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grind against your bones until our marrows mix | explicit | #helaegon | 4.6k
#helaegon#linette writes#I don’t even know#this is just very boring to me but it has been languishing in my google docs for too long#this may or may not turn into a series#gotta prep myself for a dismal hits to kudos ratio on this bitch
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dreaming that you’ll love me in the morning
the TVWLM inspired sidlotte fic no one asked for!!!!
word count: 7,667
chapter: 1/3
rating: G (for now....)
Sidney and Charlotte’s adventure to save Georgiana has a lasting effect on the pair that neither of them are prepared to deal with.
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The ‘lets-get-married-to-save-your-reputation’ fic.
read on ao3
listen to my sidlotte playlist
#sanditon#sidlotte#charlotte x sidney#linette writes#dreaming#I SAID I'D DO IT TODAY AND I AM FUCKING DOING IT#*shows up to the fandom three years late with iced coffee*#chaptered fic
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i’ve also updated the interest checker so that each muse listed links back to their kanka profile since that’s what i’m currently using to keep all their stuff recorded in one place.
so you can directly access their info from the interest checker to know what you’d be getting into.
#⧉ ooc#most of the tabletop muses are essentially fandomless and can work just fine outside of their respective worlds#but i do gotta sit down and compile info for a few of them#which i am not in a state to do atm since i don't dare write permenant profiles while drinking#linette and carel do not have icons but they are Up#minus some indepth stuff for the former#so both of them are capable of interacting fully
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No but why is making polls so fun and addictive?
these are all from the fantasy wip that I'm writing
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Get To Know Me Tag Game
(Thank you, @inevitablemoment!)
1) Spell your name in songs
(Taking these songs from my "Smile Guaranteed" playlist - AKA songs that immediately make me go "Ooo!" and turn it up)
Everything is AWESOME!!! (feat. The Lonely Island) by Tegan and Sara
Real Gone by Sheryl Crow
I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith
Captain Hampton and the Midget Pirates! by The Aquabats
Ain't No Easy Way by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
2) Why did you choose your URL?
It has been my fanfic pen name since 2004. The first published fanfic I wrote was for the Pirates of the Caribbean fandom, and it was a ridiculous crackfic about Jack, Will, and Elizabeth running around the 21st century with me and my two best friends. When they said goodbye at the end, they each gave us a pirate name. Jack gave me the name Black Grace, so "BG Sparrow" I be! I could never part ways with it at this point.
3) What is your middle name?
Dawn. And I don't like it. Makes me feel like some braided pigtail 12-year-old in Little House on the Prairie, and that's just not my vibe. My sister won the middle name game with "Linette".
4) If you could be any mythical creature, what would you be?
A mythical creature... I must admit, I have never been asked this. I'm boring in this way, but something humanoid. Powerful. Maybe immortal. Fairy? Yeah, let's go with fairy. I've always loved the message of how powerful belief is in Peter Pan.
5) Favorite color?
Brown. I know, right? Five-year-old me is screwing up her face screaming, "You could pick any of the gorgeous colors in the entire universe, and you picked brown?" Yeah, I did. Blues/teals/aquas have always drawn me in and still do, but brown wins out by a small margin.
6) Song you love right now?
The most recent additions to my Annual Awesome: 2023 playlist include Death Drive by junodream (My No Pines Marty anthem) and Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Alex Sloan.
Also listening to the score for Lawmen: Bass Reeves by Chanda Dancy right now because for some reason, the scores from these Tyler Sheridan shows fuel my 1885 BttF stories like none other, and I need a new one to attach to Once Upon a Time in the North as I write it. So far so good!
7) Top four fandoms?
Back to the Future
Pirates of the Caribbean
Iron Man
National Treasure (back in the day)
8) Tag nine people
@odddelorean
@brinkle-brackle
@bri-to-the-future
@synthsays
@fiddlstyx
@marielle-heller
@additionaladdams
@mythical-bookworm
@professorsaber
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Hello, hello :)
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-This is @urbanflorals writing account.
-This blog will mostly be about writing and my wips and stuff like that and my chaotic thoughts about my writing
So enter at your own risk....
I also haven't gotten around to creating introductions for all the characters just yet. I'll do it sometime, promise.
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My wips:
Cartlen College Series
My original story
Characters -
Lainey Bowen
Garrett Maddox
Juniper Magana
Hayden Mckenzie
Bleu Ando
Harper Allaire
Jordi Bowen
Oliver Dawson
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Hurricane Girls Series
My original story
Characters -
Xandia Northwood
Ivory Abbot
Willa Thornton
Effie Holland
West Avengale
Boston Harding
Chase Sawyer
Gray Fitzweld
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Shattered Hearts
My original story
Characters -
Hallie O'Connor
Kaiden Alvarez
Violet Reynolds
Crew Peirce
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The Silent Court
My original story - the one I'm probably working on the most
These characters won't have introductions cause I have way too many -
Aurelia Birnett - The Silent Queen, Iris Birnett - The Siren, Amithi Brandson - The Scorpion, Beatrice Graye - The Archer, Linette Bardot - Red, Blaire Anderston - The Locket, Genevieve Weston - The Viper, Naomi Keller - The Forgess, Harper Beckett - The Slave
Callum Hansley, Leahla Hansley, Julias Hansley, Caspar Hansley, Avena Crista
The cast of the Silent Court
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Edgeton Prep
My original story
Characters -
Constance Fracher
Quinn Markey
Evie Markwood
Macey Gibson
Griffin Prescott
Jaiden Pitcher
Parker Gibson
Connor Jackson
Aidan Flecture
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This was really long but oh well. These are only some of my wips. I might post about my other stories and stuff as well.
I'll probably also write random prompts I find or want to do. My ask box is always open for people to put prompts or just questions in general :)
Thank you for reading this loves <3
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The Two Runaways + Sarah
Grace Lyliane Thornfield (She/her, 8 years old)
nicknames: Lills, Gracie, Racie, gummy worm
physical description: scraggly & shaggy dirty blond hair (the dirty often doesn’t only relate to the colour), green-ish eyes, thin scar on her cheek that reaches down to tip of her nose, 4 ft (122 cm)
personality and tidbits: in the running for most likely trainee to get it trouble along with William and the Fearsome Four, not because they’re menaces like the other four but because they get easily distracted and end up wandering off. Loves running and has the title of most won races hence the nickname racie. She’s the youngest of four children and has lost her parents at a young age.Her older siblings still haven’t caught on to the fact that the Alec she’s talking about in all of her letters is also the HOTI that is writing her progress reports. Mostly because her reports shouldn’t be as complimentary and glowing as they are given they know how often she gets in trouble from her own letters.
Extra info: She has a frog backpack. The frog’s spots are a mishmash of rainbows, candies, cookies and emojis. Yes it can hop back to her, a fail safe Magnus incorporated given her tendency to forget her backpack everywhere.
William Conner Whitelaw (he/they 8 years old)
nicknames: Liam, Illi, Yammie, little mosquito
physical description: short, tousled, curly hair that is often tangled. Brown eyes and chubby cheeks, 3 ft 11 (120 cm)
personality and tidbits: in the running for most likely trainee to get it trouble - trouble finds them any time of the day even when he isn’t looking for it. Tendency to wander off like Grace hence the nickname of being one of the two runaways. Orphaned and has a bad relationship with their aunt and uncle on their mother’s side, who shipped him off to the NYI pretty much as soon as Willia came in their custody. Is sworn siblings with Oliver and the Rebecca’s and adores Alec.
Extra info: has a rocket backpack that had all kinds of molecule structures drawn over it. The backpack will fly after him whenever he loses it given his proclivity of losing it.
Sarah Julie Mayweather (she/her, 8 years old)
nicknames: Sa-sa, Hummingbird,Sarie
physical description: shoulder-length blond hair usually tied into twin pigtails. Blue eyes and 3 ft 9 (114 cm)
personality and tidbits: energetic (and very autistic), stims a lot, friendly with everyone but sticks the closest to Linette, Julian, Cristina and Oliver. The epitome of a girly-girl, loves all things bright, bubbly and pink. Her mom works and lives at the institute which means she can see all of the shenanigans Sarah gets I to, she’s not sure it’s a good thing. Once came back to the institute with a pony, nobody knew where she got it from.
Extra info: has a glittery, purple button mushroom for a backpack though she can change the colour and the type of mushroom by tapping on the bottom of the stem.
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Ako and Jager! Commissioned from @thevanityofthefox! Absolutely delighted with how this turned out! the fox has such a beautiful style it's so lovely to see my ocs together :3c (lil oc story in the undercut)
Ako returns to the swamp lands she grew up in alone. She's searching for something of her mothers to pass down to her adoptee. It was tradition in their clan for grandparents to make something but since her family died it's the closest thing.
While there she hides from a human squad lead by Jager. He's there to collect samples and live specimens for Linette. She's spotted and runs from the group. While attempting escape a large beast attacks and wipes out the rest of the soldiers.
Jager escapes but looses most of his gear in a close encounter. Still he manages to trap Ako after she falls. Her ankle is twisted and she is subdued rather easily. She's not a fighter and doesn't stand much of a chance against Jager.
The two have to trek across the forests to a base together. Ako is whinny, loud and has to be dragged or carried. Jager is irritated by her but the two do grow a mutual respect as the days drag on.
Meanwhile Ako's partner grows worried and after finding a lot of dead humans gets furious. They are tracking close behind the pair but without the ability to fly their ikran they're slow.
Will Jager find humanity and let Ako go? Will Ako escape? Will Atoai catch up? Who knows! Maybe I'll write the full fic one day :3
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I meant to post this a few weeks ago whoops
a companion piece to my foulques and paris misadventures post, here's foulques' family and brief backstories for all (set before 1.0):
bohort 'bors' carhaix: an elezen of seventy winters, bors is the father of tristeux and grandfather to the carhaix brood. a miner for most of his life, bors lost his wife in a freak chocobo carriage accident when tristeux was nine years of age, something his youngest son blames him for to this day. their relationship is distant at best, and estranged at worst, but the wizened elder doesn't hold it against his son. he feels guilty for his son's pain and does his best to stay out of his way whenever possible. bors lives with tristeux and his family after he grew too old to take care of his tiny homestead. he enjoys spending time with his grandchildren, especially the youngest as he always has stories to tell.
tristeux carhaix: having just seen his fifty-second nameday, tristeux works tirelessly mining in the west shroud's ore-rich caverns and teaches his young sons the family tradition that spans back generations. the youngest of nine children, tristeux lost his elder brothers in various mining accidents, and the death of his mother is a sore spot for him. for years, he blamed his father despite him having no hand in the tragedy. resentful and unable to move on, tristeux focuses his energy in keeping his family fed and sheltered, but he's frequently spotted in the hamlet tavern after a hard day's work in the mines.
isaut (née lejelle) carhaix: tristeux's wife of twenty-odd summers, this fourty-six year old elezen is the matriarch and owner of the hamlet's only bed-and-breakfast, having inherited the business from her late grandmother. a no-nonsense woman, isaut strives to be a good wife and mother while also acting as a buffer between her husband and father-in-law. she doles out chores equally amongst her children, but some might say she spoils her youngest as she tends to call him her 'surprise baby' and lets him stay close by her. she views paris as one of her own, and she became a mother figure for the young hyur.
gavain carhaix: the eldest child of the brood, gavain is a reserved young man of twenty-four summers. having worked in the mines since the age of five, his father holds gavain in high esteem as the firstborn son. but when gavain announced his plans to join the gridanian lancer's guild and become a soldier, tristeux was taken aback, but nonetheless filled with pride. wanting to give back to his community beyond chipping away for gold and silver, gavain wanted to make a difference in showing others the good qualities of duskwights. he left home at seventeen, and through blood, sweat, and tears, gavain achieved the position of a serpent officer of the twin adders. he writes back to his family often and tends to drop by every now and then if duty allows it.
linette carhaix: at twenty-three, linette is the second child and only daughter. an avid reader and songstress, linette is a staple at the tavern as she sings old hymns and songs in her people's native tongue of high gelmorran, thus keeping the dying language alive a little bit longer. she often helps her mother with housework and upkeep of the boarding house, but she dreams of leaving the boundary of the west shroud like her elder brother and finding a partner to start a family of her own. for now, she keeps her younger brothers in line with the authority only an older sister can have, but she adores them both regardless. she had a slight crush on hector, though it seemed he was oblivious to this.
keux carhaix: the second son and third child, keux is a rebellious and mulish youth of seventeen summers. while he has experience in the mines, keux took on most of the responsibility and teachings of his father after gavain left, but keux would rather be tipping cows, playing footie, or betting his gil on a game of fivestones with his father's friends. while gavain attempts to set a good example for his brothers, keux follows the beat of his own drum at his parents' chagrin. keux takes advantage of his older age and tends to taunt his youngest sibling, and he sometimes shirks off his household chores to his brother to play hooky.
foulques galath carhaix: the fourth child and baby of the brood, galath is a boy of twelve summers and a bundle of mischievous energy. doted on by his mother, galath spends the less amount of time in the mines and instead follows his mother and sister around the hamlet, curious and bright. a little fearful of his father, galath loves spending time with his grandfather. he idolizes his eldest brother and tries to impress gavain with his fighting skills whenever he comes home. he's often teased by keux for being the youngest. the only other child in the hamlet is paris, and the two have been attached to the hip since they were very young.
#mypost.#ffxiv gpose#ffxiv screenshots#ffxiv oc#ueueeu#i love all of them. unfortunately they're dead#if anyone notices a pattern of the names i'm giving them a cookie#keux took after his dad and peepaw more out of all of them#q.#meta.
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I have a tag from @polutrope for this, and since it's summer break I'm going to not forget to respond for once :-D
So, wanted to get some hiatus rec lists going and encourage some self promo in my friends so how about sharing your top fics no matter how big or small - give us the links to your wonderful words with the Most hits/Most kudos/Most comments/Most bookmarks/Most words/Least words.
And oh goodness, it's been a while since I posted any fic so let's see what comes up!
Most hits: Warriors Such As. Not surprising! (It's a DA2 fic with my Hawke/Fenris and is the last of a series with them, the previous three in the series being much shorter than this one.)
Most kudos: Wool Tinkering. Also not surprising, for who doesn't like fewer than 600 words of Perc'ahlia fluff about knitting? :-D This one still reliably gets kudos e-mails after all these years...
Most comment threads: Soul and Shield. I regret to inform you that this is a work in progress which I last updated in...yikes, 2019? It also is part of a series, this one about my Watcher Violet from Pillars of Eternity (or at least, it's the sequel to Clan and Court, which is happily finished because it was way less ambitious, and which probably should be read first for S&S to make sense?) I do still have my notes for this fic but I don't know if I will manage to finish writing it at this point. I started writing it before Deadfire and...Deadfire did not do much to inspire its continuation, I guess.
Most bookmarks: Beneficium Accipere Libertatem Est Vendere. My Fenris & Varania fic! The bookmarkers have excellent taste, this is one of my own favorites.
Most words: Co-written, there's Prepare For The Dawn at 137K thus far, which is adapted from the Pillars of Eternity ttrpg campaign GMed by @grumpy-jedi and played by @starlightcleric, @dragonologist-phd, @serenbach86, and me. Of my solo fics, it's Soul and Shield...unfinished, yet still the most words at 95K.
Fewest words: Cards and Choices, my first Critical Role fic, 228 words inspired by the moment in game that sold me on Perc'ahlia!
Bonus: Since this tag game emerged from the Tolkien/Silmarillion fandom and my actual Silm fics are not statistical stand-outs up against Critical Role and Dragon Age, honorable mention to Fall of the Hammer about Rog from the Fall of Gondolin, and In the Mirror, also about Gondolin and the only fic I've written about any of my LOTRO characters (hm, wait, that's not true, I had backstory for Linett on the old my.lotro blogs aaaaaages ago when I was still on the Nimrodel server...I should track that down and put it up on AO3 I suppose).
I shall tag (if you want to!) @serenbach86, @dragonologist-phd, @starlightcleric, @queen-scribbles, @risualto, @haledamage, @loquaciousquark and @jadesabre301.
#tag games#ranna writes#...is that my tag? do i have a writing tag? it's been years since i used one if so...
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For the short prompts gabrily telling Edmund and Linette their engagement?
this one is sooo interesting because my first thought was i could write this entire piece as a letter!!!!!
Edmund and Branwen Herondale
Ravenscar Manor, Yorkshire, England
4 January 1880
Mam and Da,
It has been much too long since we have come to see you. I miss you both terribly and think of you often. Will and I hope you are at peace knowing we are happy and together.
And I am especially happy today.
Last night, Gabriel proposed to me!
Da, I imagine that right now you are grumbling to yourself and Mam is scolding you. You may skip all that, as Will has already experienced the seven stages of grief on your behalf in the hours since I broke the news to him despite the fact that he knew it was going to happen.
The rest of this letter may be of only Mam's interest, but I trust that she will share a summary of the event with you in time.
Mam, it was everything I had ever hoped it would be. It was just as you had described--the overwhelming feeling of being loved and your heart racing in your chest wanting to blurt out, "yes!" before he'd even finished speaking.
I knew I was going to marry him, Mam, but Gabriel did well in surprising me with the actual proposal. I swear I could not breathe when I turned and found him down on one knee looking up at me with that smile and those eyes.
He said such romantic things to me that even now I tear up recalling the memory. It was so perfect, I tell you. Snow was falling around us and was all over the ground. There is nothing like the sight and peace of snow falling against a dark night sky with the dim light of the street lamps at the edge of the gates.
And Mam-- he had an engagement ring opened up to me alongside his family ring. It was the most thoughtful gesture anyone has ever made for me. He found the most simple yet meaningful way to honor my life and memories as both a Mundane and a Shadowhunter. He loves all the parts of me. And I love all the parts of him.
I wear both rings now as I write to you and pause after each sentence to admire them. We promised Will it would be a long engagement and I fully intend on letting him have his wedding first. After all, it will take more than mere weeks to plan my wedding.
How I wish I could be with you now to share in my happiness. Know that I love you both dearly and that Gabriel and I are good to each other and that I have not disemboweled Will in his sleep yet.
Nes i mi dy weld di eto,
Cecily
BONUS: A letter from Gabriel to Cecily's parents!
Edmund and Branwen Herondale
Ravenscar Manor, Yorkshire, England
3 January 1880
Mr. and Mrs. Herondale,
I send this letter to you both as a thank you for the warmth and generosity you have shown me since we met. Cecily and Will have always, and still do, speak of you in the highest regards and fondest memories and I understand why.
Admittedly, I also write this letter to you as I prepare the bravery to ask Cecily to marry me. Had circumstances allowed, I'd have preferred to share this with you both in person, no matter how wracked with nerves I am, as I value the opinions of those Cecily holds so near and dear to her heart.
You already know this well, but Cecily is the most amazing, beautiful, smart, witty, and brave person I have ever met in my whole life. I'd be a fool not to realize it. She encourages and supports me to be the best version of myself I can be, and for that, I will never be able to repay her. But I will try each day for the rest of my life.
I promise to protect her, and care for her, support her and above all, love her with everything that I have and am. I love her more than I have ever thought it possible for one person to love another. Love itself doesn't seem to be a strong enough word.
Thank you for being a part of what makes Cecily so special.
With greatest appreciation and gratefulness,
Gabriel Lightwood
#maggie answers#kind anons#gabrily#gabriel lightwood#cecily herondale#wow this made me tear up a bit ngl#they're so in love with each other#goals#cecily lightwood#edmund herondale#linette owens#linette herondale#will herondale
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build a home and wait for someone to tear it down - a helaegon….thing
Helaena comes to him that night, her hair unbound and tucked under her yellow hued dressing robe. Her feet are bare, her toes gently poking out from the bottom of her robe.
Her purpose in his chambers is clear though he did not summon her. Aegon wonders if it is that silently agreed upon day of the week where they try to conceive another prince for the realm and if he simply forgot. Though she’s doing things out of order tonight. He was the one who went to her, the one to initiate any intimacy they shared.
Not the other way around. She never sought him out. Never
They watch each other silently from opposite sides of the room. Aegon is sure that his face is betraying his unease while Helaena’s betrays nothing. Usually he would make some off-handed, cutting remark just to break the tension but his tongue is incapable of such frivolity on this night. And should that fail to send her scurrying away then the simplest and most effective method of dealing with his sister had to be implemented. He would just walk away.
Aegon has no urge to employ either of his usual tactics this evening. Besides, the day’s events had simply proven what he already knew to be true: he was craven. He was a drunk. He was ill suited to rule. The nail in the proverbial coffin had been his mother desperately trying to shield him from Rhaenys and Meleys as if he were still a green boy and not a newly crowned king.
So, tonight Aegon is sober.
Despite the many reasons he has to get piss drunk. Despite the jug of Arbor Gold sitting on the table near the window. Despite the bed itself that’s calling his name after two sleepless nights in a row. Despite all of the many other options available to him, Aegon stays exactly where he is.
Watching. Waiting. Brooding. Distinctly unlike himself but there is a crown on his head now. If there was a time to change, now would be it, wouldn’t it?
Helaena is silent as she glides across the room to him. Her lithe fingers pull at the ribbons holding her robe closed, gently exposing herself to him. She’s not as small as when they married. Her curves have filled out and her bosom has grown heavy, nipples always sensitive and a dusky shade of pink, the duties of a Queen taking their toll on his sister-wife.
Aegon’s stomach tightens. His queen. It should not be as foreign of a concept as it is. He’s known since he was old enough to understand that he would be king and, naturally, that meant whoever his lady wife was would be his queen. But now that they are there, in the moment they’ve all been preparing for their entires lives, it tastes sour on his tongue. None of the sweetness that people told him came with power.
He tells himself that it is out of habit that his eyes move towards the bottle of wine. It is not a long look. His dry throat will not be moistened with wine. He knows that but still he thirsts.
Aegon tries to stop his mouth from watering, from twitching in his seat as Helaena lowers herself to her knees in front of him. They have been married long enough for her to know that this particular sight always sends him into the deepest pits of arousal. For so long, the thought of anyone kneeling to him had been foreign - a fantasy that could only be played out by the whores he paid to forget that he was a prince. No one groveled before a drunken prince with no title to his name.
He supposes all of that is about to change.
“I did not summon you,” Aegon murmurs, reaching out to twist a strand of her hair between his fingers. Helaena’s eyes flutter, her fingers clenching for a brief moment before relaxing again. He drops her hair and presses his fist to his mouth, stopping himself from saying something foolish, from opening that inner door that his sister has been knocking in since they wed, before turning back to the fire. “I have no need of you. Go back to our brother. We both know that is where you would rather spend your night.”
Helaena doesn’t move, sliding her hands further up his thighs towards the laces of his breeches. Aegon watches her pale, thin fingers dance along the dark green fabric with the same anxiety that he feels when she insists on playing with her bugs in front of him. He should stop her.
Grab her hands. Crush her fingers. Bend her wrists back until they snap.
Aegon blinks and meets Helaena’s wide, purple eyes. He can’t hold her gaze for long. A crown on his head hasn’t changed that much between them. Not that it bothers Helaena, she simply licks her lips and gently pulls the knots of his laces loose as if he’d said nothing at all.
He’s never been properly attracted to his wife. Has never been able to overcome the simple fact that he did not choose her. It isn’t like it is between her and Aemond - there’s no comraderie between himself and his sister-wife, no common ground that either of them is willing to stand upon. He surprises himself when he realizes that he wishes that there were.
“Is it not right and proper to please my King?” Helaena asks, hands still at his crotch and her eyes impossibly large. “Is this not what you are due, Your Grace?”
#helaegon#helaena x aegon#house of the dragon#aegon ii targaryen#helaena targaryen#this will literally go nowhere but i had to get it out of my head#linette writes#build a home#this is all your getting!!!!!!!
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this has been said so many times (i’m not sure if it matters)
a rivermoms series
the mamas who raised them. these are their stories.
and i’m dizzy on dreams
hermione gomez has always known what she wanted from life and the first step has always been to leave riverdale behind.
bury me in memory
no one could ever say that alice smith was swept along by the current of life. a victim of circumstances. someone who settles for the easier path.no.alice smith made her own decisions and she stuck by them. come hell or high water, she stuck by them.
an only child of the universe
she’s named for a saint of selflessness. a mother who gave up everything to help her son reach sainthood.too bad gladys laurence isn’t the self-sacrificing type.
keep my jealousy close (cause it’s all mine)
penelope blossom remembers what it means to be loved unconditionally. she remembers what it means to be in control of one’s life. she remembers and remembers until one day . . . she forgets. (TBA)
the girl whose lips couldn’t move fast enough
there was a plan that led to a path that led to a life. sierra samuels has known this as long as she’s known that the sky is blue and the grass is green. she’s always known this. yet still - she cannot make her feet move forward for that next step. (TBA)
bulletproof loneliness
mary anderman was born in riverdale. she was raised in riverdale. her entire world started at the banks of the sweetwater river and ended at the train tracks that bordered sunnyside trailer park. mary anderman is riverdale to her very core. if she spent her free time checking the bus depot departure times, then that was her business and no one else’s. (TBA)
#riverdale#rivermoms#parentdale#linette writes#these are their stories#penelope blossom#sierra mccoy#mary andrews#alice cooper#hermione lodge#gladys jones#i just....am obsessed with the graphics i made for this series#i'll be updating this post with links as i publish the rest of the fics in this series#i just didn't want this lingering in my drafts for the rest of time lol#fic series
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cool! I'm starving tid content so I will for sure check out for those if you post, do you have some lines from them without context?
I have just one line from the Gabrily one, which is mostly about Gabriel and his relationship with Anna and Kit (so they will also appear in this one). It was meant to be for father's day but then I had to finish some requests and it got delayed
“You’re a good father,” Anna said. “You’ve always been.”
While the Wessa fic is about Tessa finding out she is pregnant with Lucie. She is spending Christmas with Will and little James (even here Gabrily with little Anna may appear) at Ravenscar Manor so where Edmund and Linette lived.
You have to know I looove writing about characters finding out they are pregnant lmao so you may have seen this in other fics I've written as well and I will write it 1234 times more probably XD
“How far along you are, my dear?” Will’s mother wondered. They only had two servants at Ravenscar Manor, but they were given the day off since it was Christmas. Tessa didn’t mind helping Linette as they arranged teacups on a tray.
“I’m sorry, what?” Tessa asked, startled. She almost made one cup fall on the ground.
Will’s mother put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. “You don’t know? Oh, I believed so.”
“I… still have to check,” Tessa replied shyly. From the place she was, she could see Will sitting on the sofa with his father Edmund. Little James, that was just a few months old, was in his arms of his grandfather as he entertained the kid.
#posta#love writing about pregnancies and wedding proposals and first nights together but I don't care about those irl lol
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a short chapter this time :)
@nqds and @skeelly (i just realised im just dragging you into my writing omg im so sorry)
Aurelia
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Amithi found the entrance.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard that much swearing honestly.
Iris was pissed and wouldn’t stop complaining how unfair it was, Amithi wouldn’t stop gloating.
“Are you sure this is the entrance?” Harper questions, looking puzzled at the grey stone.
“Yes I’m sure!” Amithi rolls her eyes. “It’s not exactly every day that you fall through a mountain.”
I stare at the two columns, the rocks are basically floating, barely touching each other, hovering, above one another in a precarious balance that one touch could shatter.
“Well Aur, this is it,” Iris says appearing beside me. I nod, unable to speak. This is it. This is the place my Mama and Papa would tell stories about. The place that would enchant my sleep, twisting magic into my dreams in ways that made me believe that this world, hidden under a mountain, reached out to me. When I woke in the mornings, the remnants of the dream curling in the bottom of my stomach, settling, resting, as if the magic was still there.
I push forward stretching my hand out, my palm brushing just over the stone. I look back to Amithi for conformation and lean forward. There is the slightest amount of resistance for a moment before my hand falls through. A gasp escapes me before I can even think.
Its real. As much as I knew it was, the smallest part of me didn’t expect it to be real.
Childish awe surges through me as I watch the illusion of the mountain flicker around my hand. I take a deep breath and step forward, walking through the rock. My body basically ignites and the feeling that lives in my gut awakens and springs to life as if saying its home.
I step into a tunnel lit by small floating fires near the rounded ceiling.
Footsteps follow me and gasps erupt from the girls and royals. We only just stepped into a tunnel, and it already seems… more. More than the world we were just in seconds ago.
Turning around I look each of my girls in the eye, avoiding the hateful stares of the royals – who paused their scowling to look up, their eyes widening in awe.
“There is no turning back after this. I’m giving you one last chance to leave, take it or leave it.”
Iris wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into a side hug. “Aurelia, stop being stupid. None of us are leaving you. None of us. You got that?” she pulls back to look me in the eyes. “We’re with you, so shut up.”
That cracks a smile out of me.
“Alright then ladies, lets move.”
We make our way down the passageway, admiring the way the fire looks almost frozen, keeping its shape but still lighting the way.
The earthy scent of the ground twists around us and as we move deeper into the cave a gentle breeze picks up getting stronger as we walk.
When a light appears in front of us we all pause.
“Where are we coming out?” Linette asks.
“The Air Quart,” Beatrice answers before I can. She spent just as much time as me agonising over maps of the Underlands when we were younger.. It was tradition for the next weapons master and general to travel with the heir when they made the journey.
The air grows lighter and picks up twisting around each of us as if sensing our souls and testing them.
Somehow Avena passes.
Squinting against the light, I fight to see where the cave ends, the dirt ends abruptly and is replaced with lush grass so green you’d think it was dyed. I look up into the world and—
“Holy Avenstar,” Amithi breathes, her voice full of wonder – her use of the god’s name takes me by surprise considering her lack of faith in the Gods.
The world is a painting, crafted with reverence and beauty. Tall, thin trees dot the land in front of us shading the earth below. The grass and the sky meet on the horizon in a clash of bright colours. Birds mark the crystal skies, not a cloud in sight. We’re stepping into a dream. The mountain behind us is no longer there, it’s now just a steep hill the entrance to the tunnel covered in the same way it was on the other side. The only mark that it’s there is the two barely noticeable, darker swirls in the grass pointing to the opening.
The temptation to forego this entire journey and just live in this place, with butterflies and birds twittering in the air.
But anger burns in my gut. I’m not throwing this away, I’m not forgetting the sacrifices Mama, Papa and Blaire made for me to get this far.
Never.
A scream explodes into the day breaking the reverie. We hesitate for a moment before another scream rings out.
I move before I realise I am. Everyone hot on my heels following the cries of the person.
Only later when I’m about to sleep will I realise that I saw a piece of cloth on the ground outside of the entrance in the mountain.
That someone is leading the Royal Guard to us.
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Quote from [REDACTED] by Linette Reeman! One of my fav poems.
Writing reads:
fxck/mxrry/kxll are my pronouns my gender is whatever i can fit into a backpack
#poetry#gif#my art#poems#prose#gender#queer#pottery#I really love how this turned out.#it was a manganese wash and then the handle and inside were glazed w celadon
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