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microfeelings · 27 days

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Yeah I'm sharing them now because if I decide to wait to pass them digitally I will ✨never do it✨

Spiderverse x One Piece AU!

A little something that started as an exercise in character design and then I got a little bit into it lmao

I did design the rest of the East Blue Crew but uh... they were kinda ugly/boring, I put more effort into these two because they're the 💕favs💕

Info, kinda. Honestly I don't have a lot thought out its mostly random ideas that mushed together sort of resemble a well put together au, just like everything I do <3

Nami:

- Spider-Woman of her universe, while her design isn't exactly original I really liked using her orange and blue colors. She has the spider logo on her back because she hates spiders and hates looking at them lmao

- In her universe, her best friend Usopp died when she failed to save him (kinda her "Gwen Stacy" but he was just a friend)

- Has electricity powers, her spidey senses are also really in tune with the climate for some reason

- She has a staff (not pictured) she fights with, and also uses the environment to her favor, not the biggest fan of fighting hand to hand because (compared to other Spider-people) shes not as physically strong

- Has a few enemies and nemesis that she fights, Arlong being the most important/strong one

- She's actually quite happy to know other Spider-people, tho she was kinda shocked when she saw Usopp... It was awkard for both of them...

Usopp:

- The first Spider-man in his world, there are some things of his design I would change (mainly the sweatband, I would change the colors), but I'm actually quite happy with his design. Where does his nose go with the mask on? The same place Hobbie's hair goes, idk..

- In his universe, his best friend Nami died, Usopp failing to protect her

- Uncanny precision with his webfluids, also figths using the environment

- Unfortunately isn't a well received Spider-man 😔, gets complaints about destruction of property or how he's "pretty coward for a superhero"

- Really would rather focus on saving civilians from natural disasters, as he's also not as physically strong (compared to other Spider-people), but it seems every weirdo on the block decided they really need to beat this teenager up, so he also has some enemies...

- Super excited about meeting other Spider-people and finally being able to share life experiences with them, and then met Nami, or Spider-Woman Nami and it was awkard and uncomfortable (but they became besties, bittersweet moment)

Extra stuff from the rest of the East Blue Crew:

- Luffy's spiderman name is Spider-King and the rest of the Spidermans where like "I can't decide if that's the best or the worst name I've ever heard...". Well Usopp thinks it's kinda cool, and wishes he had chosen a cooler name for himself, might be too late for a new signature 🤔, Nami and Sanji think it's stupid, Zoro is undecided

- Sanji does not have a spider logo, even tho his name is Spider-man because he hates spiders

- Zoro is the second Spider-man from his universe, the first one being Kuina, she died and he took her place

- Sanji has fire inmunity

- Zoro carries like 5 extra pockets of web fluids cause he takes "longer routes" (he gets lost a lot)

#my art #one piece #nami #usopp #god usopp #monkey d. luffy #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #and i dont know what else to tag. i never got around to making the rest of the crew :(#because the next one was chopper and I had zero (0) ideas on what to do with him lmaoo #i guess he could be a reindeer bitten by a radioactive spider??? and he talks... But I also wanna make him human? 🤷‍♀️#just know if I do ever get to designing the rest robin will be the coolest #also will the rest of the ebc see the light of day? ehhh probably not? maybe zoro.. hes the least ugly 😔#luffy ended up too generic and sanji ended up too 'waiter' lmao #i didnt put much of namis backstory because hers is very similar to gwen in spiderverse and thats kinda boring but idk what to change 🤔#usopps backstory is his mom is still not dead but in a hospital and he lies to her saying he personally knows spiderman #but she knows 😔 and she worries #anyways. I dont have any plans with this au lmao. it was just for the drawings 😭 (that i did last year)#if anyone likes the idea and wants to expand or just run with it they have my full permission 🤷‍♀️#also wow. ignore my ugly ass handwriting dkdkkfk i promise it looks better nowadays (no one cares. no ones even looking at it. still)

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petricorah · 2 months

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#i have two comics that are close to done and dont know which one to finish #ones oblivious pining and the others joking about dating the blue spirit #also i have tickets to see the ATLA concert tomorrow?!? im so excited #ahh i have so many zukka comics planned but im not sure which one to start on next #ones a longer post canon one about sokka drinking cactus juice and confessing and zuko doesnt know how to say he feels the same when sokka #puts his life on the line for him #another is the 'do you regret it' betrothal one thats not really angsty #one's a redo of my tea shop au with sokka being the college kid who comes in to work lte at night #ones a canon one about zuko getting sick and not knowing how to trust the gaang #i really like that one but its not really shippy #and then more. so. many more that i dont know which to start #hajsjdj #notmyart #CRAP I NEED TO SET UP MY STORE #i might just accept that maybe ill take a loss this first time and do it before i cant anymore. just do the easiest platform and just Go

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liquidstar · 1 month

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a friend who'd wait :)

#im posting this very late because i was sort of weary of how it came out and ended up messing w it until it was like 4am oops.#and i have plans tmrw so... oh well! i did my best and ill put it out while i can!#and i tried to make the scene match barnard's colors lol #finn's ocs #finn's art #i know i said id do more sillay stuff with the simpler screentone only style but i had a couple more of these in me #and this is the first piece im making thats like an actual part of the story too rather than just setting stuff for fun #i wanna write something to go with it too but for now ill just sort of briefly explain the context in the tags here:#barnard has a pretty bad case of OCD and his compulsions have made it difficult to make friends in the past #he was never outright bullied or anything but people just didnt really have the patience to deal with it #he has compulsions that include stuff like walking through doors until it feels right and needing things to be perfectly aligned #which in group settings has lead to people having to wait for him to finish his rituals and join them #they might find it tolerable at first but eventually they grow impatient and hes just... not invited to stuff anymore #but juno is a newer member of the guild who ends up frequenting the same library. hes also kinda a little weird #and they dont become fast friends or anything but just sort of naturally spend time in the same place #though they never plan meetups they eventually fall into a routine. around the same time theyd just both be at the library #and read next to each other. and maybe talk a bit. and eventually they end up walking back to the guildhall together #since theyre going to the same place after all. and juno always waits for barnard outside the door #eventually barnard asks if this bothers him. juno kinda just tells him 'of course it does' without any malice or anything. just a statement #barnard is surprised and apologizes and juno says not to. but the next day juno doesnt show up at the usual time.#barnard assumes hes committed somekinda more by bringing it up. he ends up staying there late reading to get his mind off it & not ruminate #but when he leaves juno is in fact still waiting for him down the hall (see pic) having collected a bunch of books literally abt ocd #he fell asleep bc barnard stayed later than expected. and hes an eepy guy generally. and also one very bad at expressing himself #but now barnard gets that juno's 'of course it [bothers me]' had the implication of 'but its worth it' which no friend has previously done.#and from the interaction juno was also able to understand that this isn't something barnard just does for the hell of it so. he studies.#and checks a bunch of stuff out because he thinks it could help his friend too (theres ocd workbooks and such- i remember working w them)#and thats the point where they became more ''friends'' than ''pleasant library acquaintances''#from there on they also do get into juno's problems. whole other bag of worms. but this specific scene is more about bernard from his pov #sorry about when i said briefly explain. i lied </3 #but compared to the whole sequence im picturing its brief so shhh

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anawrites3 · 6 months

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Yesterday I've been hit 🤛🤛 with an idea for a scene where Renegade Dick does something wrong, like a really big really serious mistake and Slade obviously needs/wants to punish him for it.

The scene is basically Dick being scared shitless, just begging and pleading for his master to have mercy while Slade drags him off to a cell

It would be fun to write, it would be some sort of writing practice too BUT I DONT HAVE TIME TO WRITE IT

#i have so much on my shoulders this week #im going to fucking cry at one point #ill get through it #ill be fine #i just need to bitch and maybe cry just a bit #seriously dont mind me #ill get my shit done by next week #and then!!! I'll write it #I'll be very happy about it #and THEN I'll start on treats for the exchange #yeah #thats the plan #we can do it let's fucking go

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stranded-in-the-gobi-desert · 10 months

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hello....... xiyao hunger games au........ pls say more

are they both tributes

hello anon u have opened a can of worms i have been thinking abt this au for over a year. my xiyao hunger games au.... theyre technically both tributes, just not in the same games..?

they meet each other as victors, a few days after meng yao wins his games, as he waits for his victor interview with ceaser flickerman.

lan xichen had won the games previous to this, dominating both the in-game and out-of-game play, his early life career training from belonging to district 1 combined with his 'prince charming' aura makes him a favourite for the capitoltes, who clamour to sponsor him, and a BEAST in the games.

meng yao, who was not of a fan of the games as so much he saw it as an egregious feat of capitol power, and a fascinating lesson in propaganda, watched this with both awe and an analytical eye.

he would not volunteer for the games (he's neither stupid nor suicidal), but if the opportunity came to either rise up from the poor life he's living in district 11, or give his mother one less mouth to feed, he'd grab the chance with both hands.

they won in contrasting ways, due to their very different backgrounds and personalities

lan xichen won with honour (as much as children killing other children can be considered honourable). mainting his single alliance with his district mate until the end, winning with a final sword duel that had the capitolites swooning in their seats. he's the image of perfection, a low kill count leaves little blood to mar his image.

meng yao won with deception, almost all his kills coming from either literal or figurative backstabbing. as one of the underdogs, and malnourished 15 years old from district 11, he wouldnt win in a straight fight with most tributes, let alone the careers. despite this, he left a bloody trail behind him to become victor, with 2 direct and 4 infirect kills under his belt. (he's still a capitol darling, as most victors are, but in a more - we like you right now but we can and will turn on you if you make a slight mistake)

meng yao did not expect to win once reaped and is struggling to deal with being alive when he thought he'd be dead, so is having a minor breakdown waiting to be interviewed.

lan xichen decides to visit the new victor and give them some advice on how to deal with the victory tour and [gestures vageuly to capitol] that, and kindly interrupts the start of said breakdown. this somehow leads into mimicking the iconic hand-caressing-intense-eye-contact-meeting scene from cql (i love the scenet too much not to include it).

ANYWAYS this is getting too long now, but just know that meng yao had a MASSIVE crush on lan xichen as he watched him win his games, and if it weren't for his mini breakdown whilst waiting to be interviewed he would totally be internally fangirling, and that lan xichen is completealy enamoured with meng yao after meeting him once.

they become a favourite capitol pairing (not couple just yet), constrasting heights and images creating a perfect pair (this is self indulgeant).

hopefully this makes some sense to u anon, and u enjoyed the rambling

#wiggles asks #xiyao #lan xichen #meng yao #apologies this got so long anon i rambled sm #i love hunger games au sm i always end up planning one for every fandom i get into #as per usual this took me like an hour to write akldsfjg #hopefully u found some of this interesting #nie mingjue is the next year's victor (i cant help 3zun ok.) and the three of them do become tentative friends #i have an excel spreadsheet planning meng yao;s games out adklfsjghr #although meng yao did kill of one nie mingjue's friends (? more like they trained together.. coworker??) so thats some beef they have #its mostly one sided at the beginning bc nmj gets annoed at my when he watches them bc he doesnt quite grasp the reality of the games until #he enters (and then has complicated feelings abt it once he examines them)#oh also jgs is a former victor thats also why my is interested in the games #i would have made them both tributes but i cant handle that level of drama and planning.#im saying that as if i dont have a full spreadsheet and 10 different notes planning the timeline a;dklsfjg

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partystoragechest · 5 months

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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, Lady Samient escapes the banquet, to check on Trevelyan.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,780. Rating: all audiences. Warnings: swearing.)

Chapter 26: The Banquet - Part 3

Lady Samient of Samient, daughter of Duke Samient, was considering crime.

Specifically, she was considering whether the daughter of a Duke (you know which) would be able to, say, punch the mask clean off the face of a Comtesse, without hearing a peep from the Council of Heralds. It wasn’t as if she had anything to lose.

Fortunately for Comtesse Bervard, before Lady Samient could test such boundaries, the banquet came to an end.

Samient, freed from the constraints of her seat and the tyranny of the table, headed directly for the guest suites. But she was not a fool in this; an inconspicuous level of urgency (polite trotting, one could call it) was maintained all the way.

She did not know what to expect when she entered the corridor that housed her and the other Ladies’ rooms. Quiet, perhaps. Crying, maybe.

But what she heard, to her surprise and delight, was laughter. And it came from Lady Erridge’s room.

“This one, this one!” said the giddy voice of Erridge herself. “What does it look like to you!?”

“Lady Erridge!” replied a breathless Lady Trevelyan, scolding only in jest. “That is not polite!”

“We are not in polite company, Lady Trevelyan, and we may say what we like! And I think it looks like—”

Samient poked her head through the door. “Ladies?”

All foolery ceased at once; the startled Ladies had frozen where they lay. Yes, ‘lay’—for they were on their bellies, on the floor, poring over some large cooking tome. Lady Trevelyan used a teddy bear as a chinrest.

“Lady Samient!” Erridge greeted, struggling to speak with the latent giggles still echoing in her throat. “We are choosing a recipe to cook, and I think we should make a plum tart!”

“Lady Erridge, no!” Trevelyan protested.

“But we already have all the ingredients! For Lady Trevelyan’s dress is plum, and covered in sugar!”

They burst into laughter anew. Though Samient did not join them, she smiled to see it.

“Maker,” gasped Trevelyan, “I cannot believe that at the beginning of this night, that was my greatest concern.”

“Yes,” Samient said, “so I am glad you’re well, after all that’s happened.”

Lady Trevelyan pushed herself to sitting. “I am. Thanks to Lady Erridge.” She gave her an appreciative tip of the head.

Samient agreed—even if she was slightly jealous of how masterfully Lady Erridge had taken the reins. “You were quick with it.”

Erridge squirmed. “Well, I can’t take all the credit. Lady Trevelyan gave me the idea.”

Trevelyan seemed as much surprised by this as anyone. “I did?”

“Oh, yes! You said you wouldn’t move from your seat unless it was ‘life or death’! Hence I made it so!”

Samient laughed. “Clever.”

“Clever indeed,” Trevelyan concurred.

Lady Erridge—eager, it seemed, to move the conversation away from her cleverness—shuffled up onto her knees. “What happened after we were gone?” she asked Samient. “Did they talk about us?”

Samient’s mind reluctantly drifted back towards the sound of the music emanating from the floor below.

“Briefly,” she answered, for the Comtesse had obviously commented. ‘Convenient’, she’d called it. But Samient wasn’t going to tell them that. Nor would she tell them what she said in reply. “Fortunately, Lady Montilyet’s arrival disrupted them. She wished to know what had happened to Lady Erridge.”

“What did you tell her?” Trevelyan asked.

“That Lord Pavus explained. He said she was choking, and that you had taken her outside. Lady Montilyet said she would call for a healer, but the Commander offered to do it instead. He was off before she could stop him.”

And, by complete accident, as his hand had left the table, a napkin had slipped with it. One that looked strikingly similar to the little cloth Lady Trevelyan clutched in her hand now.

“Oh, yes,” said Erridge, “he came to see if we were quite all right.”

Samient nodded. “Once he was gone, Montilyet told us all to relax, had our goblets refilled, and then went back to her own table. Conversation moved on.”

“What about when the Commander returned?” asked Trevelyan.

Skipping ahead, but Lady Trevelyan wasn’t to know that. For while the Commander was gone, Samient had spied scattered whispers at the other table. Montilyet, to the Left Hand of the Divine; the Left Hand, to a guard; the guard, left the room.

“The Commander informed Lady Montilyet all was well,” she recounted, “and returned to his seat. He said you’d taken Lady Erridge to her room, to recover. Everyone bought it.”

“Good,” said Erridge.

“He disappeared again some minutes later. A guard came and whispered something about an urgent matter.” Coincidentally, the same guard who’d been sent away by the Left Hand. “The Commander departed. Whatever it was must’ve been important, because the guard returned for the Left Hand soon after.”

Lady Trevelyan nodded at this, quite solemnly—though that was hardly a revelation. Samient had already supposed it was something to do with Ostwick Circle.

“Neither returned before the feast ended. I came as soon as I was able, so I don’t know what has happened since.”

“Where is the Baroness?” wondered Lady Erridge.

Still downstairs, though they had briefly spoken before Samient left: “She stayed behind, to do the rounds. She didn’t want to raise suspicion. ‘Others’ would say it should only take one of us to check on you.”

Meaning Comtesse Bervard. And she needn’t suspect any more than she already did.

And yet, it seemed the banquet could not hold the Baroness for long. As if summoned by their mention of her, her voice resounded down the hall:

“Ladies!”

Samient backed out of the door frame, to glance at her coming. She wasn’t alone.

“Baroness, with a maid,” she whispered to the others.

They sprang to action. Erridge snapped her book shut and slid it under a chair. Trevelyan stuffed the teddy bear behind a cushion. Both took to proper seats: Erridge hunched over a little, rasping, whilst Trevelyan rubbed her back.

Their arrivals would be none the wiser.

“Baroness,” Samient greeted, as she and the maid came to the door. “Lady Erridge is doing well.”

“I am glad to hear it,” said the Baroness. “Lady Montilyet, of course, sends her regards—”

She gestured to the maid, who bore a small tray with two matching plates of food, and two matching drinks. Samient recognised them: the same dessert that had been served at the banquet. How thoughtful.

“Her Ladyship did not wish the Ladies to go hungry, and thought Lady Erridge might need something for her throat.”

“Perfect.” Samient indicated a console table nearby. “Set it down there, please.”

The maid did as told, curtsied to the room, and left. The moment she had vanished from the end of the hall, the Baroness shut the door.

“That fucking woman!” she spat in Orlesian.

Samient replied in the same tongue: “The Comtesse?”

“Who else?”

“Still entertaining down there, is she?”

“Not the word I would use,” the Baroness fumed.“You know, I almost had her former fiancé in bed once, but I decided against it, because it was not worth the trouble she would cause. But now—!”

“Which fiancé?” Samient interrupted to say, reminding the Baroness—with a sense of satisfaction—that more than one man had left the Comtesse at the altar. Unsurprisingly.

The Baroness replied proudly: “The first one.”

“The professor? Ha. You should’ve.”

“Is he particularly handsome?” asked Lady Erridge.

The Baroness turned to her in confusion. Samient’s eyes widened. “I forgot I taught you that,” she muttered.

“Sorry,” said Erridge. “I couldn’t help but overhear. Quite literally.”

“You know Orlesian?” Lady Trevelyan asked.

Erridge nodded. “Lady Samient has been teaching me. And chess, too! In return, I’ve been teaching her some of the more difficult stitches.”

Their little secret was out. Samient smirked. “What else were we supposed to do while you two are at work?”

“Oh, I do not blame you!” Trevelyan clarified. “I merely wish I had known myself before I procured a job. I could’ve enrolled in your schooling instead. And I would understand what was just said.”

“I was fantasising revenge,” admitted the Baroness. “And to answer your question, Lady Erridge: very handsome.”

The look on Lady Trevelyan’s face suggested she had, from context, put some of the mystery together. “Well, don’t do anything rash on my behalf.”

“Not rash. Long overdue.” Her plan settled, Touledy relaxed into herself a little more. “Are you all right? Dorian was concerned for you.”

“I’m quite all right. Lady Erridge has been good company.”

Lady Erridge shied again.

“I was just telling them what had happened after they left,” Samient informed Touledy. “All the comings and goings.”

“Indeed. They have a discreet little system for disseminating information,” the Baroness mused. “I’m not sure I quite understand it. No one said anything explicit. But—there was one thing I noticed.”

The other Ladies leant in, even Samient. It would be intriguing to hear the perspective of the other end of the table.

“After the Commander had taken his leave, before Lady Montilyet moved on, Dorian played with the cutlery on his plate. Fork towards the Comtesse, knife towards the former seat of our Lady Trevelyan. Montilyet glanced at it as she was telling us all to drink more.”

“Oh, that is tricky!” said Lady Erridge.

And it quite explained all the whispering Samient had observed at the other table, once Montilyet had returned to it.

“Anyway, I suppose you told them the Commander and Left Hand vanished afterwards?” the Baroness asked Samient, who nodded. “Neither came back. Either there has been some great coincidence, and another event has occurred elsewhere that requires their attention—or they are dealing with this one.”

“Good,” said Samient. “Saves hiring a bard.”

“Lady Samient!” Lady Trevelyan gasped.

“What? We are Orlesian, and she insulted us all. There are consequences.”

“And I am sure the Inquisition shall mete them out ably.”

“Indeed,” Baroness Touledy agreed. “But what is most important is that you are well. And having seen you are, I think I shall leave you to enjoy your dessert, and finish my rounds.”

The idea of going back nauseated Samient. “I think I shall head to bed,” she lied. “It’s been a long day.”

“Yes,” said Lady Trevelyan. “Once I have eaten, I shall do the same.”

Samient narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t the only liar.

She knew well enough that once they had all gone off to bed, Lady Trevelyan would not sleep. Not just for the evening she’d had, but for the fact that Samient knew Lady Trevelyan was often sneaking out after nightfall.

She’d heard the footsteps pass by her room on occasion, and on others, had glanced out to see whom it might be. Sometimes it was the Baroness. It was never Erridge.

The last of the evening light slipped away. Night came over the fortress in the form of a blanket of stars. Samient blew out the final candle in her room, and waited.

She did not have to wait for long.

Feet, with practiced quietness, snuck past her door. Samient would not have even heard them, were she not listening out. And given that they were not joined by the characteristic tap of a cane, she knew whose they were.

Of course, she let them pass. She did not wish to confront Trevelyan here. Instead, she waited just a few seconds more.

Silence. Peaceful dark. Disturbed only by the creak of Samient’s door, as she slipped out to follow.

The footsteps led her in the direction of the stairs, which she snuck down in turn. When she arrived at the Great Hall, she could see no Trevelyan—but the door on the opposite side, to the garden, swung shut.

Samient hurried through the candelit hall, making herself of little note to the night watch posted around. Unperturbed, she ventured on into the garden.

In the moonlight, Samient saw her: Lady Trevelyan, a bedcoat thrown over her shoulders and boots lazily pulled on, journeying over the stepping stone trail. Samient pursued from the shadows of the arcade, tracing her path between each column.

Trevelyan ascended; a flight of stairs at the far side of the garden took her up to the battlements. Samient found her way to the foot, but stopped.

Voices.

“Commander?” said Lady Trevelyan.

So that was what she was sneaking off to do? Interesting. Yet, she sounded surprised.

“Forgive me, I”—his voice was quieter, harder to hear—“disturbing you—sure you’re all right.”

Oh. Not a regular occurrence, then. From what Samient could tell, that is.

The Lady Trevelyan assured him she was well, her voice growing softer as her footsteps moved away. Samient crept a little higher up the staircase.

“—dealt with,” the Commander said, hopefully in reference to the Comtesse Bervard.

“Thank you,” Lady Trevelyan replied. “But let that be the last we speak of it, for now.”

“Of course. I am sorry for”—interrupting?—“your stargazing.”

“That is quite all right; it is usually I who disrupts your route.”

“Not at all,” he replied, “I find I have been… walking more often, of late.”

Samient’s eyes flared; she could listen to no more of this. As loud as could pierce the night air through, she cleared her throat:

“M-hm!”

Perhaps it would have been better to turn away, and leave them to talk longer. But the Commander would have other chances to speak to Lady Trevelyan—this was Samient’s last. There would not be another night.

The conversation halted. Samient rose up the last of the steps, and finally viewed what she had only heard. A startled Lady Trevelyan, bedcoat drawn tight against the cold, and a braced Commander, still in his banquet wear. Long night.

The glow of a nearby torch flickered in Trevelyan’s wide eyes. “Lady Samient, the Commander was—”

“Just passing by,” said Samient. “I know.”

The Commander took this allowance with grace, and nodded to her. “Good night,” he said, bowing.

He must have thought Samient would not notice his little glance at Trevelyan, whilst he was bent low. But she did. And she thought it terrible. Terrible and sweet.

Still, despite any apparent reluctance, he straightened, and turned, and withdrew towards the mage tower.

It was only once he had finally disappeared behind it, that either Lady spoke.

“Lady Samient, the Commander was just speaking to me about what happened today,” Trevelyan hurriedly said, “it relates to the Comtesse—what she said, and the mages who were—”

Samient held up a hand. “Lady Trevelyan, I am not the Comtesse Bervard. Whatever happened… I am sorry. And if you would prefer not to tell me about it, then it is none of my business.”

Trevelyan nodded. “Thank you.”

“Nor is it any of my business why you were speaking to the Commander. It shouldn’t be anyone’s but yours.”

“It wasn’t—we, we weren’t…”

Samient glared, until Trevelyan stopped her stammering. “Lady Trevelyan, whatever happens between you and the Commander is yours.” She stalked closer. “Do not let anyone else dictate it. Not the other Ladies, not Ambassador Montilyet—not even your parents.”

Lady Trevelyan’s brow, stuck high and in shock, slowly began to crease.

“Be with him if that is what you want. But only if it is what you want. Do not let them dictate your life.”

“Lady Samient, I—don’t understand. I appreciate the notion, but...”

“I simply wished to tell you.” Samient glanced away, as the determination that shielded her pain began to fall, and a familiar ache consumed her chest. “I have always seen you as a kindred spirit, Lady Trevelyan.”

“Are you all right?”

Samient shook her head, and opened her arms. Through her bewilderment, Trevelyan accepted them. An awkward, estranged embrace, perhaps—but the only thing, at that moment, holding Samient together.

“What’s happening?” Trevelyan asked, parting from her. “Why does this sound like farewell?”

“Didn’t the other Ladies tell you?” Samient said. “I have no hope of the Commander. I am to return home in a day’s time.”

“What?” Lady Trevelyan’s head shook. “No, no—why? Can’t you stay? If you planned for the full month, then...”

“There is little point in it. I must go.”

Trevelyan pulled her back in, embracing her entirely. Her grip around Samient tightened, unrelenting, in denial of the fact that she would, at some point, have to let go.

“I will miss you,” she whispered.

“And I you,” replied Samient, her eyes trailing to the view of Equinor above. “But my home calls.”

Which was the truth. She just did not clarify which home she was called to.

#cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #commander cullen #unwanted #unwanted fic #obviously things might be slow over the holiday season #i am autistic if you couldn't tell so this is not my favourite time of year #anyway we have officially hit the halfway mark #i do have an optimistic goal of finishing the fic before its one year anniversary but thats um... difficult #anyway i've finished the planning for the next arc and it is 9k words itself lol #i am. VERBOSE.

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