to get up and finish himself, but Hobi insisted that the pup’s health came first and he’d do it that way until Yoongi had the pup if he had to.

“How do they know who the pup belongs to?” Hobi asked one night after he got back in bed.

“They do a paternity test and contact the Alpha when the pup is born,” Yoongi replied.

“So the Alpha pays, but has no idea if they got what they paid for?” Hobi asked. Yoongi was quiet for a moment. His hand went to his belly.

“Some of them don’t pay to breed,” he said.

“Say what?” Hobi asked.

“They pay to knot an Omega and if the Omega gets pregnant then they’ll pass the pup off to another Alpha who paid for the breeding services, but it didn’t take,” Yoongi tried to steady his voice. “At least if we were pregnant then we were out of the rotation.”

“There are Alphas who treat it like a brothel?” Hobi was also trying to stay calm.

“Yeah,” Yoongi breathed. “I think this pup belongs to one of them.”

Hobi held Yoongi as close to his chest as his bump would allow.

“By the time I escaped, almost none of the Alphas were looking for Breeders. They were looking for whores,” Yoongi said. “At first I was worried they’d miss this pup, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized around that time almost none of them actually wanted a pup. They just wanted an Omega to knot.”

“I want this pup,” Hobi said.

“What?” Yoongi looked up at him.

“I want this to be our pup,” he said. Two months ago Hobi hadn’t even thought he’d have a mate. Yoongi’s pup meant everything to him. Yoongi meant everything to Hobi.

“Are you asking me to be your mate?” Yoongi asked.

“I guess I am,” Hobi replied.

“I’d love to be your mate, Hobi,” Yoongi grinned. “And pup is happy to have you as its Alpha daddy.”

“The minute Tae says it’s safe…” Hobi kissed him.

“What about Tae?” Yoongi asked.

“At minimum, he wouldn’t let you go anywhere until he was confident you won’t lose the pup. I think he’s accepted you aren’t going anywhere, though,” Hobi kissed him again. He didn’t care if he had to finish himself in the bathroom for a second time. He needed to kiss Yoongi. He needed to kiss his future mate. He needed to kiss the Omega who had survived so much hardship and still believed in fairytales. Then Hobi smelled slick and felt Yoongi pawing at his top.

“No, it’s not safe,” he insisted.

“Then use your hand,” Yoongi said. “That should be safe.”

“Are you sure?” Hobi asked. Yoongi grabbed Hobi’s hand and put it between his legs.

“You tell me,” he replied. His hole was covered in slick and Yoongi whined when Hobi’s fingers grazed it.

“If this is what you really want,” Hobi said as he slid 3 fingers into Yoongi’s hole. He groaned.

“I want your knot, but I’ll take what I can get,” he’d wrapped his arms around Hobi’s neck and was grinding against Hobi’s fingers. Yoongi kissed him aggressively. Hobi held his hand still and let Yoongi fuck himself on his fingers. He’d been with an Omega all of twice. He had no idea what to do. Yoongi was going after Hobi like he was in heat even though he was pregnant. After all his shitty experiences with sex, Hobi was fine with it. His hand was dripping with slick and Yoongi had all but slobbered all over his face.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Yoongi gasped.

“Should I...do anything?” Hobi asked.

“Put another finger in,” Yoongi had tossed his head back and pushed his hips as far forward as they would go.

“Okay…” Hobi slid in a 4th finger and Yoongi started biting his lip to keep from crying out. He was fucking Hobi’s hand as hard as he could. Hobi felt him start to shake, then contract around his fingers. Yoongi had buried his face in Hobi’s neck and was trying to stay quiet. He was panting when he finished and Hobi withdrew his fingers. He wiped off his hand on a towel he’d tossed by the bed earlier.

“I can tell you right now my knot isn’t that big,” Hobi leaned his forehead on Yoongi’s.

“I’d be shocked if it were. Hands are a different feeling,” Yoongi told him.

“Do I want to know?” Hobi asked.

“There was one Alpha, long time ago, he couldn’t get it up, but refused to tell his mate. I think he didn’t like the idea of knotting anyone else. He was nice and he’d paid for the time, so he’d use his hands. He said I should at least get something out of it if he couldn’t. I wonder what happened to him a lot. He was one of the few who was actually nice. Maybe he and his mate got one of the abandoned pups,” Yoongi told him as he wiped himself down.

“I hope so, too,” Hobi agreed. Yoongi lied back down so the bump was in between them. They could still cuddle decently because the bump wasn’t huge. Yoongi liked to have the pup between them, though if he did roll over during the night, he’d still wake up with Hobi’s hands on his belly. Protecting him and what he’d declared was now their pup.

“I’m going to need to do an ultrasound,” Tae said at breakfast a few days later. “Both Yuna and I have some free time this afternoon. I want to make sure I was right about everything with the pup and it’s doing okay.”

“I have to go to the hospital?” Yoongi asked.

“Well, yes…” Tae started.

“No, I’m not going,” Yoongi shook his head vigorously. “I’m not going to a hospital again unless I’m absolutely going to die if I don’t.”

“Okay, it’s okay,” Hobi said, putting his hand on Yoongi’s knee. “Is there another option? Is there a portable machine?”

“We do have one. It’s not as good as the ones in the hospital, but it would get the job done,” Tae said. “I can see if Yuna is free later and if we can borrow the machine.”

Yoongi looked at Hobi wild eyed. Hobi hadn’t seen him look this stressed or scared since the night he brought him in the house.

“It’s for the pup. We need to make sure the pup is okay,” Hobi started grooming him.

“For the pup,” Yoongi repeated.

“I’ll check with Yuna and let you know as soon as I know,” Tae said.

“Okay,” Hobi replied. Yoongi’s breathing had started to speed up and he’d started to shake.

“Let’s go back to bed,” Hobi said. Yoongi nodded. He gave Tae a sympathetic nod as he helped Yoongi up and went to the bedroom. Hobi lied him down and cuddled up behind him and put his hands on Yoongi’s bump.

“Ultrasounds don’t hurt,” Hobi said.

“I know,” Yoongi whispered.

“Yuna and Tae will make it quick,” Hobi continued.

“You got ultrasounds every month, but they wouldn’t tell you anything. I didn’t even know how many pups I was carrying until I gave birth. I could tell if it was more than one, but nothing beyond that. The screen was faced so we couldn’t see it. The nurses weren’t allowed to talk to us. The last month was the worst. You knew you were close to having them and this was one of the last steps to make sure the Alphas were getting what they paid for. A healthy pup,” Yoongi told him.

“It won’t be like that this time. They’ll talk to you. They want to make sure that the pup that’s yours is healthy and growing right. I’ll be there with you the whole time. If you changed your mind, they can tell you if it’s a boy or a girl,” Hobi hugged him and scented the back of his neck.

“I don’t want to know,” Yoongi said. “I don’t want to get attached.”

“Hush, this pup will make it,” Hobi told him.

“How do you know?” Yoongi asked.

“Because we're going to do everything we can for both of you,” Hobi replied. Hobi’s phone dinged. It was probably Tae. Hobi wrestled an arm loose and checked it.

Yuna is free. Will do it when I get home.

“They’re gonna get it down today,” he told Yoongi.

“Okay,” Yoongi started to sniffle.

“I’ll be with you the whole time,” Hobi reassured.

All Yoongi could do was whimper.

They stayed in bed until Tae and Yuna arrived with the portable ultrasound machine. Yoongi started to get upset the minute he saw it. Hobi sat them up, rested against the headboard, and put Yoongi’s back against his chest. He looped one arm under Yoongi’s arms and groomed him with his free hand.

“It’s gonna be fine. They’re not gonna take your pup. They just need to make sure it’s okay. Breathe with me. Let the pup settle,” Hobi told him. Yoongi had started to cry. Hobi carefully pulled up Yoongi’s shirt with his free hand, exposing his belly. Yoongi whined.

“They’re not gonna take your pup. They’re here to help. It won’t take long, right?” Hobi asked.

“We’ll go as quick as we can,” Yuna said. Tae had likely told her that Yoongi had been a Breeder and he was more than a little skittish around medical professionals. “Do you want me to do it or do you want Tae to do it?” Yoongi’s eyes darted over to Tae.

“Okay, here we go,” Tae said. It cut Hobi to the core listening to his (future) mate whimper and cry through a procedure as simple as an ultrasound. He held him and soothed him as much as he could, but these issues ran deeper than that. Yoongi had mentioned that he’d given birth 5 times already and this was pup number 10. He’d had 8 other pups before he escaped. Assuming he presented around 14 and he was 25 now, he’d been pregnant for almost 4 years of 11 in his life. Someday maybe Yoongi would tell him how old he was when he got pregnant the first time. Hobi wasn’t going to press the issue.

“Almost done,” Tae said. “Do you want to know if it’s a boy or girl?” Yoongi shook his head. Hobi wanted to know. Hobi really wanted to know. Maybe he’d get Tae to tell him later.

“That’s it,” Tae declared as he cleaned off Yoongi’s belly and fixed his shirt.

“It’s all good news,” Yuna said. “Pup is growing well. It’s still a little small, but not the runt I’m sure it was a month ago. Tae was right with his guess. You’re about 4 months along right now. I’d put your due date around late October, but pups show up when they’re good and ready in my experience.”

“So in theory it could show up on Halloween?” Hobi asked.

“In theory,” Yuna replied.

“Did you hear that pup? You might show up on Alpha daddy’s favorite holiday,” Hobi grinned. Yoongi had stopped crying for the moment and was rubbing his belly through his shirt. “What’s Omega daddy’s favorite holiday?”

“Christmas, at least that’s what I remember,” he said quietly.

“Then we’ll have a big Christmas. We’ll do it up right. We’ll have a new pup and Uncle Tae’s birthday is 5 days after Christmas, too. Lots to celebrate,” Hobi hugged him.

“We’ll leave you 2 to it, but this doesn’t mean you can skip dinner,” Tae said. “I’ll make your favorite.”

“Grilled cheese?” Yoongi asked.

“With the fancy cheese and some tomato soup,” Tae replied.

“Thank you,” It was barely audible.

“Anytime,” Tae and Yuna collected the equipment and left the room.

“See? It’s all over & everything is okay. Pup is growing nice and big. Before you know it, you’ll be huge,” Hobi kissed the side of Yoongi’s head.

“You really want this pup, too?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a liar. I want you and I want the pup. Okay?” Hobi told him.

“Okay,” Yoongi hesitated.

Hobi let Yoongi doze off against his chest while Tae made him something to eat. Hobi had gotten a glimpse into just how bad Yoongi’s life had been. If he ever got his hands on who did it to him, he’d murder them on the spot without compunction or remorse. Ever.

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