#dragon age 'fandom' can choke .

[starlyhta]

incredible that every day the rpc needs to be reminded that whitewashing is bad lol

#🐑 ooc. #🐑 delete. #y'all cannot be that stupid about a character's skin tone . #not that i'm shocked . #dragon age 'fandom' can choke . #y'all be like ' i love this character etc !!!!' #and make the ugliest fucking graphics and icons . #like . choke .

[toruslvt]

ITS A MATCH! — milestone event.

REQUESTS CLOSED.

thank you to everyone who has helped me reach yet another milestone ‹3 I love you all.

001. REQUESTS : send me a kink + MAX 4 characters of the same fandom + READERS PRONOUNS.

002. OR GET MATCHED : into certain kinks but not sure of who shares your taste? don't worry, I can find a perfect match for you ‹3 matching examples here

MASTERLIST UNDER THE CUT.

MASTERLIST

PENDING MATCHES ( 9 )

AGE GAP — m!reader x jing yuan ( f!reader )

AGE GAP — f!reader x satoru, sukuna ( modern ), toji, suguru

BONDAGE — f!reader x kento nanami

BONDAGE — aventurine

BODY WORSHIP — f!reader x jing yuan

BODY WORSHIP — boothill

CUCKOLDING — ex gepard x f!reader x sampo + semi public sx + voyeurism.

CUCKOLDING — Satoru x f!reader x Sukuna

DADDY KINK — f!reader x gallagher

DEGRADATION — f!reader x sukuna + manhandling + choking + impact play

DEGRADATION — f!reader x childe, scaramouche, pantalone.

EXHIBITIONISM — f!reader x alhaitham, ayato, tartaglia + fingering + degradation + almost getting caught

GLORYHOLE — f!reader x sunday, gallagher, gepard, jing yuan.

LACTATION — f!reader x sukuna, toji, satoru + praising.

MONSTERFUCKING — f!reader x semi dragon form neuvillette

MONSTERFUCKING — f!reader x zhongli, childe, capitano + erotic asphyxiation ( choking )

PRAISING — f!reader x baizhu, xiao, thoma, wanderer.

SPIT — f!reader x blade

FREE USE.

HUMILIATION

IMPACT PLAY

VOYEURISM

#jjk smut #genshin impact smut #honkai star rail smut #DONT STEAL MY EDIT TT IT WAS SO HARD TO DO #jjk x reader #genshin x reader #hsr x reader

[xscarletwitchsprincess]

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎:

hi! my name is rain, i go by they/them pronouns <3.

my age is unknown because i don't feel comfortable saying it. please don't force me to say it. you will be blocked if you try to. i am still 18+, i just don't want creeps approaching me, please respect my choices <3.

i will write almost anything but i do have limits. i'll list the fandoms i'll write for and the kinks/things i'm comfortable writing, along with the ones i'm not comfortable writing.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 / 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒:

FNAF (Five Nights At Freddy's):

- William Afton

- Micheal Afton

- Foxy (any Foxy except for Phantom Foxy if it's smut)

- Montgomery Gator

- SunDrop & MoonDrop

- Roxanne Wolf

- Glamrock Bonnie

- Glamrock Freddy

- Glamrock Chica

Marvel (MCU or a different universe)

- Wanda Maximoff / The Scarlet Witch (ugh, marry me😩)

- Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

- Peter Parker / Spider-Man (any spider-man except ones from Across The Spider-Verse, i haven't seen it sadly)

- Steve Rogers / Captain America

- Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

- Loki

- Pietro Maximoff

- Tony Stark / Iron Man

- Yelena Belova

- Scott Lang / Ant-Man

- Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley / Moon Knight

DC (can be the comics or cinematic universe):

- Bruce Wayne / Batman (Christian Bale Batman is so hot😩)

- Damian Wayne / Robin (aged up)

- Dick Grayson / Robin / Nightwing

- Jason Todd / Robin / Red Hood

- Rachel Roth / Raven

- Heath Ledger's and Joaquin Pheonix's Jokers (Pheonix plays in the 2019 Joker movie if you didn't know)

- Harley Quinn

Twilight:

- Jasper Hale

- Alice Cullen

- Carlisle Cullen

- Rosalie Hale

- Emmett Cullen

Stranger Things:

- Eddie Munson

- Steve Harrington

- Jim Hopper

- Billy Hargrove

- Robin Buckley

Extra Characters (characters from lists that had less than four options):

- Joel Miller from The Last of Us

- Ellie Williams from The Last of Us II

- Rodrick Heffley from The Diary of a Wimpy Kid series

- Hiccup Haddock (aged up) from How To Train Your Dragon series

- Connor from Detroit: Become Human

- Tengen Uzui from Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

- Kyojuro Rengoku from Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

- Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒:

kinks / sexual actions i'm okay with:

- mommy / daddy kink (not the dd/lg or md/lg type tho, sorry)

- breeding kink

- choking

- dom / sub dynamic

- degradation kink / praise kink

- bondage

- pet play

- hair pulling

- CNC

- spit kink

- knife kink

- blood kink

- dacryphilia / getting aroused when a person is crying while having sexual intercourse

- exhibitionism / public sex

- lactation / breast feeding kink(?) (usually for wlw)

- somnophilia / sexual actions with a sleeping s/o or person

kinks / sexual actions i'm not okay with:

TW: the r word is mentioned

- ageplay

- underage sex

- foot fetish

- fetishes, i don't want to write about fetishes, they make me uncomfortable

- rape

i will definitely write fluff and angst, not just smut !!

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐎:

i hope you'll like my future writing and have fun reading the posts <3! i truly wish that you have an amazing day/night, remember to take care of yourself!

wishing you well,

rain [ they / them ]

#intro post #smut writer #minors dni #marvel smut #connor dbh smut #dc smut #fnaf smut #hope you enjoy #buddy daddies smut

[kookaburra1701]

WIP Wednesday - The Wives of Shor I: Moth to Flame

tagged by @dirty-bosmer tyty❤️ tagging @nientedenada and @tallmatcha

Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim Rating: T (entire fic is E) Category: M/M Pairing: Kaidan/Lucien Flavius Genre(s): Romance (bodice-rippers my beloveds), bildungsroman Other main characters: Inigo the Brave, she/her Breton LDB

Summary: A scene from near the beginning of the fic, Kaidan and and Hadvar share a moment of soldier camaraderie the night before they delve into Bleak Falls Barrow. Lucien Flavius is by Joseph Russell, Kaidan is by Liv Templeton, and Inigo the Brave is by SmartBlueCat.

27 Last Seed, 4E 401 The cool night air was bracing; the usual sounds of daily life in Riverwood had given over to the quiet of the evening: the creaking of the water wheel, the rippling of water in the millrace, and a thousand crickets in the forest. High overhead the stars glimmered.

A creak of leather caught Kaidan's attention. Just at the edge of the lantern-light from the sconces at the door of the Sleeping Giant, Hadvar leaned against the roadside fence, looking up at the arches that carved out chunks of the night sky. He turned towards Kaidan as the inn's door clattered shut.

"Peaceful evening," Kaidan remarked, walking over to Hadvar.

"Aye," Hadvar replied, taking a sip from the tankard in his hand. "When I was a lad I thought it was too peaceful, and that living here I would never get my chance at glory and adventure." He laughed bitterly. "Now I'm going to choke on it. Did you want something from me?"

"You looked like you could use the company," said Kaidan, also leaning on the fence and looking up towards the barrow. "I also wanted to apologize." Hadvar looked up at him in surprise. "For not believing you about the attack on Helgen. About the-" even after hearing multiple eye-witness accounts the word felt strange and ridiculous on his lips "-dragon."

"Don't mention it." In the woods an elk's bugle echoed out of the trees. "If the tables were turned, I wouldn't have believed you, either. But you and Inigo helped me and for that you will always have my gratitude. Would have been a fine ending to my tale, perishing of thirst within sight of Whiterun's walls."

"That it would."

They fell into a companionable silence; the muffled sound of a Nord drinking song filtering through the sturdy timbers and into the night. Kaidan hoped it wasn't too bawdy a tune, but he also knew he'd been able to recite at least a dozen ribald limericks by the time he was Pascale's age and he had turned out fine. After a few more moments Kaidan spoke.

"I've been selling my sword long enough to know when a man is dreading the morning."

Hadvar sighed. "Is it that obvious?"

"Not too obvious. I, er, also overheard you talking to Lucien on the road," Kaidan admitted. "About the stories your gran told."

Hadvar groaned. "I've faced down bandits, rebels, anything else the Legion has pointed me at, and I haven't felt this nervous since the night before the first day of training." He suddenly turned to look at Kaidan. "If you're doubting my mettle, don't. My orders are to retrieve the Dragonstone, and get everyone back out safely. No matter how much some old ghost stories have me spooked I've never refused a mission and I don't intend to start now."

"Never doubted you for a second. I can tell you're a man who does what he intends to do." Kaidan turned to look back at the Sleeping Giant, its horn-pane windows glowing golden in the evening gloom. "I'm not too pleased about having tramp through a dusty old cave myself. Those places are always crawling with frostbite spiders."

Hadvar pulled a face. "And you just know that the mages will be wanting to stop to harvest venom and silk every time we kill one. Are you sure we can't leave them here?"

"I tried leaving them in Whiterun, you saw how well that worked!" Kaidan said, while Hadvar chuckled at his indignation. "Digging around in dangerous places is the entire reason Lucien came here, and trying to leave Pascale anywhere out of trouble...you might as well tell a cat to stay put." Hadvar laughed harder.

"I meant to ask you, how did you find yourself with such...an array of traveling companions?" asked Hadvar. "Not to put too fine a point on it, but you strike me as someone who is used to working alone. And...that girl does not look like your kin."

Kaidan could tell Hadvar was looking at him sideways, judging his reaction, and suppressed the annoyance at the question. It was only natural - Brynjar probably fielded it countless times as he dragged Kaidan around from one end of Tamriel to the other.

"She's not kin. She's from High Rock." Kaidan met Hadvar's veiled reproach without apology. "And if you must know, she saved my life."

Hadvar choked on the swig of ale he'd been taking from his tankard.

"Laugh all you want, it's true," Kaidan smiled himself now.

"And you had difficulty believing in a dragon."

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #tes v skyrim #kaidan 2 #kaidan skyrim #wip wednesday #fic wip #fic: the wives of shor #hadvar of riverwood #kb writes

[dulcidyne]

Get to know the fanfic writer

Tagged by the wonderful @whiskynorocks When did you post your first ever fanfic?

I actually can't remember? I think 2012 was my first FF.net post but it's broken right now I guess so I can't check.

First Character(s) you wrote?

A handful of OC's my best friend and I came up with in high school

Main Character(s) you're currently writing?

At the moment, The Dark Urge and Astarion from BG3, Femshep, Garrus, Sidonis, and Nyreen are on the backburner but I'm still writing them to finish up my Tales from the Terminus AU

Character(s) you haven't written about before but plan to soon?

I haven't posted any Fenris or Hawke but I have written a decent amount for them. I'd like to write more.

Fandom(s) you're currently writing?

Mass Effect, Baldur's Gate, probably Dragon Age whenever Trespasser comes out

Platonic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

Sidonis and Garrus (does it count if it's only platonic on one side?, Sidonis and Nyreen

Romantic Pairing(s) you're currently writing?

Astarion/Durge

Your top AO3 tags?

Hurt/Comfort and Character Study I think

Current platform you use for posting?

Ao3 and Tumblr (kinda)

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

If he could forget one thing, it would be this: the boy was kind. That’s where it all went wrong. Astarion sees that now. Of course, now is too late.  In the musty dark, the air isn’t even air anymore, it’s all breath, and it all smells like death. No amount of rosemary sprigs and orange peel steeped in brandy can cover it. The reek is too thick, clotted like the blood of long dead things, curdling in the cold and the damp. It chokes him until he gives up on breathing. He doesn’t need to, not for decades now, but some habits are hard to break. 

No pressure tagging @diaphanouso @dispatchwithlove @otemporanerys @slothquisitor @westernlarch.

#tag game #tag meme

[dragonologist-writings]

Title: That Which Is Lost Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: G Status: One-Shot Characters: Inquisitor Adaar, Josephine Montilyet Ships: F!Adaar/Josephine Additional Notes: Hurt/Comfort, Post-Trespasser, Injury Recovery Word Count: 1.3k Summary: Meraad mourns what has been lost, and Josephine reminds her of what has not.

read below or here on AO3

For the first time, it occurs to Meraad that she might have to cut her hair.

She takes a deep breath- steady and barely shaking, because even in the privacy of her own quarters she must stay strong- as she fixes her eyes on the reflection in the mirror. Long, loose strands of un-tethered silver hair obscure her expression. That’s fine; honestly, she prefers not to look herself in the eyes when she finally admits defeat.

In those first few days, she barely spared a thought for things such as this. Her mind was reeling over revelations and war plans and betrayal. When even walking felt wrong and unbalanced, her hair didn’t matter; she left it loose and tangled and didn’t care.

But now she’s recovering, isn’t she? She’s sleeping through the night. With a bit of twisting and stretching she can secure the buckles on her own clothing. Dagna wants to show her a new prosthetic design today, and it’s not as if Meraad has ever needed two hands to wield a dagger anyway.

Even the pain is not so bad anymore. True, she still feels the occasional phantom shocks, as if the Anchor were still fixed onto a nonexistent palm… but it happens far less often and with far less intensity than it did when the wound was fresh.

Meraad can handle the remnants of pain. She can handle the adjustments to her fighting style and her new center of balance. She doesn’t need help to live her own life, and she certainly doesn’t- shouldn’t- need help to braid her own damn hair.

Maybe she should have cut it long ago. It’s always been an effort to care for, and she rarely indulges in silly luxuries. But when it’s loose it flows nearly to her hips, a soft cascading curtain of silver- the only thing about herself Meraad might truthfully call beautiful. She wonders what the others will think, when she shows up with her long, intricate braid chopped off. If she can’t even save this small thing- if she can’t do this simple task she’s been doing since she was old enough to walk- how is she supposed to re-learn everything she knows about combat in time to face Solas once again? How is she supposed to be strong enough to lead her people to victory if she can’t even take care of herself? How-

In a burst of willpower, Meraad grabs a long strand of hair and make one more attempt. Keep this strand between these fingers, tuck another between these, twist the elbow this way to grab a third from the back-

Her lone hand fumbles as she tries to reach around her horns, and her fistful of hair falls from her grasp once more. Meraad slams her palm on the dresser in frustration, screwing her eyes shut against the traitorous tears that threaten to fall.

This is all silly. She hasn’t cried over the pain or the nightmares, and she will certainly not cry over this of all things. She will cut her hair and that will be that. Meraad moves to wipe her eyes and out of habit moves the wrong arm, exposing herself to the disorientation of sending commands to a hand that is not there, and the boiling frustration that has been building inside her all morning finally escapes in a choked sob.

“My love?”

Meraad jolts upright, realizing with a pang of guilt and embarrassment that she has woken Josephine. She hurriedly wipes away her tears- with the correct arm, this time- and turns to assure Josephine that everything is fine.

But before she can say a word, Jospehine appears behind her, taking in the scene, and without a word reaches out to run her fingers through Meraad’s hair. She stands there for a moment, neither woman speaking, and then Josephine begins to braid.

At first Meraad wants to protest, but the feel of Josephine’s fingers, methodical and steady in their task, is soothing. Besides, she still doesn’t trust her voice not to shake. So she lets Josephine work, and as she does Meraad studies the other woman’s reflection in the mirror.

Josephine is still in her long nightdress, her hair own tousled from sleep. But her eyes are as alert and perceptive as always. It is her eyes that Meraad watches; they are lovely, deep and intelligent and always so expressive. Meraad searches those eyes now, certain she will find pity- or worse, disappointment. Josephine has always been the strongest believer in Meraad’s strength. She has always been the last person Meraad wants to let down.

But in this moment, Josephine’s emotions are unreadable, even to Meraad. She simply continues her work silently until she has gathered all of Meraad’s hair into a long braid, which she then tucks over her shoulder. It is only then that she speaks, her voice heavy with sorrow and worry. “You have been through a great deal in a very short time. Do not demand so much of yourself.”

So much, she says. As if fixing her hair is the equivalent of leading a battalion.

Meraad frowns and stands, brushing past Josephine to collect her daggers from the other side of the room. “Why not? Everybody else does.” She is aware of how bitter her words are, but she can do nothing to sweeten them. “And I can’t afford to let them down.”

Josephine reaches an arm out to touch Meraad’s shoulder as she walks by. The touch is light and gentle, but it still stops Meraad in her tracks. “Do you know how many countries are completely self sufficient?” Josephine asks. “Do you know how many noble houses can sustain themselves with no allies or benefactors?”

She is using her ‘gentle reprimand’ voice, and even as the words make Meraad scowl, the familiar tone eases some of the tension in her chest. It is nice to know that some things don’t change, she supposes. And Josephine is talented enough to make even a lecture feel comforting. “I thought Ferelden was infamous for its independence.”

“Ferelden would not be standing if not for the Grey Wardens. And the Grey Wardens would have collapsed if not for the Inquisition. And the Inquisition would have failed a hundred times over if not for the people who believed in us and gave us their aid.” Josephine’s hand drops from Meraad’s arm, tracing down her forearm and wrist until their fingers are wrapped together. “Nobody stands alone.”

Meraad sighs, and she turns her gaze from the hand currently wrapped in Josephine’s to the hand that is not there. She doesn’t like looking at that empty space; it still feels so wrong, to expect to something there, even something unnatural and painful, and instead be reminded that there is nothing.

“The Inquisition may have had assistance,” Meraad replies, “But it was still built on a foundation. What will happen when that foundation is damaged?”

Josephine reaches out to cup Meraad’s cheek and turn her head so that they are facing each other. “I know it will not all be as simple as this,” she says, brushing a stray lock of hair from Meraad’s face and tucking it behind her ear. “But you are still Meraad Adaar. That is one of two things you can never lose.”

Meraad releases a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting herself be soothed by the touch. “And what is the other?”

“You are my love,” Josephine answers, and though Meraad’s eyes are still closed she can hear the soft smile in her voice. “And you will not be facing the future on your own.”

Meraad lets the words sink in over a long moment, and then she nods, and decides that perhaps she will not cut her hair just yet.

#fanfic #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #adaar #josephine montilyet #oc: meraad #that which is lost

[crxshed-skxlls]

— ❝ About Me .

Hey there. I'm Crooks, but call me whatever.

I'm an anon freelance writer (18+), and I have been writing for 6 years. I'm pretty chill with many things, but this is the basics I want you to know here in this post. If the setup of this account isn't obvious enough, I will be using this Blog for any of my (mostly) NSFW writings. Viewer discretion is advised.

Dividers creds:

Below this is my req. Info ↴

— ❝ Requests Status: Open

Fandoms/Characters I will write for:

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets:

Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Dr. Smilely, Bloody Painter, Masky, Hoodie, Ticci Toby, Laughing Jack(and Laughing Jill), Jane the Killer, Nina the Killer, Jason the Toymaker, Eyeless Jack, The Puppeteer, Herobrine, Homicidal Liu

Slashers:

Jason Voorhees, Micheal Myers, Freddie Krueger, Ghostface, Hannibal Lecter, Pennywise, Chucky, Brahms Heelshire,

Cryptids:

Mothman, Bigfoot, Dragons, (etc. Etc.)

Marvel/DC:

Miguel O'hara, Hobie Brown, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Batman, Joker, Cat woman, Peter Parker (spiderman), the Flash, Ant man, Tony Stark (iron man), The Prowler, the Spot, Deadpool, and Dr. Strange

James Cameron's Avatar:

Jake Sully, Neytiri, Miles Quaritch, Lo'ak, Neteyam, Tsireya, Aonung

Note: I take any requests from anything really. Though I most likely will not do a request if I do not know the subject/topic well enough

Note 2: added Marvel/DC & Avatar

— ❝ Requests I will do.

Fluffy sex, aftercare, lemon and limes, oneshots, Rough sex, Angst, Alternative Universes (i.e werewolf au, soulmate aus, etc. Etc.)

I will do the following kinks; Dacryphilia, Dubcon, Teratophilia, Choking, BDSM Elements, Roleplay, Blood Play, Impact Play, Breath Play, Wax Play/Candles, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism and Voyeurism, Breeding kinks, Size Difference, Anal rimming, Blindfolds, Electrostimulation, and many many more.

— ❝ Requests I will NOT do.

I will not do ANY requests with Minors involved. (Ex. Sally, BEN, etc.) This also goes for any age play (i.e DDLG, Daddy kinks, etc.). Sorry, just not feeling it.

I will not do any Toliet play (i.e scat, piss, etc.), and any foot fetish material. Basic DNI stuff like Proshipping, incest, or whatever the fuck "Comshipping" is. All that nasty stuff can DNI. That's about it for this section at least.

#creepypasta smut #creative writing #not safe for minors #tobias rogers #ticci toby #jeff the killer #slenderman #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #x reader #bloody painter #slashers #smut #requests are welcome #requests are open #blog intro #introducing myself #intro post #eyeless jack #laughing jack #laughing jill #nina the killer #jane the killer #creepypasta x you #my post #x reader smut #avatar: the way of water #across the spiderverse #marvel #dc comics

[butchsquatch]

WIP WHENEVER I WANT BAYBEEEE

So I got tagged by both @sacrecoeur-art and @wanderingaldecaldo now I gotta post some WIPs! I have 4 for y'all today. They're all short and from different fandoms. We've got Dishonored, Cyberpunk, and Dragon Age. And finally, there's some very unfinished f/f erotica that I need the motivation to finish. So heads up this will be a little NSFW. And these are all largely unedited so there will be grammar and spelling mistakes.

I'm tagging @hawkward-silence, @beaubambabey, @pinkdemidevil, and fuck it @stenography69

Okay first we got a Cyberpunk 2077 SilverV post-game piece I started the first time I finished the game back in 2021

            Johnny didn’t know where he would end up, he just knew he needed to get out of Night City. It stood like a monument to all of his mistakes and successes, both of which he wanted to forget. It was time to move on. Time to find out who he was now besides just having a different face. Reev had given him a second chance; he wasn’t going to waste that.             His bus dropped Johnny off in Nevada, just outside of the still-bustling-after-50-years Las Vegas; it didn’t surprise him, considering how capitalism was alive and well in Night City. Good for Johnny, he could use a drink. Or a few. “Not a great new start,” He thought, sitting in a shitty bar at 3pm. Were those his thoughts? They had to be, because the only thing left of Reev was his face, right? He hoped that maybe some amount of Reev still rattling around inside his brain, like the metal inside of a spray paint can. Johnny pulled his hair out from its up-do and fluffed it out, letting out a heavy sigh. He wanted it to be V, truthfully. Someone else’s turn to be the guardian angel, so to speak. “You give yourself too much credit.”

Next is Dishonored! This was inspired by the fact that I got the bad ending of the game, so I wanted to write about Corvo dealing with all the killing he's doing.

            Corvo silently pushed the door open as Jasper, another Overseer, was taunting Teague Martin, who was in the stocks dead center of Holger Square. Jasper didn’t stand a chance as Corvo snuck up behind him and choked him out, letting the man tumble onto the ground unconscious. Part of his mission was to rescue the Teague, who was of use to the Loyalists, so Corvo pulled the switch and released him. He vaguely listened as Martin thanked him and said he would see him later, but Corvo was hardly listening, he was planning his next move.  The rain poured down Corvo’s back as Overseer Martin escaped to freedom behind him. As he scanned the area for where he would go next -I should be able to jump up there-, he saw a wanted poster with his face on it; The face that was now hidden from the people of Dunwall for his own safety and to put fear in anyone that caught a glimpse of his mask. But it wasn’t his own face that he was troubled by. It was the face of Jessamine. Corvo could hardly move from the spot as his clothes grew heavy with rain from the growing storm, sidelined by the memory of the woman he loved. The Heart beat softly in the safe spot Corvo kept it. He didn’t really know what to make of it.             It hurt Corvo’s soul that he would have to see Jessamine killed in front of him, powerless to stop it from happening, but now he was framed for it. Every time he thought about it, it angered him. Corvo cared and believed in Jessamine, he never dreamed of hurting her. He didn’t realize how hard his own heart was beating at that moment.             Silently, Corvo pulled the wanted poster off the wall and blinked away to finish his mission, to make Campbell pay for the things he had done to the lives of himself, Jessamine, and Emily. And to all the people of Dunwall he was misleading.

So my girlfirend and I ship Marian Hawke and the Lavellen inquisitor from Dragon Age. Here's a little of those two meeting.

            I knew I was screwed the moment I met her. It wasn’t long after I had broken it off with Isabella, mutually, of course; She wanted to roam the seas, and I still had important things to do. That didn’t mean I was any less lonely. Varric introduced the two of us. I already knew she was the “Inquisitor” or the “Harold of Andraste” or the dozen other nicknames different factions gave her. She introduced herself as Sena Lavellan, none of those other names. She was so much shorter than me and faintly green. Sena smelled like paper, rain, and sweet grass. When we were apart, I always remembered that smell.             After all the business about the Grey Warden I knew, I got to talk to Sena a little while we walked out to the grounds of Skyhold.             “Looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, rebuilding this place,” I said, trying to make conversation.             Sena let out a soft sigh as she floated to the bottom of the stairs, “I do. But I’m going to make it work.”             My heart skipped a beat, but I carried on. I thought Sena was beautiful the moment I saw her. Then again, I have that thought about most women. A beautiful woman could convince me to do just about anything. “You’re determined, I like that. Do you mind showing me around?”             Sena nodded and explained that she was on her way go drinking with the Chargers, “Would you like to come? I can show you around after that.”             “What better way to get to know people than drinking, right?”

And the final piece is a bit of erotica I was writing for submission. I never got a chance to finish it but I like it anyway and maybe I'll finish it off. It's about a lesbian trucker and her feral kitty girl. Use of the words "daddy" and "kitten" included. text messages are bold and italics because I can't change paragraph alignment on tumblr.

            I haven’t seen my feral kitten in months. It’s par for the course—Gabi traveled around the US, not being tied down to one location for more than a week. That didn’t matter, I did the same thing. Driving a big rig took me all over the US too. So, when our path’s crossed, we’d shut ourselves in a hotel for a couple of days where she’d go strap hungry and I fuck her till her brain was mush. Inevitably, she split at 3am before I even woke up. Gabi insisted on keeping it casual.             Problem was, I wanted my kitty full time. I wanted Gabi curled up on the bed in my sleeper-cab wearing my big t-shirts, wanted to take her to old road side attractions, and I desperately wanted to give her butch cock under the night sky till she was seeing stars. I woke up so fucking horny, but some dick head parked next to me at the rest stop was blasting shitty country music—if it was good country, at last I could’ve day dreamed about Gabi wearing a cowboy hats and nothing else. Briefly, I thought about kicking his ass, but it wasn’t worth it. I wanted a mini vacation, so I hit Gabi with a text. hey kitten what state u in?             Unless she was in place with no reception, there was no reason for her not to answer me; I was the one paying her phone bill. And I have valid reasons for doing that. I got worried about her running around without any way to contact somebody if she got in trouble. Bonus was she liked to send me filthy photos from time to time—stuff to keep me going when we didn’t see each other.             I threw on a white t-shirt, rolled blue jeans, and boots before hoping out of my rig to get myself a quick breakfast—this stop made these amazing huevos rancheros, which saved my ass a couple of times when I’d gotten a massive hangover from a drunk night with a couple of follow truck drivers. While I watched the cook perfectly make a sunny side up egg, my phone buzzed in my pocket—Gabi texted back. She’d sent me a photo of herself holding a mug, her blond hair a mess. Texas! i’m crashing at a friend’s house what about you daddy? Lucky me, I’m in Texas too Are you in Austin again?

#butchsquatch cyberpunk #do i have a tag for my art??? #i must have but i don't remember what!!! #whatever now i have one #my art #cyberpunk 2077 #dishonored #dragon age

[luthien-under-bough]

20 questions for fic writers

@anamazingangie tagged me - and what better way to procrastinate on actually writing any of my fics??

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 92

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 378,489

3. What fandoms do you write for? House of the Dragon (Daemyra) almost exclusively now; previously mainly Dragon Age: Inquisition and Horizon Zero Dawn, with several different single fic fandoms like Assassin's Creed: Valhalla, Mass Effect, Star Wars, Skyrim, and probably others I'm forgetting.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I found some hate for you, just for show 

better not touch (i want it too much)

i got a bad desire (baby i'm on fire)

do you feel the hunger?

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to! Sometimes I respond right away - other times it takes me a while to get to it. Tbh sometimes it's harder to think of a comment reply than it is to write the fic - especially those amazing long, thoughtful comments. I always worry nothing I can possibly respond will properly express how happy I am to receive them. But I truly appreciate everyone who takes the time to comment - nothing makes my day more than seeing that Ao3 comment email.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's got to be i've looked at clouds from both sides now - the ending is just purely hopeless angst. Even my necro fic where Daemon & Rhaenyra both die somehow has a less angsty ending.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It might surprise people to learn that a lot of my fics actually do end happily, despite my deep, abiding love of angst. peak ends very fluffy and happily; and after some angst in the middle, better not touch (i want it too much) has a very happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not outright hate - sometimes I get comments I don't necessarily appreciate, but I've been pretty lucky so far I guess? Maybe I'm not writing fucked up enough stuff, idk.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. Whatever I'm in the mood for - which in the past couple of months has been cannibalism and necrophilia. So. But usually it's some flavor of Daemon being dominant and dirty-talking a lot, featuring my not-so-subtle hand/finger/ring kink and choking kink. I also really enjoy writing Sad Men Jerking Off.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Crossovers aren't usually my thing, although I did recently write a ridiculous HotD/Naked Attraction crossover: Naked Attraction: The Lost Episode.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Only once that I know of, but it was quickly taken down. It was literally a copy/paste of do you really feel alive without me mixed with the work of another Daemyra author.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, with my permission.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, although I definitely take a lot of inspiration from conversations I have with other writers in the fandom. I like to think we all mutually enable each other's ideas, with excellent results. And the #ghost 2 au that you might see pop up from my asks has definitely been a collaborative idea with a number of anons! Otherwise, my writing process is too chaotic to make co-writing really viable. I would end up being too stressed over annoying my co-writer with my disorganization.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Daemyra quickly took root in my brain and became my forever OTP. <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have confidence I'll finish all my HotD WIPs. I have an outstanding fic I wrote for The Magicians for a prompt event that is supposed to have a second chapter, but I don't know that I'll ever get around to it since all my fandom energy is spent on Daemyra these days.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I come up with some interesting premises and can push myself creatively pretty regularly. I feel like I'm good at adjusting my prose and narrative voice to suit the setting? Idk, I like my own dialogue and am not ashamed to admit I make myself laugh when writing a lot of it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Uhhh plotting lmao. I mostly write based on vibes. Also planning, outlining, posting with any sort of regular schedule, etc. Like I said earlier about my writing process - it's pure chaos.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I use High Valyrian phrases mixed into dialogue a lot, but otherwise I'm way too lazy to write in a language other than English because I'm nowhere close to fluent in any other language, and I don't want to embarrass myself with shitty online translations.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. Dramione was my original OTP. <3

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorites change constantly depending on what mood I'm in. Here's my current fave from each of my fandoms:

ain't nobody hurt you like i hurt you (House of the Dragon)

Something Wretched About This (Dragon Age)

Closer Than My Hands Have Been (Horizon Zero Dawn)

You Don't Have to Go It Alone or: How to Handle Personnel Issues Aboard the Normandy (Mass Effect - okay this is also my only Mass Effect fic but I really like it so I'm including it)

I’m tagging: @grandlovescheme, @delinquentpurplefox, @rainbowslinkyy, @bluegoldrose

(if they haven’t already done it)

#tag game #my fics

[fictional-at-heart]

Get to Know Your Fic Writer

(Tagged by @sassyandclassy94 thank you🥹 I love these things!)

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

Christmas Day 2020! It was a Eugene and Rapunzel Christmas one shot that was part of some sort of prompt list with some friends. Are you really shocked the first one I posted was Christmas? Hehe I’m not. (Six months later I’d post my multi chapter HTTYD/Tangled fanfic that has been in the works for at least a year) Oh wait, there was actually an Aladdin and Jasmine one shot I posted in 2019… we don’t speak of that though. And you’ll never find it hehehe

First character(s) you wrote for?

I believe it was Aladdin and Jasmine? I was coming off of my Aladdin 2019 obsession lol

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for?

Ahh, yes. Now we get to the good stuff. Hiccup and Astrid, d’Artagnan and Constance, and Francis and Mary. A little bit of Spencer Reid too, but those one shots are going nowhere faster than Lightning McQueen

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon?

I would LOVE to write one about Albert Ingalls, and Katniss and Peeta… but alas. No ideas have stopped at my idea train station😕

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for?

How to Train Your Dragon, The Musketeers, Reign, and Tangled

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for?

D’Artagnan and Francis. They’ve become such a brotp of mine🤣 Sometimes I forget they aren’t actually from the same show

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for?

Hiccup and Astrid, my loves😍 (I’m not quite sure if d’Artagnan/Constance and Francis/Mary count, cause their relationships aren’t the main part of the story)

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your world on AO3)

Crossover; Hurt/Comfort; d’Artagnan Whump (it’s all so meeee!)

Current platform where you post your works?

AO3 baby!

Snippet of the WIP you’re currently working on:

Buckle in, kiddos! I have a couple:

Journey to the Archipelago:

“I think you’re good,” Astrid replied as Hiccup neared the top. She reached for his hand. “Don’t ever do that again.”

He smiled and reached for her hand. As he was about to reply, his hand slipped out of her grip and he fell, trying to grip for the rope.

“Hiccup!” Astrid cried as he fell, calling out her name. Toothless wailed as Astrid and the others watched in shock as Hiccup fell into the darkness of the pit.

(Dun dun duuuuuuuunnnnnnnn)

Justice Served:

“Give me a break, it’s been a day. Rochefort has been even more unbearable than usual, and I don’t even know how Louis can run this place when he doesn’t know a thing that’s going on. And don’t even get me started on-“

“Yes, let’s not get you started. Can we stay on point, please?”

“Sorry. Anyway, I’m really surprised you didn’t already have a camera. Constance and I have one.”

“I didn’t think I needed one...” Francis muttered. D’Artagnan snorted.

“Francis, in this day and age? Get with the times.”

An AU that remains nameless lol:

Norbert sighed and turned around, leaning close to Hiccup.

“Cooperate and go with them,” he said quietly. Hiccup’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I know, Hiccup,” Norbert said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t need to hear the allegations to know that they’re false. Just go.”

Hiccup sent a glare Dread’s way as he pulled his weapons out and handed them to Piglard.

A one shot with no title again (titles are my nemeses)

…Something logical in the back of his brain told him that wasn’t good, but everything seemed foggy.

“Reid?” Elle moved a hand up to shake him gently. When he didn’t respond, she looked at Hotch. “He’s not responding.”

(SuSPENSE!!!)

And a Tolive one shot that is slooooowwww in the making:

“My sister?” He nodded as she sat up partially, leaning on her arms. “She’s a baby. Anything small enough to fit in that box would be a choking hazard.” He leaned closer to her.

“Maybe it’s bigger than it appears.”

She rolled her eyes, turning her head away from him. “You’re getting coal.”

#these things are too fun! PLEASE tag me in any type of these! #get to know your fic writer #writing

[sometimesraven]

I Can See Through The Scars Inside You

Whumptober No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition POV Character: f!Lavellan Whumpee: Lavellan

Miriel doesn't know who she is without Solas. Adris wants to find out.

AO3 Link

"My dreams are growing more abstract. Tonight was only smoke and fire, confused screaming... And the eyes of a wolf. You are lost, it told me. In his voice. Perhaps I am."

Lavellan was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of gentle padding footsteps on creaking wood. Adris tried her best, bless her, but there was no sound that did not carry in the quiet of their back-alley Orlais home. Shaking off the sudden spike in her heart-rate, she quickly docked her quill and closed her journal, spinning to greet her friend with a warm smile.

"Sorry," Adris hummed, their freckled shoulders offering a meek shrug of apology. "We need a rug."

"Wouldn't make much difference," Miriel assured, her smile falling through almost as quickly as it had come. She couldn't shake the image of those canine blue eyes out of her mind. In a second, Adris had crossed the room to kneel in front of her, taking pale, trembling hands into eternally warm brown; Adris' larger hands engulfed her own almost entirely.

"Look at me," she murmured, bright hazel-green staring into Miriel's soul as if they could replace the burning of her dream -- and they almost did. "Does it help? Writing it all down like that?"

"Sometimes." Miriel's gaze fluttered for a moment, heavy from a wave of fatigue as if she hadn't slept at all. She could hear Adris breathe a concerned sigh through her nose, resting their foreheads together; grounding the thoughts away.

"For what it's worth," she said, "I don't think you're lost."

The care in her fellow Dalish's words squeezed Lavellan's chest. How could she look upon this... this mess of a creature, scarred and sickly and fragile and sleepless, and think there was anything more to be found? The confusion quickly turned sour, pushing Adris away and shooting to her feet to pace. "You don't know that. You can't know that. If you knew-.."

"I don't know because you don't say!" Adris' voice wasn't quite angry, but it was certainly raised as she watched Miriel all but wear holes in the floorboards. "You can't keep holding in whatever it is you think is so broken about you. You're not more special than any of us just because you're big. You still get to feel."

"No, Adris, I don't." Miriel didn't know if she looked to her fellow with rage or pure desperation. Something inside her screamed, begged to be set free, but it wasn't that simple. It could never be that simple again. "You don't know the burden of leadership you never asked for. You don't know the weight of having a body that betrays you with every waking hour. You don't know what it is to have your dreams haunted by a man you haven't seen in four bloody years, or a woman you killed with your own cowardice. You don't know the pain of knowing your decisions caused the deaths of thousands of people, your own clan included. You don't know the kind of bitter, evil hatred that sits in my gut every time I have to think about the Creators, or the Chantry, or the bloody shemlen outside our door who look to me for answers but would kill me in the same breath! You don't know the madness that drove me to this!" She gestured roughly to the self-inflicted scars on her own cheek, "Or what it is to feel every bone in your hand cramping only to remember he took that with you along with your heart!"

Her breath choked and her legs gave way, crumpling her painfully to the ground as sobs hiccuped from her throat without permission, like they had been waiting a lifetime for the chance to escape her. Adris didn't move, watching her with wide, wet eyes until she spoke again; a hushed, hoarse whisper this time. "All of that-.. If I show it, for-.. for even a moment. I will be weak. Our enemies will see their chance and close in upon us. You don't know-.. You don't know how hard I have to try to stay hidden. I can't let them see me, Adris. I can't."

There was a long silence before the creaking of her footsteps sounded again. Slowly, Adris knelt before her, hand slowly cupping her scarred cheek and lifting her gaze once more. "They aren't here, Miri. I am. I see you, you have to know that. More than the pain. I could never know how hard it is to be in your body, but I know how it feels to be outside. How bright you are. I don't see some broken fragile little thing, you know? I see you. Scars and all. I see you."

And for the first time in the long years since solace was the arms of a god, Miriel almost believed it.

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #“can't you see that you're lost without me?” #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #fic #implied sh #lavellan #f!lavellan #solavellan #inquisitor lavellan #original characters #cw a cute trans girl says “i see you scars and all” sfgjksfhgk

[andromeda3116]

to hell with it

title: aim your arrow at the sky (1/9) fandom: dragon age: inquisition pairing: cullen/trevelyan rating: mature content warnings: references to child abuse, sucidal ideation summary: 

The point of a second chance is that it's the one you don't deserve.

Lena Trevelyan is haunted by three ghosts, only two of which are metaphorical, and only one of those is actually dead. Still, after an explosion at the Conclave leaves her with a mark on her hand and a sudden leadership position in the newly-formed Inquisition, she means to do right by them.

Oh, and by the Inquisition, too.

author’s notes: so, it’s like this. i hit a nasty dry spell due to 2018 (and 2019) (and 2020) (and 2021) (and 2022) being Like That and decided to just, like. start writing. anything. even, to pick an example completely at random, my wildly in-depth and only mostly canon-compliant-ish headcanon regarding my inquisitor in da:i. you know, just anything, even if i never posted it because it’s in a fandom i’ve only played one-third of the canon for and have read exactly one-half of one fanfiction in and have only vaguely trawled the tags on tumblr for. in fact, i thought, that’s perfect! because no one was going to see my rusty-ass self-indulgent writing, i could just let go and write whatever the heck i wanted without any expectations or fear of disappointing anyone!

and it worked! i got writing!

a lot.

after the first, oh, 30,000 words i went “i have put entirely too much time, effort, and thought into this fic to not share it” but i also wanted to see if there was any interest at all in this before i continue from the over 70k words i already have written. so here’s part one, as an appetizer.

is there an audience for this? i have no idea. will it be loved or loathed or totally ignored? i couldn’t tell you. is it entirely compliant with the world as shown in all three of the games? i mean, as much as i could glean from the codex entries and an exhaustive number of pages on the dragon age wiki, but it’s entirely possible that i got something wrong, and if so, please just roll with it and don’t tell me unless it's something tiny i can fix in ten minutes or less.

so! this is basically, at its heart, a novelization of the game except with some heavy liberties taken, many scenes added and some altered or rearranged, and an extra three cups of humanism added to the mix because that is who i am as a person. each part covers one major storyline quest, and early on it follows the script pretty closely, mainly only in the first chapter, but that will rapidly become less and less the case as we progress through the story, and eventually be significantly different beyond the so-called “stations” of the canon.

all the introductory quotes are from discworld novels by terry pratchett, because again, that is who i am as a person.

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open your eyes, and then open your eyes again. —the wee free men

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Lena awoke in a place both horribly familiar and completely alien, staggering to her feet and reeling — she felt hungover, head splitting and throbbing, every heartbeat a hammer-blow to the skull. She was in a dark place, cold, lit green and black; she knew it, but like a song she’d heard once as a child and nearly forgotten, only the barest trace of the tune lingering in the back of her throat. She knew this place. She knew it. She —

— there were… things behind her, huge spiders with thousands of eyes, glittering like the jewels in Grandmother’s dress. A voice she could never, ever forget said her name from somewhere off to the side, and filled her with a panic so profound that it nearly choked the breath out of her.

Hurry!

She turned away from the spiders and began running, stumbling over her feet, toward the new voice: a glow in the shape of a Chantry sister, reaching out to her from atop a high place. The spiders chased, the sister reached, and Lena staggered against the rock, faltered, then threw her left hand forward, to grasp the figure.

Everything went white.

There was a moment, or half of one, where she breathed in smoky air and heard voices yelling and the clanking of armor, a single flash of reality between the light and the darkness, before she collapsed.

(read more)

#dragon age inquisition #da:i #fanfiction; mine

[littlefirefly42]

Greetings fair traveler! Welcome to my blog! I'm happy to have you, why don't you stay a while?

(If you're looking for my masterlist, it's at the bottom of this post)

About Me!

-You can call me Firefly :)

-I'm genderqueer and I use all pronouns

-This isn't just an agere blog, but I am an age regressor and I do make some agere posts and reblog agere content

-I do swear and reblog mildly nsfw content (such as sexual jokes and objective conversations about the morality of sexuality. Nothing explicit, and zero pornographic art, writing, videos, or photos)

-Ddlg, abdl, and other de-aging kinks are not welcome on my blog. Do not interact if you are going to sexualize or hate on age regression

Requests

I love getting requests!! If you want to request a fic, moodboard, or DNI banner don't be shy! This blog is mainly agere, but I do other stuff too.

The fandoms I work with are:

-MCU/Marvel Comics

-She-Ra

-All Riordanverse fandoms except Kane Chronicles

-The Owl House

-Adventure Time

-Crier's War

-Bee and Puppycat

-The Song of Achilles

-The Outsiders

-Stranger Things

-Gone

-Heartstopper

-Over the Garden Wall

-Don't Hug me I'm Scared

-The Dragon Prince

-Goncharov

-It (movies only, chapter one and two)

-Wednesday

-Hamilton

-Dear Evan Hansen (the book and the musical)

-How to Train Your Dragon (the books and the movies/shows)

-Deadloch

-My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Fics

I will only write oneshots, however the length of which can vary and is usually 1000-4000 words.

I will not write:

Incest

Pedophilia

Romantic couples under the age of fourteen

Smut or kink of any kind

Breastfeeding

Padded agere (there's nothing wrong with it but it does attract creeps outside the community)

Pro ED, SH, racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, antiseminism, xenophobia, rape/non-con, fatphobia, or ableism (I will still write these things, but not in a positive light)

Certain characters (you can always send me an ask about which characters in a fandom I will not write)

I will write:

SFW agere

Y/N

Mild to moderate gore (blood, stab/bullet wounds, infections, etc.)

Heavy angst (including the angst tropes listed previously, as long as it is not shown in a positive light)

Major character death

Basically any trope that isn't on the previous list

Moodboards

I will do moodboards for whole fandoms, aesthetics, places, time periods, fictional ships, fictional characters, and (positive or neutral) stereotypes. I can even do moodboards of certain headcanons. If you have a request that isn't listed, just message me, I'll probably do it so long as it is sfw.

DNI Banners

Unlike fic and moodboard requests, I'll do a DNI banner for any character in any fandom, even if it is not listed above. I'll even make one for groups of people. Heck, I'll do one for an object if you want. The default for my banners is "____ Protects this Blog NSFW DNI" If you would like it to say something else let me know.

Don't feel bad if your request (for any of the above categories) is very specific! I love specific requests, they actually make my life so much easier, so don't be shy to specify exactly what you want.

Works

I Ate- CG!Mike/Little!Will>> Warnings: Implied ED; throwing up>> Summary: Will is fussy from hunger and Mike tries his best to help.

Tummy Hurts- CG!Lucas/Little!Max>> Warnings: Throwing up; impure regression>> Summary: Max is on her period and is a little more than fussy, Lucas takes care of her.

Glass- CG!Natasha/Little!Wanda>> Warnings: Panic attack; blood; impure regression>> Summary: While Natasha is out getting groceries, Wanda breaks a glass and slips, and chaos ensues until mama nat comes home to comfort her baby.

Rainy Day- Lumax (LucasxMax)>> Warnings: None. It's all fluff. All of it. There is a bit where a character chokes on popcorn?? Does that count??? They don't die or anything though, they cough it up>> Summary: Lucas and Max get to go on their movie date and vecna can kma.

Never Ever- CG!Wanda/Little!Reader>> Warnings: Abandonment issues; blood; yelling; nightmare; very minor implication that reader was abused at some point>> Summary: Your mommy comforts you after a bad nightmare.

Little Monster-CG!Magnus/Little!Alex>>Warnings: Sensory overload; Impure regression; blood; anxious SH>>Summary: Alex gets sensory overload at a Halloween party and regresses. Magnus takes care of him and they just have some fluffy fall fun

Braids-CG!Eddie/Little!Steve>>Warnings: Cheerio violence>>Summary: Steve can't help but play with Eddie's hair. Who is Eddie to refuse the little prince?

Love, Maxie- Elmax (El x Max)>> Warnings: Mental Breakdown; Self harm; Su!cide (not graphic); vomiting (not ED related); Hurt no comfort>>Summary: When Max's letters stop coming, El realizes she's lost the only person she's ever truly loved

Spiderling- CG!Gwen/Little!Miles>> Warnings: Slight blood, semi-graphic description of minor infection>>Summary: Miles is definitely NOT regressed and he CAN help fight. Except... Gwen and Peter aren't buying it.

25 Days of Agere Moodboards

I hope you enjoy your stay, make sure to eat some sleep and get eight hours of water!

[ziskandra]

Fic: the blackest night

Fandom: Dragon Age

Characters: Amelia Stannard & Meredith Stannard

Rating: T

Summary: The Maker sent you here to look after your sister.

Words: 615

Excerpt:

The very first lesson Meredith had received as a child is also the most important. It formed the foundation of all her earliest memories, giving her a sense of purpose before she’d even learnt to speak. The Maker sent you here to look after your sister, their mother always says.

Perhaps there are others who would consider the responsibility a burden, but Meredith is not like other people. She’s strong where Amelia is frail, and brave where Amelia is shy. Meredith turns heads wherever she goes, with her big blue eyes and golden hair, and that’s not to mention her sheer force of presence.

She’s always felt larger than her body, like it’s just a vessel guarding her soul.

Amelia, on the other hand, rarely goes anywhere, and given the circumstances, seclusion is her safest option. Before Amelia’s magic had manifested, her parents had tried to encourage her to explore the outside world more often, fearful their eldest daughter might grow into a recluse. Now, that life is the best any of them can hope for when it comes to Amelia.

Sometimes, late at night, Meredith catches her mother weeping, heart-wrenching sobs choked out between the items on her lengthy list of opportunities Amelia will be denied simply due to an accident of birth. Why couldn’t it be you, her mother asks as she combs out the knots in Meredith’s tangled tresses, pulling on the comb more than strictly necessary, but Meredith doesn’t mind it. She never does.

Read the rest on AO3!

(Written for @ineffableaz in the Neurodiversity Flash Exchange)

#dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #amelia stannard #meredith stannard #knight commander meredith #i am still wondrously amazed that like a quarter of the works in the collection are about the stannards #we really did say autistic meredith rights #asha fic

[ao3feed-fenders]

Touched By Fire

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/69CAbIc

by interred

"It's not going to be difficult. You'll move the way I tell you, and I don't want to hear you speak unless it's to say my name."   Fenris and Anders have an agreement; sometimes Fenris wants to be particularly rough in bed. Anders rather enjoys it, when he can remember how to speak.

Words: 2783, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age - All Media Types

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Fenris, Anders

Relationships: Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age)

Additional Tags: Dom/sub Undertones, Choking, Violent Sex, Blow Jobs, Crying, Aftercare, Dom Fenris (Dragon Age), Sub Anders (Dragon Age), Subspace, Wet & Messy, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Come Eating, Choking during blowjobs, Purring Elves (dragon age), erotic asphyxiation, Deep Throating, face fucking, italics abuse

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/69CAbIc

#ao3feed #fanfic #fenders #Anders #Fenris

[madame-fear]

𐙚 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒.

⌕ masterlists | requesting rules | about me | freq. tags.

Welcome to the requesting rules section! I’m currently writing for House of the Dragon, and the La Sociedad de la Nieve cast. This section will include: fandoms, characters, dos/don’ts, and other general info.

By the time you are about to request something to me, please make sure you attentively read all the rules. This helps me to avoid rejecting your request. ♡

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ current requesting state?

Requests are currently closed. ( last updated ; 13.04.24. )

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ who do you write for?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ LSDLN CAST ; ⟶ Enzo Vogrincic. ⟶ Francisco Romero. ⟶ Esteban Kukuriczka.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ HOUSE OF THE DRAGON ; ⟶ Lucerys Velaryon. ⟶ Jacaerys Velaryon. ⟶ Rhaenyra Targaryen. ⟶ Aemond Targaryen. ⟶ Aegon ii Targaryen. ⟶ Helaena Targaryen. ⟶ Alicent Hightower.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅what do you write for?

₊˚⊹ ᰔ TROPES | PAIRINGS | FIC TYPES ; ⟶ female readers only. ⟶ enemies to lovers. ⟶ friends to lovers. ⟶ neighbours to lovers. ⟶ teacher x student ( with reasonable age gap ). ⟶ mutual pining. ⟶ arranged marriage. ⟶ love triangles ( + threesomes ). ⟶ fluff to angst. ⟶ darkfics / yandere. ⟶ angst. ⟶ smut. ⟶ hurt / comfort. ⟶ slowburn. feel free to inquire about anything else!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ KINKS | NSFW ; ⟶ choking. ⟶ spanking. ⟶ spitting. ⟶ dom / sub dynamic. ⟶ p in v. ⟶ dub-con. ⟶ creampie. ⟶ unprotected sex. ⟶ hair pulling. ⟶ cockwarming. ⟶ breeding kink. ⟶ edging. ⟶ praising. ⟶ degradation. feel free to inquire about anything else!

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ what do you not write for?

Unreasonable age-gaps, r*pe, abvse, extremely violent content, watersports, scat— all the things like that.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ GENERAL INFO ;

Since I both study & work,, I don’t have a specific writing time. Requests may take me days, weeks, or months— so please, be patient. If I receive your request more than once, I will delete it from my inbox. You may send me an ask inquiring if I received it. And if I receive something that doesn’t go according my rules, I will let you know so you can re-shape your request. ♡ ⟶ If you’d like me to write for another character or celebrity,, do let me know & I will seriously consider it!

© MADAME-FEAR // please don’t steal, copy, or plagiarise my works, neither translate them without my permission.

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