Bodacious Alien Babes

Fern's Writing Masterpost ✍️

🍿 EXPLORE WHAT'S NEW ON NUGFLIX 👇

TYSM @kogarashi-art for kicking off 'Self-Reblog Sunday' today! This is such a cool idea - it's been so fun to see everyone's reblogs, and I am *obsessed* with the Pokémon stuffie you made!! And TY for the tags @chaosherald @redaresss @serialsforbellara @vishantikaffar & kogarashi-art! 🥹💕

I had an extremely rough week. And of course, instead of doing the reading and writing I had planned for today, my brain accidentally spent most of it making updated Nugflix graphics for my writing masterpost instead. This is my go-to way to relax, and apparently I needed it. 'Cause I sat down 'just to make a few updates' this morning, and then when I looked up from Canva it was literally hours later, and I had made a new graphic for every single one of my fics lmao.

So when I saw this idea I figured what the hell, I'll reblog 'em. 😂

I'm plopping the tag list below to share (#GraphicDesignIsMyPassion) and to encourage y'all to participate in Self-Reblog Sunday if you haven't already!!

HAVE A KICKASS WEEK!!! 💕🌿

I posted the first chapter of The Tale of the Antivan Canary on October 8, 2025.

Here are the final five chapters.

You have all supported me through this and I am so grateful for it! I learned so much writing my first fanfic ever. I never thought I would share it, but sharing Gemma with you all was the best thing I've done in a long time. THANK YOU.

Chapter 16: Rook in the Fade Prison.

A door opened behind her. She wasn’t ready to go through it yet. Instead, she sat cross legged in front of the last statue of Lace. “I’m not ready to leave her yet, Varric.”

“You deserve a moment, kid.”

Chapter 17: Lucanis Surprises Everyone

There was a light knock on the door barely before it opened. She stood in Lucanis’s arms and glared at Illario when he strolled in like it was his room.

Illario stopped and looked at her hand still held between them. “You did it.”

Chapter 18: The Invasion of Minrathous

Rook led her allies like the army they were through the eluvian and towards the guarded walls of Minrathous. Seven candlehops waited for them in an alley. They led them through winding side streets to a wall that was actively crumbling to the ground. Venatori corpses lined either side, both smoldering and bleeding from multiple stab wounds.

She thanked the lead candlehop, who saluted her and disappeared ahead of them into Minrathous itself.

“I really need to write a paper on this,” Bellara muttered as she stepped through the rubble.

Chapter 19: The Final Encounter

Standing on the edge of the parapet, she turned to look out at the sea of faces of her army. Lucanis and Illario steadied her on either side.

“You’ll have a hard fight down here when we climb. We have come this far together, and I trust in all of you to keep each other safe until we’re back.”

Isabela hooted. “You deal with everything up there! No one’s coming up after you. You can count on us.”

“For gold and glory!” one of the Lords shouted and was met with a chorus of groans and laughter.

Isabel turned to him. “That’s not exactly today’s sentiment, darling, but I appreciate the enthusiasm.”

Chapter 20: Elated. Exhausted. Amused.

With a grunt, Lucanis took a step closer to her and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry about what you don’t know. We’ll figure it out. After we get home.”

Home. The tension drained from her limbs. “How quickly can we get there?”

“I CAN GO FASTER.”

All she could do was laugh when Spite unfurled his wings and jumped off the side of the elevator platform to the sounds of shouting Crows.

Tag List Management Post (on or off? Post here)

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Thank you to @velnat004 and @mushrooms-x-moss for the tags! Doing some Orpheus and Eurydice shit with Esha and Lace, where the romance ending of Heart of the Titan takes a little more work to fix. >:3

Something creaks. Esha's head snaps up to see a thread of golden light - and, perhaps more importantly, a door. It creaks open, and more of the light spills in. The warmth of it on her skin is almost enough to distract her from the fact that it appears to be coming from a dwarf. The dwarf lady stands in the doorway, but where she ought to cast a shadow, Esha can see every detail of her as clear as day. There's freckles on her skin and a scar on her cheek that's only partly hidden when she claps a hand to her mouth. Impossible light glints off green eyes, and the flicker of tears at their corners. For a moment, there is silence. "Hullo," Esha offers, when Papa says nothing. The dwarf's body shudders hard enough that Esha can hear her next out breath. "Are you alright?" "Esha," the dwarf whispers. "Esh, I - Maker. I thought I'd lost you." Esha frowns. "Why? I'm right here." Where else would she be? The dwarf laughs at that. It's a pretty sound, even blurred around whatever's got her so upset. A tear rolls down her ruddy cheek. Esha twitches closer, seized by the sudden urge to wipe it away, but quickly rears back when she remembers the chasm underfoot. The light isn't touching the floor. There's just the bed, and the book, and Papa. And now the dwarf and her doorway. "You are," the dwarf says, "you're here. But you can't stay here, sweetheart."

It's really important to me to have asexual characters who are unapologetically so, even if they struggle with it. I make most of my OCs asexual, but it's not always as important to who they are as it is for Sabriel. As a character who is always trying to be what others want from her, to fit the role she's been assigned, it's really significant to me that she won't ever budge from her asexual identity. She won't even try. It can make her feel unlovable at times, scared to open herself up to others, but it's a core aspect of her life and how she experiences the world. She'll never let it go.

And I so appreciate everyone here who has been kind and understanding and welcoming about that, since it's an expression of a lot of my own experience with my identity. I hope I can make you all feel as welcome and accepted as you have for me.

Amara 'Rook' Ingellvar for the Rook's Roost Pride Parade

I work really well with an assignment so to speak - so this was a great excuse to practice something new. I have so much to learn but I'm really proud of how this turned out 😁

(Also, as a bonus - this is what she would have on her shirt in modern wear 😂)

Thanks for tagging me @rooks-dagger @sorcerousadventurer @tiravi @zennihilation @sunny374940 !

I did Shukaku here, so I’ll do Desiree this time around.

Thanks for the tags @serensama @jenn2d2 @sorcerousadventurer @mushrooms-x-moss @redaresss @fiberpunk027 @biowaredisasterbisexual and @viagosbrother

Gentle tags for @davrinsleftpectoral @zennihilation @lycheecatee @chaosherald @handsignals @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @hedwigoprah @kabsey @sunny374940 @xkatchy and whoever else wants to play.

As some of yall know I hit the writing like mad today and played catch up on ao3 reading. Going to sit down tonight and catch up on my weeks worth of tags (I worked this holiday weekend and lemme tell yall it was hell. Healthcare doesn't take breaks). So sorry I am behind but I took a breather and started working on my Rook Week Tarot Cards. Day 1 is for @blackwall-my-tiny-husband and Zalan as the Knight of Pentacles

Thank you for the tag @kogarashi-art and @mushrooms-x-moss. I love the early cosplay look and I'm loving Sylvie and Davrins relationship. I have been working on a few things. Finally got an idea for Rook week prompt But I think I can share...something.

So a little chapter2 for Iron Wills and Heavyweights.

"You remember how much we raised last year at the charity." Zea remembered it was a eye watering number. Enough that she could have brought her apartment and the gym and still have a ridiculous amount of left.

"That much?" Her voice echoed off the walls of the empty gym, higher than intended. Antoine laughed so hard, he nearly spilled his hot coffee from his 'worlds #1 tinker' mug

"Non non. Creators, I think Evka would have broke something. Namely me since I was closest." Putting his mug down on the chair. "It's still a lot of money and I know you. The amount you would make from your next fight depends on how long you can last." Zea was a powerful fighter. Her knock out ratios were unmatched. However, she didn't have good stamina. Despite running five miles as a warmup. That's all it was, a warmup. And not one she did regularly.

"Ok so first things first. Who is she and how many rounds."

"You know her. Canary."

"Canary? Gemma? She comes up to my navel." Antoine found himself failing to hold back a laugh.

"Maybe; but she has been climbing the ranks over the last few months and winning due to her speed and…"

"And?"

"Tiring her opponents out. Her longest bout went on for four rounds. You can barely hold on for two." Zea leaned back in her chair, arms crossed across her chest.

"Davrin would say otherwise." Mumbling under her breath low enough that one of Antoine brows shot up, confused.

TYSM for the tags @bronzieinthedas @in-the-drowning-deep @serensama @jenn2d2 @sorcerousadventurer & @kogarashi-art! Like always you have blown my flippin' socks off with your gorgeous art, cosplay, and writing!! 💕🔥

I'm still DEEP in Sylvie Mode over here!! TY for showing my girl so much love on her Song For Every Letter Post, it's been fun slowly dragging her grumpy ass (kicking & screaming) into the spotlight and trying to flesh her out even more as a character.

Speaking of, this Cowboy AU 'minific' has turned into a multi-fic highlights reel of Western!Sylvie and Dav's love story (Fern?? Writing more than she said she would?? Quel suprise lmao. 😂) Yes, even as my backlog of languishing WIPs scream at me from Ellipsus.

Me: "I'm gonna get to you I promise!!" The WIPs: FINISH OR KILL USSSSSS Me: "Shhhhhh" *closes the door and backs away slowly*

Anyhoooo, in the bit below, Sylvie is desperately trying not to feel things for a certain saloon owner...and y'all she's hilariously bad at it. As per usual I couldn't find it in me to cut any more from this post bc I'm just too damn excited to share more #Davellan. Like always there's no pressure to read, and I put the cut at a good stopping point if you'd like a taste and not the full meal.

Cheers! 🍻

🍹 Sylvie, at the Griffon, *definitely* not flirting with Davrin

"What about this one?"

She caught the glass Davrin slid across the bar and brought it up to her nose, giving the suspiciously red contents a cautious sniff.

"I'm not trying to poison you," he snickered.

Sylvie smirked. Davrin had steadily supplied her with random drinks throughout the entire night, incredulous upon discovering she didn't have a good answer when he asked what her typical go-to was. She just sort of drank what was available, or whatever made her seem the least suspicious while waiting around for a mark. And Dav had apparently made it his mission to help her figure it out.

"But what is it?" she asked.

"Just shut up and drink it."

Sylvie narrowed her eyes at him, but took a sip.

"Ackkk—fucking shit!" she sputtered. "Whatever the hell it is, it's bloody awful!"

Davrin let out one of those loud booming laughs. "Damn, Sylvs. Don't sugarcoat it or anything."

She snickered. "Sorry. But it's like drinking cold soup…that burns."

"Can't say I disagree with you, there," he said, chuckling. "I hate Bloody Marys."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Then why the fuck did you make me one??"

"I wanted to see the look on your face."

"And? Was it worth it? I'd hate to disappoint," Sylvie deadpanned.

He leaned over the bar with a cheeky smirk, grabbing the glass and letting his fingers linger when they brushed against hers.

"Even better than I imagined."

…Bloody hell.

"You're a real piece of work Mr. Mahariel."

Davrin laughed again, somehow even louder this time. "Really? Wow. That's like Lucanis calling someone else 'broody'."

A loud scoff came from further down the bar.

"Mierda. I'm right here you know."

Tagged by @jenn2d2 and @sorcerousadventurer so far, thanks!

And I've got a cosplay check-in for you all! I mentioned before that I'm working on cosplay through the summer, with four costumes to get ready by the end of August. We'll see how that goes.

First off, Kid#3's Journey cloak: hasn't been worked on yet. I need to swing by Goodwill, but on a Monday when they've got extra sales on, and this past Monday was Memorial Day (even if Goodwill was open, I had other obligations to manage that day). I did, however, order one of those lightweight UV hoods on Amazon to redo the mask, and it arrived today, so we'll see what we can do with that.

Second, Kid#3's Aloy costume: is still just supplies, but that's more than nothing.

Here's everything we picked up for it (so far) laid out on my couch. Two red t-shirts, two blue t-shirts, a few brown t-shirts that could work for Aloy's base layer, a dark brown pair of pants that will probably work for her pants, and then a brown pair of jeans and two brown jackets (one faux suede, the other tweed I think?) to cobble together for the rest.

Step one is to worry about getting those base pieces done. Embellishment with (faux) fur, armor bits, beads, and fringe can come later. Belt pouches may very well end up being one or more purses or satchels I cannibalize for parts (something I do frequently). Hopefully whatever we put together doesn't end up too warm to wear.

More below the cut.

Thank you for tags @doctormur @serensama @jenn2d2 and @elishnord!

Let's go with some Mafia AU. Just Riley and Anders having some friendly chat.

Softly tagging: @woundedsoul12 @serensama @kabsey @himluv @cravingcoconutredbull @hedwigoprah @madamemortem @slothquisitor @jenn2d2 @wolfmoonwildflowers @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @necromanticsoul @serialsforbellara @sandcastlekings @handsignals @chaosherald @seaglassmelody @jukkaricity @davrinsleftpectoral @tevivinter @dread-red-queen @nyx-de-riva @flowersforthemachines @kogarashi-art @rooks-dagger @lycheecatee @pixiedurango @zennihilation @mushrooms-x-moss @trashwithvariety @wickedadaar @vishantikaffar @tarasmom @lemondelighted @dudewheresmynug

This exists. Let's not talk about why

I have no plans with this. It was sitting in my wip folder of stupid ideas that popped up at 3am. I may or may not have been high myself when this thought happened but I couldn't get the image out of my head.

so here ye be. Something I wrote, I think last year?

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Emmrich awoke to find Zea side of the bed warmth fading. A sign she had been up for a while. Throwing on his green silk robe and slippers he ventured out of the bedroom in search of his beloved.

As he entered the library, a faint earthy smell hit his nose. A smell he instantly recognized. As a professor he couldn't tell you how many times he caught students smoking near very flammable materials. Giving little care about the subsistence  and more for protecting the ancient materials.

Following the scent that led to the courtyard. Growing stronger the closer he got. The doors swung open and he saw nothing immediately out of the ordinary.

"Hey handsome." A sultry, clearly inebriated voice was heard from above. He looked towards the statue, a pair of hands sticking from the ground and there she was hanging partially in the palm of one as the rest of her hung out in the air, upside down. Her limbs tangled in the fingers.

Emmrichs eyes bulged at the sight, how in all the fade did she manage to get up there? He rushed over to her, shocked and worried for her safety. 

"My word. Darling are you alright? How did you-"

"She climbed " came a voice below him. Davrin was on the floor leaning against the base of the statue, eyes blood shot. "I hoisted her, of course."

"A team effort. Like us going against the gods."  Zea sat up with a gasp and jumped down clumsily, much to Emmrichs dismay. "What if we got the gods high? Maybe that's all they needed was a good smoke sess." She grabbed Emmrich by the shoulders, eyes as blood shot as Davrins and wide as if she had just discovered the secrets of the fade.

Emmrichs eyes darted from his wide beloved and the sound asleep Davrin hunched over on the floor. 

“Darling, how high are you?”

“No, Em it’s hi, how are you?” Emmrich stared at her in amused disbelief.