#swsp

[iridescent-wildlife]

Swamp Sparrow (Melospiza georgiana). Family Passerelidae, order Passeriformes.

Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA. March 2021.

[mltcp]

guys

i got to play as a telepathic dog today

and a telepathic snake

my party doesnt know im a human yet

im so thriled to play more

because i can also be a dragon

its so sick. also an ant.

i can be a mfer ant.

i am mute. but im hit sooo mfer hard. also touching on the telepathy again, i can like, switchboard minds together and make a telepathic group chat, its so great.

[aadmelioraa]

About to kill an OC off and I’m not even sad about it, their name was impossible to spell right on the first try.

[aadmelioraa]

Memorable moment: the parsnip, obviously.

LOL obviously! I went and found that scene bc I couldn't remember what chapter it was in (I had to command + F the whole fic haha). Much like Aldhelm, I enjoy a good parsnip.

“What is it, Eardwulf?” Aethelred asked, already irritated. No one, it seemed, was in his good graces today.

“There is a military matter I would speak with you regarding,” Eardwulf replied, eyes darting about the room as if he were being watched from every corner. “We’ve just received word from our scouts in the south.”

“Is it urgent? I am quite busy spending time with my wife,” Aethelred replied drolly, looking to Aethelflaed.

She forced a smile. “Please, Lord, I would not interfere with such important matters.”

“Very well,” Aethelred sighed, rising to his feet. He gestured to Aldhelm, who was seated beside him. “I am sure Aldhelm can amuse you for a time.”

Aldhelm arched an eyebrow at Aethelflaed as the other men walked into the next room to speak alone.

“I hope you will find me sufficiently entertaining,” he said, taking a bite of a parsnip.

“Your enthusiasm is boundless, as always,” Aethelflaed replied, which caused Aldhelm to chuckle.

That pleased her. Still, Aethelred’s attitude nagged at her, despite how glad she was to be rid of him for a moment. “Aldhelm, are you not vexed to see how much he relies on Eardwulf now, above your confidence?”

Aldhelm ran his thumb along the edge of his plate, a smile playing upon his lips. “Am I not sufficiently vexed to please you?”

[aadmelioraa]

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday (from an upcoming SWSP update where I finally introduce two very special guests)

“My dear, you worry too much." Aethelred spoke with the tone of one soothing a child.

Aethelflaed ignored his attempts to dismiss her. “This unrest approaches Lord Erik’s land, does it not?”

“Land granted to him by your father, yes,” Aethelred replied, leaning back in his chair with a sour expression.

“Do you think the brothers would respond if we requested a summit?” Aethelflaed directed her question to Aldhelm as much as Aethelred.

“They may,” Aldhelm answered, a cautious eye turned towards the Lord of Mercia. “Lord Erik, I am sure, will come prepared to make an agreement. I am less sure of his brother.”

[aadmelioraa]

(x)

@naps4bats it's not in vain (I hope) because our favorite blonde Danish himbo is due to appear in Chapter 10 of SWSP...and then again in Book 2 of that verse (and maybe other times! who knows, certainly not me).

I am also currently in the middle of planning an Erik x Saxon OC arranged marriage/enemies(ish) to lovers spin-off set in the SWSP verse. All the tropes, no holds barred.

Help I've fallen and I can't get up.

[aadmelioraa]

when you didn’t make detailed enough notes of your revised fic timeline and now you’re rereading the whole damn thing looking for any breadcrumbs your past self may have left regarding what fucking month/season/year you’re meant to be writing now. 

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Oooh, I like this one: light or lie

I will give you both! From Carry Me Slowly:

Erik turns to see Aldhelm stepping outside, wearing a robe over his pyjamas and holding a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He pulls a lighter from his pocket then catches a glimpse of Erik out of the corner of his eye and jumps. 

“Fuck.”

“Sorry.”

Aldhelm nods and adjusts his glasses, apparently unsure whether he should light up. 

“I don’t mind,” Erik says, shrugging in his direction.

Aldhelm flicks the lighter on. “I know it’s a bad habit,” he says, the cigarette waggling slightly as he talks.

And from SWSP (any context would spoil multiple plot points):

Aldhelm’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Are you are certain it’s a lie?”