#blackwall-my-tiny-husband-main

[flowersforthemachines]

I heard you want some Bellara headcanons and so I have come with a small one that’s been living rent free in my head for months

At the lighthouse in her casual/home clothes Bellara wears these gold bands around her elbow and wrist on her left and one around her hand on the right, now these could just be jewelry or part of the gauntlet she uses buuuut

my headcanon is that these are splints for her joints for carpal tunnel / EDS / hypertension/ arthritis. They look a lot like splint rings and hand/elbow braces and wearing them when you’re at home not fighting would make a lot of sense. And our girl uses her hands a lot and doing a lot of repair work or flexing her hands to get into strange angles to get at artifacts and she does so repetitively which is exactly the sort of thing that causes joint pain

Bels vs some real life ones

Send me Bellara-related things to celebrate my birthday ✨

Ohh, that's such an interesting headcanon! The devs did put a lot of thought into designing companion's starting armours/casuals, so I wouldn't be surprised if that turned out to be intentional.

Thank you for sharing <3

[davrinsleftpectoral]

It’s here!

Welcome to Nug E Cheese

Baby’s first fic on ao3. The first chapter, in its entirety. I wanted to put it here as well but it’s nearly 5k words lol, and that felt like a little too much. So instead have a little snippet under the cut

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Turvi walked with Lucanis to the back. “Come sit. The cabinet under Old Joe holds a bunch of snacks. Mostly nuts and granola bars, and a little chocolate that Harding keeps stocked. Take as long as you want. I’m going to get into the Gus the Nug suit and go out and high five some kids and dance.”

Lucanis nodded, looking glad to be back in the break room. He grabbed a pack of mixed nuts and turned around to find Turvi standing there in only his very short shorts.

“Rook!” He cried, as he flushed and turned back around.

“What?” Turvi looked around to see what had caused Lucanis such distress.

Neve popped her head out of her office to ask “Is everything okay… Oh.” She stopped when she saw what was happening. “Rook, I’ve told you that you can change in the storage room, it’s more private.” She shook her head, chiding him, but with no real heat behind it, instead there was a fond tilt and chuckle under her breath.

“It’s dark and there isn’t a lot of room back there. And it’s hard to open the door once I have my Nug hand gloves on.” Turvi protested. “Besides, I'm not actually naked.” He shrugged.

Lucanis muttered something unintelligible and pointedly sat at a table with his back to Turvi. “Well you should be considerate of people who are new here.” Neve said and raised her eyebrows pointedly at Turvi.

“Oh. I’m sorry, Lucanis! I’ll be more mindful next time and warn you when I’m getting into the suit.” He paused, looking at the other man for a moment. “Hey, we’re about the same height aren’t we? I can let you have a turn in the suit next time! I have dibs on the parties, but if you wanted to do the dance party sometimes, I think you’d fit in it.” He said enthusiastically. Turvi loved putting on the suit and interacting with all the kids. He had even choreographed a few extra dances himself, so that the dance parties could go on longer than the standard one song.

“Is that the only suit you have here?” Lucanis asked.

“Sure. We don't really need a second one,” Neve replied.

“So the only suit is the one you’re getting into it in just your short shorts?”

“Yep. It gets warm in here, I don’t like wearing extra clothes inside.” Turvi explained.

“I see.” Lucanis paused, seeming to consider his next words. “I wouldn’t want to take over something you clearly enjoy, Rook. So I’ll pass. Learning the rest of the jobs in the store has been enough for today.”

Turvi shrugged. “More for me then.” He continued putting on the costume as Neve walked away trying not to laugh.

==

I almost called this chapter Lucanis’ no good very bad day. But he’s not the main character in this fic, I promise hahaha.

Special thanks to @blackwall-my-tiny-husband best sister, beta reader, and person who has to listen to all my weird ideas.

And thank you to everyone that has read parts of the wip and cheered me on. @thedissonantverses @serensama @seaglassmelody @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @biowaredisasterbisexual @woundedsoul12 @mythals-whore I’m sure there’s more but I have a terrible memory im sorry. It’s not because I don’t love and appreciate you.

I can’t wait to write more of this.

[captainmagpie-risha]

WIP whenever bc i'm always late anyway

Hi !! I was tagged by @sugar-peanut-cat and @nevarrantorte 🥰

I worked on my Cullavellan longfic during the past week AND a bit on a hurt/comfort prompt with Davrin and Kallian (my HoF-Rook) ! The latter is below the cut because of heavy non graphic content.

Hi kind mutuals !! No pressure tag + feel free to ignore (as always tell me if you don't want to to be tagged 💖 + with whatever medium you'd like) : @madluluwriting (i know you wrote this week don't lie to me omg) @ad-astra-per-studium @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @anora-mac-tired @toastghostisatoaster @palenecromaniac @ubiquitous26 @underthevenadahl @glitteringdust @silhalei @davrinsleftpectoral @oxygenforthewicked @p0lkadotdotdot @valgeristik @ajastu @nananarc

Please bear in mind English is not my first language ❤ Original in French below the cut for those interested ; i translated without altering the sentences so some of them may not be super natural to read.

Cullennera longfic ; news about the Lavellan clan reached Skyhold before their departure to Crestwood and Ennera is grieving. She just went out of her bedroom ; Cassandra was wainting (im)patiently in the corridor to speak to her.

Rough EN translation

“Sister Leliana informed us. As well as Master Thetras. How…” “I’m fine,” Ennara cuts her off, her voice calm but dry. “Do not tell me you stood there the whole afternoon ?” “That is…” “You are not my bodyguard, and we have much work to do. I can survive one afternoon crying in my bedroom.” The Seeker tries to open her mouth but Ennera passes her, her hand up to instruct her to not respond. She only realizes how much she was seething when she finishes delivering these words. “Inquisitor.” Back turned to her friend who still hasn’t moved, the Inquisitor stops mid-way in the corridor, then accepts to turn around, a lump in her throat. “I am deeply sorry for your loss. When i lost Anthony…” Her cracking voice echoes distinctly in the silent aisle of the Skyhold Fortress. Even Cassandra’s eyes are misted by a sorrow she contains with dignity. “I wanted to burn the whole world and disappear under its ashes.” “Problem is, if i lose control, it is exactly what I risk to do,” Ennera hisses in return, surlier than she desires. “Let’s move on.” She presses her lips together in order to prevent another stinger, filled by shame. The Seeker does not seem to feel much hurt — surprise, certainly, but it does not last. Her sole response is to get closer and reach out for the little mage’s hand she then presses between her fingers. The warmth from the contact seems unbearable ; when Ennera considers evading it, Cassandra brings her hand to her lips while bowing, with a reverence so innate that it can only be familiar to her. “Inquisitor. I once refused to be relieved of my burden, but you do not have to carry yours alone.”

Original - FR

—Soeur Léliana nous a mis au courant. Ainsi que Maître Thetras. Comment… —Je vais bien, la coupe Ennera d’une voix calme, mais sèche. Ne me dites pas que vous êtes restée là toute l’après-midi ? —C’est-à-dire que… —Vous n’êtes pas mon garde du corps, et nous avons beaucoup à faire. Je devrais survivre à une après-midi à pleurer dans ma chambre. La Chercheuse cherche à ouvrir la bouche, mais Ennera la dépasse en levant la main pour lui intimer de ne pas répondre. Ce n’est que lorsqu’elle a fini de prononcer ces mots qu’elle comprend à quel point elle bouillonne. —Inquisitrice. Dos à son amie qui n’a toujours pas bougé, l’Inquisitrice s’arrête à mi-chemin du couloir, puis accepte enfin de se retourner, la gorge serrée. —Je suis navrée pour votre perte. Lorsque j’ai perdu Anthony… Le craquement de sa voix se fait distinctement entendre dans l’aile silencieuse de Fort Céleste. Même les yeux de Cassandra brillent d’une peine qu’elle contient, digne. —J’avais envie de brûler le monde entier et de disparaître sous ses cendres. —Le problème, c’est que si je ne me maîtrise pas, c’est exactement ce que je risque de faire, siffle Ennera en retour, plus hargneuse qu’elle ne le désirait. Passons à autre chose. Elle compresse ses lèvres l’une contre l’autre pour s’éviter une nouvelle réplique assassine, honteuse. La Chercheuse ne semble pas plus heurtée que cela — surprise, certainement, mais cela ne dure pas. Elle s’approche et va chercher la main de la petite mage pour la serrer entre les siennes. Le contact lui paraît insoutenable ; lorsqu’elle songe à s’y soustraire, Cassandra la porte à ses lèvres en s’inclinant, dans un geste de révérence si naturel qu’il ne peut que lui être familier. —Inquisitrice. J’ai jadis refusé que l’on m’aide à porter mon fardeau, mais vous n’avez pas à porter le vôtre seule.

And for the Davllian hurt&comfort prompt. Kallian had a nightmare and woke up in panic next to Davrin. DA:V pré-Act 3, already established situationrelationship. This one will be shorter so, if it's not too bad, i can translate it entirely one day ! (Will probably rephrase some things tho.)

TW Heavy content ; nightmare about past abuse, non graphic.

EN - rough translation

The sensation remains stuck to her even once she has emerged. In her throat, her breath chokes itself, raspy and sharp. She feels crushed glass running underneath her skin like so many putrid insects, scratching and scratching so much she wants to rip it off. Here on her neck, impaled fangs; there on her legs, that she kicks to scare off the ghosts holding her; and-… The tremor shakes her so violently her muscles hurt. Something moves next to her; Davrin comes to her slowly, touches her unreal hand, and then speaks. His words seem distant behind all the noise in her head and with her heart pounding in her ears. Soon, she realizes she’s at the Lighthouse. Assan, who apparently already joined them on the bed, cuddles her, pushing her enough to make her accept, without thinking much, to lean against the other warden. The feathers against her feverish skin; Davrin’s firm hand, just laying there, below the nape of her neck, without holding her. Her sobbing breath slowly calms down, mirroring his, while she places her cheek on his warm chest. As an anchor, the thumb on her neck traces small circles there. It takes a few more minutes for her to realize he’s rocking her, right up against him, while humming quietly. The gleam of the end of the day—so slow to change in the Fade—draws some bright shapes on the monsterhunter’s face and nose, that Kallian observes from below her swollen lids and lashes saturated with tears. She suddenly dreams of soaking her numb fingers in this golden sun, to feel something more than this lingering cold. However, even the sun is cold in the Fade ; a splendid shining light that warms no soul. “Everything’s alright.” Dav whispers, pressing his nose on her temple, his breathing warm and alive. “I’m here. Breathe.” It’s probably not the first time he uses these very same words, tonight, but it’s only now she manages to understand their meaning. There is no human-faced demon lurking in the lit room; only sculptures and bones maybe a tad seedy, but it will do her no harm. Assan, against her side. Davrin, close to her. Kallian finally feels able to nod.

Original - FR

La sensation reste collée à elle même une fois qu’elle a émergé. Dans sa gorge, son souffle s’étrangle lui-même, râpeux et tranchant. Elle sent le verre pilé qui court sous sa peau comme autant d’insectes nauséabonds, qui grattent et grattent jusqu’à lui donner envie de l’arracher. Là sur son cou, des crocs plantés ; ici sur ses jambes, qu’elle secoue pour faire fuir les fantômes qui la retiennent ; et-… Les tremblements qui la secouent sont si violents que ses muscles lui font mal. À côté, on bouge ; Davrin se rapproche lentement, touche sa main irréelle, et il parle. Ses mots semblent lointains derrière le brouhaha dans sa tête et son coeur qui tambourine à ses oreilles. Bientôt, elle comprend qu’elle est au Phare. Assan, qui les avait visiblement déjà rejoints sur le lit, se blottit contre elle en la poussant suffisamment pour qu’elle accepte, sans trop réfléchir, de s’appuyer sur l’autre garde. Les plumes contre sa peau fiévreuse et la main ferme de Davrin, juste posée là, en-dessous de sa nuque, sans la tenir ; sa respiration hoquetante se calme lentement, se calquant sur la sienne, alors qu’elle pose sa joue contre sa poitrine chaude. Comme une ancre, le pouce sur sa nuque y trace de petits cercles. Il lui faut plusieurs minutes supplémentaires pour remarquer qu’il la berce, tout contre lui, en chantonnant à voix basse. La lueur de fin du jour — si lente à évoluer, dans l’Immatériel — découpe des formes lumineuses sur le visage et le nez du chasseur de monstres, que Kallian observe derrière ses paupières gonflées et ses cils gorgés de larmes. Elle rêve soudain de pouvoir tremper ses doigts gourds dans ce soleil doré. Mais dans l’Immatériel, même le soleil est froid ; une lumière splendide qui éclaire, mais qui ne réchauffe pas une âme. —Tout va bien, chuchote Dav en appuyant son nez contre sa tempe, le souffle chaud et vivant. Je suis là. Respire. Ce n’est sûrement pas la première fois qu’il prononce ces mots, ce soir, mais ce n’est que maintenant qu’elle parvient à les comprendre. Il n’y a pas de démon à visage humain tapi dans la pièce éclairée ; seulement des sculptures et des ossements un peu glauques, mais qui ne lui feront pas de mal. Assan, contre son flanc. Davrin, tout contre elle. Kallian se sent enfin en mesure d’acquiescer.

[therivercrow]

A Word With Friends - Perspicacious

OK, so this one's trying to do a lot. It's my response to this week's Word With Friends (perspicacious - tagged by @seaglassmelody and @blackwall-my-tiny-husband) and Thursday Bangers ("I've loved you three summers but I want them all" - from @teamtakagi).

It's also for @robinsea who wanted some loving for Alana and their amazing Rook, Ivy.

This is vaguely Rook's Roost AU in that it fits the main timeline, but it doesn't reference it heavily.

Enjoy a tender moment in the Necropolis Gardens:

"Thought I'd find you here".

Alana crouched down beside the timeworn headstone where Ivy Ingellvar of the Mourn Watch was half-kneeling, eyes closed, before a single lit candle that cast a tiny golden glow amid the indigo gloom of the Necropolis gardens. Ivy glanced up at Alana's movement, a sudden intrusion into their silent meditation, but not an unwelcome one.

"I needed to get away. I come here to think". Ivy's words were brusque but their eyes softened as they took in the expression of care on Alana's face. Their bright green irises shone like funeral lanterns in the deep black of their sclera.

Most people avoided Ivy's gaze, finding their glowing, demonic eyes unsettling, but Alana met them tenderly.

"Are you okay?"

Ivy sighed, shaking their head. "I saw Minrathous, what the Venatori did to Dock Town. I should have been there". Their voice took on a hardened edge. "I should have done something".

Alana rested one hand on Ivy's shoulder. "You couldn't be in two places at once, none of us could. Other Watchers were there, they tried their best. If you'd gone, you might have been..." Alana let the words fall away.

"I'm used to death", Ivy said. "I've lived with it my whole life, and I'm not scared. But what I saw in Dock Town, so many bodies - people - left in the street without a proper burial. It goes against everything the Watch stands for".

Alana turned away, thinking about their next words. The gardens were a peaceful haven, especially after the chaos of the dragon fight in Treviso, and the horror of what happened and was still happening in Minrathous.

Soft green and blue wisp-lights illuminated patches of the constant twilight, revealing islands of light in the sea of gloom, highlighting mausoleums and memorial statues, silent homes for the dead. The scent of flowers and candlewax wafted on the night air.

"Thank you", Alana finally said. "For choosing Treviso".

Ivy made their choice in a moment, they had no time to think about the situation with their usual cool logic. The Watchers scattered, some going to each of the two cities under attack, to help the Crows and Shadow Dragons there.

"I didn't choose Treviso", Ivy replied quietly. "I chose...you".

Alana lowered their head slightly, their voice cracking. "I know".

Alana wasn't good at these moments, where genuine emotion threatened to break through their carefully constructed mask. Ivy could see their discomfort, and understood it. In this they were the same; only where Alana deflected with irreverence, Ivy pretended stoicism. Underneath, both elves were small, scared, and fragile.

Alana shook out their hands as if to banish the rising feelings, and glanced at the stone Ivy had chosen to kneel at. The name was worn away by centuries but was still partially legible.

"Ingellvar", Alana read aloud.

"This was where I was found".

"That's where you got your name?" Alana asked. "This stone is...ancient. Look at it, it's overgrown with...oooooh, Ivy Ingellvar. I get it!"

The stone was indeed grown over with ivy, vines trailing like serpents over the carvings that once adorned the granite slab.

"Well, aren't you the perspicacious one?" Ivy chuckled. "Never been sure about the name, honestly".

"It suits you". Alana reached out one hand to Ivy's hair, a dark green knot of braids that sat atop their otherwise shaved head. "It matches your hair. And...I think it's beautiful".

Ivy gave a small snort of derision. "Beautiful?"

Alana met their eyes again. "Yes. You are".

"I thought we said we wouldn't do this". Ivy stood up quickly. "Not while..." they gestured widely, at everything.

"We kissed, Ivy". Alana said. "That day in Arlathan forest. You and me, in a sunbeam under the trees. And I haven't stopped thinking about it. I know what we said but -"

They stood level with Ivy, and held their hands.

"Everything with Minrathous, with Treviso, with those damn dragons". Alana's words caught in their throat. "It reminded me that we don't have forever. We're fighting gods. Sure, we have a small army to help us, but any day, any one of us could -"

"Die". Ivy finished Alana's sentence, saying the word they'd been avoiding.

"Well, yes". Alana's voice softened. "So, let's work with the time we have. I want to see where this can go. I want more summers in Arlathan with you. I want them all - if you do".

Ivy rested their head on Alana's shoulder, moving into a tender hug. The two elves stood embracing, in the quiet of the gardens and the cool of the night. "I do".

[officialnostradamus]

Last Line Written

You know I love this one. Thanks @redheadsramblings for having me on the tag list! 😘

Cheating a little and giving TWO. Last line written for my consistent project, and actual last line written today.

The first time Rook spoke to a demon, he was barely old enough to read.

Falling Fearless, the EmmRook long fic on Ao3.

Nothing will change that Harding is gone, so they sit together and sharpen their weapons, pretending the silence is intentional.

Just a lil mini fic I'll probably post here eventually 🧡

Seriously no pressure tagging my friends @andthekitchensinkao3, @edvervain, @caughtnyact, and @blackwall-my-tiny-husband-main

[edvervain]

Get to Know Your Mutuals ✨

Guidelines: Answer the questions and tag six of your mutuals. (Mutuals?!)

Thank you @officialnostradamus for tagging me. I'm not sure I like this level of being perceived. But I guess I'm horny enough on main to talk about other stuff....

1. Favorite Color

Okay, I appreciate starting off easy, Purple. Violet. The lovely rainbow of a deep bruise right before it goes green at the edges.... (shit, was that weird... I hope that wasn't too weird....)

2. Last Song You Played

I did have to pull up my music app for this. I am almost always listening to a discover or recommended mix (Spotify was great at telling me exactly what mood I was in, but I recently swapped to Youtube Music and it is still in the toddler stages of falling down every other time it stands up with me.....)

It's Old Scars/Future Hearts by All Time Low, by the way. Solid choice, Youtube, good job.

3. Currently Reading

Whoof. uh... does fanfic count? I have commitment issues. Well, the last book I picked up was...

Black Tongue Thief by Christopher Buehlman

I haven't finished it yet (see previous note about commitment) but I heartily recommend it so far! The prose is fucking amazing. The writing flows in a manner that feels like romance books talk about classic poetry sounding. It's like listening to music but instead of lyrics it's someone's (Kinch - the main character) thoughts babbling along like a brook in his head instead of the forest. The actual story is fascinating also, I'm absolutely enamored. (Maybe I'll pick it up again in another few months).

4. Currently Watching:

Oh... oh...

Haha. this is where it gets awkward. I don't watch things? I avoid TV shows and movies unless it's a whole thing with friends. I just kind of stop existing when a screen is playing. It doesn't matter if it's good or I like it. I have to really want to watch something to put up with myself in that scenario.

I like video games though? (I'm playing Dragon Age Veilguard (DAV))

5. Currently Craving:

Does this have to be food related? We just finished dinner and then I had ice cream...

I think I'm craving (fictional) angst. (Sorry if you don't know DAV - but you're probably not seeing this if you don't) I want Lucanis and Spite fully 100% in agreement on a somewhat petty, ultimately irrelevant irritant needing to know how irritated they are. I want Spite being unhinged and feral about verbalizing his dislike and when Lucanis is called on to reason with Spite, just throwing a full endorsement to his demon who is currently Correct(TM).

6. Coffee or Tea:

Uh- well... neither?

I'm weird I know. I like the Lotus energy drinks, and usually RedBull spritzers are pretty comparable, with red fruit flavors - strawberry, pomegranate, sometimes raspberry, but not cherry.

So that's it... A lil' about me.

No pressure tagging (especially since many of you probably have already been tagged!) @spinfins @thequeenofthewinter @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @blackwall-my-tiny-husband-main @woundedsoul12 @bossuary

[blackwall-my-tiny-husband-main]

A short intro

I made my side blog @blackwall-my-tiny-husband first and ended up moving it to an old main blog so it wasn’t tied to my other cluttered main blog. I wish I could make my side blog my main one but can’t so go follow that one not this one I use it way way more!

Follow @blackwall-my-tiny-husband for my writing art and original stuff this account is mainly reblogs

Find my fan fictions here over at ao3: HERE

[davrinsleftpectoral]

Wip Wednesday and Last Line Written

Thank you for the tags @jenn2d2 @serensama @mythals-whore @biowaredisasterbisexual @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @woundedsoul12 @notyourmamasdeerbat 

Last week was insanely busy for me. And I actually went out and did things over the weekend, which never happens. So I’m catching up on tags. I laughed as I dug all the tags out of my notifications. I feel so loved guys. Thank you. 

This is another snippet from my Davrin backstory/prequel for Nug E Cheese. Editing and fleshing some things out. I’m really excited about it, though it is tonally more serious than Nug E Cheese on the whole. I would like to write pieces like this for all the main characters in the AU. 

Anyway. No one asked about that but his AU has me in its grips and I cant help myself lol. Yes its more than a line. Too bad.

==

He’d spoken to the boy whenever he’d gone to visit his friends. So while he wasn’t a total stranger, this kid barely knew him. 

There was that one time he’d gotten a FaceTime call from Lancit as he was on his way home, having just gotten off duty. He stopped on a park bench to chat with his friend when a little 4 year old Assan popped up behind Lancit making faces. Davrin’s laughing had given the boy away. Lancit had pulled Assan into his lap and told him to say hi.

”Hi,” Assan said while waving enthusiastically. 

“Hey bud,” Davrin replied.

”Do you remember Davrin? He came to visit last summer,” Lancit asked. Assan shook his head no.

Remi’s voice could be heard just off-screen. “Sure you do. Davrin is the one that saved daddy that one time in the Anderfels.”

”OH,” Assan’s eyes went wide. “It’s Davrin the hero! You’re the one that saved my dad!”

Davrin chuckled. “I helped him out, it was my job. I don’t know if that makes me a hero.”

”Hey, when one of your oldest friends makes sure you get home to your wife and kid, that makes him a hero to me,” said Lancit.

“And me!” cheered Assan.

That was at least four years ago now. Would Assan even remember Davrin’s name?

==

Who is left to tag? I have a bad memory lolol. But I’ll just toss out some gentle no pressure tags to @seaglassmelody @therivercrow @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai

[davrinsleftpectoral]

Last line tag game 

I was tagged by lovely @woundedsoul12

I worked on Nug E Cheese a little yesterday. Lucanis is not the main character, but the first chapter is turning into Lucanis’ no good very bad day. 

Turvi slung an arm over Lucanis’ shoulders. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.” 

No pressure (I’m just greedy for more I love your rooks) tagging @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @mythals-whore @serensama @biowaredisasterbisexual @seaglassmelody @thedissonantverses @gaysebastianvael @hedwigoprah

[davrinsleftpectoral]

Thursday Bangers

Anyway the idea is @woundedsoul12 will post a weekly song lyric and you free form a blurb based on the Lyrics prompt. It doesn't have to include the prompt just whatever you're inspired to write, write it!

This week's is from Fall Out Boy's The Last of the Real Ones

I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me.

I listened to this song on repeat last night. It’s very Neve and Turvi (a lords of fortune rook) coded.

==

Turvi and Neve sat together on the couch in the apartment. It had been a long day of chasing leads for the agency. One had gone sideways and they’d had a close call, with Neve narrowly avoiding getting herself seriously hurt because she’d run in ahead of him. Now Neve had both legs propped up in Turvi’s lap. He was massaging her right leg now that the prosthetic was off and resting on the floor. After particularly busy days those muscles could be quite sore, and he had learned how to best work the knots out. Neve was reading over some of her notes as he rubbed in silence.

“Neve,” he started, to get her attention.

“Hmm?” She replied without looking up.

“I know that helping the people of Dock Town is important to you. It is to me too. But you can’t help anyone if you’re dead Neve. You need to be more careful.” He said in a rush of breath.

She looked up at him then, slowly shutting her notebook. “I’ve been doing this for a long time, long before we met. I know how to take care of myself, Trouble,” she said in a low voice.

“Yes but if you were a little more cautious,” he started.

“No,” she cut him off. “I know what I’m doing. And these people need me.” She sat up straighter and started to pull her legs out from Turvi’s lap, but he held onto them, refusing to let go.

“I know you’re used to going it alone. But even Rana is worried-“

“Oh so now you go to Rana to snitch on me? Do you tell her everything? Do you also tell her how I leave wet towels on the floor or stay up too late?” She managed to get her legs free then. Neve started looking around for her crutch but wasn’t able to find it. Turvi spotted it on his side of the couch, and handed it to her. Before Neve could walk away he grabbed her hand.

“Neve! I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you.”

“Because it does-“

“I need you too!” This came out louder than he’d intended. Neve sat back and deflated.

“I can’t lose you because you charged off head first to chase some demon or venatori without being cautious, or without backup. You have people you can rely on now, Neve. And you can’t constantly put yourself into danger first because you’re trying to keep me safe. I need you safe too.”

“I’m not used to someone worrying about me. And people close to me tend to get hurt,” she trailed off, unable to meet his eye.

“That’s how it used to be. But I’m here for you Neve. We do this together now, okay?” He reached over and put his finger under her chin, lifting it until she was looking at him. “Please?” He asked again.

“All right, I’ll try.”

“Now kiss me so I know you mean it, Neve Gallus.”

==

I’m not tagging a ton of people since I am posting late. I really thought about this song lyric for a long time lol. @serensama @thedissonantverses and special thanks to @blackwall-my-tiny-husband-main for being my beta reader and helping me make the argument more argue-y.

[davrinsleftpectoral]

Reflection Ruesday

I got tagged in two versions of this today. So I’m doing both. First up, the normal way. thanks @thedissonantverses What to do: Go through your writing, art, gifs, etc. that you started but never finished and find something you love. Brush it up a bit if you want and share it. Tag me and use the tag Reflection Ruesday (it'll grow on you, I promise) and I'll comment and reblog. Then tag some other folks you think might enjoy it.

This is a chunk from a piece I wrote about for my Rook Turvi while he was in the fade prison.

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Turvi sat on his knees with his head bowed low. He was on the edge of a chasm. The landscape barren and gray. He’d just had Solas blame him for everything that had gone wrong. No, not just Solas. He’d heard the voices of all his friends blaming him too. And now here he was. Wherever here was. Trapped in the gray, alone. 

He sat like that for a time. He had no idea how long. He was just so tired. They’d worked so hard to get to the gods on time on Tearstone Island. And then everything had gone wrong. Harding… Though Lucanis did stab the god. But when Turvi grabbed the dagger and took it, it seemed he was pulled into somewhere else. If it was where Solas had been, then he must be in the original prison of the gods. In the fade. That was just great. 

He was alone and trapped. The tears started and his breathing was coming in gasps. Memories came barreling back of being kept chained in the bowels of a ship during his time as a slave. Kept below decks and out of the sunlight and fresh air. Often alone for long stretches of time, with no one to count on but himself. He couldn’t do that again. 

He started absent mindedly rubbing his wrists. His breathing started to slow when he realized that instead of manacles, he wore stacks of gold bracelets. He shook both arms out, listening to the familiar gentle tinkle of the jewelry. His jewelry, not the heavy clink of steel chains. 

He was not in a tevinter galley ship, and he was not a slave any more. He had survived that and gotten out. Surely he could find a way out of this too.  == I didn’t love how the overall piece had come out. But this bit I really loved.

And the other way I was tagged was this way. Thank you @serensama

I want you to show me a published work that maybe didn't get so much love that you think is a real banger. Can be your own personal work or someone else's. Show it off. Let people take a second glance. I know if I ain't seen it I definitely want to. Sometimes things fall through the cracks.

I’m not sure it was a banger. But I had so much fun writing this, and it was the first thing I wrote that I shared on tumblr. I’ve got a second wheel picker fic in the works as well, because it is so fun and silly.

Gentle tagging, for either version lol

@blackwall-my-tiny-husband-main @woundedsoul12

@mythals-whore @master-of-the-elements

@bg3daydream

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Word Wednesday!

I was tagged by @woundedsoul12 thanks for making me use my brain today. I had to look up several definitions for this word to get the meaning to sink in. It’s been a long day lol.

No pressure tagging @hedwigoprah @blackwall-my-tiny-husband-main @dragonagegayz @mythals-whore

Rules: write something with the word in it and tag a friend

This week's word is Effaceable

1. to eliminate or make indistinct by or as if by wearing away a surface OR to cause to vanish

2. to make (oneself) modestly or shyly inconspicuous

Just a little snippet of some Neve and Turvi because I swear they consume all my thoughts.

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“Sometimes it feels as though the city itself stabs me in the back.” She said, with a trace of desperation.

“Not on my watch.” He knew that her fears weren’t totally effaceable. “I’m here for you.” He repeated. He would do his best to show her that he’d always be here.

“I’m getting that impression,” she laughed.