#pathfinder drabbles

[bridgyrose]

Lothar likes having someone do squirrel things with her, and tries to keep Tix as squirrel person with her as long as possibe

Lothar paused as she watched Tix gather nuts from around one of the oak trees. The loneliness she felt had finally gone away, but while she didnt understand how Tix managed to look like her, she did understand that this was all going to be temporary. Eventually Tix would have to stop looking like a squirrel whether it be for a mission or whenever she needed to get back to Sik. 

And the thought of being alone again terrified her. No matter how many people she was around, no matter how many other animal-like people there were, as far as she was aware, there wasnt anyone else like her. A mix of elf and squirrel due to experimentation from druids, not belonging in the wilds or with others in cities or villages. Caught between two worlds without the knowledge to survive.

“Is everything okay, Lothar?” Tix asked as she brought over the nuts she gathered. “You look distracted.” 

“Lothar is fine,” Lothar answered as she looked over the nuts. “Tix Tix find nuts fine?” 

Tix nodded and pulled out a couple of the biggest ones. “Found a few big ones too! They’ll be great with dinner.” 

Lothar nodded and started to pick up a few nuts of her own as she started to walk back to Voyardee’s place. She stuffed them into her cheek pouches and climbed up onto Tix’s shoulder, almost amazed with how soft her fur was. She then saw the smile on Tix’s face. It was clear she was happy being like this. 

Which then put a rare thought into her head: if it was possible to make her a squirrel instead of a squirrel-elf, then maybe it was possible to make Tix a squirrel instead of a changeling. 

Lothar shook her head to try to get the thought out. She had never heard of any other people like her, and even if that magic book of everything thought there was a way to fix her, its not like she’d be able to go back to how she used to be. Other squirrels didnt speak common or sylvan, move stones or metal with a thought… and more importantly, she wasnt sure she knew how to really *be* a squirrel anymore without being a person. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Tix asked. “You’re normally more excited about the nuts we find. We can go find more.” 

Lothar was about to speak before she paused, winced as if she waited for a whip to strike her back, and then removed the nuts from her cheeks. “Nuts fine. Plenty of nuts.” 

“Then tell me what’s going on.” 

“Does… does Tix Tix like being squirrel?” Lothar slowly asked as she tried to find the words. 

“The tail feels nice and the fur does keep me warm,” Tix said with a smile. “But more importantly, you seem happier when you see me like this. I know what its like to be alone or out of place, so looking a lot like you isnt too much of an issue for me.” 

“Does Tix Tix want to be squirrel?” 

Tix shrugged. “I’ve never thought about it. I’m sure if I wanted to be, Brother wouldnt mind. I’d still be me no matter how I looked.” 

“Would Tix Tix want Lothar to be… elf?”

“After we store the nuts, why dont you show me the best way to climb trees?” 

Lothar looked at Tix curiously, but nodded. “Lothar can show Tix Tix best way.” 

Tix smiled. “And then we can go back around town and see if we can get you some more clothes.” 

Lothar settled down a bit on Tix’s shoulder as they continued back to the cave. From everything she could tell, Tix had wanted to be a squirrel just like her, which brought a smile to her face. 

If there was a way to get herself back to a squirrel, she’d make sure Tix would become one too. Then she’d never have to worry about being alone again. 

[voidless7]

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[beardyplaysgames]

Just wanted to share what my Pathfinder Wotr character looks like. This is Ven.

You're sitting in the corner of the tavern, when you notice a mysterious person. At least, you think it's a person. He has a scarf wrapped from his neck, to his nose. His hat is pulled down, so all you can see is two silver eyes peering out. When you get closer, you feel like screaming. It's one of those....those things. He leans back, sensing your fear. His hands are stained red, and you hope it's not blood. Wait. You think you've heard of him. Only rumours, and tales. Of a vagabond, leader of a cult, you think. They say he only appears in taverns and places with alcohol. Kids tell stories of him, of a scary, tall, dark vampire who hunts at night. Who is lethal, with weapons, with fists. Who can kill fast, and you would never see him coming. "Are you afraid of me?" his hoarse voice asks. "Y..y..yes." "You shouldn't be afraid of rumours," he says. He orders another drink. Up close, his face is even worse, well what you can see of it. He puts the alcohol bottle under the long scarf to hide it but up close, there is so many scars across his forehead and along his face, like someone opened him up again and again with a knife.

[bunnybird-afk]

Merlinverse Musical March

Hey, Magisters and Non-Merlin ocs of the Merlinverse! I’ve got a fun little challenge in mind for the community to participate in. Every day (or however often you can) for the rest of March, post a song that reminds you of your OC with an explanation of why, this can be a short explanation, a full analysis of the song, a drabble, a songfic, a piece of art, or whatever works for you! Feel free to adjust the rules to your preferences, and post however often or however many songs you want! Remember, this is all for fun with no stakes, so don’t feel any pressure to participate or keep up with posts. If you are interested though feel free to join in and tag Merlinverse creators you think might be interested!

Bunnybird Tags (Please don’t feel obligated to participate if you don’t want to): @meepinmeat, @yohohonabottle, @magister-violyste, @fgfirenation, @confusedeldritch, @kurokid1412, @mcnana, @msbiaxalblanc, @beaverthemerlin, @quintiriss, @windmaedchen-oceanhorn, @magister-pathfinder

[vorchagirl]

I got inspired to write a Saints and Liars drabble ^_^ So here's Reyes and Liam having a little, erm, 'moment' on the Tempest when Liam gets curious about Reyes, Cerys & Harry.

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“So are you three like, together together?”

Reyes froze at Liam's tactless question about his relationship with Cerys and Harry, and slowly turned to face the younger man. Liam was sprawled untidily at the table in what passed for a kitchen-come-mess on the Tempest, a collection of empty wrappers and drink cans around him. Reyes frowned at the sight.

Liam perpetually reminded him of a teenager whose parents had gone on vacation and given him the run of the house. He didn't eat properly, he didn't seem to exercise properly, he'd brought that stupid sofa with him from the Milky Way, and he had all the subtlety of a dump truck driving down a residential street when talking about nuanced and personal matters.

With a sigh he didn't bother to stifle, Reyes lowered himself into a seat at the table, well aware that Liam found his height “annoying”. Though Liam found a lot of things about him annoying: his height, his competence, his presence on the ship, and even his accent. He'd found that out when he'd overheard Jaal and Liam having a loud and obnoxious conversation about him in engineering, unaware that he was checking over the Nomad on the cargo deck below them.

The conversation had been enlightening. Jaal thought he was an untrustworthy violent criminal, but worth keeping around because he was good in a fight, while Liam had complained at length about him and made it clear he didn't think he was good enough for Cerys.

On that count, Reyes agreed with him: he'd never be good enough for Cerys.

They'd started dissecting Harry’s character when Reyes deliberately made some noise to alert them to his presence. No doubt Cerys would have been next in their bitching session. Or maybe not. He suspected Liam's, and possibly Jaal's, unfriendliness came from jealousy because she'd never looked in their direction.

He couldn't blame her.

Reyes loathed them and their high school bullying tactics of excluding him whenever Cerys wasn't around, and fought hard to stay civil to them. The rest of the crew had been friendly and welcoming, but both Jaal and Liam remained distant and, in Reyes' opinion, they were a little too interested in Cerys’ personal life.

Their blatant disapproval of himself and Harry joining the Pathfinder crew didn't do much to endear them to Reyes, and he avoided them as much as possible. He didn't want to make things difficult for Cerys by starting something with them, but he was well aware that if he wanted to he could both start something and end it.

“We're both dating Cerys,” he clarified, setting his mug down on the table and wishing he had some whiskey to take the edge off.

“Yeah,” Liam nodded as though this was obvious, “I know that. But how does it work with the three of you? Are you and Harry together too? I don't get how it works.”

Reyes narrowed his eyes the tiniest amount. “Why do you need to know?”

The other man offered him an overly familiar grin, as though the two of them were friends. “Well, I don't, I guess, but I figured I should ask the awkward questions now so I don't get the wrong idea later. You get me, bro?”

Ask the awkward questions so you can run off to gossip with Jaal more likely.

“So like, how does it work? Do you guys take turns spending time with her like a timeshare apartment? Or are you both with her all the time? Are you and the good Doc also together-”

It was the second time Liam had asked about his involvement with Harry. And this time he'd managed to insult Cerys too.

Reyes saw red.

“Did you just compare the Pathfinder to a timeshare apartment?” Reyes asked quietly, pinning Liam with his gaze.

Something in his tone or eyes must have clued the younger man in that he'd gone too far, and he shifted in his seat and cleared his throat awkwardly. “I, uh, didn't mean anything by it. I just-”

“All you need to know is that myself and Doctor Carlyle are both seeing Cerys.” Reyes stressed her name. “It's not an open relationship, the doctor and I are not involved romantically with each other, and if you know what's good for you, you'll drop this before I start asking questions about your dating life. Or lack thereof.”

Reyes pushed away from the table and stood up while Liam spluttered, half-embarrassed and half-indignant.

“Keep in mind I was Black Ops, Kosta. That means my moral compass doesn't work quite the same as yours. I'm being nice for Cerys’s sake, but push me too far and…” he trailed off and shrugged, enjoying the way the other man had drawn back fearfully. “Well, let's just say I know half a dozen ways to maim someone and make it look like a very unfortunate accident. No one would ever know. Not even you.”

Liam dropped his face and nodded, looking like he'd rather be anywhere but in the kitchen with him.

“Sorry.”

Reyes picked up his coffee, took an appreciative sip, and whistled in what he hoped was a nonchalant way as he walked away, almost running into Harry who was lurking in the hallway and looking amused.

“Listening in, were we?” Reyes asked dryly.

Harry grinned. “I didn't want to interrupt you when you were on such a roll. Besides, he tried the same thing with me last night.”

His eyebrows shot up. “What did you tell him?”

“That if he ever asked me personal questions like that again there was a chance I might mix up his next vaccinations and accidentally infect him with Angaran Measles. The nasty kind with open sores that scar.”

Reyes looked at Harry in surprise for a moment and then chuckled. “And to think, Cerys thinks you're the nice one.”

Harry winked at him and slipped past into the kitchen where Liam made a small strangled sound that could have been a greeting and scuttled in the other direction.

[screechthemighty]

Bit of a short drabble this time because I'm not overthinking it this time. The last chapter/day will be longer, though (and a concept that I've had rattling around but never got to writing), so you have that to look forward to. Anyways, enjoy!

time, curious time | (late) miraith week 2025 day six: safe

“Still nothing?”

Wraith nodded before shrinking back into their hiding spot. “Can’t hear any firefights close by, nothing from the voices. How’s your ankle?”

Elliott tested it and winced. “Still think it’s just a sprain. I could run on it if I was about to die, but I’d really rather not.”

“Then we’d better hope I’m right about where the final ring will be.”

“I’m sure you are. Your track record is pretty good.” Elliott smiled at her in a way that said he wanted to say something nicer, but didn’t want to risk the cameras being on them. She was sure he’d shower her in compliments later, especially if they managed a win. “This is what we get for ditching Pathfinder and doing duos, huh?”

“He told us to do the duos.”

“True, but still.” Wraith sat down next to him; out of the corner of her eye, she saw him start to reach for her hand, then disguise the motion by pulling his hand up to check on his ultimate. “Sorry I couldn’t be more help scavenging.”

“Don’t be. I’d rather you save your pain tolerance for the final push.” And she’d found pretty decent ammo and armor in the area. Nothing gold, but enough to let them pull off a good ambush whenever the final teams got close. “How many are left?”

“We’re down by half. Looks like there was a bloodbath near a gold weapon drop. Might be a problem later, but if there was a kraber in play, we would’ve heard it by now.” He shuddered at the thought. “Won’t be a very exciting match if we end up winning after camping for so long…”

“Depends on how the last few minutes go.”

“Good point. And at least it’s pretty cozy in here.”

It was pretty cozy, or at least it would’ve been if the threat of temporary but painful death wasn’t lurking outside. Wraith had found herself wishing on and off lately that she and Elliott had the chance to get out in nature more. To find a nice hidden place like this and just be able to enjoy it. The flowers were beautiful. The sky was clear. It could’ve been a really nice day. But they had to stay focused if they wanted to win this.

Maybe later, they would be able to have that. For now, she was just glad they were safe.

[dreadfutures]

Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @plisuu and @rosella-writes - and tagging the whole rest of the DA FanFic server crew:

@warpedlegacy @rakshadow @effelants @bluewren @breninarthur @ar-lath-ma-cully @ir0n-angel @inquisimer @crackinglamb @theluckywizard @nirikeehan @oxygenforthewicked @exalted-dawn-drabbles @melisusthewee @blarrghe @agentkatie @delicatefade @leggywillow @about2dance

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

49

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

1,645,298

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Maximum Ride, Pokemon, Spirited Away, Zelda, Pathfinder CRPGs, Elden Ring, Dishonored, and of course, Dragon Age

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dead Pasts and Dread Futures (Dragon Age)

Hero of the Wild (Legend of Zelda: BOTW)

When the Wind Whispers (Legend of Zelda: BOTW)

The Brave Guide (Dragon Age)

Light in the Dark (LOZ)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I try to. I fall behind very frequently but I always try to say thank you. So many people tell me why these stories touch them, and to share that with me, is such a gift that deserves acknowledgement.

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

Probably 'The Hope of Fen'Harel' (on AO3) or the scene where Solas finds out that young Ixchel is dead (here on tumblr).

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

the road seems too wild for mixing it with blues (Dragon Age) - literally it is a Solavellan happiest of happy endings. There are brown butter donuts.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yes. Not infrequently.

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

Sometimes! I do try to write titillating smut but if it's in my longfics, it's got to be for character reasons and serve the plot. But I have more than one smut oneshot that's just there to get people hot lol.

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

No.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have had ideas copied wholecloth.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, but you are free to do so as long as you tag me and properly credit via the "inspired by" on AO3

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

Yes! ALL of my Maximum Ride fics were co-written. Literally sending passages back and forth over *yahoo instant messenger.* It was an absolute fucking joy. Those fics are gone now though lol.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Prooooooobablyyyyyyy Haku/Chihiro. I will read absolute drivel if it's got them in it.

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

I WILL ABSOLUTELY FINISH MY BOTW FICS I AM WORKING ON THEM OKAY?! The one i don't think i will ever do is my young!Ixchel fic. It's too fucking sad. But it lives in my head and calls to me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dreamy prose, evocative horror, and really motivated plots.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm verbose, I have a hard time connecting scenes / passing time without it feeling like it's dragging.

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

So, for fantasy languages that you have to conlang -- I think you should just write it in English. Especially if you're not making up YOUR OWN conlang and instead relying on the work of a notorious jackass. I have taken to "[[brackets and italics]]" to indicate when dialogue is happening in Elvhen. In real life languages, such as Spanish, the current movement in ownvoices communities is to include the dialogue in its original tongue, with no italics. Readers are smart. They can look it up. And they need to get used to languages other than their own without it seeming other, alien, or magical. In my original novels, where Spanish is often used, I stick with this rule.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Maximum Ride or Spirited Away.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

it ends or it doesn't (Dragon Age), my Felassan-as-Benoit-Blanc arlathvhen murder mystery!

blank form below:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

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

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

8. Do you get hate on fics?

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

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

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

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

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

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

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

[super-ion]

So I've spent quite a bit of mental energy the last couple days on character creation for an upcoming Pathfinder game (as I do). So of course, in true Char fashion I had to throw a drabble together to get into her head (directly inspired by a scene by @the-sword-lesbian for her character).

She's a half orc inventor with a fighter flavor. She's 6'6" and built like a tank. She's a nerd with special interests. Her dump stats are wis and cha.

***

They spot her in the back of the seedy tavern. She's hunched over a table surrounded by an array of incomprehensible tools. Half a meal sits forgotten on the edge of the table. Her brow is furrowed in concentration and she chews on her bottom lip as her fingers work at the clockwork before her.

The lead bounty hunter casts a look at the barkeep, who frowns and disappears into the kitchen. A few of the more observant patrons clear out and the remainder soon follow.

Not her though, she's too busy. She is absolutely completely focused at the task at hand.

She's big, she is half orc after all, but she has a roundness to her cheeks, a softness in her shoulders. She has a few faint scars, maybe broke her nose once, but that all might just be from lab accidents. She gives off the air of an academic type, some well fed student who got too many ideas about adventure in her head.

“Akhana Greystone?”

“Huh?” she replies, jumping slightly at the interruption.

She peers at them through light brown eyes, almost golden. One of the hunters, the newbie, decides the color reminds him of when there are storms high in the mountains and the river is fully saturated with the high desert silt.

Another of the hunters notes the ribbons woven into the messy braid of dark hair, bright pink and purple. She's brought in a few marks in her career and has never seen anything so frivolous.

This job is guaranteed easy money.

The mark makes an awkward smile at the three of them, not entirely sure who to address.

“Uh… yeah, Akhana. That's me,” she replies. “Y'all need any tinker work done or anythin? I'm kind of between jobs right now, but I'm not above a little bit o’ freelance if it keeps my belly full.”

She looks at them hopefully for a moment before her smile slips at their expressions.

The leader glances back at his more seasoned companion with a raised eyebrow, silently asking if this is the right person. She frowns dubiously as she nods.

“I had a pretty good gig goin’ for a spell there,” she nervously continues, starting to ramble as she returns her attention to her work. “Gunrunning and all that. Lotta time to be alone in my head to think about designs and it pays a might bit better’n working the forges. Hurts a lot less than the fightin’ ring too. But of course, somebody had ta go and ruin it. Jerk wanted a cut of the money, like we're some kind of criminal enterprise, if you can believe that! Okay, I mean, yeah, it's technically illegal and everything, but it's not like we we're doing anything wrong, ya know? Just gettin’ supplies out to good honest folk tryin’ ta eek out a living out in the wild. So what if some of those supplies just happened to be black powder weapons of dubious provenance? I tell ya what though, Ma ain't to happy about my face being on a wanted poster, her bein’ a former marshal ‘n all that…”

She trails off, perhaps realizing that she effectively just offered a confession to a trio of strangers. She looks around the room and seems surprised to find it empty. She squints at the three of the bounty hunters in turn, sizing them up.

“Aw heck,” she says. “You fella’s are here about the bounty, ain't ya?”

The leader gives a curt nod.

“Come in quietly,” he says. “Nobody has to get hurt. It'll be easier for all of us.”

She runs her tongue along one of her tusks, considering for a moment.

“Nah,” she says finally and returns to her work, slipping the last few gears and pieces of wires into the gauntlet.

The bounty hunters exchange a baffled glance.

“Ma'am-”

She holds up a finger to silence him. She clicks a mechanism shut and spins a dial, listening intently to some unknown response. She gives a quick nod, apparently satisfied, she starts packing up her tools.

The leader clears his throat.

“Ma'am, we're here for the bounty on your head-”

“Yeah, I know,” she interrupts. “I heard ya. Answer’s still no.”

Only after the last tool is carefully placed in its place does she uncurl herself from her hunched posture. As she squares her shoulders and cracks her neck, the hunters realize that what they mistook for softness is actually a healthy layer of padding over solid muscle.

The hunter on the left, the newbie, takes a nervous step back.

She slips the gauntlet on her wrists. Something clicks and whirrs. There's a spark and a tiny puff of blue smoke from the gauntlet.

She grins, her eyes filling with a manic sort of delight.

[marquis-of-writeblr]

Hallo! I'm Liz, she/her (I do use other pronouns sometimes in other contexts, but for here I'm just going to use those), white transfem butch dyke, and that's probably about as much personal detail as I feel comfortable giving here.

I am a former artist with a particular passion for fictional cartography and struggling writer. I'm hoping to use this as a place to just kinda get back into the groove of writing, in part by just relaxing and having some fun with asks, tags, and some drabbles.

Something specific I plan to use this blog for is basically as an outlet for the dozens upon dozens of TTRPG characters I can't help but cooking up, but will likely never get the chance to play, simply because there are far too many of them at this point. Many of them were brewed up for Pathfinder and its setting of Golarion, but since not all of them were, and most I created to be able to adapt into other settings anyway, I'll be cooking up my own setting to drop everyone into. Do expect the occasional obvious expy, though, since a few of these characters did wind up being very tied to the setting.

Anyway, since this is a place I plan to use to just unwind and have fun with writing, don't expect any overarching narratives or intricate plots. More than likely, there'll be some that crop up naturally here and there, of course, but for the most part I expect to just be writing whatever strikes my fancy at a given moment.

Since I'm cooking up a setting for this too, in addition to scenes and drabbles about given characters, I'll probably also make the odd lore post about the setting or its history. I rather enjoy worldbuilding, and have especially been wanting to experiment with using a very... Watsonian approach to setting lore (and especially history), so expect these posts to be written in-universe in some manner (inspired in large part by @janspar from the Artifexian podcast and his approach to writing worldbuilding).

[azurescaled]

get to know me meme !

TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !

1. favorite colors: Black, Red, Green (Listen, I never left my edgy phase)

2. favorite flavors: I love me some sweet, spicy and bitter flavors.

3. favorite genres: horror, angst, fluff, drama, adventure, occasionally smut

4. favorite music: i've long since figured out i have no defined genre, i listen to everything. Though if we're gonna go with one of my favorite bands? Nine Inch Nails

5. favorite movies: Alien, Aliens, Battle: Los Angeles, Dead Space: Downfall, John Carpenter's: The Thing

6. favorite series: Lotr, Metroid, Starship Troopers, Helldivers, Halo, Dino Crisis, Parasite Eve, Dead Space

7. last song: Sands of Time (Trap Remix)- JB Music

8. last series: Hell's Paradise Jigokuraku

9. last movie: Bigfoot: Lost Coast Tapes

10. currently reading: Dungeon Meshi

11. currently watching: Dungeon Meshi

12. currently working on: pathfinder drabble

tagged by: @astarab1aze, @eraba-reta-unmei tagging: You.

[ustalav]

cole's ficlet masterlist

decided to compile all of my completed drabbles/shortfics that are not posted to ao3 but are around on this blog

dragon age 2

an old letter - 556 words grant hawke & carver hawke grant spirals after not hearing from carver for a few months post act 2 (cw: parent death, sibling death)

a description of your OC written by someone who hates them anders & grant hawke anders discusses his friendship with the champion of kirkwall with a curious member of the mage underground

dragon age inquisition

falon’panelan - 231 words solas/faron lavellan solas is taken aback by faron's admission of emotional closeness

i have killed my brother many times - 138 words hessarian trevelyan & gideon trevelyan sarian sees his brother in every mage that doesn't pass their harrowing

in their blood, the maker's will is written - 397 words gideon trevelyan an eleven year old gideon discovers his magic, it horrifies him

pathfinder: wrath of the righteous

cyril's first real conversation with count daeran arendae - 437 words cyril lodovka & daeran arendae the reclusive vivisectionist dhampir adapts to socializing

[themandylion]

Fic Stats Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

I was tagged by @generatorcat :D

Most Hits: World's Okayest Detective (with the Social Isolation gang) - 30,204 hits

2nd Most Kudos: this pen was inked with the promise of you - JayTim; 2,403 kudos

3rd Most Comments: By Blood, Book, and Blade (with @bionerd2point0) - JayTim; 250 comments

4th Most Bookmarks: Pathfinding - JayTim; 408 bookmarks

5th Most Words: the rarer action is - gen; 39,102 words (this is currently Trust Fall on AO3 at 32k, but it's only half posted so that's not accurate)

Least Words: This is every drabble (all 39 of them) I have posted.

I am tagging: @shmoo92, @kieran-granola, @vellaphoria, @strawberryjei, @bionerd2point0, and @cheetahleopard

[dis--parity]

So heres where I'm at.

I really wanna come back here and start writing again, I really do. The whole reason I ended up stopping is because I wanted to put my energy into this drabble series but now I've hit a writer's block on the second fucking chapter but I'm too stubborn to just put it on hold.

Seeing a couple people I looked up to unfollow me, even if it's totally understandable, really put a dent in my motivation and it sucks. At the same time, though... it kinda makes me wanna kick myself into gear and just do replies again?

A lot of my energy recently, at least the little I can spare, has been put towards D&D and my Pathfinder campaign so that's my priority rn... but I really do miss you all. I miss the interactions with others and the friends I've made here and I want that back.

I can't make any promises so low activity resumes but please be assured I'm thinking of you guys.

[apple-eating-goat]

Ok...

RWVAU:

A Heartfelt Proposal

Digital Phoenix

Now I’m Stuck Rotting Six Feet Under (requires rewrite)

Now, It Remains A Dream, A Distant Memory That Itches My Brain

Pink Lemonade

Gift of the River

Motor Oil and Chamomile

Yellow Carnations In Straw Stubble

Sick sucks

I project my intrusive thoughts onto Hunter

Facility Files

Legend Has It That When the Rains Come Down, All the Worms Come Up to Breathe

Pink Lemonade Music

Lake Monsters

Flame and Flood

All We Did Was Kiss on My Grave, I Swear

And We Will Pick Apart Your Mind as You Are Breaking Down

I Never Wanted to Sleep

Hush Now

The Sun Will Sleep Tonight

Snuggles

Je Ne T'abandonnerai Jamais

So While You Think You’re Alone, You Cast Two Shadows Down The Road

Normal Coffee Shop Things

Heart’s Truth Might Lie

Snakeskin

And Yet I’m Left Still Wanting You

Candy Cane, Candy Cane (I Don’t Like Peppermint…)

Pick Out Your Heart With a Kitchen Fork

Give Me Back My Girlhood

Heartwood

ATLArti 2.0

What’s in a Name?

Cleanup, Cleanup, Everybody Cleanup!

And You Will Wake Up (And Wake Up, And Wake Up)

Golden Key

A Slice of Bitter Pie

So Many Ways to See the Sunrise

Moldy Pomegranate - Hunter death-centric loop(s?)

Miraculous AU

Hearts and Arrows

A Lesson Learnt

Deep in the Dark of the Woods Where Secrets Sleep

Title Not Needed

Fishnet

It's Wrong But I Want You Tonight

Now You’ll See Just Who the Prey is

Interview: survivor

Misc things:

Pathfinder chosen few AU

Lesbibabs

Kaelidoscope remake

Reach for the stars (Humans are space orcs AU)

Rain world x MLP

The Moon Will Sing a Song for Me, I’ve Loved You Like the Sun

Vampire AU that needs a name

Surprise!

Tables Turned

Wait, You’re Married?!

Break My Artificial Bones

Vulture’s Carrion Carol

Grab Fate By The Horns

Item Dialogue

Unnecessary crossover go brrr

Scug griffons

Oops I did it again (started a new AU) - mandalorian AU

Hush, little warrior

Survival

Blue Hyacinth

Parent-Teacher Meetings From the Void

Soulmate AU

The Arrow That Spears my Heart

Harvest Moon

Rw warrior cats fusion AU

Winds on her mom arc

Dammit I'm starting a new AU

Tombstone and a river

Everything moves, Everything pulses

Saint spearm angsty thingy

Letters From a Needle to a Spear

My Baby's Got A Gun

Brimstone and Beskar

Blood and Venom

No time to name gotta write crack

GIft of family but RW

Pepperstar

Megaptera novaeangliae

The walls of moss and mold

A price paid in flesh and blood

Queer scugs go brr

Seven Red Suns is not a licensed dentist

Bonus chapter for Visitor

name idea 404

Too sick to title

Golden crowns, Stained and broken

The reply saga: ao3 edition: chapter 1

Spearm swap

Trigona hypogea but chapter two

Hunter swap

Hunter is back from being dead and she's making it everybody else's problem

space raptor drabbles

Murder scugs but better

Vigilante au maybe prequel

NSH get send disturbing messages

Local old lady gives man traumatic flashback, more at seven

Introspection rewrite

Artihunter post-murder

Hunter yells at Pebbles

Werelizard hunter

Non-RW

Dragonblessed

Birds scary

Rewrite of the ancient cat scenes for aroace jayfeather

I too have a shit ton of 'WIP's that I've barely touched and I'm only 95% sure this is all of them

@candieduranium @jaydove-writes @whenitgrowsbright @starsofthestorm @king-darling

@buefried @bucket-of-grass @shroomy-tea @methoxyacetyltryptamine @kittysnails-things

@ruffy-ruffles @nebulius @paradox-crows @lavscavv @your-third-cat

ty @shoot-i-messed-up for inviting me (technically my main blog @light-the-spark-of-dawn but I realized that some of the people I'm gonna tag might not know that one) to this ask game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

WIPs:

Kim & Kal

Ichibayashi

Uncle Hal

Branching Paths

@effietrinket1619 @ikibli @oceanicairways @aj-artjunkyard you've been drafted (no pressure) and anyone else who sees this and wants to play can also join in!

[vorchagirl]

Fic update

Parasite, my Reyes x Ryder romance fic is all done. It's about a non-Pathfinder Ryder who's brother is obsessed with controlling her, so she runs away from the Initiative and hides on Kadara. Cue Reyes Vidal. Anyway, it's a fic which I've been working on for months, with the aim of exploring unhealthy sibling relationships, and a romance born under pressure. I'll probably start posting it soon :) with weekly updates.

I'm currently writing chapter 8 of Untouchable, my Rookanis fic. I've got around 15 chapters planned, at the moment, but that is likely to increase. I'm going to use the Christmas holidays to try and get as much written as possible. I'm a little shocked at how in love with this fic and the characters I am ... but it's just so much fun to write. For now I'm going to stick with updating every 5 days.

I have a ton of oneshots and drabbles for Rookanis and Spite x Rook which I want to finish off and start posting soon. I just need to find some time to buckle down and get them written in such a way that they can happily stand separate from my ongoing fic. I'm excited. The one which I'll probably post first is a Spite x Rook smut fic set after the end of Untouchable.

My shenko fics - Distance and Through A Mirror Darkly - are still being updated and worked on, but possibly at a slower pace since I'm currently hyper focused on DAtV. But yeah, I have the next chapters of both fics almost finished. They just need a little more work, and some editing.

If you have questions about my fics or writing, please feel free to send through an ask. I'm always happy to chat about it. Likewise if you have fic recs - send them through so I can read them!

[silversiren1101]

Drabble - Nightmare (Minovae x Regill)

His eyes shoot open wide, the arched ceiling of her room--their room--swathed in shadows, and at first he thinks he’s still there in that empty darkness.

The one that had swallowed her whole, unable to save her this time.

But then he blinks and his eyes, more accustomed to the gloom, realize he’s exactly where he should be: in bed. Her bed, now their bed, and she’s exactly where she should be too, curled around him with a mess of platinum hair splayed across his chest, catching the slivers of moonlight through the gap in the curtains. It’s late, the middle of the night. They’re in Drezen, safe. She is safe, quiet breathing slow and deep, still asleep. The feeling of her scaled cheek is cool across his abdomen, and her tail’s feathers are soft wrapped around one of his legs. She herself is warmth, no need for a blanket with her presence.

His racing pulse and heavy breathing are the only proof of the fear that’d descended on him, that foreign feeling he’d gone so long without comprehending truly and fully until so very recently--the only proof he’d just had a nightmare for the first time in what could be decades.

Regill breathes in deeply, slowly, grateful at least he hadn’t woken her and striving to keep it that way. In any other case, he’d get up and walk out his thoughts until he got to the nature of the issue. With her laying half on top of him, though, using him as her pillow... this is what he needs: proof that was happened was only a nightmare.

When was the last time he had one?

‘When was the last time you had something to fear?’, he answers himself.

He quietly exhales a sigh, keeping his gaze fixed on Minovae, still peacefully at sleep. Her side rises and falls with her breathing, and the quiet noise of it is like a balm to a suffered burn. Her face is angled downward, hidden from his sight, but he can picture the placid expression on it just fine.

Resting.

He knows it’s a risk but accepts it anyway, needing to touch her more than with just this passiveness, needing more proof for the irrationality chewing at his resolve. His fingers gently thread through her feathery nape, focusing on their tangibility and softness--so damn soft--while his other hand runs a strand of fly-away platinum across his thumb.

Safe.

She stirs ever so slightly. A quiet murmur rises from her, and he worries that he woke her in his selfishness. She would understand, he knows. She would be concerned and do whatever to soothe him--a nightmare? Him? How severe his worries for him to have one at all...

Still here.

But she merely settles in more deeply. Her cheek nuzzles into his torso and her tail coils a little more against his leg as if telling him ‘you aren’t going anywhere’, that subconscious reaction to movement from him when and where it shouldn’t be because he should be sleeping.

He closes his eyes in relief, needing to return to sleep, but the lonely darkness stretches around him again. It’s the one from her nightmare, originally, the one he’d plunged into to draw her from when her soul had shattered. He thinks of it often, not exactly wanting to but unable to erase the images and phantom sensations from his memories: darkness like liquid, black tar cold as despair, just the touch of it making your ears ring with wailing and your stomach plunge into ice and every fiber of your being crave the release of death. It’d clung to her, dragging her down into its depths, only an eye and nose and mouth still above the surface by the time he’d made it to the heart of her broken soul... He’d reached in without hesitation upon finding her, only to be confronted with that overwhelming, drowning sense of despair and suffering that’d infested her spirit and rotted her throughout, commanded him to submit, to just stop breathing, to tell his heart to cease its beating so that he could just die because wouldn’t that be easier? Only the strength of his resolve--his love for her because that’s what it truly was--gave him the might to push back, hook his grip under her arms, and pull even as she quietly begged him to leave her, because she would only bring him down with her in the end. It’d dragged him to his knees, meeting each pull of his double, crawling all the way up to his shoulders and then his throat and he’d thought it’d been the end, that they both would perish, before he’d thought of one last way to give her the strength to want to pull herself free...

But in the nightmare he’d just woken from, it hadn’t worked.

She’d continued sinking. His words, his touch, his last-second-idea of mirroring the kiss she’d selfishly taken before leaving him and Egorian having not been enough this time. She’d slipped through his hands like she’d turned into that tar herself, and he’d been trapped alone in that darkness with no way out, stuck forever unto madness and despair that he hadn’t been able to save her...

All a dream, though. A nightmare.

She’s safe. He can feel her in his hands and against him: soft and warm. The cold is only a phantom from his memories. Minovae is alive and well and recovering as she should be... and he is here with her, walking the path she’s graciously taken his hand in hers on. She’ll wake in the morning with that smile like the sun and all will be as it should be.

He sighs again and closes his eyes once more, accepting it for what it was.

And accepting that fear is just another price he must accept for him to have her, and for them both to make this work.