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OC+Core: Mirevas

Thanks for the tag @nonagesimus! I tag @orangeandclover, @lucaniseyebrowlicker, and @defenseattorneyofneve

Rules: go to pinterest, search "your OC's name + core", post six pictures & tag six people (or however many you want)

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OC+Core: Bea

thank you for the tag @serensama <3 ilu

Rules: go to pinterest, search "your OC's name + core", post six pictures & tag six people (or however many you want)

apparently pinterest was really feeling the Sheathens band AU lmfao

tagging @nonagesimus, @corvus-frugilegus, @lucaniseyebrowlicker, @basedonconjecture, @orangeandclover and @the-font-bandit if u wanna <3

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OC + Core: Daphne

Rules: go to pinterest, search "your OC's name + core", post six pictures & tag six people (or however many you want)

Was tagged by @hightowerqueen and @no1lucanispegger! Thaaaaanks!

I took too long and haven’t seen who else already did this so apologies for any double tags but tagging: @marvelous-goose , @nonagesimus , and @classicleechaos !

Daphne:

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*makes aus for own ocs* i am my own fandom

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WIP Wednesday

was tagged by @lucaniseyebrowlicker

I have so many wips but not much to show so I think I will share a couple snippets of some of the stuff I need to finished and work on for tanaleth

and you have probably been tagged already but another won't hurt @saltyowlets, @classicleechaos, @marvelous-goose

1st is my modern cinderella with a strap on twist with Tanaleth/Taash (was inspired by a codywan gender swap modern au I need to find again)

Tanaleth would never question their friends about the choice in bars again no matter how questionable The Hilt had looked from the outside. Not when her back is pressed against the cold wood of their new apartment door, arms around a very nice set of shoulders, and their mini skirt rucked up so the hottest person they’ve ever seen can slot themself right between their thighs. Their rough and calloused hands sending goosebumps across their skin as they travel up their shirt. They can feel the heat radiating off of them, feel their warm of their breath ghosting over their neck full lips hovering just above their pulse point enough to drive them insane -Tanaleth would gladly wear any they marks left them for days- the first brush of contact is hot a searing and- “Did you just sniff me?”  “Yeah,” they pull back their green eyes heavily dilated looking into Tanaleth’s, “you smell good.”  “I do?” The flush they’ve been feeling rising into their face. “Yeah, you do,” they take another sniff their veil quartz horn right next to their face as they say it, “It’s a thing-" "It's hot," Tanaleth says as they grab their horn tilting their head back before they can finish explaining, "really hot."

2nd is rook!Tanaleth leaving to go with Varric in tears and @no1lucanispegger Kieran finding them

Tanaleth was struggling to see past the tears welling in their eyes as they threw whatever clothes, still in the fresh hamper, into their bag along with their other gear. Strife's voice kept ringing in their ears, "you're never trying to make things more difficult, but you always do," and if that wasn't all the confirmation they needed; only for him to add more in sending them away, "you wanna play hero, might as well leave with them." Creators they ruined everything, but that isn't new they alway ruin everything and of course Strife finally got tired of acting like they didn't. Tired of acting like they weren't The Failure. Failed daughter, failed mage, failed student, and now failed Veil Jumper. Meant to be sent away on a fools errand because "only a fool plays at being a hero." Caius and Alidda, keep trying to herd them pressing their snouts and paws against their legs whining low trying to get them to stop to sit down so they could comfort them, but they couldn't stop because if they stopped it would hit them, and Tanaleth had taken to many blows today. "Tanaleth," Kieran's voice called out to them, stopping them in their tracks hands clutching at a shirt about to be stuffed in their bag, "what is going on?" He crosses over to them placing his hands gently over their's removing the death grip on their bag and his shirt; that brief touch his skin against theirs breaks down the dam and the tears flow. They find themself being flush to his chest, his arms like a barrier around them. Their tears soak his shirt as they let out hiccuping sobs that cause their chest to rattle and shake them both with the intensity. His hand move to tangle in their hair catching on knots and debris from earlier, they feel him remove a couple before he successfully herds them towards the bed before pulling them down onto it. "Tanaleth, talk to me, please"

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WIP Wednesday

tagged by @hightowerqueen so i’m ALSO going to do some mob au

tagging @lucaniseyebrowlicker @corvus-frugilegus @defenseattorneyofneve

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Being a bit crazy about ocs you make for games sucks. Because you'll be there like "ohhhh I should replay with my special little guy" as if you didn't just beat the game with that OC not even two days ago. Hundreds of choices in rpgs and I am playing as the same little guy and making the same little choices. Fuckkk

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your beloved pookie will be yours. no need to be a misogynistic scum towards Neve and everything she's doing.

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WIP Wednesday

thank you for the tag @rookinthecrownest and @thewardenisonthecase ilu <3

been picking at the Illarook Mob AU again

tagging @classicleechaos, @nonagesimus, @serensama and @flowersforthemachines <3

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WIP Wednesday!!

thank you @rsenak @rookamell @rookinthecrownest @hightowerqueen @thewardenisonthecase for tagging me <3

Yesterday was lucanisara missing hours, and today was doing something about missing lucanisara hours ٩(＾◡＾✿)۶ So I started on a fluffy idea I had - Ghilasara visiting Lucanis at Villa Dellamorte.

Post-canon, pre-first divorce, pre-Ghilasara becoming First Warden. All is good in the world. For now.

Once at the door, he made a stop to catch his breath and think of his appearance — even if there was nothing he could do to expel fatigue from his body, he could at least obscure it on his face, make sure it wouldn’t be the first thing she’d see of him. There was enough in her life that brought her worry; he would not become another one of her concerns.  No more wait. Come in. Rook is waiting. On occasion, Spite made the most useful of suggestions.  He pushed the door open, spotting her before she did him. Rook was sat against the frame of their bed, her hair loose and down, a book in her lap. Her head jerked up when he stepped inside, eye momentarily alert and then softened by the recognition it was him, smile lighting up her face like a beam of a rising sun.  “Good evening, love,” she greeted.  Night, he thought to correct. The hour was late, way past midnight, and the day she came had already crossed into the day she would be leaving.

Throwing a friendly tag (and a kith(if that's okay)) to @corvus-frugilegus @skullypettibone @basedonconjecture @mythals-whore and @inquisimer 🌸

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“the ending is always the same”

war of the foxes - richard siken / waterloo - ABBA / euripides’ medea - the little theatre / anne carson / the three fates - luca cambiaso / the oresteia - aeschylus / road to hell II - hadestown / when i met you - mira lightner / andersen’s fairy tale anthology

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Reading my own fanfiction is basically just a rollercoaster of emotional whiplash.

20% of the time: “Hold on. I wrote this? This is fire. This is emotionally devastating in the best way. This scene is dripping with tension. I’m a literary perfectionist. Someone give me a book deal.”

80% of the time: “Straight to jail. Immediate prison. Why is everyone’s breath hitching?. I used the word ‘gaze’ three times in one paragraph like I was possessed. Did I think 'his eyes darkened' was profound? Why is everyone clenching their jaws? Why is someone whispering 'their name like a prayer' again?? No one talks like this. What is this dialogue. Why are there so many weird metaphors and em-dashes…”

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WIP Wednes(Thurs)day

tagged by @hightowerqueen thank uuuuuu we’re gonna go for a snippet of the ayden goes to the lighthouse when bea is in the fade fic

tagging @corvus-frugilegus @classicleechaos and @orangeandclover

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WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @lucaniseyebrowlicker and @nonagesimus! (you're only getting one WIP though!)

Gonna post a little bit of a Ziva "Mercar" Fontaine/Daphne Ingellvar piece that is meant to be the first time the two sleep together in the Lighthouse Queer Bar AU my friends and I have written for on AO3

Daphne belongs to my friend Jessie, who is tagged above already lol

This is pre smut but not quuuiet there yet but there is some eluding to those sort of feelings and desires happening and some hot and heavy make out stuff that goes with that so like I'd probably call this an M rating on AO3 if I was being safe, just a fair warning. I wouldn't call it NSFW quite yet atm but you can tell that's where it's going, ya know?

Ziva found herself pressed against the door of Daphne’s Camry, her workout bag falling to the ground with a thud as her arms wound around Daphne’s neck. Daphne crowded into Ziva’s space, pressing their mouths together harshly, hard enough to bruise as she tangled a hand in Ziva’s curls. Ziva felt the cold glass and metal hit the overheated skin of her back, causing her gasp, arching into the other woman. Daphne took advantage of the moment, her tongue pressing into Ziva’s mouth, tugging at the brown and teal curls in her grip to angle Ziva’s head.

Ziva could feel the tension in Daphne’s grip on her hip, her shoulders, the too tight tug on her hair. Ziva wasn’t sure if she was worried Ziva would push her away, or prepared for Ziva to try and take control from her. Neither had crossed the elf’s mind. She gave a soft noise of pleasure, melting into Daphne’s embrace, a surrender to the flood from the dam of emotions finally breaking between them. The tightness in Daphne’s shoulders and grip loosens a little, when she realizes Ziva isn’t going anywhere. The hand on the shorter woman’s hip slides up, over the tattoo trailing down her side, a trail of goosebumps on her light bronze skin following in it’s wake. Her hands runs over the bottom edge of Ziva’s sports bra, just grazing the bottom of her breasts as Daphne wraps the arm around her, her palm flat against Ziva’s back, pressing their bodies together. Ziva moaned at the touch, feeling desire pulse between her legs. She pulled back from the kiss to trail her lips across Daphne’s jaw and down her neck, tongue pressing against her pulse point, humming at the salty taste left by their workout. Daphne groaned, her fingers tightening again in Ziva’s hair, holding her in place as the elven woman worked a dark purple spot into her neck. “Ziva, are you su-ah!“ Ziva bit down on Daphne’s neck to stop her line of thinking, laving over it with her tongue to soothe the sting. She leaned back to look up at Daphne through her lashes, a catlike grin pulling at her lips as she took in Daphne’s blown out pupils and flushed cheeks. “How about you take me home, cher. I can show you how very sure I am there.” Daphne cursed under her breath, pulling Ziva back in for another kiss. The tension building between them was now more exciting than anxious as Ziva’s hands dropped, skimming over the edge of Daphne’s shorts as the other woman pulled her lower lip into her mouth, her teeth sinking into it as her tongue ran the length of it. Ziva whined, her fingers dipping just under tight edge of elastic teasingly, a whispered s'il te plaît pressed into their kiss. Daphne pulled back, brushing Ziva’s already messy curls back from her face as they both caught their breath for a moment. “Let’s get going then.” They both hurried into the car, Daphne pulling off as soon as they were both buckled, her foot heavy on the gas the entire way to her apartment. Ziva watched the redhead stare intently out the windshield as a song she didn’t recognize filtered in through the stereo, her eyes raking over Daphne hungrily, the same catlike grin still on her face. Daphne glanced at her a few times, an answering smile spreading across her face as Ziva didn’t once try to hide where her attention was focused. “You’re staring.” “You’re beautiful. It’s hard not to.” “Are you always so bluntly complimentary with people?” “Of course. Even more so when I’m fucking them. Life is too short not to indulge in letting those around you know how they make your heart race.”

gonna no pressure tag @saltyowlets and @howdyfromantiva!

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WIP Wednesday

Was tagged by @hightowerqueen, thaaaaank you <3

Gonna share a bit from the next chapter of Theme Nights, featuring @classicleechaos's Ziva "Mercar" Fontaine! Going to tag Lee, @orangeandclover and @no1lucanispegger!

“Is it too awkward if I admit I was scared to meet you?” Ziva says, and Daphne chokes on a nervous laugh, takes a sip of her margarita to cover it.

Salt clings to her lip and she licks at it, a little more sloppily than she’d like. Looks over Ziva’s shoulder like she’ll find backup on the mostly empty patio. “You were?” she mumbles, picking up a napkin, shredding it between her fingers. She catches Ziva watching her, tucks the strips of paper under the basket of chips, and her hands in her lap. “No,” the elven woman says, with a wry smile, “the idea of working with my boyfriends’ ex while we all shimmy around each other in spandex and high heels was actually quite comforting to me.” Daphne snorts, “Yeah, well, the view’s pretty similar from my side of the fence too.” “So why’d you say yes?” Ziva asks. Her tidy nails drum once on the side of her glass, and the look she gives Daphne is not unkind but it is demanding. Like she’s been wanting to ask, holding herself back from it. She has been, Daphne realizes. But Daphne doesn’t know how to answer. There’s a thousand different reasons that all leap to her head but none of them seem to work their way to her tongue. She owes him, so much more than she could ever begin to make up for, and this is the least she can do. She owes Hex. She misses Hex, misses dancing, misses feeling like she’s part of something. Any answer she’d give feels like an admission of more than she’s willing to reveal, though, so she settles on being evasive. Swallowing the uneasy feeling she’s given herself considering the options and firing the question back at the other woman. “Why did you?” Ziva’s stare remains fixed on her, unwavering. Unrelenting. A flush creeps up her chest as Daphne wills herself to remain steady under the other dancer’s attention.

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WIP Wednesday

thank you for the tag @flowersforthemachines <3

my dumbass talked myself into a Band AU because i thought "exasperated manager Rafe/unhinged bassist Bea" was funny and now i'm attached, so have a meetcute (as always, Rafe belongs to @nonagesimus <3)

THEN "Bea, this is my brother, Rafael." The family resemblance is immediately noticeable between Viago and the man standing next to him. They've got the same stiff posture, the same sharp angles in their faces. The biggest thing that sets them apart is their eyes. Rafael's eyes are a lot softer than Viago's. Bea quite likes the picture he makes; tall, dark, somehow prettier than he is handsome, despite his stature. Maybe something sensitive buried in there, who knows. Her once over of his brother must not be very subtle, because Viago rolls his eyes at her. "Don't mind her. They're not all like that." "And yet, I'm still your favorite, Vi." The remark earns her a scoff, and based off the slightly bewildered look on Rafael's face, she guesses she's one of the only people who talk to Viago like this. Good. Bea likes being memorable, and Viago deserves to be humbled, sometimes. She moves to shake Rafael's hand, and she doesn't think any of the other girls would blame her for lingering longer than is strictly necessary, not when the man looks like that. "Viago said you were looking for a job? Hope you're up to the challenge." She tells him, adding a playful wink for good measure. For the first time, he meets her eyes, dead on. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." His smile is small, but she can't look away from it. Something familiar stirs in her chest, one of those fast and hard crushes that Bea's never grown out of. She just hopes this one won't make a mess.

tristan consider urself tagged, also tagging @rookamell, @lucaniseyebrowlicker, @haedia and @motleymercurialmarionette <3