My name is Fork and welcome to my little slice of the internet. Below are all my fandoms that I write for. As you can see, this is mainly a blog of my many, and constantly growing, list of hyperfixations.
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Hi! Thank you so much for taking the time to reply to my question ! I love the way Elizabeth's character evolved and is still growing, I find her story and background really interesting 😊 Also I understand the idea that with a reader insert you can't always add all these details, and that it is easier for you to have your own character to create more layers. If you don't mind me asking, what gave you the idea to make her a former nurse who lived the war ? Is it because in the series we don't see this aspect, that women went to war too in their own ways, as nurses or else, and had to deal with PTSD too, or is it a different reason ? I am also curious about the relationship she has with her brother, but again I don't want to bother you with all my questions 🫣 Thank you so much again for taking the time to reply !!
Anon, you are NEVER bothering me with these questions. I love receiving them and answering them. I love talking about my girls (Robin is included in that 🤭). So please, if you have any more questions ask away!
Yeah, that is part of the reason. Elizabeth does have PTSD and I wanted to delve more into more nurses suffered from PTSD as well as the men who fought in WW1. Not only does Elizabeth have this but she feels that it's over looked in comparison to the men due to her not physically fighting which also takes a further toll on her mental health.
Elizabeth has two brothers, one older and one younger. Her youngest brother didn't fight in the war (despite wanting to) and this causes a rift between the siblings. He knows that there's a bond/understanding between his two older siblings that he'll never have and he feels a bit left out.
Also, having Elizabeth be a nurse gives her a excuse to get up close to our two favourite gangsters to tend their wounds. After all, who doesn't love a sexual charged scene which involves pulling a bullet out of someone's shoulder or stitches up a gash? 😏
Ormund having a wife who hates Targaryens even more than him? Maybe because of her family's history or something. Most fics have Targaryen Readers but what about Lady Macbeth type of Reader? 👀
We stan toxic power couples on this blog 🤭 and I felt the need to write some Ormund stuff after the finale...
Ormund, who had his eyes shut as he sunk deeper into his bath, simply raised a hand and beckoned you to come closer. When he didn’t hear the typical sound of approaching footsteps (like he expected when he gave an order) he opened his eyes.
You were standing in the doorway to his own private bathroom, arms folded and an angry look on your face. Usually no one would dare look at him in that manner but you were the sole exception. Once again he beckoned you towards him and with a heavy exhale you did so. Dark green skirts swished around your ankles as you walked into the lavender scented room.
“Why-”
“Because,” Ormund interrupted, “as repulsive as it is to have that creature anywhere near us, we need it. Surely even you can understand something as simple as that.”
You stood at the foot of the bath, resting your hands against the edge of the bathtub. Your fingers slightly dipped into the lavender scented water and you knew that you’d be smelling of it for days. You always did after Ormund paid a visit to that wretched beast.
“A weapon,” you said bluntly, “you’re using it as a weapon.”
“And finally you get it.”
“They’re unpredictable,” you said quietly, walking around and trailing your fingers in the water, "uncontrollable. You remember what they did to my family. Burned the entire lot of them alive just because they dared to oppose that pretender.”
You leant closer, brushing your lips against his cheek. His jaw ticked at the action and he sharply turned his head. At the last moment you pulled away, giving him a small smirk.
“And you propose that we use it for our cause?” you finished
Ormund narrowed his eyes as you pulled away denying him what he wanted. Before you could fully pull away his hand snatched out and grabbed your wrist. The sleeves of your dark green dress, the only colour he allowed you to wear now, dipped into the water. He pressed a mockingly sweet kiss against your knuckles before letting go of your hand. Slowly you made your way behind him but the message was clear- do not deny him again.
“So it’s our cause now?” he asked, eyes shut again as he relaxed in the warm lavender soaked water
“Hasn’t it always been. You know what they did to my family all because they refused to bend the knee. Men, women, children all turned to a pile of ash and charred flesh and bones. And you think I don’t want revenge? That I don’t support you.”
You walked around to the back of the bathtub. You rested your hands on the sides of it and leant over your husband. Ormund let out a dark chuckle and opened his eyes. He raised a wet hand and patted the side of your face.
“Women,” he said, “you really do have a one track mind. You are incapable of thinking of anything other than the end goal and yet you have no idea on how we get there. Until we have placed Daeron on the throne, where he belongs, we need his dragon. We unfortunately need it.”
You clenched your jaw and you absorbed his words. You knew he was right even if it did leave a bitter taste in your mouth. Slowly you leant down, brushing your lips against his. One hand found its way to his shoulder before slowly moving downwards. You ignored the pleasantness of the feeling of your soaked sleeves as your hand delved under the water. Ormund sat up straighter at your actions and you pressed your chest against his back. You rested your chin on his shoulder as you grasped his cock. Slowly you began to move your hand up and down. A tortuously slow pace that you knew he’d hate.
Ormund’s shoulders tensed at your touch but he didn’t make a sound. His hand moved to the edges of the bathtub, gripping it tightly as you continued to rub his cock. Every so often your thumb pressed against the head of it, causing him to buck his hips. Another involuntary movement that he hated. You knew your husband well enough to know just how much he hated losing control, especially to a woman.
“And,” your lips grazed against the shell of his ear, “what do you propose we do to that thing once every last Targaryen is wiped out?”
“What do you think?”
“Kill it.”
“Very bloodthirsty of you. If I didn’t know better I’d say that you’d want to do that yourself.”
“And if I do?”
Ormund opened his eyes, locking gazes with you with an amused smile on his face. You tightened your grip slightly, pressing your thumb down. This time he let out a soft groan and you had to resist the urge to smile. Sooner or later you always got what you wanted from him.
“Killing is no job for a woman,” he said, “it is unpleasant and you are too delicate to handle such matters.”
The irony of this was not lost on you.
“B…besides,” Ormund let out an uncharacteristic stutter at your continuous movements, “how would you even kill it? Dragons are difficult to kill and most men fail to do so.”
He turned his head, his face close to yours. You could feel his breath ghost over your skin and his nose bump against yours.
“I do not intend to have my wife throw herself into situations she will surely fail at. You will leave the dispatching to my soldiers. When the need for it arises.”
Abruptly you stand up straight, letting go of his cock. Ormund narrowed his eyes at you but you gave him a forcibly bright smile.
“Come join me in bed when you’re finished,” you said, “we wouldn’t want to waste anything would we?”
guys. Guys please you're allowed to say big boy words. please we cannot keep just rolling with the sanitization of every space on the internet ok. you're allowed to say suicide. you're allowed to say porn. they're not bad words, they're just words.
also by ''censoring'' the words with silly spellings you're actually making it much harder for people to filter out. please just say Sex you don't have to call it woohoo like it's the fucking sims. i promise the Word Police aren't going to arrest you
Hii! How are you ? Sorry to bother you but I just discovered your writing and I really love it !! I am really curious about the story you are creating with Elizabeth too, and I was wondering how it came to your mind, and how you came to create her - only if you accept to talk about it, I don't want to bother you ? Also, I was wondering about your next writing projects, if you want to speak about them ? So sorry about all those questions, you can totally ignore them if you want, but thank you so much for all these stories and for the worlds you are creating through your writing!! (Also sorry if there is any mistake or mispelling, English is not my first language)
Hi anon!
Thank you so much for your ask. I love receiving any sort of asks about my OCs so please, ask away 😊 to be honest, I've had a bit of a shitty couple of days (see my posts about the gas company...) so this has really cheered me up!
Elizabeth's story actually started as a reader insert. I was watching Peaky Blinders and I was torn about who I was more attracted to- Tommy or Alfie. Then that just developed into a love triangle where the main character is torn between continuing to work with Alfie and her growing attraction to Tommy because ✨conflict✨
I ultimately decided to switch from a reader insert to an OC because I felt that I had more freedom with an OC. Don't get me wrong, I still love writing reader inserts (and will continue to do so) but for multi chapter fics, for me at least, I find it easier to have an OC. I try and make my 'readers' as neutral as possible but I with longer fics I do find myself a bit constrained, if that makes sense 😂
Elizabeth just evolved from my original story. Even now I'm still adding bits to her. Like most recently I made her and her family Jewish although she has a conflicting relationship with it in comparison to her youngest brother.
Anyway, I hope this answers your question. If you have any more about Elizabeth (or any of my other OCs) feel free to drop me a message. I love receiving them! ❤️
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Meet Aeresa Targaryen, the only daughter between Daemon and Rhea (although in my cannon she has a silver streak in her hair and violet eyes)
She's only ever met Daemon once or twice in her life and both times were equally unpleasant. She holds no love for her father and was much closer with her mother and her family. The only reason why Rhea allowed her to be called 'Targaryen' is because Viserys promised a dragon egg in return.
After Rhea's death she is left broken. Despite being Rhea's daughter, and therefore heir, Gerold decides to send his cousin's daughter to Oldtown under the disguise of finishing her education and keeping her away from her father's influence.
Queue her meeting Ormund and they do NOT get along. He sees her as uncouth and unladylike while she sees him as uptight. However, Ormund understands her value and is determined to fully use her hatred of father to fuel this.
But Ormund has underestimated her. She is still half Targaryen and she still has a dragon.
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Never let it be said that making official complaints never get you anywhere
I just got nearly double the amount do compensation I would’ve got from my hot water being shut off (plus a bit extra for them getting back to me late)
So remember peeps- sometimes kicking off and complaining is a good thing even if it makes you feel a bit awkward!
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sorry but someone assuming you have "left a fandom" when you don't post about it a lot anymore feels like bilbo coming home to the sackville bagginses having him presumed dead and selling all his stuff. girl i was just on a little quest????
you’re as much of a fan of your comfort show / movie / blorbo as any other fan, even if you don’t have a “big and popular account” or if you’ve never written a fic or made a fan art about the fandom you’re in.
you’re as much of a fan of your comfort show / movie / blorbo as any other fan, even if you don’t talk about said comfort show / movie / blorbo online or to anybody and just quietly take comfort from them in private.
don’t let today’s popularity contest make you feel less valid than other people in the fandom. because fandom is never about “popularity” or “going viral”. it’s about the comfort and joy you get from enjoying what brings you comfort and joy.
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