to be a twelve-hour sparrow

raayide - he/him - aroace - all things writing hello! just an author bashing my head against the page. posting things about my wips, fics on my ao3, and any art i do!

[raayide]

hello all! i'm raayide, he/him, marooned on this site after much time adrift. i'm mostly an author that's been doing some art as well, both for my original works and for fandom! always down to chat :D

still working on setting up my tags, but hopefully it'll be filterable with #raayide writing and #raayide art!

i've got a couple of other specialized blogs - @twelvehoursparrow for my main wip (though it's mostly empty now) and @welcomecrocodilian which has all my saved inspiration posts!

[raayide]

undo, underdog

UA has a rule—no quirkless students. It was added years ago, after much hemming and hawing about safety concerns and lessening blame in the inevitable circumstance of death. There's no real reason to remove it, not as the percentage of quirkless people plummets further and further. Of course, this rule doesn't actually matter to Izuku, because he's got an analysis quirk. As far as anyone knows.

The Plan is simple: have a quirk, become a hero, and avoid anyone who could disprove those first two things.

In hindsight, UA isn't a great choice. And that's before the villains.

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sometimes life is normal! and then sometimes you randomly read through an outline and wake up to find you've cranked out another 30k for an old fic of yours :)

time for izuku to be even more of a dumbass, this time with Mystery

[raayide]

false keel

The captain—because it must be the captain, there's no other possibility—stops directly before the straggled lines of captives. Black hair frames his angular features, the way his eyes narrow not against the sun but against them: their existence, maybe, or just the existence of all those beneath him. There is a pause. And then he speaks. "I am Captain Cazador Szarr of the Eternal," he says. It's a deep, almost melodic voice; too rich for the seadogs and savages that so often fill ships. Even against the better-dressed of his crew, he stands out like a noble in the East End rookeries. "And I am here to meet with your captain, pirates."

The year is 1728, and Astarion Ancunín casts across the Atlantic in hopes of reaching the Caribbean to finally make a name for himself.

He doesn't quite make it there.

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my fill for the cazstar gift exchange!! featuring way too much historical accuracy and worldbuilding and lore for what was supposed to be pwp

[raayide]

binary stars

She hadn't really been his sister. He hadn't really been her brother, either. But they had been something.

Astarion and Violet and Violet's death.

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spawn sibling exploration - and a collection of missing scenes from my other fic the cure for the world is saltwater! can be read alone :)

[raayide]

ee thank you for the tag @serenfire!!

goodness! this is my most productive year wordcount wise, though a part of me is feral at the idea of getting 14k more out before the end to reach 400k LMAO

but ahhh look at all of the people!! all of the readers!!! thank you all so so so much for reading and enjoying and liking my silly little ficsssss

no pressure tags!! @stolenglow @megacharicific @jellyfishline @ushauz @notwhelmedyet @thecheeseburgercat @essayofthoughts

[thecheeseburgercat]

some rhythm on your blood; now in the flesh

So I was hooked on @raayide's Astarion centric fic some rhythm on your blood from the very first chapter, and I knew I had to try binding it even though it is one chonk of a fic. I'm very happy with how this came out, a crisp and satisfying bradel bind <3

Bloody insides beneath the cut:

[raayide]

i cannot put into words how much i am in love with this!!! the colours!!! the corners!!! the splatter!!! the SPINE!!!!! genuinely inhaling this with my very soul thank you so much

[raayide]

haunting out by the reeds

Undead cannot become mindflayers. A living mind is required to be a host, and vampire spawns don't have one.

There's something growing inside Astarion's skull.

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you ever uh. hear that someone would like more body horror, become unaware how that one-off sentence will worm into your brain, and then it strikes five months later so this pops out? well. life is going great. apologies in advance @stolenglow

[raayide]

even apocalypse is fleeting

When Astarion flees to the city, he spends seven bloodstained days alone, and then he is never heard from again.

The story in full has been lost. But here are some of the pieces left behind.

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hey gang! tired of normal, boring POVs that do things like actually having a person or narrator? also tired of fics that don't have inscrutable placement, timelines, and are set from the perspection of a murder investigation? then uh. first off welcome to this very niche club and second here's a fic

[raayide]

sacrifice before the gallows

Not now, you say, over and over, as you gouge mortality from your body in strips of bloody red. Not now. I'll be a better person once I escape. At a certain point, you have to understand that you're lying.

Karlach is dragged into the hells. It's a terrible place to discover yourself.

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come one come all for all the pre-canon karlach angst you could ever want!!

[raayide]

some rhythm on your blood

chapter eighteen, wherein Astarion finally, finally understands that just maybe, this party is here to help <3

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and fin :)

when i set out to start writing this story, in no world did i predict it'd end up a 200k behemoth diving deep into questions of monsterhood, ownership, power, and one vampire spawn's determination to make every possible situation worse for himself. but here we are! im so happy to have written this, and so thankful for all the love you wonderful people have shown it <3

thank you all so much for reading!!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

tell your favorite fanfic writers you love them

[goodgirlgonebard]

ohhh I love this and I love @lofi-fried 💕 @deadly-diminuendo 🩷 @amidtheflowers 💝 @bardic-inspo 💞 @elemit 💗 @chaushaus 💓 @nw39 💖 @strawberrypinky 💘 and probably more I can’t think of in this car on the way to Cheesecake Factory!!! Love you all so much, thank you for sharing you creativity!! 🩷🩷

[chaushaus]

What a wonderful thing to find in my mentions!

I love this concept -

Tagging (and not excluding anyone there are too many people to tag lol) some of my favorite authors on Tumblr: @amischiefofmice @ballofbitter @alwaysmauria @thecosyblue @lottavilja @aevallare @catheroo @dbglow @pixel7777 @scrapsovereign @la-knight @nw39 @nyx-knox @michanvalentine

@raayide

[raayide]

ahh, this is so sweet!! thank you for the tag :D

shotgun approach <3:

@stolenglow @megacharicific @thecheeseburgercat @notwhelmedyet @jellyfishline @ushauz @verassi @essayofthoughts @backfliips

[raayide]

do you really think you can escape, demonsbane?

[raayide]

some rhythm on your blood

chapter seventeen, wherein Astarion knows all the best complete disasters take two chapters to finish losing their minds

[raayide]

light at the end of the road

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a lil happy art of my fic wanderlost :)

[raayide]

entamaphobia

The door is in front of you, waiting. If you open it, the man you orbit will come out the other side, either dead or alive. If you open it, the decision will be on your shoulders. If you open it, you will be made to pick up the pieces. It's quite simple; you don't want to open the door.

Jean Vicquemare knows this will all come to an end. Instead, he smokes.

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bc even jean deserves second person sometimes

[raayide]

The shield doesn't protect him now. Everything comes boiling up, memories so vivid he could touch them, racing behind his eyes: Gandrel, eyes dark in an abandoned cellar, the crossbow, I asked whether they would promise to put you down if you proved to be the monster I know you are—a rapier through dirt and stomach, pinned to the ground, claws digging into shoulders, spells cupped between palms—iron from a camp of six and its confirmation upon the morning—empty bottles and no questions asked—deals made—don't bite people–

Astarion screams. 

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trying out a new art style, and thought i'd try to render the crashout scene from the latest chapter of some rhythm on your blood :)

[raayide]

some rhythm on your blood

chapter sixteen, wherein Astarion has one last bad decision to make and elects to do it with a bang