Come one, come all to admire this raging dumpster fire!
I've always just lurked but now! -I'm actually posting-
(I like multiple folks and fandoms but my hyper-fixations hit hard and fast so please forgive the repeated topics,, I'm exclusively self-indulgent <3) (on that note be advised I do post/interact with nsfw!!)
I have no idea what I'm doing (so keep that in mind) but I love feedback so please feed my ego and leave a comment or ask a question!
Iāve had issues before with LOA not having enough fan content on AO3 (everyone remembers the Shepnax famine š¬, and now we are somewhat more fedšāāļø) but Iāve returned with a new LOA demand
Iām getting on this and everyone else needs to as well,, <30 fics total is far too few and I WILL be the change I want to see in the worldšāāļøš„³
So Iām cooking up another āØspicy⨠Shepnax fic right? (Yes I know I literally just finished and posted one but I have an addiction to these two ok?)
But Iām thinking of going kinda unhinged with this oneā¦
I mentioned it sometime before but has anyone else read Haunting Adeline? And then proceeded to never view character with guns the same?
Anyways like Iāve said before I just think the gun scene would work really well between these two and Iām a self-indulgent whore soooooo
Sass me at yer own risk Darlinā (the beginning of a Shepnax fanfic)
This is the very start of the first shepnax fic im writing!! not much to it yet but wanted to share anyways
mild location spoilers?
(Set in Tomb of Sorrows, very loosely but when Sarnax is acting all sour about using his spells)
The party had been venturing down the dim tunnel for hours at this point. Despite not running into any danger so far, everyone was getting increasingly on edge. The shallow water theyād been forced to trudge through was cold and had by now fully soaked through their shoes. The silence was heavy in the musty air, and the already narrow walls felt like they were closing in. Suffice to say, no-one was in a particularly good mood.
Shepherd and Sarnax were leading the charge, with the tiefling taking the front, arcane pistol firmly in hand, and the lizard dutifully following to light the way. Given the near silence of the group, the two had exchanged few words since entering the tunnel. Neither wanted to draw the groups attention, especially toward any less than professional conversations, but Sarnax was starting to get frustrated with this and it was seeping, ever so subtly, into his behavior. He was keeping it generally to himself, not wanting to explain his silly aggravation at not enough attention. Although, the frequent huffs and splashing steps did not unnoticed by the cowboys keen senses, he decided there was little to do about it now and heād have to address this attitude later.
āāā
Reaching the bottom of the staircase, the group began trying to solve the apparent puzzle to get hopefully into the catacombs. Now that the group was talking, Sarnaxās sass was becoming more apparent. The lizard was very particular about what he thought would be the solution, and seemed to almost glower at the Professor for not immediately doing as he suggested. He stomped over, ignoring the others, and quickly pulled the chain on the wall.
āGherixās light guides me to open our path,ā and the lizards razor sharp teeth glinted as his mouth widened slightly into a smug grin, clearly pleased with himself. Shepherd cocked his eyebrow at the, blatant to him, display, though the rest of the party didnāt seem to notice. Shepherd hadnāt expected the lizardfolk to have such an attitude, especially in front of the whole expedition like this. To be fair, the cleric had been pulling more than his fair share so maybe Shep could cut him a little slack.
But whereās the fun in that?
As the group made their way back up the stairs, Shepherd came behind the lizard, leaned close to his ear, and whispered low, āwatch it, darlin.ā His tail coming up to snap at Sarnaxsā ass, causing him to jump a bit and suppress a chirp of surprise. Shepherd fell back smirking to himself and watching the lizardfolks twitching tail silently as they climbed the stairs.
Theyād finally gotten to the catacombs they were searching for, and they were suddenly very unsure how to proceed. Sarnax was giving the Professor a hard time about being the one to contact Arabelle, imploring him to be more prepared in the future while his tail twitched.Ā
Shepherd took note of this but decided to see what else the lizard would do, after all the Professor should have been more preparedā¦
Almost immediately as they crossed the threshold, evidently unthreatening as Arabelle had said, the Professor turned to Sarnax hoping for some insight on where to begin searching for their targets.
āI suppose I will, yet again, use my energy to call upon Gherix and have his holy will guide us to the remainsā Saying this, the lizard even went so far as to roll his eyes, though it seemed unpracticed, before glancing toward Shepherd.Ā
Oh the little devil knows what heās doinā, heās tryna fire me up
Thinking this, Shepherds face split into a devilish grin.
Theres a bridge behind the art and music schools that looks like it goes to nowhere. I used to see it nearly every night when I was spending hours each evening finishing ceramics projects. I only noticed it at night, when it looked like a suspended bridge leading into the abyss. It intrigued me and terrified me, drawing my eyes but never my body, never willing to march into the void, paranoid it would be my death. I felt that it was finally time to experience this place, in the day when my demise could be staved away by the light. Immediately it was mind-blowing to me how un-frightening it was. There were many people out walking or running, and at the end of the bridge there was an intersection of well-travelled hiking/biking trails. Having only taken note when it was empty and dark, I was surprised to see an up-to-date trail bulletin board, a comfortable looking bench, and even a well-equipped bike maintenance stop. My path was far more travelled and Human than I had anticipated; I always figured the bridge would be as much of a scene for a horror movie as I had imagined.Ā Ā
Iāve lived in this town my whole life, and Iād never realized a river flowed through this part of the campus. I spent some time watching the river flow and observing what had been lost and caught on the banks and rocks. I find my eyes drawn to trash in nature; there's something grotesque and morbidly beautiful in the audacity and confidence of human presence and Things left behind. I always wonder what led to those items being forgotten. Was it dropped by accident and mourned for days to come? Did they think it was just trash and were too lazy to dispose of it properly? Was there some emotional break, ending in chucking this offending object off the bridge? Did something tragic happen and the owner didnāt survive to retrieve it? Iām never totally sure how it happened, and I end up thinking about it for days or weeks following.Ā
Today I saw a life jacker, marooned on a rock cluster in the middle of the river. I hope my mourning is unfounded, but I still see it there, abandoned.Ā
Sass me at yer own risk Darlinā (the beginning of a Shepnax fanfic)
This is the very start of the first shepnax fic im writing!! not much to it yet but wanted to share anyways
mild location spoilers?
(Set in Tomb of Sorrows, very loosely but when Sarnax is acting all sour about using his spells)
The party had been venturing down the dim tunnel for hours at this point. Despite not running into any danger so far, everyone was getting increasingly on edge. The shallow water theyād been forced to trudge through was cold and had by now fully soaked through their shoes. The silence was heavy in the musty air, and the already narrow walls felt like they were closing in. Suffice to say, no-one was in a particularly good mood.
Shepherd and Sarnax were leading the charge, with the tiefling taking the front, arcane pistol firmly in hand, and the lizard dutifully following to light the way. Given the near silence of the group, the two had exchanged few words since entering the tunnel. Neither wanted to draw the groups attention, especially toward any less than professional conversations, but Sarnax was starting to get frustrated with this and it was seeping, ever so subtly, into his behavior. He was keeping it generally to himself, not wanting to explain his silly aggravation at not enough attention. Although, the frequent huffs and splashing steps did not unnoticed by the cowboys keen senses, he decided there was little to do about it now and heād have to address this attitude later.
āāā
Reaching the bottom of the staircase, the group began trying to solve the apparent puzzle to get hopefully into the catacombs. Now that the group was talking, Sarnaxās sass was becoming more apparent. The lizard was very particular about what he thought would be the solution, and seemed to almost glower at the Professor for not immediately doing as he suggested. He stomped over, ignoring the others, and quickly pulled the chain on the wall.
āGherixās light guides me to open our path,ā and the lizards razor sharp teeth glinted as his mouth widened slightly into a smug grin, clearly pleased with himself. Shepherd cocked his eyebrow at the, blatant to him, display, though the rest of the party didnāt seem to notice. Shepherd hadnāt expected the lizardfolk to have such an attitude, especially in front of the whole expedition like this. To be fair, the cleric had been pulling more than his fair share so maybe Shep could cut him a little slack.
But whereās the fun in that?
As the group made their way back up the stairs, Shepherd came behind the lizard, leaned close to his ear, and whispered low, āwatch it, darlin.ā His tail coming up to snap at Sarnaxsā ass, causing him to jump a bit and suppress a chirp of surprise. Shepherd fell back smirking to himself and watching the lizardfolks twitching tail silently as they climbed the stairs.
Theyād finally gotten to the catacombs they were searching for, and they were suddenly very unsure how to proceed. Sarnax was giving the Professor a hard time about being the one to contact Arabelle, imploring him to be more prepared in the future while his tail twitched.Ā
Shepherd took note of this but decided to see what else the lizard would do, after all the Professor should have been more preparedā¦
Almost immediately as they crossed the threshold, evidently unthreatening as Arabelle had said, the Professor turned to Sarnax hoping for some insight on where to begin searching for their targets.
āI suppose I will, yet again, use my energy to call upon Gherix and have his holy will guide us to the remainsā Saying this, the lizard even went so far as to roll his eyes, though it seemed unpracticed, before glancing toward Shepherd.Ā
Oh the little devil knows what heās doinā, heās tryna fire me up
Thinking this, Shepherds face split into a devilish grin.
Iāve been on my own for a few years now, but Iāll still never get used to coming home to silence. Itās been busy house after busy house for me for the first 18 years of my life, at least what I remember of them. Donāt get me wrong, Iām happy to finally have some peace and privacy, but part of me just misses the familiarity and comfort. Not in the mood for nostalgia I push back the old memories and unlock the deadbolt of my apartment. Dark and quiet. Itās more eerie than Iād like but itās home, for now. The small orange paper note counter mocks me for tat thought. My 22nd birthday is in a few weeks and Iām still living in this shit hole saving for my ludicrous college dreams. Honestly at this point I should just give it up. Itās been almost four years and Iāve barely made a dent in just the price of tuition. For some reason I just canāt let this go.
Iāve always dreamed of being a journalist for some high class paper. Maybe itās because I want to show people the real world. The truth at itās core. It feels like my whole childhood was constructed of beautifully intricate lies. Thereās one tragic thing about lies. They always fall apart. I still havenāt uncovered everything from my past but Iām close, I know it. The one thing Iām sure of is that I want keep as many people as I can from falling into the same trap.
A good nights rest and a warm morning shower are just what I needed. I wouldnāt say Iām miraculously cured of all negativity, but I suppose this is a start. A distant but insistent ringing sounds from the bedroom.
Hi! This is my first post and Iām crazy excited!! This is an excerpt from a book Iām working on I wanted to put a little tester out there and see what people thought! Please leave comments and suggestionsš„°