#sera's crack tag <3

[sakurarisen]

@warofthebeasts​ continued from here Because I could <3

“See? I told you it was safe.”

Had she said that for Shayan’s benefit, or her own? She wasn’t sure, to be honest, honey colored eyes looking the former SOLDIER over from head to toe. He’d kept himself unarmed and even joked like she remembered; maybe reports had been wrong. Maybe he wasn’t a bad guy. Maybe it’d all been a dream and she’d never heard anything on it...

Maybe it was just wishful thinking, glancing to the crate in time to see Shayan’s hair shift. He was settling in like a stubborn chocobo, it seemed, and it was to that she’d shrug her shoulders; if she couldn’t get him to come out and say hello, they’d just have to wait until he did so of his own accord! “I suppose if there’s just some crates here, they won’t mind if we step to the side for a moment?”

“Not harmless! NOT!”

“You’re right. It’s a fearsome crate. My favorite guardian.” Her tone had softened some with the added note, hoping, if anything, to calm Shayan before he huffed any louder. They were on the edge of the village and she’d no doubt his raised voice with bring others out to see what was going on - The last thing she wanted with Sephiroth there. If anyone saw him, whether they knew of anything or not... Better to avoid that path entirely and take a step away from her hidden son, taking care to stay close by despite the small bit of distance put between them.

“I promise you, he’s his father,” Sera started once she was sure Shayan wouldn’t be able to make out her hushed voice, turning back to tall man she’d once called her friend. How was it he seemed no different than when they’d been in Midgar? It was like nothing about him had changed at all - Had he even aged? Maybe he was a little taller, but-! “When he went missing, after he left for Nibelheim, I was already... If you’re not here to cause trouble, then just give Shayan a few minutes. That crate’ll become a boy and he’ll come over to greet you.”

A pause.

“You’re... Not here to cause trouble, are you?”

[vxnuslogy]

🍿lights, camera, action .ᐟ

a modern/actor au | alastor x gn! reader

summary: after the initial success of hazbin hotel’s first season, it was no surprise that season two would already be in production as we speak — now focused on heaven and how a soul is judged in purgatory. and luck you! you’ve landed the role of the main character “libra”.

as an angel, life in heaven was supposed to be fine and dandy — if you ignore your script and the potential angst your character holds. well, that is until, you get paired up with the infamous radio demon for an interview after adam decided to chicken out.

warnings: swearing (lots of it) and use of foul language, crack, mentions of alcohol consumption, fast-burn-ish (?), the use of a friend's original character, ooc-ness, will be updated as the series continues

status: work in progress

writer's notes:

this will be my first series in this account so please bare with me

apologies in advance for any grammatical errors, english isn't my first language and i haven't written anything in a hot minute (and i find alastor a bit hard to write so please bare with me as i try to write him)

this series will serve as my gateway to writing again and starting anew on this account

im currently busy with school so updates will be irregular

taglist ━ open .ᐟ

if you'd like to be tagged, please don't be afraid to shoot me an ask or comment! if your user is in bold you might want to check your visibility settings.

chapter 1 — red suit

preview: one can only wonder what alastor did to adam for him to suddenly thrust his responsibility of attending this interview to you. well, you aren't really mad, who were you to decline a chance to meet the ever so charming radio demon.

chapter 2 — hang on for deer life!

preview: “what in the seraphim’s names is radioscales?” you ask genuinely, eyes filled with confusion as azrail just laughed at your side. he’s been telling you how much you’ve been embracing your role as ‘libra’, so much that you’ve adopted their way of speech. rolling your eyes in mild-annoyance, you elbow the man beside you, nearly making him loose his hold on the coffee cup in his hand.

chapter 3 — drinkin’ time

preview: “and the nominees for the best actor and actress awards from hazbin hotel are…” everyone waited with bated breath as sera’s eyes glazed over everyone that’s been on the edge of their seat.

chapter 4 — let the good times roll!

preview: azrail laughed at his theatrics, and kept throwing you glances and elbowing you lightly. and being the ever so mature person that you are, you elbow him back — throwing a kick at his shin from under the table as a bonus before listening to the radio demon that was perched on the stage.

chapter 5 — get me with those brown eyes

preview: he paid no mind when the two overly enthusiastic children asked him to review this new cafe, and he agreed. what a big surprise (not) to see you at one of the seats waving at him with an amused smile on your lips.

chapter 6 — wife stealer

preview: you looked at alastor with wide eyes as he grinned down at you. azrail’s mouth hung open in both shock and excitement as alastor said with a smile, “i hope you don’t mind me stealing your wife.”

tba . . .

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

[seramilla]

EXORCIST AU

What has she done wrong that has led to this? She was a good soldier. Following orders like she was supposed to. Listened to every word to the D, trooped through every command, passed every judgement they decided upon. Yet... She finds herself standing on edge of Heaven's gates.

Just over the edge whole new world of destruction and suffering can be seen. Carmilla briefly glanced behind her. There stood her home... Her now ex home.

There weren't any more welcome looks. Just glares, that made her shiver to the core. The high angels of Heaven are staring daggers into her. And... She doesn't know why.

What's even worse. Her lover was there among them. Not even daring to look her in the eye. What kind of betrayal is this? She served heaven as she was supposed to, yet she was being chased away.

"Why!?", she screamed on top of her lungs towards them. They ignored her and pointed their weapons towards her. One of the higher ups, Michael stepped forward, bearing his spear.

"You know what you did. You betrayed Heaven and now must be punished by law." "But, but, I didn't... Arrrhgh", screamed Carmilla as the angel grabbed her wings, squeezing them together painfully.

"You don't deserve them."

Carmilla then felt excruciating pain spread through her spine. It made her fall to the ground as she writhed in pain, her back arching, her hands trying to find her now lost wings. Tears flew from her eyes as her screams turned into sobs.

After that, Michael grabbed her by the hair and started dragging her towards the edge. She fought as much as she could, trashing her legs around, trying to find some sort of footing, but to no avail. Clouds were always her worst nightmare, but now her only salvation.

Then, there was nothing beneat her. The last thing she sees were the angels by the gate. And her lover's tears falling down. That look of desperation and need to help, but inability die to the rules. At least she knows now that Sera wasn't against her. With that salvation, she accepts her fate as she is falling down from Heaven.

She is a fallen now.

:3

How dare you make me cry before I've had my morning coffee!!! 😭😭 (It's the ass crack of dawn at the time I'm queuing this up)

(Also, I'm so sorry, I can't remember which AU this one is for. Is it proto-Exorcist Carmilla falling??? Let me know and I'll tag appropriately)

There is just something so fraught and heart-breaking about Carmilla being paraded out in front of the elders and other angels, humiliated and defenestrated in front of her peers and fellow Exorcists, that makes even the other angels who are bearing witness to the event take pity on her.

The concept of falling is not a new one. Ever since Lucifer and his legions dared to go against Heaven's mandate, the threat of becoming Fallen perpetually sits at the back of every angel's mind. It's a parable all elder angels tell their younger counterparts, that if they deter from the path or fall out of line, they could be tossed into the pit of fire. Heaven's control over its population is absolute, and they do not hesitate to make an example of one another, to keep angels and Winners alike in line, and maintain that control.

Carmilla's sin is similar to Lucifer's. She is a dreamer, in the sense that she wants better for herself and those around her. She has never given in to the pomp and circumstance of Heaven's hierarchy, or ever hesitated to question why things are the way they are. She's a "Lucifer apologist," is what they call her. She questions why Heaven pushes such antiquated, ridiculous rules, such that an angel of her limited standing can't mingle with the likes of a High Seraphim. Why two people who are in love can't be happy with one another. It's moronic -- it's bogus -- that she and Sera can't love each other, on their own terms.

That she's being cast out, for daring to touch another angel above her station, is beyond her comprehension. Not even mentioning that the other angel is a woman, which adds yet another layer of complexity to her sentence. Carmilla can't begin to comprehend the predicament she finds herself in. None of these pointless rules even make any sense!

Michael pushes her, and she falls, and during the descent, Carmilla can only ask why? Why hadn't Sera come to her defense? Why did she just watch them force her out, without saying anything? Why didn't Sera at least try to save her? Did their feelings and declarations of love ever mean anything? Or was it all just a farce? Were they just words whispered in moments of passion, that never held meaning beyond surface level?

Now Carmilla will never know. And as she falls, her head swims with so much regret and sorrow, and she cries tears of desperate grief. She succumbs to her fate as she disappears into the void, the flames licking at her aching back.

[ln4-llingforu]

Her Kiss The Colour Of A Constellation

Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!reader SMAU

As much as you loved your brother, something you loved more was annoying him and there was nothing more annoying than stealing his friends

Or

The one in which you're in a secret relationship, but you're terrible at keeping secrets

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Username1 OMG my y/nlando heart cant take this

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Post race dump <3 P.s max very quickly made me remove the red jacket

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One whole year with you ma chérie. Aucune quantité de mots ou de temps ne sera jamais suffisante pour montrer mon amour pour toi <3 No amount of words or time will ever be enough to show my love for you

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The toxic!charles fic is coming but i couldnt get this idea out of my mind

P.s if anyone has any charles x verstappen!reader fics please show them to me, this paring lives in my mind rent free

As always requests are open

[vixien11]

Velvette x Emily as (edited) Fizzmodeus quotes because yes

-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- @dallina17-tagging you in this bc WE NEED TO SPREAD VELVETTE X EMILY PROPAGANDA

Emily: I did schedule you through lunch, but I left room for a big old breakfaaast! (Sing song voice) Velvette: Let me guess, (Eyeroll and smirk) I'm handling that too? Emily: I mean, (Flying around to grab Velvette's coffee) Unless you want me to take a crack at cooking again? Velvette: (Chuckle) Heheheh! No. Never again. Emily: Whaaaat? Maybe I can burn the milk this time! Velvette: Staaaaaawp~! Emily: (Flying behind Velvette and holding her shoulders after handing her the coffee) Oh! Oh! You know what I'm craving?? Pizza! :3 Velvette: No, you maniac! Pizza is a lunch food. (Put's down coffee cup on coffee table. She knew better than to drink it) Emily: Pizza time! Pizza time! (Holds Velvette's hands and touches there foreheads)(Makes them both hover above the ground, spinning)(They laugh together) -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+- Velvette: About your plans... (Ordering Emily's favorite pizza) You're still going to the heaven embassy without me? Emily: (Hand fidgeting) W-well, you have a busy day, and I know you're not big on the Sera thing.. Velvette: It's still the heaven embassy! Sera let you fall, remember? Plus, I don't think you should be out on your own! Emily: (Pouty face) Ugh.. You worry too much! You know I've gotta fight for the redemption case! C'mon, Vel! I can be on my own for one day! Velvette: You're still new to hell. I don't want you to get jumped! (Worried look) I'll get you an escort... Emily: Aww! I'll can handle it! (Clasps her hands together and does puppy dog eyes) C'mon Vellyyy.. Pweaaaase? (flutters eyes) Velvette: (Snickers and smiles softly) Aw.. How could I say no to a face that cute.. Emily: Mhm! That's why I use it! Velvette: (Stroking Emily's wings) Just try to stay out of trouble, Baby Dove. Emily: (Weak kneed and smiling) Velvette! Stop! (Playfully pushes her away) Velvette: Noooo! (Spin-hug) Vox: (Walks in on them being silly cuties) Velvette: Do you mind? We're trying to have an unemotional bang sesh here! Emily: (Practicing what she and Velvette had rehearsed in a situation such as this) Yeah.. C-cuz we're so NOT in love! Vox: Yeah, okay. I don't actually care. (Pulls out phone to spy on Alastor and walks out of the room) (There was a pause as Vox closed the door) Emily: Phew! That was close!

AGHHHH THE SILLIES

[seas-storyarchive]

aus with alastor because my brain is crack

TW: contains mentions of child abuse, (implied) mental abuse, (implied) physical abuse.

Feel free to use, just please tag/credit me if you do

[[MORE]]

1: deer from a goat: alastor is the bastard son of his mother and lucifer. Lucifer was able to escape hell to the mortal realm, wound up in louisiana, during a marti gras, danced with a woman and.. well, 9 months later a son is born. Alastor Altruist - his father knew Alastor wasn't his, the moment he saw the red hair.. thus sealed the boy's and his mother's fates at the hands of the abusive man. option a) it gets revealed the two are father and son, because st. peter has it written in his book, leading to angst 1000xs over for the morningstars and the altruist. option b) it's never revealed until everyone else ascended to heaven, save for him, vaggie -stayed by choice-, charlie and lucifer - his mother comes down and lays bare everything

2. actual dad beat actual dad: alastor spawns a child during his time recovering from the angels assualt on the hotel. and like, he doesn't know what to do. someone help this man. or not.

3. alastor mange: alastor is cast to hell as a baby, a sacrifice made in the name of lucifer by a cult that his family (on his father's side) was apart of. lucifer finds the wee naked thing - deer ears too large for his head, antler nubs and a tiny tail - on his door step during the rain. the man was too much of a softie to leave the baby to die out in the rain. alastor is resented by Charlie's mother lilith, lucifer and him are constantly at each other's throats, and charlie thinks he's the coolest thing ever - especially now that he wants to help with the hotel!! (never mind that he disappeared for 7 years, and won't say why, he's back and wants to help!!)

4. imaginary friend: alastor is a kid, who is scared of his father and wants to protect his mother. there's also a cat who lives under his bed that smells like his dad does after coming home late (alastor pushed his way under the bed in tears, the sound of hitting and yelling getting louder, "move!" he commanded the large cat. he felt the cat's eyes on him, watching him as he cried while covering his ears. "oh, fuck me. don't move kid, ill eat you and your mother if you do." and without a word from alastor, soon the cat was gone, the screaming had stopped. the boy lay there, shaking as he cried, waiting in the quiet. his mother came to him, and held him close, telling him it was alright and his dad was gone from the house for the moment. but he never came home, and the cat under the bed seemed happier. "thanks, friend. name's alastor." "husker, and i don't shake hands unless I'm makin' deals, kid. I'm going back home to hell, just checkin' on yous before i do." "oh, okay.. well, thanks for the help. bye bye." alastor always would remember his imaginary friend, even if that friend no longer remembered him

5. revision: alastor dies, and asks if he can be reborn. on earth. as a girl. named charlotte.

6. alastor is the son of sera. sera won't let him come to heaven, proof of her belief that demons can never change. his entire life, before the hotel, a figment. mimsy? a paid actress

[simplegenius042]

Fallout characters react to Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged (or at least their variants in it)

Was inspired by AO3 user StrykerKitsune with their fic "Miraculous watching Hellsing Abridged with a twist" and their hilarious (and kind of chilling) interpretation of the cast of Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir watching Hellsing Abridged by TeamFourStar but instead of the main Hellsing cast its replaced with variants of the Miraculous cast who are watching it (So instead of Alucard, Seras, Integra and Bernadotte, they were variations of Luka, Marinette, Kagami and Adrien respectively). The funniest and unique react fic I've read so far (considering instead of watching Miraculous, that cast watched themselves play the role of the Hellsing Abridged cast) and I'd advise you give it a read if you want to burst in tears.

Anyway, thinking about that today gave me a surge of inspiration to write a react fic... but with (most) of the Fallout cast watching variants of themselves playing the roles of the main cast in The Schmuck Squad's Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged.

Solemn and sometimes fun seriousness watches pure absurd crack.

This will include characters from Fallout, Fallout 2, Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, Fallout 4 and maybe Fallout 76 while we're at it.

Now as for the characterization of the Vault Dweller, the Chosen One, the Lone Wanderer, the Courier, the Sole Survivor and the Resident, they will be based on my Fallout OCs:

Elrand Brandt (Vault Dweller), Finidy Mona (Chosen One), Alph Dolen (Lone Wanderer), Ryder (Courier), Nate Gust Sarid (Sole Survivor) and Vega (Resident). None of my other OCs (e.g. Ortega "Ore" Brantley, Marissa "Ress" Bishop, Arcane Urias, Mathias "Mason" Talos, Aggravor, etc) from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore will be included, as this is purely for Fallout. I will be posting my Fallout OCs' character sheets (?) from now to whenever, before the polls of course.

The "watchers/reactors" will mostly comprise of the Fallout protagonists (who will be my OCs to avoid vague personality conflicts plus other things with a mostly voiceless and customizable character), their companions, story-relevant leaders, one or two DLC relevant characters and whoever else I personally think should be there. None of them will include antagonists (unless the antagonist/immoral figure is a companion or story-relevant, like Myron, Dean Domino, Ulysses, Strong, X6-88, Porter Gage, etc).

However, on the "Abridged Variants" side, characters will be chosen through polls that I'm gonna be posting either everyday or every week depending on how I feel. These polls will discern which Fallout character plays the abridged version of the Jujutsu Kaisen cast, and I will be presenting options I personally believe could do some good but also an optional "name a character in the tags" (and if it's a Fallout protagonist, just call them by their titles if you can't remember my OCs' names). This will include protagonists and antagonists. Now the size of the variant characters will only be as large or as important as those that significantly appear in the abridged version, not the source material (so Junpei's teacher, his most minor bullies, the unnamed student who interupts Itadori's "spooky little flip-flop grilled cheese bullshit club", etc won't be casted as variants).

I'll also find an OC to host this little reaction because why not, you know?

Anyway, to summarize: Gonna make a "Fallout characters watch/react to their variants in Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged", will include characters from most, if not, all of the Fallout games, characterization of the Fallout protagonists will be based on the OCs I have for them, will not include the mystical OCs from A Radioactive Calamity of Love, Bombs & Gore, character sheets for the former OCs will be posted before the polls, said polls will indicate which characters become a Jujutsu Kaisen Abridged variant (and the time period of the polls vary depending on character importance), watchers/reactors only include protagonists and characters of importance and will not include antagonists (excluding amoral/immoral companions or story relevant non-companions like Ulysses), but variants will include both protagonists and antagonists. Extremely minor characters or unnamed characters won't be casted and lastly an OC of mine will be the host of the reaction fic.

Hope this made sense. Will be posting OC Fallout sheets first and then the polls.

[wildercrow]

Just Leave A Comment Fest: Winter 2023 Recap

We participated in @justleaveacommentfest this past week and had an absolute blast! Our grand comment total was, wait for it...

✨69 Comments!!!✨

For those of you who know us: Yes, Boaty was responsible for that number. Was it because she wanted to make a 69 joke or because her competitive streak kicked in and she wanted to leave the most comments out of anyone in our system? Yes.

Either way: she succeeded.

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We commented on 58 fics across 7 fandoms! We left:

42 Dragon Age comments

9 Transformers comments (6 Earthspark, 3 Prime)

7 Baldur's Gate 3 comments

5 Yu Yu Hakusho comments

4 Voltron comments

1 Monster Hunter comment (we don't even go here but we love our friends)

and 1 original fic comment

9 system members participated (that's half our system):

Boaty came out on top with 18 comments

Nuri left 15

Matt left 12

Haunt left 10

Roan left 5

Mulch left 3

And the remaining 6 were group comments made by various combinations of the above + Naeem, Sariq, and Snow

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We also received 3 comments this week, and we treasure them all:

This one from @warpedlegacy

This one from @rakshadow

This one from @leggywillow

Thank you all, and thank you to the friends who cheered us on during this week's reading marathon as well! We appreciate you!! <333

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We also got a 12 bingo combo (that's ALL THE SQUARES) on this bingo card we got from here!!

See below the cut for what fics we commented on for each square! They're all good fics, so consider this our belated contribution to fic rec day.

Please heed the ratings and tags -- there's some spicy fics and heavy themes in the mix. Also note that while the majority of these fit the theme of this blog (Dragon Age and BG3), there are some other fandoms mixed in.

In the parentheses, we'll list the fandom, rating, wordcount, and main character or ship. Fandoms will be abbreviated as follows:

Dragon Age > DA

Baldur's Gate 3 > BG3

Transformers Earthspark > TFE

Transformers Prime > TFP

Voltron Legendary Defender > VLD

Yu Yu Hakusho > YYH

Monster Hunter > MH

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Bingo Fics!!!

B1 - Angst: To Plant A Seed by SerialChillr (DA, T, <1k, Lavellan)

I1 - Fluff: That Night by Toshi_Nama (DA, T, 1k, FWB Fenris/Isabela)

N1 - Crack fic: Spaghetti Regretti by platonicharmonics (VLD, G, 2.5k, Shiro/Matt & Keith)

G1 - Major Minor Character Death: The Many Virtues of Failure by dismalzelenka (BG3, M, 11k, Tav)

O1 - Gen fic: Card Shark by SulkyValkyrie (DA, T, <1k, Sigrun & Isabela)

B2 - Under 50 kudos: A Betting Man by dismalzelenka (DA, G, <1k, Anders & Varric & Isabela)

I2 - No comments until now: Kadan and Kadath by brainwormterrarium (DA, M, <1k, Adaar/The Iron Bull/Dorian)

N2 - <100 works for the ship: What To Get the Elf Who Ha(te)s Everything by dismalzelenka (DA, G, 2k, Sigrun/Velanna & Friends)

G2 - WIP updated <1 week ago: Heart of Glass by delicatefade (DA, M, 4k, Lavellan/Lavellan)

O2 - WIP updated >6+ months ago: Laughter in the Halls by JellyDishes (DA, NR, 1k, Leliana/Josephine)

B3 - New to you fandom: Sick Day by FantasiaWandering (TFP, G, <1k, Bulkhead & Miko)

I3 - New to you ship: The Autobot-Decepticon Tango by platonicharmonics (TFE, G, 6K, Bumblebee/Breakdown/Knock Out & Megatron/Optimus & The Maltos)

N3 - Free space: need me 'til i need no more by silverwolfbunny (DA, M, 2.5k, Fenris/Isabela)

G3 - New to you author: Pajamas by kaiamira (YYH, G, 1.5k, Hiei/Kurama)

O3 - New to you trope: Guilty Pleasure by platonicharmonics (TFE, E, 15k, Megatron/Optimus/Elita One)

B4 - Time travel: Who You Used to Be (We Want to Know You) by deadlysoupy (TFE, T, 5.5k, Bee & The Terrans)

I4 - Femslash: things that die over and over by tatertwitch (DA, T, 1.5k, Sigrun/Velanna)

N4 - Canon compliant: Number Six by warpedlegacy (DA, T, <1k, Cassandra & Trevelyan & Dorian & Sera)

G4 - Original character-centric: alis volat propriis by Hanoden (DA, T, 36k, OC-centric)

O4 - Person of color main character: From Ashes by Fenrevas (DA, M, 70k, Fenris/Hawke)

B5 - Author's first work: History by DeftAlec (MH, T, 3k, OCs)

I5 - Under 1,000 words: The Gifts of Life by CelestialArcadia (DA, G, <1k, Sigrun)

N5 - Neurodivergent main character: If You Could Only Be What You Pretend To Be by platonicharmonics (TFE, M, 4k, Starscream & Megatron)

G5 - Over 100,000 words: Enlea'Ensal (series) by lalaen (DA, E, 200k, Lavellan)

O5 - Written for a fest or challenge: Let's go hand in hand, not one before the other by limeblood (VLD, E, 9k, Shiro/Matt)

We bent the rules a liiittle on Major Character Death and over 100k words because we generally just. Don't read either of those things. At all. And the point is to have fun, not to torture ourselves.

[fagdykemuppet]

sawyer breaks down and doesn't know how to cope with emotions the musical the movie the fic

wc: 1353

relationship: sera/sawyer (oc/canon)

tags: hurt/comfort, alcohol mention, sera POV (3rd person)

summary: sawyer isn't as put together as he comes off. sometimes he needs to break down.

notes: thank you to the slasher u discord (mainly JJ, basil, and kel) for inspiring me and letting me bounce ideas off of them

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theatre meant late nights. lots of reading, lots of writing, lots of drawing, lots of… a lot. if time wasn't spent in the theater itself; it was time spent researching and perfecting. so of course serafin was up at 3 am, and of course it saw the lengthy text sawyer sent it. the notification flashed across its phone and it could tell without more than a glance it was at the very least a paragraph long. it thought nothing of it; late night rambles weren't uncommon between the two of them, more often than not they were both up, exhausted from school and work, chipping away at things they needed to get done, and needing an outlet to throw any late night thoughts at. it clicked its tounge as it wrapped up the line of dialouge it was writing, finally pleased with the direction the script was going, and picked up its phone.

before it could really get a grasp of what was going on, its eyes darted to the most recent texts.

“fuck… Sera i'm so sorry i don't know why i sent all of that.“ ”Shit, i'm sorry i'm tipsy. had too mcuh to drink. disregard all fo that.“

it immedtiately scrolled up and read through the wall of text he had sent only five minutes prior. lines upon lines about lonliness, and fear, and dread, and emptiness… things that twisted its heart into knots. quickly, it texts back:

”hey, get your ass over here, now. i wanna make sure youre safe.”

it paused a moment, before shooting off another text:

“if you dont come over im dragging you over. please”

sera anxiously stared at its phone; praying to whatever was out there that he'd actually respond and it didn't have to find god knows where he is right now. right when it was started to put its shoes on, the screen lit up.

“alright.”

it figeted with its hands as it waited for sawyer. its never seen him like this. he doesn't usually drink like this. it let out a deep sigh, flinching a bit when it heard a knock at its door. that had to be sawyer. the only other person it could be is tate- fuck please don't let it be tate. not this time. it almost tripped getting to the door, opening it to a dishevled sawyer. his hair messed, his mask more on the side of his head than anything, the bags under his eyes more pronounced than usual… he looked a mess already.

he tried to force a smile, trying to force himself to not absolutely fall apart at the seams. ”i'm here, i…“ his voice cracked and he clamped his mouth shut. ”what did…“ his voice trailed off as he started to shake. ”can… can i come in?“ his voice was soft.

”fuck, yes of course you can come in, come here.“ sera immediately grabbed for sawyer's arm, carefully guiding him inside. he felt like he was going to break at any moment. it dragged him to one of the couches, sitting him down. it went to grab him some water, and by the time it came back he was curled up in on himself.

”don't… don't look at me, ser.“ he took a deep breath when it sat next to him, placing the water on the table. ”i… i'm a fucking mess right now.“ his voice was strained, his body shaking as he holds back sobs.

”hey, hey it's okay. i didn't invite you here to judge you…“ sera softly put a hand on his shoulder. ”i saw the texts. i'm just looking out for you, love.“

he let in a shaky breath. ”i shouldn't have even sent those is the thing!“

”why not? you need to get shit off your chest too.“

”because!“ he looked up at the other. ”because i'm supposed to… to be put together,” his voice was wet. “i… i'm not supposed to be the one that's needing to be taken care of! i'm supposed to be… strong. i'm studying to be a lawyer for fucks sake.” he wiped one of his eyes. “i'm not… i'm not supposed to drink until i feel sick like this.”

“oh, honey…” sera put its arms around him, pulling him in close. “you're allowed to be weak too, y'know.” it spoke into the top of his head.

and that seemed to be enough to set him off.

he started shaking hard, clinging onto the other man* as well as he could. he let out strained sobs, like he desperately wanted to keep them in but his body wouldn't let him. they were sad, wet, loud sounds as he wailed into its chest. sera held onto him close. one hand rubbing his back, another petting his hair. soft comforting murmers being whispered as his nails dug into its back. it didn't know him to cry like this.

it didn't know him to cry at all. months, possibly even years, of repressed emotions being unfurled all at once into its chest. and it couldn't help but wonder; what was his breaking point?

was it mike? that bastard? finally saying something that got under his skin in just the right way? did he fail something that he expected to do well on- the straw that broke the camels back? or was it family related. it struck it in that moment that it barely knew anything about his family despite them having been together for almost 6 months at this point, and known each other even longer. was this deliberate? though, he barely knew anything about its so it couldn't be the one to judge. this was, however, a can of worms for another time.

“i'm… i'm sorry,“ he managed to choke out in between sobs after a while.

”what are you sorry for?“

”all of…“ he pulled away, ”all of this!“ his voice cracked as he motioned to himself. sera's heart twisted at sawyer's fact, his cheeks wet with tears and eyes red and puffy. ”i shouldn't…“ he cut himself off with another sob and curled up on himself. ”all of this because i got too stressed. i should… be able to handle myself.”

“sawyer. look at me.” sera took his face in its hands, forcing him to look up at it, and carefully wiped some of the tears away. “you're allowed to cry for fucks sake. you're allowed to feel things. this isn't something that's barred from you. being stressed is a reasonable time to cry.” it rested its forehead on his. his face twisted a bit as he tried to hold back more tears.

they sat there for a few more moments before sawyer wrapped his arms around it and buried his face into the crook of its neck, soft sobs continuing to escape him. it knew that it was more than stress that upset him. knowing sawyer there was more to this. but it didn't pry. that was a conversation for the morning.

when he lifted his head up again, shifting where his head simply rested on its shoulder, sera leaned over to grab the cup of water it had gotten earlier. he made a soft noise of protest, his grip on it tightening a bit, before relaxing again. he muttered something under his breath (sera thought it heard him say sorry, but for his sake it pretended it didn't). it brought the glass to his lips, and he was too tired to protest. exhaustion painted his face as he drank from the glass, closing his eyes when he was done. ”thank you…“ his voice was hoarse.

”mhm, anything for you.“ it spoke into his hair. ”do you want to stay the night?“

a soft nod. ”please…“

”it'll be a bit cramped but we can make it work.“ it softly laughed as it pressed a few kisses to the top of his head. ”you're safe with me, i promise.“

[thereinafter]

AO3 First Lines Tag Game

@ripplesofaqua tagged me, so: Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recent fanfics.

1. The remains of the Valley of Sacred Ashes surround them, amid the sickly lights of red lyrium and reopened Breach: the battleground Corypheus has chosen, desecrated yet again. 

things of might and wonder, Dragon Age, Morrigan/Cassandra, or possible hints thereof, T

2. Glare stabs around the edges of her scavenged, cracked sunglasses. She gropes for the tube on her pack and sucks warm, stale water, lightening her load by a mouthful.

The Lethean Halls, Piranesi, OFC / OFC, OFC/The House, T

3.  Ash stings the eyes of Piety LeCornus and tracks down her body in runnels of sweat and condensation.

and fearless minds climb soonest, Arsène Lupin/Carnival Row, Joséphine Balsamo/Piety Breakspear, M

4.  Last year Shona’s established life broke down, and then a lot of the world outside, while she canceled a wedding and cried on her sister’s bed and moved everything she owned twice, masked and distanced and scared.

what happens at the beach, This Way Up, Charlotte/Shona, M

5.  The late afternoon sun warms Cassandra’s shoulders, making her feel loose, serene, and dozy as she works through her practice routine. 

forte à forte, Dragon Age, Cassandra/Leliana, E

6. The horses and mules picked their way two by two down the path, red rocks rising all around. The air swam hot over dunes in the distance.

The Place of All Fears, Dragon Age, Cassandra/Leliana, T (man I want/need to write more of this, I have most of another chapter of it and I know where it’s going)

7.  The spring at the edge of the wilds was a place out of time, a green jewel in a dry and broken land.

the shape(s) of water, OW, Water Spirit Who Loves Knights/Knight Who Loves Baths, E

8. Dagna hefted a medium-sized keg of Antivan brandy onto her shoulder and maneuvered it out of the Herald’s Rest storage room.

jumping right in, Dragon Age, Dagna/Sera, T

9. Dressing a queen, even for a pilgrimage, takes at least six hands, though Sabran wishes for only two.

for saints have hands, Priory of the Orange Tree, Ead/Sabran, T

10.  Aveline grinds her boot toe into the sand beside the coast gate. She asked for Hawke’s company on this job, took it herself instead of sending a guard detail, because she wants to talk to her. Alone.

like shelter from the rain, Dragon Age, Hawke/Aveline, T

... sooo, don’t know if I have a pattern in my fic openings aside from “person in situation” but do know I haven’t written enough fic lately.

tagging: anyone who would like to do this :D

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Sugar & Spice

@14daysdalovers​

Read on AO3 Previous prompts: Flirty Banter | Slow Dance

“Are you sure this is right?” Trev asks skeptically. 

“Of course!” Sera exclaims. “I’ve baked more cookies than you have eaten.” 

Trev stares. “That cannot be true.” 

Sera shrugs and gestures at the ingredients. “Well… Maybe not. But who’s keeping count? Just mix them all together.” 

Trev sighs and cracks the eggs into the bowl and adds the flour. It doesn’t look right, but she doesn’t know what right is. She keeps at it until the shaggy mess seems to be coming together. 

“There you go. And you doubt me,” Sera scoffs. “I’ll work on the filling.” 

Trev turns the dough onto the bench and tries to knead it. “It’s sticking everywhere.” 

Sera snorts. “You didn’t flour the bench.” 

“But you didn’t say I needed to.” 

“Well, I’m telling you now.” 

Trev growls wordlessly. Maybe this is a mistake. Baking blueberry tarts is a good idea, but in reality, it’s turning into an exercise of self control — self control not to murder Sera. 

She concentrates on the dough and trustsSera to turn the blueberries into something delicious. Playing hooky from Josie’s schedule for her is flirting with death already as it is. Somehow, against Trev’s expectations, they put something that resembles blueberry tarts into the oven. 

Later, with present in hand, Trev knocks on Cassandra’s door. “Come in,” a muffled voice calls from within. 

Trev thrusts her plate of hard work at Cassandra. “Here try this.” She is rather proud of herself. The tarts look delicious, flaky crust and glistening fillings.

Cassandra blinks. “How did you—“ 

“I asked Leliana.” 

Cassandra’s eyes narrow. She does that every time Trev mentions Leliana. Trev wonders if she did something wrong. But Cassandra is quickly distracted by the offered treats. 

“Blueberry…” 

“Yeah. I know you like them.” 

As Cassandra bites into a tart, Trev waits breathlessly for the verdict. She hasn’t tried any herself in her eagerness to get these piping hot to Cassandra. At first, Cassandra hums with pleasure. Then, her face goes through a series of contortions. “It’s… interesting. What’s the filling?” 

It doesn’t look like Cassandra enjoys it at all. 

“Nothing. Just blueberries.” Trev takes a bite and is punched by a massive dose of sugar and spice. She spits it out into a waste bucket nearby. “Maker! Sera made the—“ 

From outside, she hears Sera’s loud crackling. “I hope you two are enjoying the tarts!” 

Trev is about to head out and give chase, but Cassandra grabs her shoulder. “We should lay a trap. Chasing won’t get us far.” 

Trev grins. With Cassandra by her side, they head out to hunt a prankster.

19 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#4

art by @coryfirelion​

Chapter 2

Raya slid the order to the customer and accepted the payment. Glancing over to Namaari, who was seated by the window, jacket draped at the back of her chair, those fucking biceps on display, Raya scowled. She wasn’t expecting this to be how they would be doing their project. 

“Stop ogling.” Namaari said, not looking up from her laptop. She scribbled something into the notebook by her side and then capped the fountain pen. 

Won’t it be easier to just use a gel ink pen? None of this capping and uncapping business. 

“I’m not!” 

It’s like she exists to irk the fuck out of me. This isn’t normal. 

Tong snorted. Raya frowned at him before shooing him to go collect cups for washing. He obliged without a word of protest.

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19 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#3

“Shepard don’t know what she is asking,” Ryder hissed. She paced the space like a tiger. Their apartment was trashed again. This time, they did it themselves. That first time… 

Fuck! 

Ryder didn’t want to think about it. If she hadn’t left, would she have been able to stop whoever had taken Shepard? That explained why Drack looked and drank like someone he knew died. 

Was Shepard already dead? No. Fuck, no! Shepard wasn’t dead. She had a plan, otherwise she would have run. Fuck, fuck, fuck! She should have ran any-fucking-way. That stupid, fucking bitch! 

“She don’t know what the fuck she is asking,” Ryder whispered with shuddering breaths. All that tension coiled around her shoulders. It felt so tight it might snap her bones.

Shawn stared. “Sam, she’s trusting us, trusting you to get her through this.” 

“Why?” Ryder whirled around. “Why? She got herself into it! She can fucking get herself out!” Her vision was tinged red, pressure built between her temples. If Shepard was here, she would hit her. She would, she wanted so much that she slammed her fist into the wall. Pain flashed up her arm. 

“Sam!” Shawn yelled, reaching out and grabbing her other arm. “Sam, just… Shepard had done so much for us, we should do this.” 

Ryder squeezed her eyes shut, lest she unleashed her temper on him. It wasn’t Shawn’s fault, he didn’t get it. Taking a couple of shuddering breaths through her mouth, she let him pull her away from the wall. 

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19 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

#2

art by @coryfirelion​

“Stop babying me.” Ryder glared at Shepard. 

Shepard laughed, that deepened her frown. “If you don’t want me to baby you, then behave like an adult. You know what you need to do. You know what’s important. This is just the last step.” 

“But—”

“I’m volunteering for this, all right? Just give it a rest,” Shepard snapped. “I can’t literally be sitting here making sure you eat your meals, drink your water and take your fucking medication. You’re still running a fever.”

Ryder sighed. Two days, that was as long as she made it before she was begging to go back to Uppercut. Shepard had been doing her best to keep Ryder away. If she’s back, Vidal would be making plans again. If it wasn’t hitting the Port with the Clan, it’s booking more VIPs than either of them could handle. As it was right now, Shepard was running ragged between taking on both their clients. Thank fuck there hadn’t been any night assignments recently. Or maybe Drack or one of the others were taking care of things

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20 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

art by @coryfirelion, story dedicated to her too. 🧡

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, fluff, good ending, aspec main character, whump, recovery, panic attack, flashback, kissing, no smut, coffeeshop au, Alternate Universe

Summary: Being the closer isn’t fun, Raya just wants to go home. But nooo…. the universe has to send her one more customer after she has washed the damn machine. 

Little did she know how their lives are going to intertwine. 

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23 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

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[ao3feed-torchwood]

Несколько ночей. Часть 3. Толкование сновидений

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52003150 by 24_rats_in_a_trenchcoat Отряд "Дикие гуси" проходит вакцинацию. Words: 3045, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский Series: Part 12 of Wild Geese Fandoms: Hellsing, Torchwood Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Characters: Pip Bernadotte, Wild Geese, Seras Victoria, Owen Harper, OMC Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Crack Crossover, Humor, Little Shop of Horrors References, Fluff

[elysianluv]

content warning/s: i...don't know what this is i'm sorry 💔

a/n: folks exhibit a, here we have sera being a dumbass who can't decide on a single format because apparently that's a thing that requires overthinking now :/

PET NAMES! ft. fuegoleon, yuno, nozel, julius, william, yami, zora

✰ FUEGOLEON anything with "my" if you catch my drift 😌✨ "my love–" and "my precious–" and just the butterflies istg the man has no idea this shit is seriously dangerous for your heart 💔 and he's so obvious about too smfh, always has an arm resting lightly your waist and "have an excellent day, will you, my precious? for me," with a little smirk that suggests he knows exactly what he's doing, i promise he doesn't tho he's just fucking fine like that, how dare he, the bastard </3 if you want to return the favour call him your pretty boy, he'll get literal heart eyes, this simp 🙄💞 but real talk though, he's never been called pretty in like ever, and with the bright flush that'll cover his cheeks when he hears you, the way he shifts his weight and glances up to meet your eyes but lowers them the second you catch his gaze — literally gorgeous

✰ YUNO calls you by your name, or babe once you guys are more comfortable around each other. it's usually followed by the latter, something like, "(y/n), babe–" no i don't take criticisms, it's a classic and almost a reaffirmation that yes, he is dating a fucking deity like you. he thinks he isn't a simp but mans gets so soft whenever he's away from you, misses your presence always 💔 so whenever he's on missions / patrolling, soft!yuno will call you 'angel', that's how you know he's in his feels <3 you refused to call him anything other than 'honey', or 'hun' for the longest time and upon his asking why, answered, "hm? 's cause of your eyes, pretty boy," and he just. combusted. couldn't look in the mirror for a whole week without blushing so hard. that's his favourite pet name from you <3

✰ NOZEL loves calling you sweetheart 😳 he enjoys its domesticity immensely, and it's incredibly grounding in a sense. ahajhs no bc imagine him waking you up, his palm holding your face and eyebrows a little knitted as he tries to be as gentle as possible, his voice a roughened up and somehow deeper from sleep when he whispers, "come now, sweetheart, the day awaits," it's like yessir i'd wake up to that if it's 3am no i wouldn't but you get my point yes to nozel silva and early morning heart problems <3 shortens sweetheart to "my sweet," or takes a complete 180 and calls you 'princess' in the voice, but only in public because he's a tease like that smfh :/ likes to be called 'love' the most, will be seriously offended if you call him by name and give you the pettiest pout, congratulations you're dating a toddler 💔

✰ JULIUS he was running away from marx this one day and just grabbed your hand,,,took you to his favourite cafe and you guys had milkshakes with a fucking delicious bagel and this was your first date ❤️ you'd think he likes to stick with the classics but no, because apparently, "you remind me of all the finer things in life– like that bagel for example" he calls you his little bagel 😭💕 while you're just questioning your sanity because why tf do you find that romantic </3 for himself, he actually quite likes the simplicity in nicknames, and especially adores when you call him 'jules', loves their intimacy — except when you're talking about him rather than to him you always call him your husband, things like, "i'll take coffee and my husband will have a lemonade," and it drives him insane, he's grinning so large every time regardless of how long it's been and whether or not you're married at all,,,blushes like a teenager, yes he do 😳

✰ WILLIAM mister sir Gentleman™ strictly calls you "(y/n), darling," around others, but your name is forbidden from his lips in private and he will only call you "my love," because he thinks that sums up his genuine feels quite nicely and wants to constantly remind you that you're it for him — i have a hc that william absolutely loves dancing with you and will spin you around anywhere anytime, music or no music, and whenever you guys are dancing he instinctively calls you, "dearest," and it's the softest thing because whether it's your name, or a pet name, you can see him relax visibly when he speaks to you,,,10/10 best boy — from you, he's a hoe for the craziest nicknames and don't let anyone tell you otherwise,,,will melt 100% and probably propose if you call him 'cupcake' or your 'little snickerdoodle' even if it's a joke (pls i've never tried a snickerdoodle ever but i love that word wowzajsj brilliant) you might've noticed there's a dessert pattern there, yes that was intentional, call him sugar and i promise he'll sell his soul to the devil for you <3 don't ever call him "sweetheart" because his heart will stop. it will. i'm telling you don't do it do it i dare you

✰ YAMI unabashedly calls you princess. also — you're pretty sure it started out as a joke to rival his magic attribute, but this one time he was sitting on your bed while you stood over him, hand combing through his hair — you were raking your fingers through his front bangs so you could press a kiss to his forehead, his breath hitching before he gave you a little chuckle, "you're killin' me, sunshine" – yeah. it stuck. the butterflies will kill you one day good luck babes. oh, and the man will melt like an ice cube in fue's hand if you call him "captain," regardless of whether it's in a teasing tone or not, and "love" is lethal to his heart and will be the biggest weapon in your arsenal against him, do what you will with this information 😅✨

✰ ZORA calls you doll. dollface. manages to not look like a clown doing so, which is a skill in itself. i don't believe i can characterise him super well yet but this hill i will die on. fight me. will have a finger under your chin as he smirks, "a pretty face like that can't be single, will your boyfriend mind if i whisk ya away for a walk under the stars?" even if you've been together for ten years and it STILL drives you nuts. like sir. sir. 😳

[masterlist]

[notanorigami]

a thread of akam fics that i highly recommend

note: a lot of these aren't actual plot summaries, they're more or less my opinion on the fic. also, i probably left out some fics bc i couldn't find them or forgot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. sorry if the last some fic summaries have barely anything written about them. i somehow got a migraine from reading too many fics. also, my standards might've lowered when i had the migraine, so sorry in advance

Faites Vos Jeux / Rien Ne Vas Plus by athena_crikey

this author is a beacon of hope in the akam fic community. they've written so many good akam fics. anyways, i've recommended this one like a few days ago, but i still wanted to say that this fic is fucking great.

A Beacon of Their Love by theskyisblue

i just like this fic. i think that it's really funny how the characters figure out that they're dating :)

the straw(s) that broke the camel's back by Lineal

this one is also really funny :) i usually read it right after i read A Beacon of Their Love

A Life Less Than Ordinary by anthena_crikey

idk why, i just really enjoy this fic. akai in a cat's body is just really interesting

Fractured Onyx by viridiansky

i really like the author's idea that there are different kinds of soulmates and that rei thinks they're fated enemies.

In the Eyes of the Beholder by viridiansky

i forgot to mention, but viridiansky is pretty important to the akam ao3 community as well. they're not quite as big as athena_crikey, but their work is pretty good as well. anyways, the whole mirror eyes thing is really interesting and the rei finds out about his eye color is nice :)

Nine Hundred Degree Turn by viridiansky

i really like the idea of heart eyes, i just wish this fic was finished ;-;

Rank Yourself Last by viridiansky

wow, they write a lot of good akam fics. anyway, the idea of rei going back in time and trying to save everyone and fix everything is really great. it's also cute how stupid they both are.

White Envelope by xxELF21xx

this one is just crack :)

Dark Wings Descending by anthena_crikey

this one is a wing fic. it's nice :) do be careful tho, there is some angst (although, now that i think about it, don't 99% of akam fics have at least a little angst?)

Scarlet Confrontation by Kebuyo

Kebuyo is a more recent akam writer, i personally think they write some pretty good stuff. i usually read this fic first, then With life comes death, and life is short., and then Late-Night Tea Party.

The Lies We Tell by crow_coward

how is conan so oblivious lmao

Coming home to you by SophiaHoppa

this one is more hurt/comfort, but i still really like it. plus, it ties in with the two movies. wish there was a chapter for bride of halloween, but oh well

Just the Way You Look Tonight by athena_crikey

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Family Matters by anthena_crikey

fam

Dying Dreams by athena_crikey

angst and ghosts (well, only one ghost)

Call Me by My Name by hatakaashi

i think this is one of the very few fics that has sakura bois all living and akam

Road to Acceptance by HetareKaori

this one is long as hell, with ~100k words. very angsty. i love how sera has to accidentally learn that akai was fucking rei

The Price of Innocence by athena_crikey

hiro doesn't die?? also, the 3 last tags are the most true things ever

Principle of the Principal by Gilate_giearly

i hate english class so much. also, akai being a physics teacher actually kinda suits him now that i think about it

honorable mention:

DCMK Shorts by Kebuyo

chapter 4 was really funny

alright, imma fuck off now. see ya

[goldilockswrites]

24 with Vic would be cool

Nightmares // Victoria De Angelis

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Pairing: Victoria De Angelis x Reader (she/her)

Requested: Yes

Summary: When Y/N has a terrifying nightmare and wakes up screaming, Victoria is there to comfort her.

Warnings: A description of a nightmare. Other than that all is fluff and comfort.

A/N: Hey, loves! Here is the first fanfiction of the writing marathon I had while working in the seaside office. (XD) I hope you enjoy, Axe <3

Tags: @moonlight-simp @le-paure-di-coraline @cuzimitaliano @dpaccione @writingmaneskin @iosonoarina @itsmaneskinbitch @theimpossiblehologramtree @blackberryblossom @unitersmoonshine @maneslut @sunflowerpumpkinpie @que–sera–sera @wasteddoubts @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @cheese-toastie-11 @selenophiliaxx @mywritingonlyfans @l0standn0tf0und-fics @that-one-ma-blog @polygraph-paperplane (if you wanted to be on the taglist and have filled out the form, but you aren’t on here, I am sorry for missing your tag <3)

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“Vic?” Y/N’s voice trembled. She had no idea how she had ended up here - her skin-tight dress did almost nothing to keep her warm in the vile wind. Darkness stretched over the unknown field. Deep emerald grass surrounded her. The shadow in the turf shifted at the sound. There. By the lighthouse, no more than 10 metres away.

Victoria was sitting on the edge of the pier, feet dangling above the water. A thin, sheer shirt covered her body. She didn’t shiver, or speak, or breathe. She just stared at Y/N with empty eyes. Her irises had taken a new, eerie hue - vibrant green replaced by a dull grey. “Vic? Is everything okay?” The small stones on the jetty crumbled under her sandals, the gloomy field suddenly disappearing - evil darkness embraced everything.

“Love?” Y/N started again; Vic still dangled her feet off the edge, but now the sea had turned into a fluffy cloud of nothingness; her stare now pitch black. A gasp left her pale lips. “You did this to me.” Her skin grew wan, thousands of small blood vessels becoming visible and popping. Slimy vines squeezed Victoria’s frame, a dark liquid seeping out of her mouth. It leaked down her chin, dripping on her chest. 

Y/N tried to yell, but at first nothing came out - only a few pathetic sobs (“mouse squeaks” as her mother would have called them). Then followed the actual screams - blood-curling I’m-being-stabbed-to-death-while-my-insides-are-trying-to-crawl-out-of-me type of screams. 

A loud “Y/N! Wake up!” tore through the fog, bringing the hysterical girl back to the small bedroom of the Copenhagen hotel they rented for the next few nights. Beads of sweat covered her forehead. Some more dripped down her back soaking into her thin nightgown. “Baby?” Victoria. This time the voice belonged to the one who laid topless beside her in bed. Blonde hair in knots and a confused expression on her face. “What’s the matter?” “I’m having nightmares.” Y/N held the bassist close; afraid that if she let go for a second the images in her mind would become a reality. “The same ones as yesterday?” The musician pulled her girlfriend closer, turning around for a second to grab the glass of two-day-old water from her bedside table. “Here drink.” Vic brought the glass to Y/N’s lips, letting her take a few sips. “It’s okay.” She twisted a few strands of her hair. “I’m here. Okay?” Y/N nodded. “I’m not going anywhere!” The bassist planted kisses on her neck. “Do you wanna get your top off, love? Yeah?” 

Y/N let out another pathetic whine (Victoria wasn’t even sure she let out any sound, but the shift of air on her collarbones confirmed the whimper of approval). The blonde helped the girl unstick the fabric from her sweat-glistening skin. The heart of the latter literally tried to run out of her ribcage (Vic would usually crack a joke about making her pulse so rapid, but seeing how scared her girlfriend is, her soul didn’t allow her to do that, so instead she stuck to silence). Calm, rhythmic breaths filled the room. The quietness interrupted by the occasional encouraging phrases and hushed love confessions. “Everything is okay, love. Just breathe.” Victoria would say, as kissed her hand. “It’s fine, I’m here.” She would pull her close. “I’m here, babe. Nothing will happen to either of us.” Another peck on the cheek. “I love you, you know that? Right, angel? Yeah?” Y/N nodded against her lips. “I am not leaving you, love. Never.” 

After the not-so-short crying session ended, Victoria laid the napping girl down, covering her slouching body with a chequered blanket and planting a single kiss to her lips. She glanced to Y/N’s nightstand only to see one of their polaroids stuck to the hotel lamp. Both of them were in Rome, Vic climbed up on her girlfriends shoulders. Her mouth open, a wide smile stretching over Y/N’s lips. With a small smirk on her face, she drifted off to sleep.

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#5

Never Gonna Be Alone part 2

“Oh, You've gotta live every single day, Like it's the only one, what if tomorrow never comes? Don't let it slip away, Could be our only one, you know it's only just begun Every single day, May be our only one, what if tomorrow never comes? Tomorrow never comes

Time, is going by, so much faster than I, And I'm starting to regret not telling all of this to you.

You're never gonna be alone! From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go, I won't let you fall, When all hope is gone I know that you can carry on We're gonna take the world on I'll hold you 'till the hurt is gone ”

~Chad Kroeger & Mutt Lange

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Part 2 of my Dragon Age Inquisition Trespasser fic snippet below cut for possible spoilers.    Takes place during the time skip between cutscenes at the end of the DLC.  

Dorian Pavus x Kartaelin Lavellan

@14daysdalovers Prompt: Breathless Kisses

Image setup and Rendered in DAZ Studio 4.15.  Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

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Part 1

From behind the pair, two sets of footfalls rushed toward them, one heavy, the other fleet, and The Iron Bull and Sera soon came around into view.

"Hey, Boss.  Looks like you made it in time."

"Hi, Bull, he was here for me, he never needed our help.  He tipped us off in order to save the South from the Qunari attacks and to get me here, to save me."

"Shite!" exclaimed Sera as she came around in front of the pair sitting on the ground.  "What happened to your arm?  Dorian, how can you hold it against you like that!?"  Her face scrunched up aghast at the sight of it.

Dorian raised an eyebrow at the crude elf, "That's where you draw the line, is it?  You'll hand someone a glass of piss to drink for shits and giggles, but you can't abide the touch of a friend's ghastly wound!?"

"I'll have to remember that one," Sera giggled with a grin on her face, "but no, that's not what I meant, and you know it.  Ugh!  Frustrating people are... frustrating!"

"It's alright, Sera," interjected Kartaelin, always the calming voice amongst his friends.  "You don't have to touch it.  Solas removed it to stop the anchor from killing me."

"Double shite," replied Sera.  "So... you're okay now, yeah?  It still doesn't look like it's good, is all.  So, what's next?"

"We need to get him back to Orlais, and to a proper healer," answered Dorian.

"Can you walk, Boss?" Bull asked.

"I think so.  The anchor is no longer wracking my body, there's just a throbbing and occasional pain when I move my arm.  It's odd, there's a distinct sensation that it's all still there, but then I remember..."  Kartaelin moved to get up, but the Tevinter would have none of it. 

"You're in shock, I can't have you falling down the stairs and cracking your skull on the pavement on our way out of here.  Can you imagine, walking into the Winter Palace, 'Where is the Inquisitor?', 'Oh, we allowed him to lead us back after having his arm amputated, and gee, well, he fell down the stairs and into the abyss.  Can you believe it!'  Leliana and Josephine will have all of our heads after the effort they've put into saving this organization.  So, no, I'll carry you.  Bull, can you gather his things?"  Dorian sighed, “Sometimes I feel like I should be in the one in charge."

The Iron Bull nodded and gathered the Inquisitor's belongings.  

"I like it when you take charge," said Kartaelin huskily, the familiar lopsided grin that had been absent these last few days finally returning to his face.  

Knowing where this was headed, Bull ushered Sera toward the stairs amidst loud protests.  As much as he'd also like to stick around and enjoy the show, he knew they needed to get back to the Exalted Council and the healers at the palace, and the only way to hurry the two love birds along was to leave them behind.

"Festis bei umo canavarum!" exclaimed the mage, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes.  "Is this really the time or place for this?  ...You're just lucky that I love you so much."

"I am," Kartaelin replied coyly, wrapping his hand in his lover’s leather collar and pulling him closer to him.  He craned his neck until his lips met Dorian's and he peppered him with soft kisses.  It was the least he could do after worrying him so terribly.  They'd both feared his impending doom on account of the mark, and Dorian took it especially hard.  He'd put up a wall around his heart a long time ago to prevent himself from being hurt by anyone, but the Inquisitor had broken right through, and the thought of him being taken from him so soon tore him up inside.

Slowing his ministrations to one final passionate kiss and savoring the moment, Kartaelin pressed his forehead to Dorian's.  "I'm sorry I worried you so much, ma vhenan.  I never wished to cause you hurt."

"I know, amatus.  I just... I couldn't bear to lose you like this," Dorian replied, choking up again.  "The thought of the one bright spot in my life being ripped away by ancient elven magic, just..."

The Inquisitor reached up to cup Dorian’s face with his hand, tenderly caressing his cheek with his thumb.  "It's alright, Dorian, I'm safe now.  Solas has bought us time, but we have more work to do.  We should get back to the council.  I'll fill you in on the way."  He leaned in for one more kiss before the Tevinter could reply, taking his breath away.

Pulling back slowly, his lip caught playfully by the Inquisitor, Dorian gently gathered the elf into his arms.  "You are right of course, but what's all this 'bought us time' business?"  With a grunt he stood, the Inquisitor held tightly against his chest, "You are heavier than you look.  Eating too many of those fancy tea cakes Solas likes so much?"

Kartaelin let out a hearty laugh, "I suppose there's no chance of you changing your mind about letting me walk out of here under my own power then?"

"Not a chance," Dorian smiled, heading back toward the stairs and the exit.

"Well, we could ask Bull to carry me if I'm too heavy for you," Kartaelin smirked.

"Truly?  This is how you treat me after the moment we've just shared!?  I should drop you right where we stand," Dorian replied in mock irritation.

"And what would the others say?" Kartaelin teased.

"They'd agree with me, you little shit!" countered the mage.  "Then they'd come back to get you anyway....  Remind me again, why is it that I love you?"

"This IS why you love me," Kartaelin sassed.

Dorian sighed, "Well, you're not wrong.  Tell me, were you always this antagonizing?"

"It's just for you.  You bring out the best in me, Dorian," the elf responded.  "Or the worst, depends on how you look at it.  Either way, you wouldn't want it any other way."

"Maker, what did I do to deserve this!?" Dorian mused in exasperation.

Kartaelin just smiled.  Pressing his injured arm against his own chest, the Inquisitor placed his hand over Dorian's heart and rested his head against his shoulder.

"Oh, the things I'm going to do to you tonight," the Tevinter mage muttered under his breath.

"I look forward to it," Kartaelin quipped, nuzzling the jaw of the man he adored.

"Of course, you do," Dorian breathed.  He still worried about the ‘bought time’ remark, but he trusted the elf wouldn’t keep him in the dark for long.  He had to accept that right here, right now he was holding his amatus in his arms and they were both alive and safe for the moment.

37 notes • Posted 2021-02-15 01:18:20 GMT

#4

So, it’s literally been 7 years since I drew anything seriously.  x.X  There were a couple Dragon Age Inquisition and a few other unfinished sketches since then, but everything else has been 3D renders.  This one is another illustration for the fic I’ve been writing which I’ll post below.  As far as pencils go, this is done.  Now I’m just debating on whether I should print it on bristol/watercolor paper and paint it.  I don’t think I’d have the patience to ink and paint it in photoshop, but you never know.

Anyway, the fic follows the previous two parts I posted and takes place at the end of Trespasser.  It starts after they arrive back at the Winter Palace and the Inquisitor has seen the healer for treatment.

Pairing: Dorian x Lavellan

@14daysdalovers prompt: Promises

Word Count: 3124

Dorian Pavus and Dragon Age Copyright Bioware and EA

Kartaelin Copyright Courtney Leibig

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“Would you mind accompanying me back to my room, Dorian?  There’s something you may wish to see.” 

“Is this like that time in your quarters?” Dorian smirked, following behind the Inquisitor.

Kartaelin laughed, “Not quite.  Not yet, at least.  We still need to return to the council and I need to change first.  I…,”  He hesitated, ashamed to ask,  “was hoping you might help me with that.”  

The mage was a bit thrown by the question.  Normally he’d take it in jest assuming it was a sort of foreplay the elf had in mind, but the request this time was much more serious and somber.  “Of course, Amatus, it would be my pleasure,” he replied with a smile, coming up beside him and squeezing his hand.

Kartaelin turned his head to look at him and offered a halfhearted smile, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Dorian inquired, “So, what is it you have to show me in your quarters?  Is it some one of a kind tome or trinket our Spymaster acquired for you?  Hmm?”

Entering the palace and turning toward the guest wing, the elf flashed a teasing grin, “You’ll just have to wait and see.  We’re almost there anyway.”  

The pair climbed the flight of stairs and turned the corner.  Approaching a door at the end of the hall, Kartaelin began to dig through a belt pouch and produced a key which he handed to the Tevinter.  “Go ahead, open it,” he coaxed, gesturing to the door.

The mage looked at him, one brow raised.  “What!?” exclaimed the elf, “It’s not going to bite you.”

“Now you’re making me even more suspicious,”  Dorian replied.

Kartaelin chuckled, “I assure you, there’s nothing to be wary of.”

“Famous last words,” the mage answered, looking at the elf dubiously.  The Inquisitor slapped his hand to his face and shook his head.  Dorian grinned and turned back to unlock the door.  Opening it, he stepped inside to find a large luxury suite.  Not quite as lavish as the estates back home, but fairly impressive for the south.  Ahead of him were two semicircular couches arranged around a low table for entertaining guests.  The room was ringed with high windows, all open, overlooking the gardens, with a central door that led onto a balcony.  The windows were hung with curtains that could be drawn when needed for extra privacy, though the room’s position on the upper floor would afford them much already.  To his right, there was a ceramic bath recessed into a raised stone platform.  Beneath the platform, was set a fireplace for heating the water.  A hot tub!  Dorian had never seen one outside of Tevinter palatial homes.   To the left stood a fireplace and chaise piled with luxurious blankets, and beyond that another door, likely leading to the bedroom.  How in the world had the Inquisitor procured such a suite?  It was certainly a testament to how far the Inquisition had come over these past 3 years.

“Is this..?” Dorian began, but the Inquisitor, who’d walked past him into the room a moment before cut him off.

“The suite with the wyvern down bed?  It is indeed.  After you’d mentioned it in the courtyard, I’d asked Josephine if she could procure one for us for the night.”

“You are an absolutely magnificent creature, Amatus!  You know that don’t you!?” the mage exclaimed, sliding his arms around the Inquisitors waist and nuzzling the back of his ear.  Kartaelin leaned back into the embrace.  The heat of Dorian’s breath on his neck and the feel of his body pressed against him distracted the elf from his obligations, and they stood there preoccupied with one another for a long moment, until the memory of his responsibility came back to him.  

Kartaelin sighed and turned around to face his lover, slowly taking a step back and taking the mage’s hand in his, as Dorian’s other hand trailed down the elf’s body to alight on his hip.  “As much as I wish the rest of this evening was ours alone, we still have business to attend to before we can retire here for the night.  Come, help me dress for the council,” he said nodding toward the room at the other side of the suite.  He turned and made his way across the room to the bedroom.  His formal wear was laid out on the bed where he’d left it before they’d headed through the eluvian.

Dorian followed him in and, sitting down on the edge of the bed, he untied the belt of the skirt and began to loosen the bindings of the elf’s corset.  While the mage worked, the gravity of his injury finally set down on the Inquisitors shoulders, and a situation that normally would have led to arousal and playfulness instead led him to a spiral of despair.  He could barely undress himself with just one hand, how would he ever get past all those damned belts that Dorian typically wore?  Would the mage truly still want him now that he was broken, or would he let the distance be a balm allowing him to break it off more easily?  The elf, who had been such a strong leader for the Inquisition and the glue binding it together, was now filled with doubt and uneasiness about the future.  There was nothing he could do to stop himself from breaking down in the presence of the man he loved.

It started with a soft sob that lightly shook his body, but the perceptive Tevinter noticed immediately and looked up from the task at hand.  “What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned.  He pulled open the corset and let it fall to the ground before placing his hands on the elf’s waist to steady him.  Kartaelin could hold back the floodgates no longer and collapsed into Dorian’s loving arms.  He cried into the mage’s shoulder, his arm slung around his neck.  Dorian pulled him close and slowly, rhythmically rubbed his back in an attempt to console him.  “Where did this come from, Amatus?” he whispered soothingly into the elf’s ear, but the Inquisitor was unable to respond, as he was lost in fear and doubt.  All the Tevinter could do was hold him tight and offer calming words.  

“It’s going to be alright, Taelin.  We’ve made it this far thanks to your leadership.  You can tell me anything.  I’m here for you, always.”  It was distressing to see the elf like this.  Through everything they’d encountered, his strength had remained a constant, bolstering and guiding everyone around him.  Even when the anchor was tearing him apart, he’d done his best to shield them all from his pain so as not to worry them.  But Dorian did worry, and it hurt when he realized Kartaelin hadn’t allowed him to share that burden, even if there was little he could do.  “Tell me, what can I do to help, Amatus?”

As the Inquisitor finally regained some measure of control over his emotions, he looked up into Dorian’s eyes, “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through, Dorian.  I can’t even dress myself.  How am I going to survive?  I’ve never felt so helpless in my life.  And you’re leaving me for Tevinter tomorrow.  I don’t even know when I’ll see you again.”  His tears continued to fall, streaming down his face and soaking his leather armor.

Dorian brought one hand around to wipe the tears away and smiled affectionately at the elf.  “I was saving this until the council was over and I’d spoken with our advisors, but, from the look of things, you need to hear it now.  I’ve decided to delay my return to Tevinter temporarily,” he paused watching for his companion’s reaction.  The elf’s eyes widened in surprise, though still rimmed with tears.  “I can’t stay indefinitely, but I won’t just leave you like this.  We’ll work through this together, Amatus.  I do love you, you know, and I have confidence in your ability to convalesce.”  Kartaelin nodded, a halfhearted smile crossing his face. 

This man will be the death of me yet, Dorian thought as he tenderly wiped away the tears from his companion’s eyes again.  But you wouldn’t have it any other way, he answered himself.  

“After the council, I’ll have a raven sent to Maeveris to inform her that I’ll be returning in a months time and asking that she keep me apprised of the situation in Tevinter.”  He paused to allow the Inquisitor a chance to respond.  “Does this help?”

Kartaelin let out a shaky sigh and readjusted into a less precarious position on the mage’s lap. “Dorian, thank you,” he said, reaching up to caress the Tevinter’s cheek.  “I… I was just overwhelmed by everything that’s happened.  I guess the realization of what I’d lost and what I was about to lose finally hit me all at once.”

“You’re not losing me, Taelin, I’m just going to be further away, that’s all, and the sending crystal will help with that.  You know we both have work we must do, and I can’t do what I must without returning to Tevinter.  I wish there was another way, but we’ll make it work.  Besides, no one will be able to stop you, anyway when you decide you need to see my beautiful face and you charge into Tevinter on your white horse,” he said with a smirk as he curled the ends of his mustache in his fingers and raised an eyebrow.

The Inquisitor’s signature grin returned to his face and he replied in a husky voice, “You’re right.  Nothing will stop me when I come for what’s mine.”  He gripped the mage’s collar and pulled him closer, while wrapping his legs around his waist.

“Ooo, possessive are we?” Dorian purred.  “My how the tables have turned.  A magister, slave to a strapping young elf.  Scandalous!  What will they say?”

“It will be Mother Giselle all over again.  You know how that ended,” he replied, reaching up to run his fingers through Dorian's short hair and pressing his forehead to his lover’s.

The Tevinter chuckled, “Yes, well, that might not work quite as well for us in my homeland.  It’s not ordinarily that easy to intimidate one's detractors in Tevinter, nor to ignore them.  I live there.  I know.  It’s cutthroat.  Commendable effort though, Amatus.”  He planted a tender kiss on the elf’s cheek before moving on to nuzzle his ear.  “Now, where were we?  Ah, yes, helping you change for the conclusion of the Exalted Council.  Come, lift your arms so I can help you with the top.  The sooner this is done, the sooner we can pick up where we left off,” he said with a wink.  The Inquisitor was clearly disappointed, but Dorian knew he would thank him after this was over, in more ways than one. 

Unwrapping himself from Dorian, Kartaelin slid back off of his lap and raised his arms so the mage could undo the unnervingly warm leather cuirass.  Tossing it aside onto the bed, the Tevinter took a moment to admire the toned, lean body of his lover, absently tracing a scar that ran down his chest.  “Dorian,”  the elf interrupted, bringing him back from his reverie.

“Right,” he replied, sitting back down on the bed, “boots next.”  He bent down to unbuckle the straps allowing the soft leather to fold down, making it easy for the Inquisitor to step out of them.  While Dorian undid his boots, Kartaelin went to work on untying his breeches, he would need as much practice as he could get and this was a simple start.  Gently tugging the lace released the knot and as Dorian finished with his boots, the loosened breeches slid to the ground and the elf stepped back out of them.  Dorian caught him by the hips and pulled him back toward him, placing a kiss on his lower abs then wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“Dorian,”  the Inquisitor repeated.  He truly enjoyed his love’s attention and wished it could continue, but he knew the longer they dallied, the higher the tension at the council and the more pressure on Josephine and Leliana who were trying to keep the peace in his absence.

Looking up at the man he adored, he acknowledged, “I know, Amatus.  This day has just been too much.  I’ll be glad when it’s settled and we can get back to some semblance of normalcy, though what that might look like I’ve no idea.”

“You’ll get no argument from me, ma vhenan.  Let's just get this over with so our evening can begin.”  He smiled down at Dorian and stroked the back of his head.  

The mage smiled back at him and handed him the trousers that were laid out next to him on the bed, “Here, see if you can handle this.  You’re going to need a pin for the sleeve of the jacket, so let me see what I have in my bags.”

“You can check my things as well, Dorian,” responded the elf as he sat on the bed next to him and began pulling on the trousers.  The button closures were a bit tricky with just one hand, but he managed without too much trouble.  As he picked up the jacket and pulled it over his injured arm, Dorian placed a hand on his shoulder, “I can help with that.”  

Kartaelin looked over at the mage while he slid his right arm into the other sleeve.  “Yes, please.  I may be able to get the buttons, but I need your help with the sash and this,” he said, gingerly waving his left arm, the half empty sleeve flapping around with each movement.

“Before we button it, let me deal with the sleeve.  I found this to pin it with,” Dorian answered, placing a small metal brooch into the Inquisitor’s hand, and going to work on folding the sleeve.  The elf turned it over in his hand examining the intricate metalwork and small inset stones, the craftsmanship was superb.  There was something familiar about the design.  Where had he seen it before?  His thought was interrupted by his companion, “Does this feel okay, Amatus?  I don’t wish to pin it too tightly.”

The Inquisitor pulled the jacket closed to make sure Dorian had left enough slack for him to be comfortable.  “This is fine, Dorian, but this brooch… is it…?”

The mage cut him off, motioning for him to hand it over, “Yes.  I had it fashioned after the Pavus Birthright, my birthright, for you.  The craftsman completed it just in time for my return for the council.  I… was planning to give it to you before I left for Tevinter.”

Kartaelin’s eyes widened as he handed it back, “Dorian, are you…?”

“Proposing?” Dorian finished the other man’s thought.  “How astute of you.  Think of it as a promise.  A promise that I remain loyal to you, no matter how many miles lie between us.  A promise that we will be together again whenever it is safe to do so.  And a reminder that you are mine and I think about you daily.  It is not a ring, and it is not marriage, but it is what I can safely offer you right now.  I love you, Amatus.”  He reached over, tilting the elf’s chin up slightly and softly stroking the short, stiff hairs of his beard, before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Kartaelin reached for him, alighting his hand on the Tevinter’s upper arm, one of the few places he could have contact with him through the set of armor he wore.  He squeezed his triceps reassuringly while the kiss lingered.  When they’d come up for air, the elf breathed, “Ar lath ma, vhenan.”

Dorian smiled, “I know, Amatus.”  Sitting back, he opened the brooch and passed the pin through the fabric of the coat sleeve, hooking it into the closure and doing his best to straighten it.  When he was satisfied, he moved on to buttoning the jacket.  Kartaelin just watched the handsome mage work, admiring his beauty, grace and kindness, things he’d rarely encountered in a human before becoming a part of the Inquisition.  To be fair, even now, it was still a rarity.  Dorian reached for the sash and shook it out.  “Stand, please,” he ordered while getting up himself.  

The Inquisitor obeyed and lifted his arms to allow the mage to work.  A smile spread across his face, “Wait until Cassandra finds out.”

Without missing a beat Dorian countered, “What?  That you’ve enslaved a Tevinter magister to do everything for you, including change your small clothes?”

The elf burst out into a hearty laugh.  “She already knows that!” he exclaimed with a mischievous grin.  “No, about the promise, the brooch.  Varric had her all riled up before the council, telling her that you would propose to me today.  She was giddy, but concerned for me.  She won’t even be able to take it.”

“Ah,” the mage replied, tying off the sash and kneeling to help the Inquisitor with his boots.  He motioned for him to sit again, “She is a sweet girl beneath that rough and hardened exterior.  But perhaps you should wait until after the council to inform her.  She’ll want to gossip with you for hours and get all the juicy details.  By the time you’re done, there won’t be an Inquisition left to save.”

Kartaelin chuckled, “You’re right, it doesn’t have to be tonight.  I’ll inform her in the morning, it will give us something to gossip about over breakfast.”

Dorian shook his head as he moved to get up, “I swear, sometimes the two of you are like little school girls.  What am I going to do with you?”

“Indulge me,” the elf replied, getting up and leaning against his love’s chest.

“You know I do,” cooed the mage.  He gestured to the bed, “Glove.  It’s the last thing, then you need to get to the council, and I need to change.  Can you imagine?  Me, walking into the council in ancient elven armor?”

The Inquisitor grinned, moving to pick up the glove and handing it to Dorian, “It suits you, being that you are ‘slave’ to an elf.”

Dorian groaned while sliding the glove onto Kartaelin’s hand, “You really are too much sometimes.  Now go, get this over with so we can indulge a little.”

“Don’t forget, it was you who suggested it,” the elf replied with a wink.  He turned and started for the door, Dorian following behind.

“Yes, yes, blame it on the mage,” the Tevinter sassed, knowing full well it was his comments that got him that remark.

38 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 01:33:43 GMT

#3

We are currently this far into our current run watching Dragon Ball.

41 notes • Posted 2021-02-23 23:31:03 GMT

#2

Magister Dorian Pavus

The lovely @tessa1972 asked me about my Dorian test renders and since I haven't finished anything I have planned for Magister Dorian yet, I decided to do a portrait of him. Hope you guys like it!

Setup and rendered in DAZ Studio 4.15 Public Build Beta.

Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

67 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 22:07:27 GMT

#1

Trying out a few different hairs on magister Dorian.  Just test renders so ignore all the hair clipping through his coat.  XD

123 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 23:03:59 GMT

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