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People keep requesting to add my fic to collections and I don’t know if they know this, and I don’t know if people who allow their own stories know this, but once you add your story to a collection, the owner of the collection can perform fuckery with your story.
Like, I’m REALLY glad that collections exist, and I’ve put my work into some collections when I made those things specifically for those collectuons. Collections are a useful tool for things like bangs, where the stories need to be hidden until the reveal….. but that also means that the person in charge has the ability to hide your works from the public. Like, without you agreeing, because you already “agreed” to that by submitting to the collection. Which means works you previously had available suddenly disappear from where people can find them.
What I’m saying is please stop random requests to random people to be in your random collections. I know you probably don’t have ill intentions, but there’s no way to tell. And if you’re getting requests to be part of random collections, please be aware that if you approve them, you won’t be the only one in control of some elements of your posted stories, including whether or not they “exist” to the average reader. If they mark the collection as “unrevealed,” you story stops being accessible to the public. And they have the option to mark the collection “anonymous” which I’m pretty sure turns the author from being You to being Anonymous.
And I say all of this because I have seen this happen to people. I have had friends whose stories “disappeared” because they approved a random collection invite and the collection owner turned everything “unrevealed” (likely without even knowing or understanding that it would hide it for EVERYONE not just hide the collection so no one would see they had it, it’s not like a private bookmark). And while I haven’t seen anyone do this maliciously (at least none I can prove) I can see where it could be USED maliciously. So please, just be careful out there.
I wish AO3 had a way to auto decline collection invites- they gave us a way to auto-accept, so I don’t understand why the opposite isn’t true. If I wanted my story to be part of a collection, I’d submit it myself.
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You know, I do hate looking through all the notes I made for Soft Respite and realizing I had a whole other Davenport bit that would have been PERFECT for chapter 17. It just means that chapter 18 is going to start out with some more Davenport, but goddamn. A word of advice: try to keep your notes and pre-written snippets all in one place!
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It just occurred to me that people might actually want to see my Lucretia/Soft Respite playlist. Here it is! As one of my first spotify playlists, it’s not the biggest. I’m always looking for more songs if anyone has rec, though! And who knows? If I get enough recs, I might make a whole other playlist!
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It might be past midnight but on god this fic is getting updated tonight
Here’s an excerpt for yall, a little taste of what’s to come
Davenport takes a deep breath to ground himself. The sound of the ocean can be heard from anywhere on his ship, and he can feel the rocking under his feet. He goes back out to Lup, ready to press her for whatever is causing her mood. She’s sitting with her arms up on the back of her chair, eyes closed. She opens them as he approaches and grins.
“I thought you could use a little more than just a glass,” he explains, pouring her a cup before setting the pitcher on the table, collecting the cards.
“Oh yeah?” Lup says, raising an eyebrow. A monocle falls out and plops into her lemonade. “Aw…”
He shrugs, shuffling the cards. “You’ve got a…” He waves a hand, looking for the word.
“Aura?” Lup suggest as she fishes her monocle out.
“Yeah, sure,” he settles on. “Don’t… Don’t lick that—”
“An aura that makes it seem like I want more lemonade?” she says as she licks the lemonade off her monocle.
Davenport gives her an exasperatedly fond look. “That makes it seem like you want more lemonade, exactly.”
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Chapter 3: Magic Brian
Author’s Note: Okay yeah, I know this chapter comes fifth on AO3, but for some reason it’s chapter 3 in the document on my computer so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Brian—dubbed “Magic Brian” by his friends—was interested in an odd assortment of things. Magic of all schools, science, robotics, biology, entomology; he dabbled in a wide variety of languages. While he mostly studied evocation, his friends joked that he was planning to become a master of all the schools of magic. All Brian had to say in reply was “Vy not, darling?”
Hence, his nickname. He was rather fond of it himself.
When he’d been offered a position at the Bureau of Balance, he had jumped at it. He had studied the Relics during the war, trying to discover their origins. Once inoculated, he remembered his research and had brought it out into the light. The Director had seemed pleased with his work ethic, wary of his excitement. Brian wasn’t terribly worried; it wasn’t like he wanted to use the relic, exactly.
But gods he wouldn’t mind getting his hands on the Oculus or the Phoenix-Fire Gauntlet. Just for research purposes of course.
Of course.
Besides, it was exciting! He was a member of a secret bureau that was trying to save the world. How could he not be excited about that? There were only a couple of people who shared his enthusiasm; Avi, who was pretty chill about everything and was fun to drink with, Davenport who was an enigma in and of himself (Brian wasn’t sure Davenport had been inoculated, which was odd), and Killian.
Then, of course, the most interesting and fun person on the moon to be around, Doctor Maureen Miller. She was interested in just as many things as himself. Brian fund himself in her company often, sharing wine and talking about their various interests. He showed her his spider farm and she showed him her weird robots.
“You know,” he said one day. “I like things vith many legs. You like robots. And ve both like veird science.”
Maureen smiled slowly and took another sip of her wine. “Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting, Magic Brian?”
“I think I am, darling.”
There were two unofficial rules at the Bureau of Balance.
One: if you see Magic Brian and Maureen laughing, run away.
Two: if you see Magic Brian and Maureen deep in thought over some paper/metal scraps/robotics/ect., get the Director and then run.
Brian would have argued with this logic, but as he looked at the latest of his and Maureen’s collaborations, he felt as if he understood. The two of them were trying not to laugh as the Director looked impassively at their robot. “So this… robot,” she said. “Is it really just… this?” She waved at the abomination and Brian had to dig his nails into his palm to keep from smiling.
“If by zis you mean ‘a box vith tentakles and blades,’” he said. “Then… ja, ja it is.”
The Director nodded slowly, humming, not taking her eyes off of it. “Nice,” she said. Then, “How does it turn off?”
There was a beat of silence. “Gosh, is that really the time?” Maureen said suddenly. “I have to pick up Lucas from school.”
“Lucas graduated five years ago,” the Director said. Maureen crossed her arms, still grinning.
“You never know,” she said. “Maybe he was a guest speaker.” The Director gave her an unimpressed look and Maureen shrugged. “Besides, Brian can handle it, right Brian?”
“Oh ja, ja,” Brian said with a wave of his hand. Maureen gave him a grateful look and hurried out. The Director turned to him, wished him luck, and soon followed after, leaving Brian alone with the robot.
Alright then, he thought and pulled out his wand, casting Magic Missile at the robot. The darts pinged off various tentacles and vanished.
No damage. And the power button hadn’t been switched off.
“Vellshit,” Brian muttered and started pacing, making sure to keep out of the tentacles’ way. He tried firing a couple of other spells at it, but nothing seemed to work. He ran his fingers through his hair, slowly coming out of its messy bun—and put his wand away.
“So,” he said to the robot. “Ve are going to do this ze hard vay, hmm? So be it, motherfucker.”
He charged at it, dodging, flipping, tumbling out of the way of its blades.
Unfortunately, athletics and sports had never been one of Brian’s interests. He didn’t see a spare tentacle coming at him and got smacked with the—fortunately blunt—force of the metal, just under the blade, and was sent flying into the back wall with a thud.
He groaned and got back up, trying again.
And again. And again.
Until he was bruised and bleeding and had nearly gotten his head chopped off. He sat with his back against the wall, breathing hard and glaring at the machine, grumbling under his breath until the door opened and he heard a voice say, “What… are you… doing?”
Brian turned and saw Davenport standing in the doorway. Surprised, Brian said nothing for a moment.
“Well?” Davenport said, clearly waiting for an explanation. His hands were on his hips, and he looked as if he were about to scold Brian.
“It vas Maureen’s idea!” Brian said. “And then she left me to figure out how to stop it! But,” he added, “Magic doesn’t seem to do it.”
“Hmm.” Davenport furrowed his brows, frowning a little as he turned to the robot.
“Ther is no pattern to ze tentakles, othervise I vould have figured zat out.”
Davenport put a hand to his chin, thinking. “Davenport?” He said suddenly, pointing to himself.
“Vat?”
“Davenport, Davenport. Davenport?” He pointed to himself, then at the robot, then back to himself, a question in his eyes.
Brian’s eyes widened as he understood Davenport’s meaning. “No! Absolutely not! Do you even know how much trouble I vould get into if—ven—you got hurt? Ze Director vould kick me off of ze moon! Literally!”
Davenport hummed, looking back at the machine and tilting his head.
And then he ran at the machine in a full sprint, causing Brian to nearly have a heart attack. “Unsere Dame Königin der Spinnen, vat are you doing?”
Davenport weaved in and out of the tentacles, rolling and dodging better than Brian could ever hope to have done. He ran at the robot, and when it looked as if he were about to get hit, he jumped over it, and hit the power button.
He landed on the ground gently, hands on his hips, looking smug. “Davenport,” he said.
Brian stared at him, slack jawed. Then, he said, “Ver ze fuck did ze Director even Find you?”
Davenport blinked at him, hands falling from his hips as he frowned again. “I’m…” He frowned, face pinched with worry, the panic. “I’m- I’m Davenport,” he said, looking back at—no, just towards—Brian, eyes wide and unfocused. He was hunched over himself.
“…Ja,” Brian said, nodding, a little confused. “You are Davenport. I am Magic Brian.”
Davenport swallowed and nodded. “Davenport,” he said, mostly to himself. “I’m Davenport.”
Brian continued to stare at the gnome, unsure of what to do. Then, slowly, he got to his feet. “Come on, Davenport,” he said, holding out a hand. “I neet to go to ze infirmary. Can you leat me zere, darling?”
Davenport blinked, eyes focusing again. He nodded once with a firm, “Davenport.” And walked over to Brian, taking his hand and leading the way. He didn’t seem to notice Brian’s staring and questioning eyes. But then, Brian thought, that was probably for the best.
“Hey,” he said, and Davenport’s ears swiveled back towards him. “I von’t mention this to ze Director if you don’t either. Ja?”
Davenport hummed. “Davenport,” he said promptly.
“…I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
Maureen’s Robots
For the past year or so, I’ve been slowly but surely editing The Robots of Maureen Miller, my very first TAZ fic. I’ve overall decided to start replacing the original chapters with the New and Improved chapters, preserving the original copies here.
For the new version, please follow this link!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Major Character Death
Relationships: Lucretia/Maureen Miller, Carey Fangbattle/Killian, Avi/Johann, Lucas Miller & Maureen Miller
Characters: Lucretia, Maureen Miller, Davenport, Killian, Lucas Miller, Carey Fangbattle, Boyland, Avi, Johan, Magic Brian
Additional Tags: Robots, Killer robots Kind Of, voidfish shenanigans, In this house we respect Maureen Miller even though she made a robot that only screams, anti-gravity chambers, crying robots, Concussions, Canon Deaths Only, Grief/Mourning, Mother-Son Relationship
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Chapter 2: Davenport
Look.
It wasn’t that Davenport was stupid. He wasn’t, even if he was positive people saw him as a simpleton. Maybe his wisdom stat wasn’t the best, but he liked to think he was an intelligent person. Maybe his self-control wasn’t the best though, and maybe he sometimes let his emotions get the better of him. But he needed to find Her, what was her name again?, and this stupid robot wouldn’t let him in without a command word.
Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have punched the robot, but to his defense, most robots couldn’t take offense and punch back.
Davenport had to admit to himself though, it had been a while since he’d been in a fight, when was the last time? Was there a last time? He was sure there had been, but he couldn’t quite remember- Well.
When the robot had punched Davenport, he only stared at it, stunned, and muttered, “Davenport?” in bewilderment.
“Please say a command.”
“Davenport,” he said firmly and stood up again, agitated and brushing himself off.
“Please say a command.”
“Davenport,” he tried again. Please for the love of Pan. Why Pan? Davenport shook his head. “Daven. Port,” he tried, slowing down just in case the robot didn’t understand.
“Please say a-”
Davenport huffed in frustration and crossed his arms before kicking at the robot.
Look, Davenport wasn’t a stupid gnome, but he never claimed to be a wise one. If he were wise, he should have expected the robot to kick him back. And to his credit, even if he did expect the robot to kick him back, he never could have predicted that it would punt him across the room.
He shrieked and hit the opposite wall with a thud, and when the white dots stopped spinning in front of his eyes, he stood back up and glared at the offending robot.
“Please say a command.”
Oh, it was fucking on. Davenport charged at the robot and tackled it to the ground. Or, he tried to; it was sturdier than he thought it would be, but he clung onto it as it tried to throw him off, tail wrapping around the bastard’s foot. The robot made a whirring noise and started flailing around, even as Davenport nimbly climbed up its metal frame, bashing his fists into its head as he sat upon its shoulders.
The robot waved its arm-appendages, trying desperately to hit Davenport before it simply… froze. And then it bent forward. Davenport had exactly zero time to react before his own head smacked the ground. Only one second before the floor smacked him again, and before the robot could semi-suplex him again, he shimmied down to its waist and punched it until it was thrown off balance.
Smoke started coming from the robot. “Please say a co-o-ommmmmm-a-aa-a-a-a-a-a-”
“Davenport!” Davenport shrieked and pulled at the robot’s arm, even as the arm started whirring around, trying to get Davenport to let go. There was a snap as the arm itself came off, and Davenport smacked the robot with its arm, “Da-ven-port! Da-ven-port!” He shouted in triumph.
When the robot stopped moving, save the occasional twitch as wires sparked, Davenport fell back onto the ground, panting. The robot’s arm was still clutched in his hand, and he looked down at it, absently wiping a little blood from his lip. He’d yanked the arm right off of it, he thought with some amusement, just like- like. Hm.
Davenport. Right, he was Davenport, and he’d been looking for Her. He was sure Her name started with a letter that happened to be near the letter J, but that didn’t seem right. K, maybe? That didn’t seem right either.
He looked down at his hands and was surprised to see the robot’s arm. Huh.
“Davenport?” He heard, and Oh, that’s me, he thought as warmth and recognition spread through him. He stood to attention and turned and, there she was. She looked worried though, face drawn into a frown as She knelt down to be on his level, placing her staff beside her. “Davenport, what happened? We heard noises and- What in Pan’s name…?” She looked past him at the smoldering robot.
“Davenport,” he replied happily, brandishing the robot’s arm. It still reminded him vaguely of something, and She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Oh damn,” said another voice, and Davenport looked to see Maureen standing in the doorway, headscarf hastily thrown over her hair, eyeing her robot in an expression somewhere between horror and impressed. “Did he do that?”
“Yes, I think so,” She said with a sigh, and stood. “Sorry, Maureen. You know how he gets.”
Maureen waved away the apologies from Her, walking over in a few long strides to kneel down by the robot, tying her headscarf on more securely before gathering the pieces in her arm. “No worries, ‘Creesh,” she said. That wasn’t Her name, was it? It was familiar, Davenport thought, but not too familiar, and- Who had ripped the arm off that robot? Had that been him? Why was he still holding it? He should give it to-
Hm. She was talking again, and Davenport blinked a couple of times. Had She been talking to him?
“Are you alright?” She asked, back to kneeling next to him, a hand placed gently on his shoulder.
“You should see the other guy,” Davenport replied promptly, hands on his hips, and Maureen barked out a laugh. She seemed a little exasperated, but the corners of her lips smiled.
“Alright, alright,” She said, and stood. “Come on, Davenport. Give Maureen that arm back and let’s get you cleaned up.”
The arm? Davenport looked down. Oh, the robot arm. He handed it to Maureen—someone else should have it, he thought, this felt weird—and swayed a little before She called his name again.
“Davenport?” He replied, looking back at Her. She held out her hand to him and he smiled, jogging forward to take her hand, allowing her to lead him away.
He only had the vague thought that he should have kept the robot arm for-
For M-
But then, Maureen had already taken it, hadn't she? Right. Davenport was satisfied enough with this, and so, he simply squeezed Her hand and followed Her out and away.
Maureen’s Robots
For the past year or so, I’ve been slowly but surely editing The Robots of Maureen Miller, my very first TAZ fic. I’ve overall decided to start replacing the original chapters with the New and Improved chapters, preserving the original copies here.
For the new version, please follow this link!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Major Character Death
Relationships: Lucretia/Maureen Miller, Carey Fangbattle/Killian, Avi/Johann, Lucas Miller & Maureen Miller
Characters: Lucretia, Maureen Miller, Davenport, Killian, Lucas Miller, Carey Fangbattle, Boyland, Avi, Johan, Magic Brian
Additional Tags: Robots, Killer robots Kind Of, voidfish shenanigans, In this house we respect Maureen Miller even though she made a robot that only screams, anti-gravity chambers, crying robots, Concussions, Canon Deaths Only, Grief/Mourning, Mother-Son Relationship
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Maureen’s Robots
For the past year or so, I’ve been slowly but surely editing The Robots of Maureen Miller, my very first TAZ fic. I’ve overall decided to start replacing the original chapters with the New and Improved chapters, preserving the original copies here.
For the new version, please follow this link!
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Major Character Death
Relationships: Lucretia/Maureen Miller, Carey Fangbattle/Killian, Avi/Johann, Lucas Miller & Maureen Miller
Characters: Lucretia, Maureen Miller, Davenport, Killian, Lucas Miller, Carey Fangbattle, Boyland, Avi, Johan, Magic Brian
Additional Tags: Robots, Killer robots Kind Of, voidfish shenanigans, In this house we respect Maureen Miller even though she made a robot that only screams, anti-gravity chambers, crying robots, Concussions, Canon Deaths Only, Grief/Mourning, Mother-Son Relationship
Chapter 1: Lucretia
Lucretia had had a long day. A lot went into a day when you were trying to start a secret organization, while also trying to build a secret moonbase, while trying to keep said secrets from literally everyone in the world.
So it was rational to say that Lucretia was not on high-alert. That was perhaps her first mistake; one should never walk into Maureen Miller’s lab without being on high-alert.
Never.
When Lucretia walked into the lab, she was immediately assaulted by a high-pitched scream, like metal of metal, and then a lot of things happened at once.
One: Lucretia screamed and flung her staff forward.
Two: she didn’t have the present mind to bring up a bubble, but instead threw her staff at the robot.
Three: this did nothing to stop the screaming. Now staffless, Lucretia put her hands over her ears and tried to cast Silence.
Four: Somehow, a bubble of protection had wrapped around the screaming robot, and so she silenced everything except the robot.
Lucretia finally had the wisdom to leave the lab. The moment the port closed behind her, the screaming stopped. She didn’t remove her hands from her ears, and instead leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, waiting for the adrenaline to stop pumping through her veins. She was shaking, and her teeth hurt from the pitch of the robot.
She was absolutely going to kill Maureen Miller. Or, at the very least, give her a very cold look and be displeased with her for the rest of the evening. She knew Maureen would immediately apologize and feel terrible about the whole ordeal. Lucretia also knew that this was not the first time something like this had happened, and it was likely not the last time it ever would.
Before Lucretia readied herself to go back into the lab to retrieve her staff, she heard a small voice say, “Lucretia? Are you okay?” Lucretia opened her eyes and turned.
Lucas was standing in the doorway, hair disheveled and glasses crooked on his nose. He looked as if he had just woken up but was still dressed and carrying a textbook. Lucretia straightened herself and gave Lucas a small smile.
“Everything is fine,” she said. “Go to bed, I’m sure it’s past your bedtime.”
Lucas frowned at her and pushed his glasses up his nose. “I’m thirteen! And you’re not my mom!” He protested but moved towards the port that led towards his bedroom anyway. Once he was gone, Lucretia turned back towards the lab. She took a deep breath, smoothed the front of her robes, and went back in.
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Guess who’s writing more Soft Respite at long last! Snippet for chapter 15 under the cut!
Taako flops onto the sofa with an ungodly groan. “She just had to make this as hard as possible!”
Lup musses his hair as she passes. “It’s okay, Taako, we’ll catch up to her. At least we know where she’s going to be tomorrow, right?”
“If she decides to go,” Angus pipes up, sitting in an armchair across from Taako’s sprawled form.
“If she decides to go,” Lup agrees. “Hey, ‘Ko, can I borrow a bath bomb?”
“Yeah.” Taako waves a hand at the stairs, vaguely towards his and Kravitz’s room. “They’re in my bathroom under the sink.”
Lup fingerguns him and heads up, leaving Taako and Angus by themselves. Taako groans again, running his fingers through his hair, shaking it out. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Angus pull out his cute little detective notebook and start flipping through it, frowning. For a minute, Taako thinks about asking what he’s doing, then decides he doesn’t really cates and sighs heavily instead, closing his eyes.
“Sir?” Angus says.
Taako lifts his head a millimeter and hums questioningly, opening a singular eye to gaze lazily over.
The kid is sitting cross-legged with slightly pursed lips, his pencil out, looking very official. “I have a few questions for you if that’s alright.”
Taako wrinkles his nose. “Gross.” He lets his head back down and closes his eyes.
“That’s— Can I go ahead?”
“Nah.”
“But sir!”
Taako groans yet again and gestures wildly. “Are you gonna ask anyway?”
“Well, I mean…”
“Then just get to the fuckin’ point.” Taako waves a hand and sinks further into the sofa.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: The Director | Lucretia & Johann, The Director | Lucretia & Maureen Miller
Characters: The Director | Lucretia, Maureen Miller, Johann (The Adventure Zone)
Additional Tags: The Bureau of Outstanding Balance, Fisher - Freeform, Shifty job offers, Pre-Moonbase BOB, rating for swearing
Summary:
Lucretia is forty-three on a technicality when she meets Johann.
He is scruffy looking in ill-fitted clothes, and a violin under his chin as he plays for money on a mid-autumn day. She’s sitting at a café with Maureen as they go over some of their plans, but Lucretia can’t get herself to pay too much attention. They’re so close to raising the moonbase, she’s drifting, and the violin player is drawing her attention.
New fic up!
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As promised earlier today, here is an excerpt from my Star Wars fic! Remember that all excerpts are unedited.
Chapter 1: Death of a Sith (Midnight). Canon-typical violence.
The emperor was dead. In the morning, his body would be discovered, head severed cleanly from his body. By the afternoon, news of the emperor’s assassination would spread across the galaxy like a particularly nasty sort of fungus, destroying all in its wake, devouring it whole. By evening, the empire would begin to fall.
But it was not morning yet. The emperor’s body had yet to be discovered, and Darth Vader disengaged his lightsaber. He stowed it, stepped carelessly over the body, and left. Calmly, walking with purpose, he made his way towards the hanger, every step paining him. No one stopped him from getting on a ship. No one disobeyed their orders to open the hanger. No one questioned where Lord Vader was going so late at night. They did not even know it would be the last time they ever saw him.
It was little known that Darth Vader was the best pilot in the galaxy. He didn’t need to rely on his skills right then, but he flew swiftly and without note, to the far, far reaches of the galaxy. Once he hit hyperspace, he sat back, closed his eyes, and let himself think.
Darth Vader was fairly good at meditation. That was a difference between him and Anakin Skywalker. Skywalker had never understood meditation. He was too easily distracted, his mind kept going back to how he felt and how to “connect to the Force.”
When Darth Vader meditated, he focused on his emotions--his anger, specifically--and rolls it over and over and over. Sometimes, when people interrupted his meditation, they died. A pity, really. He didn’t feel bad about it.
Now, though. He still felt angry now, but there were very few people to interrupt him when he was in a single-person ship soaring at hyperspace to Force-knew where.
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So apparently I write Star Wars fanfiction now? Despite the fact that 1) I know all of the Star Wars mostly by what episode they are, 2) the last movie I saw was Episode III, about three weeks ago, 3) I only vaguely know how this universe works. But then again, George Lucas ALSO knows nothing about Star Wars, so I can do pretry much whatever.
My girlfriend talks so much about Star Wars that I now know enough to write fic, and I genuinely think that’s amazing. She’s the nerdsplainer on the draft, and as far as I can tell, we’re both having a great time with it.
I can’t figure out how to do a “read more” on mobile, but excerpts will come! This will be a “post the full thing to AO3 when I’m done writing it, just in case I don’t finish it” type of fic, so hang in there!
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You ever write a scene that causes you to readjust the outline? Unedited dialogue/spoilers for chapter 15 or 16 of Soft Respite under the cut!
In other news, updates for Soft Respite are going to be slow as I once again try to build up my backlog.
The elevator doors shut, and she presses the button for the first floor. As the elevator makes its way down, she slumps against the wall and grumbles, “I’m getting too old for this sort of stress.”
When the elevator dings, she straightens, preparing to leave. When the doors slide open, she stops in her tracks.
The Twins stand directly in front of her, Taako with his arms lazily crossed and looking at his fingernails while Lup leans against his shoulder, one hand on her scythe.
“Hey babe,” Lup says, grinning. “Can we take you to lunch?”
“I’m sorry, Director,” Angus says from somewhere behind the two of them. “I tried to keep them off your trail!”
“Hush,” Taako says. “What’ll it be, Luce?”
Lucretia blinks slowly. “Oh,” she says. “I’m fine, actually. Thanks though.” She steps backwards into the elevator and selects a random floor, and the doors slowly slides shut again as Angus giggles somewhere from behind them.
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Sometimes I remember this blog exists! Gotta get better at remembering to update it!
Chapter 14 is out! New tag added is Parlay!
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“Kisping laughed airily. ‘Biologically male, but seidr is feminine and so am I. I have the parts to father a child but I'm honestly not sure they work. I'm not interested, in any case.’ With a trailing glance and a wink at Bruce, Kisping added, ‘I'm something in between, if your language has words for that. We do, but erg is generally considered an insult to all the manly men of Asgard.’”
--Skýli by PeaceHeather
This image is from 2016! I originally posted it to AO3, but started getting comments about it being unavailable. I was also unable to view it, but unfortunately couldn’t replace it because I thought I didn’t have the original drawing, and the photo I had of it got deleted off my computer. Imagine my surprises when I found this in a folder!!
Below the original is an updated 2019 version of the drawing, to show my continued appreciation to the author. Thank you, PeaceHeather!
You can read PeaceHeather’s wonderful fanfiction here! Be on the lookout for the updated version!
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