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๐๐ soooo.... sharing my OCs. please be nice?
The Trio
Rado/Radomil AKA Radomillia: a cinnamon roll; childhood friends with Merisalia โ she was bullied as a child by her family and peers, and Salia was the only one who defended her and made her feel seen. When Salia becomes a living goddess to the Faithful then goes missing, Rado hires Miras, an expert hunter and tracker, to look for her.
Salia AKA Merisalia AKA The Goddess: a tough one to crack; childhood friends with Rado โ she earned Radoโs loyalty by being her defender as a child. Also the first person to call her Radomil. Became a living goddess according to the tradition of f the Faithful (then later โthe mother of lifeโ), and was prohibited from contact with Rado, because she was isolated from commoners. She was never able to tell Rado about her developing feelings because the Goddess is not permitted to love or be known by anyone other than her counterpart, the Father of Life. She also discovered how hypocritical and corrupt their religion is when she became the Goddess at thirteen, and this is part of the reason why she went missing when she got pregnant. She wants to tell Rado about all the lies, but Rado is a devout believer and is brainwashed like the rest of them. Disillusioned and a little bitter, this dramatic bitch's theme song is You Must Love Me (out of context of Evita the musical, mostly bc of the lyrics).
Miras AKA Esmiras: one of the Heretics, which is what they call people who grow up outside of the religion. Abandoned by her mother, she was raised by her father for the first five years of her life, until he died from one of the raids instigated by the Faithful to either convert or wipe out the Heretics. Then she grew up mostly by herself, moving place to place, with some help from the well-meaning Heretic communities she encounters. Because of her nomadic lifestyle, no one knows the land more than Miras does, which is why Rado hires her to help find Salia. A tough cookie. Insists she doesnโt care, actually cares the most. Loads of mommy issues (which Salia exploits then, uh, helps with the more they get to know each other). Just wants to be loved.
BONUS (if youโve made it this far): spicy little snippet below the cut.
RADO
I lift the tent flap to check on Salia and the baby, but the sight inside stops me in my tracks.
Even in the dim light, pale skin glows as if haloed by fire. One sleeve has slipped down over a [pale] shoulder, and shadows from the lantern play on elegant curves, molding themselves to rounded flesh. My mouth waters like a slavering beast, and I swallow my shameful hunger.
The infantโs head is nestled on Salia's breast, shielding her from my inappropriate line of sight. He is asleep now, and I force myself to turn away, my duty done.
But Salia's low murmur keeps me rooted to my spot. โWait.โ
Reflexively, I look back at her as she puts the baby down on the small, makeshift cradle. My mouth drops as Salia straightens and turns toward me, letting her dress fall open further. I want to look away, but my own eyes are out of my command: instead, they trace the soft, heavy rounded weight of Salia's breast and enviously rove over the slightly reddened skin of a pink nipple from where the child had supped.
I wet my lips instinctively, jealously wanting to soothe the inflamed skin, to lap at the beads of moisture pooling beneath, and the jewel hues of Salia's eyes disappear, swallowed by the gold of her pupils.
A lone finger swipes at the moisture on her breast and I feel as if I am in a trance as I watch Salia hold out her hand to me. Her finger is stained with her milk.
โHe is asleep, and I am still full with milk. Will you suckle from me?โ
My breath stops and I am frozen in place. It is as if something has [exploded] within me. The only movement I feel is the pounding between my legs.
โRadomil?โ Salia whispers, her voice low and thick, an echo of her voice in my darkest fantasies.
My feet are first to move of their own accord, unable to deny her anything. Then my hand, the traitor, accepts her offered finger and brings it to my mouth. I close my eyes and taste the sweet flavor of her.
And just like that, the battle is over. Nothing in the world has made more sense than this.
I surge forward, letting go of Salia's hand in favor of cupping her breast. I obey her and myself, and let my lips close over the pink nipple, drinking as deeply as I can.
โYes!โ Salia breathes above me, a gasp I have longed my whole life to hear. Her fingers thread into my hair, pulling me closer. โYes, drink, my love. It is for you.โ
I obey dutifully, sucking and laving with my tongue, mapping out the flesh that I have longed my whole life to touch and taste. I can hear Salia's moans, can feel her chest rising to meet my mouth, can feel her hands fisting in my hair and pulling. It sends me into a near delirium.
My hand finds her other breast weeping enviously and I soothe it with one palm, making Salia moan louder. Her milk stains my hand, and my mouth leaves her breast long enough to lick the liquid off my palm.
Our eyes meet over my hand, and I see the naked hunger glowing in Salia's eyes. In one smooth motion, she rips my hand from my mouth and surges up to replace it with her lips and tongue.
Vaguely, as our tongues tangle together, I realize that this is our first kiss. The thing I have wanted since I was a child, watching my best and only friend grow into her power and become a goddess.
I grip her tightly, wanting to savor the moment, but then I hear the baby stir beside us. I pull away unwillingly, turning slightly toward the cradle. Salia shakes her head. โHe won't wake.โ
The sounds from the cradle stop, and Salia is satisfied, but a stirring of guilt makes me turn toward the flap of the tent, in the direction of Miras's bed, and I stop, hesitating.
โPleaseโฆโ Salia breathes beneath me, her hips writhing under mine. Still turned toward the tent flap, my last remaining scrap of thought shaped like Miras, I drop my forehead onto Saliaโs. My breath is shallow and my clit throbs between my legs. Salia takes advantage. โPlease, Radomilโฆ please, I want you inside me. Where you belong.โ
Her words force the breath from my lungs, and I forget all else. Saliaโs glowing eyes burn into mine as she takes my hand and leads it to the cleft between her legs. Her wet heat bathes my fingers as I draw a line from her clit to her entrance. I hear her moan my name, and I exhale shakily.
Sheโs right, and we both know it. This is where I belong โ where I have always belonged, because I have always been hers.
But as our eyes meet and I enter her, it dawns on me that perhaps the reverse is also true.
This is where I belong, because she is mine.
MIRAS
I can hear them in the stillness of the night.
The sound of their breathing so close it feels as if I am in the tent with them. My legs shift restlessly under the blanket even as I try to keep them closed. A low throaty moan that cannot be anyone but Merisalia as I hear fabric shift, and I grit my teeth. Despite my envy, my dislike for the woman, the sound sends a bolt of arousal straight to my core and I flip over to my side to keep my legs from spreading.
Then finally, her.
โSaliaโฆโ
This voice is unlike any I've heard from Radomil before. Raw and yet velvet at the same time, like leather rasping across my skin, it makes my spine tingle and my cunt clench. Rado has never spoken to me like this. This is for Merisalia alone.
I turn my head into the cloak I'd been using as a pillow, as if it could hide the envy that must be plain on my face. I pretend, as I always do nowadays, that my heart isn't caught in this womanโs vice grip.
Across the camp, I can hear the groans coming from Rado's lips, and I pretend I'm not imagining her groaning into my own skin. My cunt is wet and aching and empty. I hear Merisalia cry out, loud and wild. I can almost see that perfect face contorted in pleasure, and I can't bear it anymore.
I flip over onto my stomach, and my hand finds its way between my legs, trying to soothe the building ache there. I lift my hips to give my fingers access, and if I don't think about it, it could almost be Rado aligning my hips to hers. The thought has my fingers dancing on my clit before I can even push it away. Thankfully, the cloak swallows my own moans.
The sounds from the other tent become louder and more heated. I can hear Rado's whispers, too low for me to understand the words, but the quiet, firm command in her voice is enough to break anyoneโs willpower. I slip my fingers inside myself and pretend.
That my fingers are not my own.
That the low murmur from the other tent is for me.
That my hips are grinding on a strong thigh rather than my own arm.
That I was the one desired, chosen. That I was the one who had known Rado before she was Radomil, when she was still a young Radomillia โ surrounded by family, but lonely and alone, like me.
That I was the one who held Radoโs devotion all these years. Such deep and powerful devotion that she would cross oceans to find me.
I hear Radoโs voice break over a whine, and I shudder. Merisaliaโs rising moans spur me on, my fingers burying themselves deep within me. And when she comes, Radoโs name a cry of pleasure wrung from her lips, I come with her and echo the same scream into my cloak so neither of them can hear.
Iโm going to be honest I am annoyed about the influx of fic turned book thatโs been happening the last few years. Not every hobby has to turn into a hustle. It also feels disingenuous and like you donโt actually care about fandom and the fanfiction community and itโs just a workshop for these authors. Also I think itโs hedging closer and closer to a crackdown on fics because so many of this books are being marketed as former fics, itโs making this line blurrier and blurrier and the very thin shield that Fair Use has to protect fic writers could easily be stripped. Idk it just feels yucky and nasty to me personally
Not going to be diplomatic but kind of mean with my addition here. But I also think youโre a bad writer if you do this. Because either your fic sucked as a fic or your book will suck as a book, because a good fic is so intrinsic with canon details and remixes and interpretations of the source material, that readers are so excited to read it because it feels like the characters/universe they first fell in love with. If your fic-turned-book can easily be stripped of those nuances, it fails as a good fic. Maybe it was highly readable but it wasnโt good. But, then, if your fic-turned-book cannot be easily stripped of those nuances, it fails as a good book because itโs no longer readable. I have read myself* exactly one fic-turned-book where I had also read the fic version, and one of the highly emotional moments in the narrative fell completely flat in the book because all of the original source material had been stripped away.
*a few of my friends have read fic-turned-books after reading the original fic, a few of my friends have read fic-turned-books that was never actually posted as fic (the Hozier RPF), I have compared the original fics to fic-turned-books, I have unknowingly read a fic-turned-book where I didnโt read the fic but I was familiar with the source material for the fic. The specific one cited above is a fic I read in 2022 that was then turned into a book that I read this year, just to see what could possibly have been changed
your email found me at the grocery store irl. that's crazy that you gave it little legs and everything. it walked right up to me. everyone was so scared one person screamed when i picked it up. i said it's okay you just do this kind of thing sometimes. while i was reading, its little legs were just sort of dangling in the air. someone asked me if it's alive and if holding it like that made it uncomfortable. i told them idk i just get the emails i don't send them.
[id. A twitter post by @/Bennieeexyz
Jury duty letter came addressed to my cat.
Not a mistake. "Felix Martinez" - that's his full name according to his vet records.
My last name. His first name. Somehow he's a registered voter now.
Called the county clerk.
Me: My cat got summoned for jury duty.
Clerk: Is the name correct on the summons?
Me: Yes, but he's a cat.
Clerk: Is Felix Martinez a legal resident of this county?
Me: He's a legal cat.
Clerk: Sir, if the name matches our records, he needs to appear or file an exemption.
Me: He can't file anything. He has paws.
Clerk: You can file on his behalf.
Me: Under what exemption? There's no box for "is a cat."
Clerk: (pause) Check "unable to serve due to medical reasons."
Me: What's the medical reason?
Clerk: He's a cat.
Me: That's not a medical condition.
Clerk: It is if it prevents him from serving.
Sent in the form. Got rejected two weeks later.
"Insufficient documentation. Please provide medical professional's statement."
Took the letter to my vet.
Me: I need you to write that my cat can't do jury duty.
Vet: Why is your cat summoned for jury duty?
Me: Excellent question. No good answer.
Vet: This is the weirdest request I've gotten.
Me: Can you just write that he's medically unfit to serve?
Vet: On what grounds?
Me: He's a cat.
Vet: (started typing) "Patient is unable to serve due to species-related limitations including inability to speak, read, or comprehend legal proceedings."
Me: Perfect.
Sent it in. Got another rejection.
"Summons is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in contempt of court."
My roommate thought this was hilarious.
Roommate: Felix is going to jail.
Me: This is serious.
Roommate: Bring him to court. See what happens.
Decided that was actually the only option left.
Day of jury duty, put Felix in his carrier. Brought the entire paper trail of rejection letters.
Checked in at the courthouse.
Clerk: Name?
Me: Felix Martinez.
Clerk: (looked at the cat carrier) Is that Felix?
Me: Yes.
Clerk: (long stare) He's a cat.
Me: I've been saying that for six weeks.
Clerk: Why didn't you file an exemption?
Me: I filed three. All rejected.
Showed her the letters. She read through them, expression shifting from confusion to disbelief.
Clerk: Someone rejected the veterinary documentation?
Me: Twice.
Clerk: (called her supervisor over) You need to see this.
Supervisor read everything. Looked at Felix. Looked at me.
Supervisor: How did a cat get registered to vote?
Me: You tell me.
Supervisor: This is a data error.
Me: Took you six weeks to figure that out.
They dismissed Felix immediately. Apologized for the inconvenience.
Supervisor: We'll remove him from the voter registry.
Me: Appreciate it.
Supervisor: (pause) Out of curiosity, how would he have voted?
Me: Probably whatever party supports universal treats.
Got a formal apology letter a week later and a voter registration card.
For me this time. Apparently I wasn't registered, but my cat was.
Roommate: Felix committed voter fraud.
Me: Felix committed nothing. He's innocent.
Roommate: That's what they all say.
Felix is sleeping on the jury summons now.
Fitting end to his legal career.
end id]
This has been my main argument against "AI" from the very beginning.
OpenAI scraped the entire web. All of which had been a labor of love from humans. Wikipedia is the backbone of a lot of LLMs, and that was volunteer human labor. They stole it and now they're selling it back to us.
And worse, they're trying to destroy the free sources that they stole from. It's destruction of human knowledge on an unprecedented scale. The burning of the library of Alexandria has nothing on this.
