#dreamtigress

[intosnarkness]

soft asks to get to know people

Imma be sadistic and say 6.

Oh I see we're playing for KEEPS tonight. You're lucky I asked @maybetwice to be nice to me last night cause now I can just plagerize them. Also, I hope all of you have a friend who you can text and be like "hey i'm feeling terrible will you say nice things to me?" and they pause their epid battle with their dishwasher to do so.

say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Physical: I have very good curls in my hair (which is purple), I love the color of my eyes, and as weird as it seems, I have a deep emotional connection to the scar on my right index finger that I got while I was ice skating when I was 18 years old. 3 stitches, between the first and second knuckle. As weird as it may seem, the scar has become an important touchstone to help me through panic attacks and flashbacks because it is a specific moment in time that I can anchor myself to. If I have that scar, I am at least 18 years old. The things that happened before that are in the past. IDK if that makes sense. But it's easy to see and touch anytime I need that tether.

Nonphysical: people trust me with their kids. I have a weird way of understanding the world that makes other people look at things in new ways and makes people laugh a lot. I'm good with my hands - cooking and baking, but also carpentry and crochet and embroidery.

(soft asks)

[dreamtigress]

Several Sentence Sunday...

I'm going to do something a little different today, since I am currently working on a story where Kaz takes Inej out for their first real date in public.

I've had a lot of fun researching various foods that I think would occur within a Suli and Ravkan restaurant. I've pulled from eastern European, Russian, Romani, and Middle Eastern foods, figuring the Suli have picked up a variety of cuisines in their travels, and perhaps each caravan has family recipes and specialties. So here's what I've worked up for Pelegrini's menu:

Suli & Ravkan cuisine as seen at Pelegrini: 

Skillet bread: A variety of unleavened bread is available, similar to naan, including plain, garlic stuffed, and almond and raisin.

Spiced tea: Somewhere along the lines of chai. (Inej’s favorite tea; Kaz declines, ordering Ravkan black tea instead.)

Djuveci: a curry-like fish stew. (Inej offers it up, but Kaz decides on the cabbage rolls instead.)

Sarma: stuffed cabbage leaves, filled with a mixture of ground meat and rice, mildly spiced. (Inej recommends these for Kaz as they will be milder.)

Tzatziki: thick yogurt sauce with garlic, chives, and dill. (Inej shows Kaz to dip the sarma and bread into it.)

Ajvar: red pepper sauce. (Also for dipping various foods into. Way too spicy for Kaz.)

Paprikas Csirke: chicken, onions,and potatoes in a medium spicy paprika curry sauce. (Inej orders this for herself, but lets Kaz sample some.)

Pirogo: a sweet noodle casserole dessert, with eggs, raisins, walnuts, cream and cottage cheese. (They share this for dessert.)

Pomdrakon: dragonbowl, a Ravkan dish created by lighting raisins on fire. (Kaz opts out of this one, says he’ll try it next time!)

Here's a few sentences from the story. (I love that we all seem to agree Kaz has a Kerch palate when it comes to spicy food...)

They munched mostly in silence for a while, until Inej insisted he at least try a bite of the garlic stuffed skillet bread with ajvar. There was just enough challenge in her tone that he felt obligated to rise to the occasion. Besides, Inej had described it as milder than her father’s version of the sauce. She dipped the bread, and held it up for him with a grin. The moment the sauce hit his tongue, three thoughts occurred in quick succession.

Oh fuck, that’s spicy!

How hot does her father make this?

I’m going to need more tea.

He didn’t cough, sputter, or spit out the bite. He did note his eyes start to water. His glass of iced tea was in hand before he’d even swallowed. Inej tried valiantly to stifle her giggle, but failed. “Okay, no more ajvar for you. Sorry about that.”

“I think…” He cleared his throat. “I think I’d believe that apology if you weren’t still laughing.”

“Have some more tzatziki, it will help more than the tea.”

I've added the info about Pelegrini to my Wiki, sampled here:

And in full here:

[sc11vb]

Since a lot of the moots are doing this~

100 notes and I’ll do ALL my physical therapy exercises

200 notes and I’ll start posting more regularly on here and Ao3

300 notes and I’ll start working on my WIPs more regularly (that means more fanfiction for you!!)

400 notes and I’ll actually study for my finals

500 notes and I’ll start talking with the people on my volleyball teams (I can not start conversations to save my life irl, believe it or not)

Edit: HOW IN ALL THAT IS HOLY IS THIS WORKING?!

@we-were-born-to-be-free @shattermelyhfmlblog @dreamtigress

[mysticmiav]

"He curled himself around her again. This time, his hand at her waist met Krai, and he sighed. He gave in, and added to the cat’s attention." 🐈‍⬛️🖤

Sooo excited to finally share this piece I'd been working on! Fluff happy kanej because they and we deserve it🥹

This piece was a c0mmission for the fic Zelfliefde by @dreamtigress

The fic goes into Kaz and Inej's relationship a while post-cannon, and mainly revolves around the way in which they're learning to grow and be more vulnerable with each other.

Also, they took in a cat! I absoloutly melted at that. Krai, "sneaky as the Wraith, murderous as the Bastard," Kaz's words not mine, she is a good hunter. She has presented Kaz with many dead mice. The only thing she is cautious about so far are the crows on the rooftop.

The scene I'd illustrated is from chapter 4, a certain, slow, sleepy morning dawn in Kaz's attic in the slat, with both his Wraith and his cat snuggled in the warmth of his bed.

[thesleepyskipper]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you to the lovely @onthewaytosomewhere and @henryspearl for the tags today!

I'm early as it was time to post the final chapter and epilogue of my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic good neighbours (reblogs appreciated of my little post about it here ❤️)

Now that that's all done, it's time to really focus on 'the shower one' and I'm excited about it! Here's a little snippet.

There’s a stream of water running across Henry; it starts from his head, dampening his hair until it is dark and messy, pieces of it covering his eyes with droplets slowly dripping onto the tiled floor. From there, it chases a path from his neck, across his shoulder and down his torso, like a river. The kind of river Alex played in as a kid back in Texas. He wants to play in it, splash in it, bathe in it. He settles for reaching out and letting the stream run down over his hand as he places it on Henry’s chest.

And here's some tags for other lovelies in case you would like to play:

@kiwiana-writes, @welcometololaland, @cha-melodius, @orchidscript, @firenati0n

@theprinceandagcd, @cricketnationrise, @jmagnabo92, @myheartalivewrites, @piratefalls

@rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @three-drink-amy, @iboatedhere, @noahreids

@blueeyedgrlwrites, @alasse9, @stereopticons, @rarelyrad, @smblmn

@nontoxic-writes, @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @clockwrkpendrxgon, @getmehighonmagic

@anincompletelist, @anchoredarchangel, @emmalostinwonderland, @heysweetheart-writes, @littlemisskittentoes

@tailsbeth-writes, @sparklepocalypse, @fullsunsets, @duchessdepolignaca03, @sophie1973

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dragonflylady77, @agame-writes, @nocoastposts, @lightningboltreader

@inexplicablymine, @na-dineee, @notspecialbabe, @benwvatt, @cactusdragon517

@onetwistedmiracle, @tinyarmedtrex, @caterpills, @ninzied, @porcelainmortal,

@kordeliafawkes, @stratocumulusperlucidus, @bitbybitwrites, @idealuk, @stellarmeadow

@suseagull04, @wordsofhoneydew, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @dreamtigress, @caterpills

@miss-minnelli, @priincebutt, @stellarmeadow, @softboynick, @judasofsuburbia

@firstprincefairytale, @rachelica9, @readstheroom, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @fullerthanskippy

@mummabear1o, @zwiazdziarka, @mikibwrites, @swearphil, @flowerfan2

[theprinceandagcd]

wip wednesday :)

thanks for the early tags @onthewaytosomewhere @henryspearl @thesleepyskipper @suseagull04

got randomly into the idea of writing a summer-y fic after the THREE kidfic universe fics that i posted within two weeks, and that obviously led me to lifeguard!Alex and this was one of the first things I wrote into it, so...

“You okay?” Alex asks, kneeling next to him in the sand and setting his guard tube to the side. The man pushes his hair back from his face. “Just embarrassed, really.”  “Don't be,” Alex assures him, and then, because his mouth sometimes speaks without permission, he adds, “If everyone I saved was as pretty as you, I think I'd like the job a hell of a lot more.” Blue eyes blink up at him, looking surprised, but then he smiles, clearing his throat and saying, “You know, in all the movies, you’d be giving me mouth-to-mouth right now.”  “I think that’s porn, actually.” Alex smirks. “Plus, you’re breathing, sweetheart. It’s not required.” “Shame.” He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, hiding the edges of what Alex thinks is the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. “So, Alex, huh?” 

tags below the cut :)

@adreamareads @agostobuwan @anincompletelist @blueeyedgrlwrites @dragonflylady77

@dreamtigress @everwitch-magiks @fckngyrs @firenati0n @fullsunsets

@heysweetheart-writes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @itsmaybitheway @jmagnabo92

@kj-bee @myheartalivewrites @ninzied @nocoastposts @nontoxic-writes

@porcelainmortal @priincebutt @read-and-write- @sophie1973 @stellarmeadow

@tinyarmedtrex @wordsofhoneydew

[malconnorsupremacy]

Several Sentence Sunday

it's not Sunday anymore, but who cares right?

tagged by @dreamtigress

this is from chp 2 of love is a ruthless game. (if u saw me post the same thing 3 months ago, no you didn't.)

Kaz’s heart was beating loud. He couldn’t tell if Inej heard it trying to leap out of his chest. Her face gave nothing away, but her eyes morphed from shining with fury to confusion. He could feel her mind echoing, What is he playing at, what is he trying to do? Her knife was still smack against his throat, and he could feel a slight sting setting in. He needed to have her lower her beloved weapon; he didn’t really expect to die tonight, something she would most probably be quite keen on seeing happen. “If you could just let me explain,” he raised his hands on either side of him, “my loyalties lie elsewhere.” Inej snorted but withdrew her knife, still towering over him. “What loyalties?”

tagging @anonniemousefics and @she-posts-nerdy-stuff if they want to share ❤️

[porcelainmortal]

Fanfic Friday

I wanted to call this fuck it Friday because I was going to wait to post this but I'm in a shitty mood and needed a pick-me-up. 😂

My soulmate au is finally complete!

Please read, comment, share, etc. I will love you forever and ever.

Thank you to everyone who cheered me on during sprints and WIP days!

@myheartalivewrites @iboatedhere @onthewaytosomewhere @suseagull04 @cha-melodius

@theprinceandagcd @getmehighonmagic @thinkof-england @thesleepyskipper @dragonflylady77

@thiswasinevitable-rwrb @fullerthanskippy @stratocumulusperlucidus @caterpills @dolphinqueen10

@dreamtigress @priincebutt @blueeyedgrlwrites @freyjaexplores

... and everyone else who cheerleaded/reblogged/commented! I wanted to finish this fic so badly but the muse abandoned me halfway through, so honestly, all of the delightful feedback I got kept me going on this one. Thank you!! 💕

[tinyarmedtrex]

WIP Weds

thanks for the tags @dreamtigress @wordsofhoneydew @softboynick @theprinceandagcd @thesleepyskipper and @onthewaytosomewhere

Here's a bit from the next chapter of my Henry Priest AU (you can read the first 2 chapters here!)

That was the thing about sin- once you started it was hard to stop. Henry found himself cupping Alex's face, his tongue sliding into the other man's mouth. He tasted delicious, like a forbidden fruit, long denied and finally tasted. 

"Hen." Alex exhaled as they broke the kiss. "Should we-"

"Go inside?" 

His eyes widened but he nodded. The short walk took far too long.  It should have given Henry time to rethink this, to stop before he went any further but instead as soon as the door closed his mouth was on Alex again. Alex pushed him against the door, pressing his body to Henry's as he moaned. The garden of earthly delights had nothing on the pleasure he felt now, as Alex's hands moved over him. 

"Henry, baby, fuck." Alex broke the kiss to attack his neck. "What do you want?"

"A recreation of your dream." Henry's hands found Alex's slim hips and for a moment every word he'd ever learned fled from his mind. 

But then he remembered. Pushing Alex back so he could look him in the eye Henry said, "Kneel for me."

Tagging @kennacrab23 @cassiejcan @bitbybitwrites @binkitten @hotpinkmurex @guillermosfamiliar @asyouleft

[kezzzx]

Spicy writing prompt game!

Thanks @dreamtigress for the suggestion (I took out some/changed some of the ones that didn't appeal). Credit to @loveisanimaginarydagger3000 for the prompts.

Send me one of the numbers below and I'll write you a spicy Wesper drabble inspired by it!

“That’s it, fuck, that’s good.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this okay?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs.

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

[aphroditestummyrolls]

WIP Wednesday!

Finally, I am actually doing this on the day of Wednesday! Yay! I was tagged by @dreamtigress — thanks for thinking of me ❤️❤️❤️

Perhaps he could have stopped it. He ought to have been paying more attention, been more tuned in to the goings on of their little band of companions. If he hadn’t been so distracted by the shadow curse and all the memories of returning to the ravaged landscape around Moonrise… he might have seen this coming.

Whatever it was that this was. Therein laid the rub of it— Halsin didn’t know. But, according to some of their party, he really should. Wyll had said as much that night as they buzzed around camp like a kicked beehive— Halsin had a particular closeness with Astarion. As a result, they seemed to be under the impression that, whatever led their rogue down this path, he would have at least confided in Halsin. Right?

It was a flattering thought.

It would be an honour to share Astarion’s burdens. To be let in. As mercurial as the pale elf could be, it hardly took a great amount of wisdom to see that he suffered. It was at the tip of his tongue. It was gleaming in his ruby eyes when he thought no one cared to look his way.

But, Halsin didn’t know the exact cause. No matter how close Astarion allowed him to get, the vampire’s thoughts stayed locked away in whatever prison he’d built himself. The healer’s twitching hands stayed resolutely at his sides. Enough people had pressed Astarion for what he didn’t wish to give.

Halsin wouldn’t be one of them.

If that was the type of knowledge Wyll meant, then yes, he supposed he did know that much. Had that not been clear to all of them? They must’ve seen a glimmer or two if they were looking close enough to see Halsin and Astarion’s closeness.

There is but one uniting factor, he thought, chewing idly at his inner cheek, none of us considered what drastic measures he might take.

Raphael could not be trusted.

Astarion was effectively putting his head in the lion’s mouth. Astarion— their most distrustful character, still holding back from his own party even after weeks of travelling and protecting each other— was trusting a devil to make a deal. And none of them even knew why.

It tied Halsin’s gut in a miserable knot.

Tagging @nicolos, @silveredbark, and @jazzythursday no pressure! ❤️

[intosnarkness]

Hey.

(Breaking the rules: I think you're pretty awesome.)

I have so much fucking respect for people who are brave enough to walk up to someone (virtually) and just be their friend. I am constantly afraid of bothering people (especially people I am intimidated by because they’re good at stuff) and honestly have no idea how fandom community works anymore so I depend on people like you to show up in my DMs and tell me we’re friends now.

You have a sharp mind, excellent taste in music, and a keen eye for storytelling. I’m glad we met, and I am looking forward to knowing you better.

(I will say nice things about you)

[reinanova]

several sentence sunday

thanks @dreamtigress for the tag!

this is gonna be a collection of random sentences from the first draft of a criminal minds fic i’m calling evidence woes. some of these lines were too good not to share (even tho they’ll most likely not make it into the final version)

“Ella Lopez, forensic scientist at the LAPD. And I don’t care who you are, you’re contaminating the crime scene with your blatant disregard for proper evidential procedure.”

Morgan turns to Reid, one eyebrow raised. “You’re enjoying watching Hotch get his ass handed to him, aren’t you.”

“Fine. But this isn’t over,” she mutters darkly, turning on her heel to return to her lab and begin analyzing the rest of the properly collected evidence.

Rossi lets out an amused snort. “She’s a feisty one, that’s for sure.” / “Can it, Dave,” Hotch says.

There’s an inhuman screech from the hallway, followed by Ella Lopez sprinting into the conference room. She wastes no time, climbing onto a chair to snatch the paper bag from Reid’s hands.

Ella has a wicked grin on her face. “Gather around, kids. Today you’ll be learning how to not fuck up. First things first. Proper documentation and chain of custody.”

soft tagging @happybean17 @mattie24601 @ghostly-schematics and anyone else who wants to do this!

[sc11vb]

Hello, everyone, please welcome my friend @tastym1

@we-were-born-to-be-free this is Pri, she was the first mutual I told you about

@shattermelyhfmlblog this is Cherry Rose, she’s very active in the Shatter Me fandom

@dreamtigress this is the fanfic author I used to beta read for

@lxvebelle @lunarthecorvus @highladyjane ~ these are the other mutuals!

[hotpinkmurex]

WIP Wednesday!

Except it's Thursday...

But not Thirsty Thursday because it's SFW...

Meh, it's un-alphaed, un-betaed drabble from my current Wesper fairytale that still needs work.

In case the hat didn't give it away, Jesper is the Prince. And to help with the mental image I picture him wearing something like this:

Thanks for the tags @nerdlingmerchling and @sixofcrowdaydreams

That lie carried Wylan through almost until suppertime.

He and Reuben were heading in to the dining hall, when the Prince appeared in the passageway behind them. He was resplendent in sky-coloured blue and was wearing another of his obscenely large hats. The sight left Wylan no choice but to beam stupidly and float temporarily a few inches off the floor.

After that any hope of Wylan behaving civilised shrivelled up and died a cold death. So Wylan spent another evening staring into the deep, dark, depths of his stew.

But Wylan woke early the next morning, determined. It did him no good to dwell on the subject of the Prince. Clearly Wylan did not figure much in the Prince's mind. Wylan would practice his music, hope his fingers remembered how to move across the keys and go about his day as usual. Perhaps by the evening he would have settled his nerves enough to flirt voraciously across the table with the Prince. He was sure he could do it, provided he found a few moments to make eyes at himself in the looking glass in Reuben's bedchamber.

It was a good plan. A great one. And it had every hope of succeeding.

That was until Wylan reached the music room and his heart stopped in his chest. And his feet stopped with a jolt along with it.

The Prince was sitting there. Outlined against the glass. He had his elbows on his knees and his forehead on his palms, and his eyes were trained intently on his shoes. He was just sitting there. Completely alone. Bouncing his weight from the ball of one foot onto the other. He was definitely not a figment of Wylan's imagination - Wylan could never have dreamed up a costume in that particularly eye-watering shade of gooseberry-green.

What was he doing there? The servants rarely even found time to visit that dusty old room.

It was lucky for Wylan that the Prince was so distracted. By the time he looked up and noticed Wylan in the doorway, Wylan had managed to pull his mouth closed and had swallowed down the largest portion of his shock. He may even have been able to speak comprehensibly, but the Prince got there first.

Tagging @stormkpr @dreamtigress @tinyarmedtrex or anyone who wants to join in.

:)

[thesleepyskipper]

WIP Wednesday!

Appreciating the tags from these lovely humans today: @getmehighonmagic, @suseagull04, @sophie1973, @littlemisskittentoes, @welcometololaland, and

@caterpills, @miss-minnelli, @priincebutt, @stellarmeadow

Sharing a little more from my WIP dubbed "the shower one" which actually has a few pages to it as I've started working on it in earnest now that my @aroyallybigbangrwrb fic good neighbours is a week away from being fully posted and done!

After all of their encounters, from his bedroom, to the polo tack room, and a handful of others, he has to admit that they’ve experienced a bit of a drought. They haven’t had the chance to see each other lately. Both Alex and Henry are obligated to attend a wide variety of events in their respective countries given their prominent roles. Plus, this whole thing is still casual. Obviously. The most casual, like that person you pass by occasionally on campus but don’t exchange more than polite hellos with. Yeah. Except with blow jobs. Right.

Tagging in some more lovely humans if you have something you're working on and would like to share! Please also consider this an open tag if I missed you (it wasn't on purpose, I promise!❤️).

@kiwiana-writes, @myheartalivewrites, @cha-melodius, @orchidscript, @firenati0n

@theprinceandagcd, @onthewaytosomewhere, @henryspearl, @cricketnationrise, @jmagnabo92

@rmd-writes, @celeritas2997, @three-drink-amy, @iboatedhere, @noahreids

@alasse9, @nontoxic-writes, @indestructibleheart, @maxbegone, @clockwrkpendrxgon

@anincompletelist, @anchoredarchangel, @emmalostinwonderland, @heysweetheart-writes, @blueeyedgrlwrites

@tailsbeth-writes, @sparklepocalypse, @fullsunsets, @duchessdepolignaca03

@hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @dragonflylady77, @agame-writes, @nocoastposts, @lightningboltreader

@inexplicablymine, @na-dineee, @notspecialbabe, @benwvatt, @cactusdragon517

@onetwistedmiracle, @tinyarmedtrex, @caterpills, @ninzied, @porcelainmortal,

@kordeliafawkes, @stratocumulusperlucidus, @bitbybitwrites, @idealuk, @stellarmeadow

@piratefalls, @wordsofhoneydew, @lizzie-bennetdarcy, @stereopticons. @dreamtigress

@firstprincefairytale, @rachelica9, @readstheroom, @anti-homophobia-cheese, @fullerthanskippy