"Last thing I remember, I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave'"
Hotel California, Eagles
{Part II: When We Came and Went, Chapter 10: Claimed}
WC: 3859
CW: vision loss, violence, sexual content, blood, alcohol use
Preview below the cut! Read the full chapter on Wattpad or AO3đź’š
East as east could be before Wixla By the Sea and the jewel in her Emperor’s coronet, Marva-Vehx. Jewel not because it was beautiful, indeed what beauty could be found at the bottom of trench after trench? The land here was cut with them, as though Kava herself scarred the earth just to remind her people she could. No, beautiful then, because each crevice represented oh so many ways the enemy could lose sight of the Emperor and his men. Might they collapse into the folds of a rippling mirage? Perhaps fall with the sun over the horizon? Together they’d shift, grains of sand over sand, sweeping and diving into the terrain they called home, the souls of their brothers and fathers clutched between their teeth.
A quiet shifting, a whisper, announced the soldiers as they marched about camp. Words were only exchanged at first light, and even then only in the softest of voices, as squadron leaders gave the day’s orders to their men. A testament to the careful way they emulated Kava’s creation. But their mimicry began and ended with their silence.
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This tag is so cute omg, thanks to @outpost51 for tagging me here!
How-to: Rate your OCs based on how they handle cuddling/being cuddled.
I'm gonna do this for the main cast of AASOAF and also M.O.W and will be using a scale of 0 (DO NOT CUDDLE) to 10 (some kind of marshmallow).
Mariel - 10/10
She's a lil shy but she's a cuddler for sure! And don't be fooled, while she is a small bean, she will absolutely play big spoon and she will prepare a whole blanket nest, complete with comfy pillows, snacks and warm drinks for a proper cuddle session, esp if you're feeling down 🥺
Axtapor - 7/10
He's not bad at cuddling per se but he will almost always end up wanting more. Bring a spray bottle and a rolled up newspaper to keep him in check lol.
Fay - 0/10
Lets face it, if you're close enough to cuddle, and you attempt it, you can kiss your existence goodbye. Even Wilkes and her parents can count on one hand the number of times she's cuddled with them.
Wilkes - 6/10
This man is a giver for sure and has cuddly tendencies but you gotta cross a minefield to get there first and even then he's probably not completely relaxed because he'd be concerned about crushing you.
Hartim - 6/10
He gives it an honest shot but as a giant snake, cuddling is just a little too close to strangling his dinner so. Proceed with caution lol.
Lexlar - 10/10
A gentle giant if there ever was one. This guy is very friendly and would probably think he hurt your feelings if you didn't want to cuddle with him.
I was tagged by @paintedbutton here, thanks so much!
Rules: đź“ť Post a snippet you are extra proud of having written.
I'm picking something from Man O' War this time because I've been revisiting some of the chapters as I work on the new one and holy mama, there's some goooooood shit in there! I was explaining this to @illjustpretend the other night, but this series is really abstract compared to AASOAF and explores a lot of really big themes/ideas. Because of that I feel like I get to write in a way that I don't get to do much for other projects, its like the really prose-y bits of AASOAF turned up to 11, but like, all the time. Anyway have this sneep from Chapter 9, Apex!
But the completeness of those visions mattered little. They were like the ebb and flow of waves. The in and out of lungs. The rise and fall of the wind. To miss a rise, or any other such apex, was no great thing, for another would come after the expected fall. It was natural. It all was.
Except for that feeling.
The rush.
It formed a strait through this existence, connecting one’s heart to that which lay beyond. A charged force, yet immoveable. Left unattended, it was dismally aimless, heralding not life but death, despite being the very source of that universal anima. And to see it was to signal violence, for how else to retrieve a thing which lay completely encased within? But to reach it was no difficulty. Anyone so inclined could root it out, but to make it bloom?
That was distinguished.
Artful.
It meant becoming something.
Something’s cadence could be heard in the roar of those big cats and in the languages formed by the mouths of men. Voices, worlds apart, yet both decrying their abounding desire to Consume—the hedonistic belief, no truth, that to ascend from this limbo, was the Right of Rights. That divinity should not be withheld nor distributed on the arbitrary design of birth. That the mere act of existing spelled a common fate—to become a grasping and blind creature.
So then, why not grasp for something more? Something higher? Something beyond? For certain, what else did that unadulterated force want if not to preserve its gluttony forevermore? To make the tremulous line between this state and the one that followed fat and efficient. To lavish the tantalizing promise of unbridled feeling, no matter its brevity. To become dizzy. To become lost. To become anything but a rise and fall.
Tagging (gently): @sarahlizziewrites @thatndginger @kaylinalexanderbooks and @leahnardo-da-veggie
Rules: Post the first and most recent/ last line of dialogue from a couple OCs
We'll do this for both M.O.W and AASOAF! The first lines for AASOAF will come from AASOAF 1, the last from the latest part of AASOAF 3 I've edited. For M.O.W, they'll come from the first and last chapters posted.
Mariel
First: “Samuel, Samuel!”
Last: “Is he…? Alive?”
Axtapor
First: “Up. They be impatient for ye to pop open that there safe.”
Last: “She been my intended.”
Fay
First: “I will admit, I never like it when you appear.”
Last: “You won’t find me anywhere.”
Wilkes
First: “Hello.” (I'm crying hahaha I think this is the only line he has in all of AASOAF 1 🤣)
Last: “That’s not part of the plan.”
Magdalene
First: “Thou needs be Mother Frère.”
Last: "Thou, in the company of these, wrought the wheel’s turn. The fury. Whispers in tall grass speak, The Pale Kings sit not idle, if thy should seek the company of villains, all must follow thee and vacate places and victuals for innocents seeking refuge. It is the only way to preserve.”
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Rules: You will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIP/s that starts with each letter in that word!
My word is: LIGHT
Just for some variety, we're going to do this with M.O.W!
"Lets make a promise."
"Ikismoyi majeva!" (translates to "always")
Golden and shining.
He crouched over it, chest still rising and falling from the chase, as he eagerly welcomed the warm blood spilling from its bountiful flesh into his parched throat.
The rising sun struck his eye, a serpentine flash of gold, and the world rushed back.
Your word: MYSTERY
Tagging (gently): @commander-krios @void-botanist @livums @anyablackwood @acertainmoshke and anyone else who wants to play!
Did anyone tag me for this one? No. Am I just looking for an excuse to avoid editing? YES.
Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)
Eiph'ck (aka Tlagasca Enton Hartim of Miranx)
Art by  https://twitter.com/Azraels_Art
Quick Facts
Height: 6'7" (when reared)
Age: 30s
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Gay
Pros
Observant, takes notes of your favorite things and doesn't forget them.
Very silly, if you can get it out of him, of course lol.
Enjoys dancing, especially spontaneously!
Quite romantic and cuddly when he feels safe.
He's a big fan of holding hands 🥺
Doesn't like to talk so much because his own voice sounds really loud to him, therefore whatever he does say out loud, especially words of endearment, are HUGE. (bro is probably seconds away from imploding by the time he says anything lol)
Cons
Might try to eat you. (He has a thing for humans and not in the nice way lol)
Terribly wounded. He legitimately believes he's unlovable and feels very guilty about receiving affection even though he likes it.
Has a hard time admitting things to himself and will suffer needlessly because of it.
Loses his memory quite often and depends on those around him to fill in the gaps.
Duty driven. He takes his convictions pretty seriously and can severe about it at times.
Proud, especially of his homeland and his god. (Won't tolerate insults of either thing even though he believes the former is seriously flawed)
Smash or Pass?
Smash
Pass
Other
Voting ended onJul 20, 2024
Tagging (gently): @outpost51 @teamdilf @void-botanist @captain-kraken @sparatus and anyone else who wants to play!
(also anyone tagged doesn't have to do it if you're uncomfortable offering up your OCs for something like this đź’™)
Preview below the cut! Read the full chapter on Wattpad or AO3đź’š
Hantaph had a strange profile. There were no great walls or gates, instead, its people lived in their wood-woven homes, scattered between the thick trunks and the thin, as though they were part of the Heartland’s verdant undergrowth. The only indication of the settlement’s beginning and end were the Watchmen of the Hantaphian Reserves, robed in their sacred earthen-colored habit and placed at intervals upon its invisible border. They faced ever outward, their eyes and all their senses keen for anything on the horizon, and were so still, they might be mistaken for trees, grown in the form of man.
In his younger days, Quye’ck could only reason them as living statues, lying in wait for the blink of darkness which came as the day shut its weary eyes and was replaced by man’s poor, orange rendering of a star field. Only then could they stretch their limbs and mouths—the objects which they used to Consume—sight unseen. Then, as the dark and firelight’s glow intensified, their silhouettes elongated, their yevlla-thick arms took on the shape and shade of the real thing, and their faces disappeared, becoming plain tree bark. Someone, in the right light and in the wrong frame of mind, might swear the ordinary trees before them had just been men. Another might laugh at the notion of such an active imagination.
