#reassembleme

[rennybu]

OUR TEAM!! I finally drew us all where we’re currently at in-game :’) i draw slow enough that Talee lost her arm midway through doing the lineart......

i love them sm. so unspeakably much. they r going 2 save the world

hehehe as always, our campaign is run by @jawsandbones, i play Loam, @justbooker plays Talee, @reassembleme plays Ilsa, and @boss-saarebas plays Adra!

[cloudstrifing]

wip tag game

RULES: post 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 of it or tell them something about it.

tagged by @eddiethehunted thank uuu i havent done one of these in YEARS and your snippets are all blessed btw

i do not have a wip folder per se. every folder can be a wip folder if you believe in yourself. anyway here is a selection of things i have worked on during nanowrimo:

attempt again; various scraps

lw stuff

brennanX

spaceg

thingy1

thingy contd

renorude

cityofthedead

curlyfries

zenisol_redux

bölya

aeloris chronicles random scraps????????

bonescraps

x

ghgs

tagging @nattvingen @5tellarparallax and ummmm @sleapygazelle ​ @hyena-frog ​ @reassembleme ​ idk if y’all are writing these days but if so feel free 2 do this or to ignore! xx

[jawsandbones]

HI LISA!!!! for your prompts, maybe "I know I never say it, but…thanks.” / “I will never say thanks.” or “Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.” for sylvain and felix???? ily ty 💞💜💞💜💞

He remembers the creature knocking the wind out of him, before it knocked him off the cliff. It starts to dim after his stomach drops, when his feet find no footing. The last thing he remembers is a shout, and a flash of red. He comes to with a groan, a great pounding in his skull and broken weight on his chest. He struggles to move, but there’s a hand on his shoulder and, “whoa, slow down. Take it easy.” Sylvain’s voice is hoarse, low, almost overpowered by the crackling fire nearby. Felix squints as his vision struggles to clear, until finally, he can focus on Sylvain’s face. His hand is still trembling on his shoulder.

“Are you an idiot?” Felix demands instantly, “did you seriously jump after me? You could have died!”

“Oh so what was I supposed to do? Just let you fall?” Sylvain bites back.

“Yes!” Sylvain is sitting beside where Felix lays, and his gaze loses that angry focus, becomes softer. He pulls his knees to his chest, his hand back from Felix, plants his elbows on his knees and covers his face with his hands. Felix plants his palms against the cool stone of the cave floor, and with a grimace, pushes himself up to sit. He manages a pathetic lean against the wall before all of his strength is expended. Pathetic. A hand against his chest, and it’s only now that he notices it.

Their weapons are placed together, nearby. The heavy pieces of their armor as well. Sylvain’s constructed a make-shift wooden rack, and pieces of both Sylvain and Felix’s clothes are drying on it. Sylvain is in just his trousers and shirt – everything else is piled around Felix. It seems he’s been given everything that’s dry. His hand squeezes into a fist against his chest, and against the torn up pieces of cloth Sylvain has used from his own armor to wrap Felix’s wounds. He rolls up the hem of his shirt, and peels back the turquoise wrappings to look at the scratch marks underneath.

“You know how hard healing is,” Sylvain says. His voice tugs Felix’s attention upwards, to where he sits. The flickering fire casts shadows on his face, can’t hide the dark circles under his eyes. “But you wouldn’t wake up.” Felix frowns, looks away. “So just – be more careful next time. I don’t want to spend days in a cave, basically by myself, waiting for rescue to find us or a bear to finally put me out of my misery.” He looks back in time to see Sylvain give him a weary smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Felix pulls his shirt back down, remains there for a moment, fists clenched so hard around the hem that his knuckles are ghostly white.  

Then, his grip eases. He reaches out, fingertips hesitant at Sylvain’s wrist, growing more confident as he laces their hands together. Felix gives his hand a small squeeze, and then, soft and low, “thank you.” Sylvain smiles, truly this time, then shuffles closer. He makes a show of the sight, dramatically going to put his head on Felix’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome! Maybe now I can finally get some sleep.” Felix can see that his eyes are already closed, fire-dusted lashes coming to rest. They keep their hands closely linked. Felix lets his head rest gently against the crown of Sylvain’s.

[kvgvne]

prompt from @ja-e-muffin-art-dump​ // “I’ve got you.”

Keith is drowning. He’s drowning and he’s helpless to stop it. The panic crashes through his body in violent waves, cascading down the walls of his ribs, swallowing the breath he tries so desperately to drag through his overworked lungs. They fill with murky liquid, and he knows he’s crying, tears lost in the mass around him. His head pounds, and still he whips it around to take stock of his surroundings with bleary eyes. He searches for the team, but something in him knows they’re not there. He looks up and the dread takes hold in his stomach. The sky is all wrong, an inky sea of blacks and purples and blues that swell above him, pressing down as he barely keeps himself above water. Help. Somebody help me, please. He screams. He screams and screams and screams until his throat feels raw, until his shouts reverberate in his aching head, but no sound escapes him. His efforts are useless, he’s alone here. Alone, untethered, forgotten. He thrashes his limbs about him, fighting to stay afloat. Distantly, he registers the massive wave forming at his right, and he closes his eyes, brows furrowed. Heart in his throat, he tries to brace himself.

Clammy hands on his face, and a warm voice calls to him. His eyes snap open, and he gasps as he shoots forward. Someone curses in front of him, and his forehead hurts but it’s nothing compared to the wrenching ache in his chest. Where am I?

He blinks, tries to slow his breathing as he looks around the dim room. He grabs at the bedding beneath him, a sigh of relief leaving him. He reaches up, feels the wetness on his face and swipes it away. Not drowning, then. Safe at the Garrison. He searches the room, and his chest tightens at the sight of Lance before him, rubbing his nose.

“Lance,” he tries, voice hoarse and small. Keith frowns, clears his throat. Embarrassment courses through him, realizing Lance heard his screams. He knows about them, Keith’s told him, but he’s yet to see one unfold. “Lance, I’m- I’m sorry.”

Lance snaps his head up at him, his sore nose forgotten. Worry swims in the depth of his eyes, and guilt joins the mess of emotions that have jammed themselves into Keith’s chest.

“Idiot, apologizing after a nightmare. Come here,” he says quietly, reaching for Keith’s hand. He’s too tired to resist, and falls willingly into Lance’s open arms. Lance leans back, and Keith follows, his head on Lance’s chest. He closes his eyes and listens to the beating of Lance’s heart. He tries to match his breathing to its rhythm as the last tendrils of the nightmare slip away. Lance presses a kiss to Keith’s hairline, and the urge to quip at him gets stamped down by his exhaustion. Instead, he wraps his arms around Lance’s torso, drinks in his steadying warmth. He won’t admit it, but he’s grateful for his presence; this is leagues better than waking up from the terrors alone. The tension leaves his shoulders as he sinks into Lance, a content sigh on his lips.

“Are you all right?” He asks, a whisper. Keith swallows, pausing before he answers.

“I will be. Thank you, Lance,” he says. And he will be, he always is when Lance is here.

“I’ve got you,” Lance says, rubbing small circles on Keith’s back, “I’ve got you.”

[oceanswife]

CONGRATS ON THE JOB GIRL!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lvtvr]

reassembleme replied to your post “Hey so like...... tell us all the fic ideas u have for shotor ������”

omg pleaaasee write one of these (or all of these sdjdbejeodh) it'd be awesome to see some more written lotor content, esp from you!!

THANK U OMG i really want toooo i just wish my wip would finally set me free rip 😂😂😂 that means a lot tho aaaaaah

[eddiethehunted]

i was tagged by @jashiniism and @oceanswife to do this thing where u search [your name] core aesthetic on pinterest and make an aesthetic board for yourself✨ thanks for the tag y’all i think it’s pretty accurate lol

i’ll tag @starryiedd @alcego @reassembleme @ja-e-muffin-art-dump and ummmm anyone who wants to do one u can say i tagged u mostly everyone who id normally tag already has been

[rennybu]

LOAM THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!

:') loam and ilsa and talee and adra thursday..... doodle from when they all got drunk after arriving in the north and stayed up late having existential talks

(ilsa is @reassembleme, talee is @justbooker, adra is @boss-saarebas, and the campaign is run by @jawsandbones <3 <3 <3)

[alcego-writes]

Tag Meme + Math

thanks for the tag @ventilaccion !

Rules: Share the last line you wrote and tag one person for each word.

been working on the saddest part of TLS (the dark before the dawn, and all that) and if nothing else i’m gonna have to buy Valis a drink after this

With sleep came nightmares, and if the dreams he already suffered were any indication, tonight’s rest would not look upon him kindly.

i’m tagging (WC 22) as always, no pressure, and please let me know if you don’t want to be tagged! @sidereon-spaceace @reassembleme @dansewithme @the-mothmom @etjwrites @keen2meecha @pokemnstar @faesongwrites @flurry-of-beaus @iwritetragedies @jynecca @ardaaman @writingpostmidnight @clarissalopeswriter @jehandant @leave-her-a-tome @scouthearted @cataclysmic-writer @cookiecutterwrites @lieutenantdarvell

[aplpaca]

some bards from campaigns im in.  Kay is @leo-en-english‘s and Nevan (who would be gold if colored) is @reassembleme‘s

[jawsandbones]

Thoughts on Fenhawke please!

I haven’t been called the Queen of FenHawke for nothing, strap the hell in for this small essay. 

Hawke’s hero journey is one of loss. It begins with their father already gone, and their home burning soon after. Lothering and Ferelden out of reach, and they also have to bury one of their siblings along the way. They arrive at Kirkwall and instead of having an estate, a home ready for them - they have an uncle distinctly unhappy to see them, and they have to scrape together coin from nothing. They buy their way into the expedition hoping to turn things around, but instead they lose another sibling either to the Wardens, Circle/Templars or via the Taint. Their mother follows soon after. They fight the Arishok, can be grievously wounded, and their reward is to have more responsibility put on them. They can do nothing to ease tensions between the Mages and Templars, and one of their friends uses them to his own end - and that end is the destruction of the Chantry, a good chunk of Kirkwall, and the beginning of the Mage/Templar war. 

If Hawke is not around, then there’s still going to be another investor into the expedition. If Hawke earns the Arishok’s respect, it could be said that their presence even delays the Invasion - Isabela had already stolen the Tome of Koslun before meeting Hawke and it’s unlikely she’d have given it back. Meredith already had a stranglehold grip on the Mages and Templars alike, and Orsino had been working with Quentin and researching blood magic. How helpless Hawke must feel to realize this. That despite all their actions, all their efforts, effectively nothing touched the overall outcome. They had placed themselves in a position of responsibility, had that responsibility validated, and despite anything they do, they can’t stop the final act from happening and Kirkwall burning not once, but twice in a few short years. 

Fenris’s journey, on the other hand, is one of gain. He begins having spent years on the run, without a moment of peace and safety. All he has is his time spent as a slave, and everything that comes with it. He’s pushed past the mentality of such a thing to escape, and has spent his time alone ever since. The only time he stops running is when he hires Hawke in Kirkwall. He tells Hawke he will give them everything he has in reward for helping him, but the only reward from the quest is what you find in the mansion itself. He has nothing. He stays in the mansion because he has nowhere else to go. 

Over the years spent in Kirkwall, he establishes himself with a respect no slave was allowed. Both Sebastian and Aveline mention how others look up to him, in what he’s accomplished and his skill in battle. He gains friends, people he trusts enough to let into his home for Diamondback games, and for the first time in a very long time, he’s no longer alone. Fenris is a person who longs for love, and for acceptance. In almost every dialogue with other companions, you can tell how hard he’s trying. He craves family, and all that comes with it. By the third act, he has people he can rely on. When Varania is at the Hanged Man, he very politely and quietly asks Hawke to come with him because “it would mean a lot” to him. He’s learned to let people in, and not hide behind the persona of one rushing into a mansion yelling at the top of his lungs to prove that he’s not afraid.

Together, both Hawke and Fenris pull each other up and support each other. From the first moment of Hawke agreeing to go with him to the mansion, and Fenris putting aside all other things to very gratefully thank them. Even though he offered his aid to Hawke, I doubt he expected Hawke to actually take it - let alone Hawke to continually show up, talk to him, listen to him. After the scene in Act Two, when he leaves, Hawke waits for three years without asking for anything in return. We know from the discussion in Act Three that he feels incredibly guilty and ashamed of leaving but when Hawke’s mother is killed, he still shows up to be by Hawke’s side. No matter how hard it might have been to face Hawke in a place where he had walked away before. He also walked away because he knew he wasn’t ready and he knew that it wouldn’t be fair to Hawke to have them deal with that. He doesn’t spend those three years apart idle. He spends those three years growing, trying to be better - for himself, and for Hawke.

“I am yours.” It has so much meaning, coming from Fenris. He’s telling Hawke that he loves them, but also that he trusts them. He’s telling them that he’ll be at their side, no matter what, because he is theirs but also because he knows that Hawke will not abuse what Fenris is giving them - a willing length of chain. He’s given himself permission to love, to stop running, to find a home in another person. At the end of the game, when Hawke has truly lost almost everything, Fenris is at their side and will not leave it. Fenris and Hawke both gain not just friends, but a found family, and a lover who will support and care for them until the end. 

[alcego]

Spotify Roulette

We’re snooping on your playlist. Rules: Put your entire library on shuffle. Tell us the first 10 songs, then choose 10 victims.

thanks for the tag @gently-used-fairytale​! some high quality songs you’ve got going on there 

The Wolf - SIAMES

Half Light - BANNERS

Flashes - Tove Lo

Painkillers - The Strike

Chances - Step Rockets

Champion - Fall Out Boy

Blank Space - I Prevail

Skinny Love - Birdy

Dying In LA - Panic! at the Disco

Sudden Death (OMG) - Tyler Glenn

mmmm i’m gonna tag @sidereon-spaceace​ @reassembleme​ @the-mothmom​ @bi-vexual​ @lord-briarwood​ @hyena-frog​ @aplpaca​ @stellar-parallax​ @crystal-jack-asripines @tatooiines (no pressure at all if you don’t want to!)

[ao3feed-klance]

Visceral

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2CVK2SS

by reassembleme

After years of working together, Keith finally goes out with Dr. Lance Serrano. It was amazing (a little too amazing), so what's wrong?

Words: 2276, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Keith (Voltron), Lance (Voltron), Hunk (Voltron), Pidge | Katie Holt

Relationships: Keith/Lance (Voltron)

Additional Tags: Halloween fic!, Vampire Lance (Voltron), Witch Keith (Voltron), Nurse Keith (Voltron), Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Angst with a Happy Ending, Smut, Vampire Sex, tagging that for the second chapter hsfgahsa, will change the rating when it's up - there's a brief mention of it in a flashback here, Keith (Voltron) is a Mess, Getting Together, I've accepted the headcanon that Lance's name is Serrano so that's the name I use here!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2CVK2SS

[the-tale-of-the-champions]

Day 4 of Pride Month:

Caine Lavellan x Dorain Pavus

Caine is bisexual and Dorian is gay!! for the MAGNIFICENT @reassembleme​!!!

[rennybu]

happy out of touch loamsday 🤎

thank you ange my beloved 💞

[alcego-writes]

Tag Meme: Themes

big thanks to @zmlorenz for tagging me! this was a super cool way to actually think about the prominent themes in TLS

Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (& italicize those that are loosely covered).

WIP: The Lion’s Share

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfilment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | LOVE | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth | wisdom of experience | youth

tagging: @sidereon-spaceace @reassembleme @etjwrites and whoever else wants to do it! (and as usual, no pressure!)