#prowlingwrites

[prowlingthunder]

WIP Whenever

Got myself tagged by @sleepswithvillains​ so everybody gets a teaser beneath the cut.

Tagging @mtraki​ @linwyrms-lair​ @ellis-thescribbler​ @mandakatt​

Quick context, “What if Shmi was a Jedi?” devolved into “What if Shmi was Dooku’s Padawan?” to “What if Shmi was at Galidraan?” because when I brainstorm with @ellis-thescribbler​ for my Shmi/Jango itch this kind of nonsense comes up.

She can still feel the pull of him, pressing against her, focusing her, reaching for this skill, this one he knew would work, the surety of him directing her, the demand of now, now, Shmi, or [younglings crying/shock of nightmares/never-waking dream] and Shmi’s going to be a creche master, but only fully trained knights can be there, only fully trained knights can be trusted to protect the younglings even as young masters, so she can’t be anything less, she can’t do less than pass her Knighthood trials, and she’s only ever practiced the skill under their attention, pulling away anger and fear and pushing in sleep, she’d never use it on an enemy, in combat, never— But she’d never refused her Master for anything, had trusted him for everything, and she wasn’t a warrior, she’d never be a great duelist, and he’d reached and she’d reached back, offering, uncomprehending, and then— The last Mandalorian fell.

[prowlingthunder]

Hi! Thanks so much for the rec! I really appreciate it! For your fanfic guessing game, how about rescue, or blue? Thanks!!

Not gonna lie, I stalk you for fic. ^^ You’re good, and worth the rec.

For the ask game… I feel like I should apologize for how many WIP I have… but then I realize folks probably like reading fics in general, and somebody may like mine, so…!

Blue and Rescued are in my SG1/Jyu-Oh-Sei rough draft:Getting rescued was all the hurrah, but unfortunately they had been parted from their own gear, and that meant they were a little slim on extra bullets that may or may not have worked in alien possibly-glocks.

Then, when winter hits, Third and his team and their attache leave through a pool of water that is /definitely/ not water; just step through from the pale blue of Chimera’s gate room into an alien ecosystem.

Blue is in my RW/SG1 rough draft:Raven hair was loose in a mullet- did the Japanese even know what a mullet was? -and bright blue eyes that glittered in a way Daniel wasn’t sure about.

Blue is in my gundam wing daemon fic! Twice, even:His eyes were blue, open and innocent.

Something curled in his belly, taught with nerves; then blue eyes caught troubled hazel, held them, and that knot loosened.

Blue is in another scene snippit from my Dragon’s Breath series, the Dragon Age/Ronin Warrior crossover I’m working on. It’s in the immediate sequel to Sympathy for the Devil:

The blue looked good on him– not bright, but not dark either.

Outside of crossovers, blue is in my Dragon Age Every Warden Ever sequel:The blond traces the blue on her right cheek, watching the two former nobles out of the corner of her eye.

Blue appears three times in my Fallout 4 a/b/o fic that’s undergoing some rework: I flashed blue eyes up and registered Carslile first, looming with that twisted smile on his face.

I stood up and turned so fast I nearly slipped on the wet floor, but instead I felt myself pale as I settled blue eyes on the damned handsome face that haunted my nightmares.

His Corvega was blue, bright as the ocean, and I climbed in the passenger seat as he stored my luggage in the trunk.

It appears three times in my tiny Joan-goes-shopping Fallout 3 fic. I think it’s almost finished, but there’s something missing in the fic I haven’t figured out yet:She turned wide blue eyes to take in the store, moving in a careful, deliberate circle.A basket of neatly folded cloth caught her attention. She stepped to it and knelt down, touching soft fabrics– /Abraxo soap/– and bright colors that weren’t blue.

Julian’s eyes danced, electric-blue, and that made it all worth it.

Blue is in my Fallout 3 wip for Junior getting out of the vault: He loves his sister, of course, and he loves the blue sky and the fresh, dry air, dirt beneath his boots like dirt beneath his fingers.

Big Town Blues, a Fallout 3/4 fic following Mac, has blue in it twice:There was a rain collector, too, and an expanse of blue tarp funneling it in.

Mac settled wide blue eyes on Biwwy and then slid them over to Tewwy, wondering who the young man was to garner so much trust that Biwwy would tell him about the caverns.

Blue appears once in Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, a Fallout 4 fanfic:He turned blue eyes up to the man, tall as he was, and Artem watched them both, already moving to scoop Quinn up out of his arms and off his feet.

Chapter three of Devil’s Luck, yet another Fallout 4 fanfic, has Blue appear once:There were a lot of questions in that blue gaze that he wasn’t prepared to explain, though he thought he knew what all the questions would be if the younger soldier spoke them out loud.

Blue appears one time in Dawnfire, my Cor/Nyx FFXV fic: Blue eyes blinked at him, one focusing quicker than the other.

(Rescue is in my notes for Savage Coeurl of Galahd, my “Cor is from Galahd” fanfic, but not in the fic proper. Alas.)

(Blue pops up a lot of times in my scenes for Ambulo, wherein “Ardyn from another universe ended up in canon game timeline” ffxv fic, but a lot of my work got jossed so I’m not sure what’s gonna stay yet. :/ )

Wolflords, a Lord of the Ring Lupercalia fic, has Blue in it once:He much preferred the stories of of the elves and their wolves, sunshine-gold and moon-bright silver, midnight blue dappled with stars, all long-lived and all elegant and graceful like the elves themselves.

Caran Dagra, part of my LotRO setup, has blue twice. It’s probably going to undergo a heavy rewrite before I ever post it, but here’s the wip: The others, Levine and Manco, sat down next to him, pallets of brown and yellow, green and blue eyed respectively.

A simple oval slice, about as big as a quarter, with a penny-length shard of blue in the center, gemstone fused to heartwood.

Nest of Vipers, a companion fic to my Overwatch fic Aitai, has blue: Host of the blue dragons, who secured his position by casting down his own younger brother.

A tiny Haruko-related fic has Blue also:Finally the glove came down with a swipe of her fingers, revealing the blue-finned tail and scales of something.

In my current draft of Blood and Ashes, a Lupercalia Ronin Warriors fic, blue pops up: So he went and he wore what was appropriate for the occasion, fire red and orange and blue, with the threaded white braid worn over his left shoulder, showing all he’d been born to his place.

Blue pops up three times in Homecoming, part of a multiverse fic series I’m doing with my sister because we’re both a pair of dorks. Homecoming is a Ronin Warriors fic:She must have felt it too, because she looked up from the person she was talking to and fixed her attention on him, ocean-blue eyes boring into him, knowing and excited, her smile lighting up the airport floor.

Both tall, both dark haired, both blue-eyed, both terribly attractive.

His face was sharp and when he looked up at him, molten blue eyes pinned Cye right through the chest.

Blue pops up twice in an Arrow/RW crossover for the multiverse:Dark blue, linen and lots of silk. The only thing that is out of place is a pale blue ruff around his throat, a scarf instead of a tie– silk, he figures, from the look of it.

[prowlingthunder]

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

he dies in the end by ProwlingThunder

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Characters: Ignis Scientia Rating: Teen and up Additional Tags: Sickness, Starscourge (Final Fantasy XV), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Half-Brothers, Brothers, The Line Of Lucis, Chapter 9 Spoilers, Spoilers, Bastard Sons, Secret Sons, Anything For Noctis

Summary:

Instead of his Sight, the Ring of Kings takes something much more important from Ignis.

@ffxvhalloweenweeksfw

[prowlingthunder]

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

[legion beaucoup] by ProwlingThunder Archive Warnings: None Applicable Rating: Gen Fandoms: FFXV Characters: Prompto Argentum, Magitek Troopers Tags: Ghosts, Big Brothers, Magitek Troopers, Family Language: English

Summary: Prompto doesn’t know when it started; for him, it has simply always been. But in truth it started the day he was born, and it never stopped.

@mtraki @mandakatt @ffxvhalloweenweeksfw

[prowlingthunder]

Commissions OPEN

I’ve deciding I’m going to open commissions for a while. Just... to get started, see how I do. I’m opening four spots for now.

1: @Whip In progress! [OCs meet in Altissia, FFXV] 2:  3:  4: 

Prices: Fanfiction: Unless expressly requested otherwise, all fanfiction will eventually end up on my Ao3; I believe it should be shared --Fandoms I know:  2k for $10 --Fandoms I don’t know: $10 for 2k and Extra Patience Please Erotica: $5 for 500 words Original Fiction: 1k for $28 and permission to use in my offline portfolio

Payment avenues are up for discussion. Any payments sent without a discussion aforementioned shall be assumed to be a non-refundable gift.

[prowlingthunder]

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

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19247953 Eight of Cups by ProwlingThunder

Fandom: The Arcana (Visual Novel) Characters: Asra Alnazar (The Arcana), Faust (The Arcana) Tags: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen, pre-game, Spoilers, Heartache, Stubbornness, Magic, Nopal - Freeform

Summary: Nopal was quiet, a desert territory with little budding cacti and villages of simple folk who didn't ask him why he was here.

[prowlingthunder]

[ @meteorpublishing ]

Headcanon Request: Nyx, Crowe, Libertus and Pelna taking their S/O out on a first date.

Nyx: Nyx not-so-jokingly plans the first date to be a skirmish against Niflheim and invites his S/O to come along. It never occurs to him that this might be a bad idea, because the turnover rate for Glaives is actually really low and anyway, they don’t have to fight, it’s really just to watch him fight. He makes the mistake of mentioning this around Libertus, who informs him in all the ways that Nyx needs be convinced that this is an absolutely terrible idea, so it’s rainchecked and his S/O is instead invited to the Kingsglaive training grounds. The rest of the Glaives take this as an invitation to work Nyx into the ground and give his S/O drinks and food to keep them entertained. They are literally not left alone together until after training ends for the day, for about ten minutes, and then another glaive self-assigns themselves to following them the rest of the evening. Nyx asks very quietly on their walk back to the city proper for his S/O to trust him, then winks, curls his arm around them, and Warps away. This provokes a chase from their guard, who is clearly here to protect the S/O’s virtue because their Hero is a flirt; but nearly midnight, they do manage to lose them. Arguably Nyx probably lost them a lot earlier but honestly? He got to hold his S/O close and run through Insomnian streets with them. Being nearly midnight, however, Nyx will ask his S/O to remain with him during the turning of a day, and after some time watching the starry sky, Nyx’ll escort them back to their home or somewhere they can safely make it home.

Crowe: The first date for Crowe isn’t much in the way of flowers and romance; they’re refugees, and they have to be frugal with money. Crowe’s a lot less stingy with it than others can be though. Since she grew up with nothing on the streets, she doesn’t really understand the value of money. You can’t eat it, you can’t wear it, it’s just a weird, light-weight way of trading goods. But she does want to do something special for her S/O, and she’s garbage at cooking. She’ll go to no less than three people to find a nice place that’s worth the money. She’ll buy a single new, complete outfit, something she can eventually mix and match with the rest of her wardrobe. No serious heels, only practical shoes, no major jewelry. Crowe insists on paying for dinner-- she asked THEM out. After dinner, she’ll take them to a movie, probably a romcom that leaves her bewildered, though the walk through the park is much nicer and more relaxing. As the date is winding down, she’ll get a call from Libertus asking where she’s at, and will escort her date to their building with a peck on the cheek as a good-night.

Libertus: Libertus planned his first date very meticulously. He asked them weeks in advance, hunted for all the proper spices, and invited them over to his place. The table is done up with candle-light and new-to-him if slightly worn dishes, and the tablecloth is in the proper shade of Galahdian blue. He does not tell his S/O where it came from, or mention its significance; either they’re Galahdian and know already, or they’re not, and the first date is too early to talk of such things. He cooks recipes from Home, the way his father taught him and the way his mother would have loved. The dinner isn’t a quiet thing, but they talk about light subjects: the weather, the flower shop down the way, different types of cars that Libertus will never be able to afford. They don’t talk about the Glaives, the War, or anything of import. The first date isn’t the place to bring up lost families or a Glaive’s short lifespan or the looming (unknown but impending) threat of Niflheim owning the whole world. After dinner, dishes will be washed and then they’ll retire to just relax or watch bad television until the S/O has to leave.

Pelna: Pelna tells precisely zero people he has asked his S/O out on a date. The first date is for feeling things out, after all, and he doesn’t want him OR his S/O to have extra pressure on this. Still, Pelna takes it upon himself to plan much of it, gathers all the appropriate trappings, and takes his S/O out on a picnic in one of the less prominent parks, intent for it to be as private as possible. There’s a basket and everything, money made as a Glaive poured back into the refugee district with the blanket and whicker, the food he pulls out for the meal. The wine is the only thing that he couldn’t get in the district; it’s Insomnian, and not inexpensive, even if the glasses are cheap plastic cups. The two of them wandered around for a while to find just the right spot to have the picnic, and they’ll probably linger there for a while after they’re done eating. At the end of the date, the two will part at the front of the park. If he knows where they live, Pelna will quietly leave a the S/O’s favorite flower at their front door for them to find either later that night or early the next morning. If not, he’ll bring a flower with him for the second date. [Tagging: @mandakatt @mtraki ]

[prowlingthunder]

7² Tag Game

Tagged by @skywalking-across-the-galaxy

The rules are as follows. Go to page 7 (or paragraph 7, if not that long) of your WIP then go to the 7th line, share 7 lines and tag 7 more writers to continue the challenge. I opened my stacks, asked a friend for a letter, tried to find a fandom of that letter, failed, tried to find another letter, failed to find one long enough, gave up, and went to final fantasy. Whoops. From one of my heavily horrifically jumbled wips that’s more notes and flash-fics, in my ambulo-verse: Prompto sucked in a breath beside him, made a noise of distress. Ardyn moved to the next canister and swiped that one too, and the next, and the next. And then he turned and looked around the room. There had to be... at least twenty. Twenty of them. So many..

"Prompto?"

"That's me. Six, that's me..." Tagging: @mtraki @mandakatt @whipnasty88 @momokitty27 @barid-bel-medar @strangefellows @poplitealqueen And one to go on: @fantasy-emblem-xv