#hoths

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...and you put them together.

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Wip Wednesday, but it's so late that it's actually Thursday

I've been tagged by the wonderful @hircines-hunter to share some stuffs and I have some stuffs to share!! Not gonna lie, what I have for WYGTYA is so scandalous, that it might not be canon after all because of that FUCKING HIGH ELF and his insane chemistry with a certain someone, so instead, have some gay HOTHS pirates who will certainly be canon and no one will come between them. Anyway, if anyone has a surprise character have more chemistry with their main than the one they're supposed to be paired with, PLEASE DM ME I AM IN DIRE NEED OF SUFFERING TOGETHER

No pressure tags: @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @dirty-bosmer @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @illumiera @sheirukitriesfandom and sorry if you've already done this I am late late lmao

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He wraps a palm around his ankle so gently it hurts, examining it thoroughly, as if his leg was made out of the most precious and expensive porcelain. The Redguard slowly moves his foot upwards and he winces in pain.

“Shit. Did it hurt a lot?” Rhaim furrows his brows, his voice heavy with worry.

'Odd. Why would anyone worry for me?' “No. I’m pretty sure it’s supposed to hurt.” 

“No, it’s fucking not.” 

“It’s an injury. That’s what injuries do.” 

“Whatever. I don’t like the swelling one bit. How long has it been hurting?” 

Isn't that a million-septim question? How long has he been like this? How many years of pain and suffering? Of desecration and humiliation? Of chains around his ankle and slavery? “I don’t… remember.” The Nord says weakly, avoiding his eyes.

A surge of anger flows through Rhaim and fills him to the brim.

“You should probably leave me-”

“-Not happening. You’re a damn good fighter. I’m looking forward to sparring with you once you’re healed. Besides, you cook, and Signe’s taken a liking to you. Not giving up on you as long as you’ll have us.” He says, walking over to a fancy sofa. He talks so nonchalantly as if his words didn’t actually turn Edward’s world upside down. He grunts in satisfaction as he rips a long piece of the soft material. “Maybe it’ll be hard for you to accept this at first, but we want you in our crew” he approaches him again, a subtle smirk gracing his face. “Besides, I liked the attitude you had during our escape. Confident. Bratty. Fucking insufferable. I don’t think it was just adrenaline there.” He takes his foot in his hands once again and props it to his firm chest, wrapping the cloth around. “Tell me when it gets too tight and I’ll stop.” Golden eyes now making contact so intense that shivers run up Edward’s spine. 

“Y-you need to make it tighter for it to actually work, you know? I’m not made of glass. Besides, I’m pretty sure it’s already broken...” He rambles.

“Yeah, well, I promised I wasn’t gonna hurt you, and I keep my promises.”

“But You’d said we’d spar?” 

“That’s not the same thing.” 

“How is it not? We’ll literally hit each other.”

“Yea, but it’s different, 'cuz we’ll be on equal grounds then.”

“Equal grounds, huh?”

“I mean… We’ll see about that.”

“You really don’t think less of me because of the-”

“No.” He says firmly, letting Edward take the bandage from his hands, their fingers brushing and lingering for a moment.

He tightens it as much as he can, biting his lip in pain. Rhaim almost winces, too, or maybe he does. His hand automatically reaches his ankle, closing his fingers around it. He hasn't seen him this close: his slightly crooked nose, his small face scars, his impossibly blond eyelashes, longer than necessary, hiding pupils like he’s never seen in his life: one ocean-blue and one sand-brown. How is it possible, to carry both sea and land in your eyes? The fist in the hand that’s not holding his ankle clenches at the urge to reach out and brush wild blond fringe out of the way so that he sees those eyes better. He will not take advantage of him. Not now and not ever.

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WIIIIIP

Hi, everyone! It's been a hot minute. Life has been lifeing a bit too much and now I'm in a very stressful period. My mental health is... not doing amazing, but the escapism urge is biiiiig so chapters might be updated soon for both WYGTYA and HOTHS! I have no idea how consistent I will be, as I fluctuate between emotionally charged inspiration boom and mental exhaustion. I *do* have stuff to share for this tag game, however, so have snippets:

~WYGTYA chapter 17 (do not be fooled by this, the chapter is a fucking angst-fest):

“You…” she breathes, “you’ve been spending too much time with us.”

“Maybe too little. I’m no prude, you know?”

“Sorry, you just seem the type to put your hand on your hips and say ‘Language!’ when people swear.”

“Gods, is that the impression I give?”

“Eh, you’re right. I don’t know you well enough to say. I’m sorry, I think it’s just ‘cause you’re a healer, you know?” 

“Hopefully we’ll have enough time to fix my tarnished reputation, hm?”

“Hopefully.”

“We were talking about feelings.”

“You were.”

~HOTHS chapter 4:

“Still alive, and look! I found us a bartender.” Rhaim says, yanking a warhammer from a dead Thalmor and swinging it, hitting three in the process. He nods towards a Nord not too far away, kicking his way through the mass of Thalmor and throwing every sharp object he gets at them.

“I’m not a fucking bartender, you fucker!” He shouts, and Signe couldn’t be more elated. He looks feral, blood staining his rags and his blond hair. He fights with a rage that she can feel radiating, even from where she’s fighting.

He stabs a Thalmor right through the heart with a dagger. Signe realizes that she let herself get distracted by the possible new addition to the crew when she feels a sharp pain in her upper arm and sees that she’s been slashed by the very Thalmor who let them enter this place. But just as she was readying herself for a fight, a flying dagger pierces through her skull, right in the middle of her forehead, eyes rolling in the back of her head and dropping dead within seconds. She can hear a distant “Told you I have exceptional aim!”. Signe jerks her head back to the Nord, who’s approaching the body to retrieve the knife.

“The one-eyed woman! You’re kind of a celebrity around here.” He grins, kicking another Thalmor who approached Signe behind her back. “Nice to finally meet you, fellow Nord. I’m Edward. If you need a cook in your crew, I’m your man.”

🥰🥰EDWARD MY MOST BELOVED BOY 🥰🥰

I'm tagging @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @hircines-hunter @dirty-bosmer @bostoniangirl21 @illumiera if you haven't done this already and want to do it 💖💖

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No way, am I actually posting a WIP?!

My dears, so much is happening, and as always, when I am entirely too busy for anything, inspiration hits. I still have very complicated feelings about my writing, but progress is progress and I've been tagged by @illumiera for a wip wednesday.

I am very conflicted about ch. 17 of WYGTYA because it's just so sad, angsty, and the subject is something that I relate to very much, and I feel my readers might do the same, so I really want to do it justice. For now, I'll post a scene form ch. 3 of HOTHS. I'm cooking up something about the Akaviri swordsman because he is joining the crew now! I'm gonna tag @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @dirty-bosmer @bostoniangirl21 @pitiable-arisen only if you want to, of course!

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“It is a one time thing. You have to trust me on this one.” The Altmer shouts.

“Trust, huh? To think that I still have some to spare…” Signe sighs. She gives Rhaim a firm, but apologetic look and turns towards the Akaviri brothers. “Lead them all to the big ship.” She says, and now raises her voice a little louder. “Whoever is able to fight and wants to bring these motherfuckers to their doom is more than welcome. We need to hold them off until the big ship leaves dock, and fight our way through the frigate.” 

“I’ll fight with you.” Renjiro says with a determined look under his furrowed brows.

“What?!” Both Signe and his brother speak at the same time.

“You need me. They all do. I want to do this.” Those determined eyes now turn to pleading.

“I don’t -”

“There’s more to me than meets the eye. Trust me.”

Signe sighs, rolling the word trust in her mind until she’s seen all its faces and meanings.

“I don’t want to put a kid in danger.”

“I’m not a kid. I’m nineteen!”

“Your name ends with ‘teen’!”

Renjiro grunts, then takes a step closer to Signe. “I’m the greatest Akaviri swordsman. With these swords, I killed a God. I think I’ll manage some pointy-eared assholes in fancy robes.”

Signe doesn’t know quite what to say to that, but the intrigue makes its presence known. He barely whispered it like it’s a secret that he’s laying right at her feet. She looks into his deep obsidian eyes and yeah, there’s a young, ambitious kid staring back, but there’s also something more.

“Alright. Say goodbye to your brother. We might not go back home for a while after this, if we survive.” 

The young man gives her the most brilliant grin and turns to his brother, saying something to him in a language that Signe does not understand. His brother swiftly brings their foreheads together and says something back, looking more proud than concerned. ‘Good,’ Signe thinks, and then, with no warning, the young Akaviri unsheathes his swords and sprints to the approaching Thalmor. So many that they were forming a sea of soldiers, the sand barely visible under their robes.

“I like the kid. Think he’ll fit in just fine.” Rhaim winks at Signe before transforming into a werewolf and charging towards the Thalmor.

~

Initially, he was supposed to appear only in a couple of chapters, but I love him so much that I had to add him to the crew! Still not sure if I will go with the 'I killed a god' storyline, but I like it so far, so probably it will stay!

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I've been tagged by @dirty-bosmer last week for a wip wednesday, thank you so much, my friend! <3 <3 Progress is still very slow, but I'm getting there and chapter 3 of HOTHS is almost done! I am so immersed in this pirate story that I wrote like a maniac and might have to split the chapter in two if it gets too meaty. For now, have an Edward, because I'm excited about introducing him <3 And I made another picrew for him because the brainrot is brainrotting.

Tagging @dirty-bosmer right back and @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @thelavenderelf @bostoniangirl21 @nerevar-quote-and-star @blossom-adventures only if you want to, of course! And if anyone reads this and wants to do it, please consider yourself tagged (and tag me in your post so I can see! <3)

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“Fuck.” the Nord quickly gets on his feet and walks over to the counter. It’s almost as if he’s a completely different person. He opens a drawer and starts taking the knives, comparing their sizes and considering which one to take. 

“Can you walk with those?” Rhaim points to the chains still attached to his feet.

“Aye, I think I can manage. Thank you, by the way.”

“Can you fight?"

"Can I fight?" He huffs, spinning a sharp knife in his hand. He turns to look at Rhaim and smirks. The bastard actually smirks. Adrenaline works in mysterious ways. "The real question is: Can you keep up?" 

“What’re you gonna do? Poison their apples?” He says, but a knife flies past his face at a distance that is too close for comfort. He whips his head to look where the knife landed, seeing it planted pointy end first into the cupboard beside his head.

"I have exceptional aim." The Nord smiles in a cocky way and Rhaim jerks his head to look back at him, wide eyed.

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That's it for now! Now look at my boy:

He is smiling while showing the middle finger and being covered in blood. He's a complicated man. Also, while writing, I realized that he turned out much more cocky than I anticipated 💀 But he's still a sad blonde blorbo!

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This was supposed to be a fun Valentine's day tag game, but alas, I hadn't had the time to do it until now. Anyway, I found these cute make-your-ship games and I thought what better way to see what my friend's ships are than to make this tag game!

Doing this for WYGTYA and HOTHS, I'm gonna ramble about my ships from my fics for a little bit because I love them, but first, I'm tagging: @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @illumiera @thelavenderelf @dirty-bosmer @sheirukitriesfandom @bostoniangirl21 @nerevar-quote-and-star only if y'all want to, of course!💖 Also, to whoever else sees this and wished to participate, consider yourself tagged (and tag me in your post, I want to see everyone's ships!)

The links are as follows: F/M F/F M/M

First off, since WYGTYA was the first fic I started posting, it's only fair to start with the ships from there!

One the left, we have the Ravvyraak! She's making Miraak hold her lute because she wants to get another fancy goblet of booze, of course. She's probably teasing him and calling him a lightweight.

And on the right, we have Rumcurio! I haven't picked a background because I can really see Rumarin and Marcurio sneaking off into a dark corner to make out :)))) Maybe both ships are at the same party.

Do Fenrik/Miraak and Rumarin have the same haircut? Yes, but consider this: they got ready for the party together because they're besties, and ever since Chapter 10, Rumarin wants Fenrik to always braid his hair.

And here's a little bonus! My Nerevarine (the red-haired one) and her girlfriend, who is a great-aunt (adoptive) of Ravonna! She is the one who brought a literal emerald bar for the Tavern when the family business started in Blacklight, thus giving it the name "The Emerald Bar"! Aaaand, Ravvy's adoptive dad named her after this woman! I can never have enough Ravonnas, underused name tbh.

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And now for the pirates that are rotting my brain (SPOILER WARNING FOR THE HOTHS SHIPS, I guess)

In order of appearance, we first have Rhaim, everyone's favourite werewolf, with Edward, this annoyingly competitive Nord that's really good at cooking and throwing knives. (the apple is a reference to a dumb line of dialogue that Rhaim says in the upcoming chapter!)

Up next we have Rajeena, skilled warrior, very well-trained, is used to the pirate life, and the crazy Breton named Iresette, who just got a taste of freedom and she realized that she's been starved of it for all her life. (These two haven't appeared yet, but the brainrot is too strong not to include them here)

I know this next one is basically the first ship that appears in HOTHS, but it's not really a canon ship and this is all I'll say on the matter. The redhead is Anne, the voice of reason, endlessly loyal to the woman who introduced her to piracy, which is none other than the captain herself, Signe! WYGTYA readers already know how important Signe is for the plot and which iconic Skyrim NPC she secretly is ;) ALSO, THE ONE-EYED CHARACTER DESIGN IS NOW MY FAVE SIGNE TRAIT!

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WIP Wednesday

Hi, hello. I haven't been active in a while. Truth is that I'm in my exam session, and a lot is happening in real life and I'm overwhelmed. However, @bostoniangirl21 tagged me last week and sharing my love for writing with you guys always puts me in a better mood! So here is a little snippet of Chapter 3 of 'Hymn of the High Seas' that I managed to write while I was still on vacation! Also, @sheirukitriesfandom tagged me to make some ocs with this picrew, and I'm using this post as a combo😆. Thank you guys so much for the tags, they really make my day <3 <3

I'm tagging @sheirukitriesfandom and @bostoniangirl21 back and also @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @dirty-bosmer @thelavenderelf @illumiera for either the wip, the picrew, both or none, whichever you want, of course. 💖💖

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“IT’S HER! THE ONE WHO ESCAPED FROM STROS M’QAI! SHE FITS THE DESCRIPTION!” someone shouts, catching Signe’s attention and sending her mind spiraling into madness with fear, desperation and guilt of dragging Rhaim with her into this doom. Several Thalmor surround them, far too many to fight, even as a team. Signe’s letting herself get distracted, feeling almost paralyzed with fear. ‘Not them. I’ve dragged my crew into peril before we even set sail.’ she thinks, but her thought bubble is violently popped by arms capturing her, making her drop her scimitar to the ground. 

“WE’VE CAUGHT THE DISGUSTING WORM!” A Thalmor shouts right by her ear, so hard that it’s now ringing. “You’re ours now, disgusting, filthy Nord! TAKE THE REST OF THEM ALONG! More practice dummies for our torture adepts-” is all he gets to day before his head gets cut off, falling to the ground with a haunting thud, rolling somewhere away. The others have little time to react because blades cleave through them like a reaper's scythe through a field of fragile blossoms, leaving behind a trail of blood and death. Thalmor bodies start falling around them, setting them free, and in the end, a cloaked figure stands with two katanas unseathed and arms open. The cloak is not like the rest of the thieves', signaling that whoever this is, is not with the Guild. Like fine silk, black robes fall on broad shoulders. The figure raises his head, showing a glimpse of fair skin and pale, pink lips.

“They’re looking for you. Why?” he asks, voice deep and an accent that Signe’s never heard before.

“We escaped Stros M’qai.” She says, panting, and the man finally lifts his gaze, piercing grey eyes looking at her from under a fringe of fine ebony hair.

“Wasn’t hearing things after all.” he huffs, the faintest hint of a smile gracing his lips. “Come with me. All of you.” he says swiftly, and starts moving through the crowd.

The crew exchange glances, silent agreements quickly passing by each and every one of them, and Signe starts catching up to their mysterious saviour.

~

Hmmmm, who could this mysterious saviour be? A new oc that I'm obsessed with, of course! He's Akaviri, and his name is Renjiro. Unfortunately, he's only going to be a secondary character in HOTHS, but he will appear more times throughout the fic!

And for the picrew, I chose to make him!! Look at my boy!

I have another oc that I made with this picrew, which is Edward!! He will be a crew member, and he's a sad blond blorbo (I have to have at least one sad blond blorbo in each project of mine apparently). Also, the hand that cups his face? It's a certain crewmate :D!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I can’t believe I haven’t made a tumblr post about this yet, but here we are. This is a passion project of mine, a WYGTYA prequel and my rewriting of the story of Deathbrand <3