nominally an adult, she/her, writer. Not Suited For Minors. Fourth Wing, Riorgail, Violet/Liam/Xaden in varying pairings. HTTYD, Hiccstrid, Eret/Hiccup/Astrid in varying pairings. Legend of Zelda, Zelink. Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette/Adrien/Luka in varying pairings. SJMaas-verse, many pairings. Writing, and general stuff. Want to support me? Buy me a coffee. ko-fi.com/succiu
I’m Ship (she/her). I’m old enough that my age doesn’t matter, happily married, mother of three. I’m bi/demi/ace/it’s-complicated.
Fandom is my hobby, it brings me joy, and everyone who tries to muddle this joy gets blocked. 💜 I’m a full-time shipper, I write, sometimes I draw. I’m always happy to talk about my fandoms and ships, so feel free to ask me anything. 😉
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the thing about the mummy movies is that you really spend most of the time thinking "wow brendan fraser's character is so cool" or "man oded fehr is so mysterious and heroic" when the fact of the matter is that these two
are the absolute most batshit insane heroes in the entire franchise
these two are intellectual loner siblings with archeology backgrounds who read and speak ancient egyptian, hire a dude directly out of prison to take them to a lost city of gold, and fight mummies literally with their bare hands. twice.
no one in these movies stands a chance against the carnahans. frankly they're lethal in how willing they are to make the absolute and most undeniably deranged decisions. jonathan pickpockets a dude on fire. evy's resurrected from the dead and immediately remembers how to use sai. they're racking shotguns from a cliff in this scene and then proceed to blow away half the antagonists.
I will take the excuse to yap while I take a break from writing! I just think that Violet would make an excellent feisty librarian and Xaden would kill as a seasoned adventurer who was betrayed and left for dead—only to be saved by a determined Violet on a treasure hunt, because he’s useful. Then kiss kiss fall in love, ya know?
Highlights from my dreams (besides Violet killing the silly drunk “I am a librarian” line and Xaden with long overgrown hair and a beard when Violet finds him only for her swallow her tongue when she sees him all cleaned up—both of which live rent-free in my head) include:
- Violet dooming the world because she read a book she shouldn’t have (on-brand somehow and hilarious)
- Xaden begging this 5’1 librarian to stop running into gunfights for the sake of his sanity! On his knees asking her to pretty please stop getting them into situations.
- Either Mira or Brennan as the sibling who won’t allow her to travel alone are interesting in different ways, but I feel like Mira has more capacity for chaos, especially depending on who would be Ardeth in the AU. They’d obviously be a flier. I’ve even played around with the idea of both of them, with Brennan showing up later after booking it across the world like “you guys couldn’t have waited for me?” and immediately being suspicious of Xaden.
Basically it’s the story of Xaden + the Sorrengail siblings traveling through Egypt for a book (and/or history and/or treasure depending who you ask) only to be forced into saving the world against an evil foe (who leaves behind desiccated bodies not unlike venin, which is just a neat parallel). They work alongside a group of ancient warriors (fliers) while dodging another group of exploitative explorers with whom Xaden has a history (you know who).
I never wrote much of it but it does have a special place in my heart. Violet and Xaden arguing about every single move along the way until she’s swooning and he’s willing to stand between her and anything, even the end of the world… that hits the spot.
Oh, and of course they continue searching ancient ruins and having smart kids with their father’s bravery and their mother’s curiosity forever and there is definitely no recasted third movie or whatever the hell that thing with Tom Cruise was
For the drabble meme, may I request Liam in the dark, interpreted however you see fit? 😉
Ohohoho, okay, this was fun! 😁 I will never get over this particular headcanon, and I loved playing with it here. I hope you'll enjoy this.
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The Shadow
In hindsight, I have to say being dead is not as bad as I thought it would be.
When my life ended, there was pain, so much pain, chaos all around me. The shock of losing the most important person of my life, the fear for those I had to leave behind, and sorrow for all the things I didn't get to do. Regret over not being able to see my sister for one last time, to tell her how much I love her and to apologise that I couldn't be there for her.
Although, I did send someone to look after her, didn't I? Someone important, someone I trust? If only I could remember… well, anything.
It's not like my memories are gone, they're just… smothered. Like a thick blanket got thrown over what used to me my life, still there yet out of reach.
Instead, there is only calm darkness all around me. It's not the absence of… of anything, not an empty void but like… like being tugged in a soft embrace. Not too warm and not too cold. No pain, no worries, and no fears. No joy, either, just this sense of mild contentment. That I fulfilled my role, that my work is done.
For one eternity after another, I drift through the darkness, cradled and safe. Resting.
Until I hear his voice.
"Liam Mairi…"
I perk my head up. That's my name! I couldn't remember it, but I do now. Liam Mairi…
"Liam Mairi."
The voice becomes more insistent, like it is calling me. But calling me where?
I look around, but there is only darkness around me. The same darkness as before, and yet… And yet, I can see shadows moving within it, strange and familiar.
"Liam Mairi!"
"I'm here," I call back, surprised my voice even works here.
"Come to me. I have need of you."
Frowning, I follow the voice's call. It sounds… familiar, somehow. Like I'm intimately familiar with it. Like it's been a part of me for a very long time.
My feet find solid ground beneath me as I straighten my legs, and I walk to where it's calling me. To where he is calling me. The shadows whirl around me like mist, opening up and showing me the way until I reach a patch of dim light. No, not light. A window. A window into a place that feels like I should know it, dark grey stone covered in red droplets.
Next to the window stands a figure, but I don't dare look at the god shrouded in darkness, not even when he lifts a hand to point at the window. At the woman on the floor, her blood the only colour.
"She need your help," the God's deep voice states. "Help is on its way, but I need you to keep her alive until it arrives."
With a grim expression, I nod. Yes, I have to keep her alive. I will always keep her alive. Without hesitation, I step towards the window, into the portal, but then turn at the last moment. My eyes find the God's face, already knowing who's it would be, and give him a grim smile.
maybe it's time to bring back writing prompts for little scenes since everyone's taking five hundred years to finish their ao3 behemoths and readers are perishing and starving in the desert. okay new ask game. send me a prompt and i'll write you a little scene. feel free to rb this if you too want to be asked to write a little scene about [insert thing in tags]
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Okay, this is... this is not really a 'WIP'. Not in the sense of me actually planning on writing a full story about this setting/universe. But I have ideas, that much I can tell you, and they are very persistant.
So, without further ado, have this short starter scene for the lovely triad of Violet, Xaden, and his twin sister Xadeen, who've been living in my head rent free now for quite a while. 😊
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The sun was yet to rise when Xaden awoke. Too early.
Too.
Fucking.
Early.
He usually didn't mind having an early start, but on this day specifically, he would need every minute of sleep he could get.
He contemplated simply turning around and trying to get back to sleep, not least of all because of the person lying next to him, her skin so warm, the same shade as his own. But he also knew that there would be no more sleep for him this night, not a single minute of rest.
Not until he knew how many of his friends made it across the parapet. Not until he knew Liam was safe.
As quietly as he could, Xaden slid out from under the black sheets of his bed, making sure not to jostle her awake and to tug the blanket back around her bare shoulders so no chilly breeze could reach her.
The new wingleader room was still a bit unfamiliar after only a few nights here, but it had at least one benefit: the large windows lining two of the walls, one facing out over the woods and the other over to Basgiath' main fortress. Not that he could look into any rooms from this distance, but it still gave him a sense of control, being able to watch over everything.
Not that this control would do him much good later, when he would stand atop the turret over there and meet all the new candidates, even those who were doomed to fall.
With his jaw clenched and his arms crossed in front of him, Xaden leaned against the wall next to the biggest window, his eyes glued to the narrow bridge that would determine too many people's fate today. But there was no way around it. Tyrrendor might have won the rebellion five years ago and gained her independence, but only under the condition that the talladium trade routes would stay open and at least some Tyrrish candidates would volunteer to be trained at Basgiath. It was a brittle truce, but one he would fight to uphold at all costs.
"What are you looking at?" came a warm voice from behind him after he couldn't even say how low, a pair of soft but strong hands sliding around his chest from behind.
Xaden's eyes fluttered shut, and for a brief moment, he allowed himself to bask in her touch, in how nothing ever felt as right as feeling her skin against his own.
"Nothing, really," he murmured, his hands covering hers to hold them over his heart. "Just…"
"Just contemplating how many lives we're going to lose today?" Xadeen finished his sentence, as if she was the twin able to read other people's minds.
Pulling her hands away from him, she moved to lean against the other side of the window, her gaze following his. There was a pained grimace on her face, and Xaden would have given everything to be able to wipe it away. But as Queen of Tyrrendor, Xadeen was the one carrying the burden of the lives lost, the price Tyrrendor had to pay to keep her on the throne.
"I'd offer to take your mind off those thoughts..." Xaden let his gaze glide over her, noticing how she'd only loosely wrapped the blanket around herself but was still very clearly entirely naked beneath, and his expression shifted into a smirk. Fuck, nobody was able to drag him out of his bad moods as easily as she.
Xadeen's eyes, the same gold-flecked onyx as his own, flared with interest as she let them glide down his bare torso, but before they could drop too low, she shook her head and sighed. "It's already too late for that, I'm afraid. Suri will have a heart attack if my maids come into my room to get me ready for yet another meeting and I'm not there."
"And wouldn't that be a shame," Xaden muttered, but without any weight. Xadeen needed her advisors to rule their kingdom, no matter how annoying they could be at times. "Is she still nagging you about possible alliances?"
Proposals. That would have been the right word. But even though he knew that was what was expected of his sister, he couldn't bring himself to say the word out loud or even think it. Just the idea of another man in her bed…
"She can nag me all she wants," Xadeen murmured, a belated reply to his question. "I'll never accept any of their offers to…"
She trailed off, her head cocked at something, and Xaden turned his attention back to the fortress on the other side of the ravine as well. Through the large gate, he could see the first candidates already gathering in the courtyard, which meant he didn't have any time to lose anymore, either. But that wasn't it, he knew. Even without reading Xadeen's mind—intentions, whatever—they were always perfectly attuned, the bond Sgaeyl had forged between them only enhancing the one they'd always shared already. And it only took him a second to figure out what had caught her attention because it captured his own in an instant, too. A flash of silver, though not a blade. It was gone again before he could determine what it was, however, and it wasn't important enough to dwell on right now anyway.
"You're right, you need to go back," he said, hating ever word. "Before anyone notices you're gone."
Grimacing, Xadeen nodded. "Yeah, I know."
She leaned in for a quick kiss, her lips burning his for only a heartbeat. Then there was the telltale tug in his guts, the sign that she was channeling Sgaeyl's powers through him, and when he opened his eyes, she was gone. All the way back in Aretia, ready to face all her queenly duties on her own.
Xaden took a deep breath, then pushed himself off the wall to get himself ready for the day as well. Just one more year, he reminded himself. Just one more year until his graduation. Then he could take his rightful place at her side again. As her general.
And what happened behind closed doors was no-one else's business.
"Lightning cracks, so white it's almost blue, and I throw up my hand to shield my eyes as it strikes the iron chest as though drawn to it. Sparks shower the arena..." Chapter 42, Iron Flame
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