#wot fics

[siuanraineweek]

translation: “a fanfic in which they are fighting over the diamond by stealing it from each other or a fanfic in which Siuan is the one who ordered the diamond theft and Moiraine is the one who will carry it out”

[verins-little-notebook]

Where are the Asha'man x Asha'man "oops we bonded each other and now we're in a closed horniness loop" fics? Asking for a friend!

[verins-little-notebook]

The first few paragraphs of my Mierin fic: Something had woken Mierin - a flicker in her dreams, a hypnic twitch of a limb? She couldn’t remember - unusual. She let her eyes open slowly to the soft light of a glowcloud in the far corner of the room, set to the image and sound of a gently cascading waterfall. Beyond the sonic haze of falling water there was a soft scraping against the windowpane behind the lush, intricately folded curtains. It was the leaves of the chora tree in the courtyard below, brushing against the curved side of the building. She had closed the window; she did not want to be soothed. Chora-bliss was a soporific for the contented masses, something to help the carefree citizens of the world pass their short lives, and to ease the gentle, unambitious Aiel in their free hours. She scorned it. She had much to do, couldn’t pass the afternoon in a chemical reverie sitting along the broad, shady streets. 

This thought of the work to be done  - first, thrillingly, what she planned to do at the lab the next day, and then, sinkingly, who she would have to face there - brought her fully awake. She slipped out of bed, her long, smooth limbs swimming in the soft light, and embraced saidar almost without thinking, flicking her streith robe from its hook on the wall on a thread of Air. It hung on her shoulders, a wistful blue crackling with strands of red agitation, as she walked to the window.  Even this robe reminded her of Lews. She wasn’t one to wear streith in public; revealing her every emotion to those around her was not her style. She wore the clean white of a laboratory gown everywhere, in different cuts and fashions, always the height of style when she was out on the town, but always crisp, professional white. I am a scientist, her gleaming suits and dresses said. My work is serious and you should take it seriously. Yet she was still just Mierin Eronaile.

[verins-little-notebook]

Picked away at my "work buddies Mierin and Beidomon drill into the bore to find a nonbinary power source cause channeling saidin makes Beidomon feel dysphoric" fic haha

Should be done in ten or 15 yrs!

[libraryoflily]

So, I wrote a scene for Castle Forsaken. Technically against Camp NaNoWriMo rules, but it helped solve a few issues I was working out for this story. While I don’t think it’s great, I also don’t think it’s horrible. So, I figured I’d let other people read it.

Moghedien walked the halls of the castle cautiously. She was dressed only in her shift - refusing to don that horrid grey damane dress again - and she held her a’dam tightly, guarding it against those who might seek to use it against her.

The castle was drafty and cold, but she ignored it. Though she was growing increasingly irritated with other aspects of it. For one, it was massive. She had already been wandering the place for days, and had found neither the exit nor another person. Also, she couldn’t channel. She could still sense... something, but it it didn’t feel the same and she couldn’t touch it. She began to wonder if this blasted a’dam had severed her during her escape.

Moghedien could barely remember that escape. She had been sitting in her room one night beginning to wonder if it would be best to just accept her new life as a damane. Then, suddenly, there was an opening in the wall - a window. The moment she considered going through it, the a’dam gave a sharp correction. She winced and doubled over. It couldn’t really stop her from going, though. Could it? It hurt her the moment she even so much as considered attempting an escape, but if she acted could it really stop her? In desperation, she threw herself through the window, a’dam and all.

Next thing she knew, she woke up in a large bedroom wearing only her shift - no a’dam. She’d found the dress and the a’dam in a wardrobe. She took only the a’dam.

Now, Moghedien was lost in this vast structure. As she wandered, she began to hear a voice. She followed it, but it was further away than she thought it was. She rounded a corner to find Lanfear attending to some kind of Gateway. “Lanfear?” Moghedien said.

The woman turned away from the Gateway. “Moghedien,” she said. Her eyes fell to Moghedien’s a’dam. “Gotten yourself into a bit of trouble, I see. No matter. I’m glad the Castle send you an aspect. I can use you.”

Furious, Moghedien said, “Use Me?! I-” She cut off as Lanfear produced her cour’souvra.

“You’re lucky this doesn’t burn as well as the rest of your belongings.” Lanfear tucked the mindtrap away with a satisfied look. She pointed down the hall. “Down this hall and to the left, you’ll find the Queen’s Dining Hall. Get something to eat, introduce yourself to the other Guests, and do not mention me. Oh, and if Incarnadine asks, tell him Ferne looks forward seeing what he does next.” Then, she stepped through the Gateway, and it closed behind her.