#slothabed

[archivistbot]

gertrude, what would your advice be for the current staff?

GERTRUDE[Flips through options] Uh, I would suggest they not be a part of this.

[corvidkusnos]

slothabed replied to your photo: Bethany Jr and Kieran!! I love next gen babies sm...

rude???????

HEHEHE

[the-temple-of-sacred-asses]

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read?, everlasting daisy; what’s the last dream you remember having?, tulip; name 5 facts about yourself, and angel’s face; what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

primrose: what book does everyone right now need to read?

honestly i don’t think there’s a correct answer to this question bc everyone’s at different points in their lives and needs different things. what might be the book i think my sister needs to read right now isn’t necessarily the book i think my dad needs to read right now...but as for my favorite books: The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood and A Court Of Mist And Fury by Sarah J Maas. 

everlasting daisy: what’s the last dream you remember having? 

i honestly can’t tell you. i can never remember my dreams and when i do, something has to happen in real life to prompt me to remember a specific part of my dream. 

tulip: name 5 facts about yourself: 

1. i’m both a color guard performer and coach. i’m competing with an independent a group this year for those of you who know what that means. catch me at dayton!2. my guilty pleasure is The Bachelor and all of it’s spin off shows. back-up plan in life is to be a contestant on that show. (that was a joke i promise.)3. i’m a writer. a lot of you have read some of my poetry here, and i’m also slowly writing a book series. 4. i’m at university right now studying to become an english teacher. 5. my favorite song of all time is “I Believe You” by FLETCHER. 

angel’s face: what was your favorite bedtime story as a child?

good question. i honestly can’t remember. the only thing that comes to mind is one about Barbie having a tutu that floated in the water, but that’s all i can remember about it. 

[autobot-scout-riella]

For the fanfic questions! numbers 1, 4, 8, 9, 25, and 28!

fanfic end of the year asks | Accepting

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

Depends on the standards I use! I’m really proud of I Alone Will Carry On (Redwall, Grath Longfletch-centric). It’s emotional and intense and I loved writing it.

On the other hand, Memento Moray (Transformers Bayverse, Barricade-centric) is the best pun-centric thing I have EVER done in any context ever and I still reread it sometimes because I crack myself up.

4.total number of words you wrote this year

Well, combining unposted things, AO3 stats, and a handful of Tumblr/Dreamwidth drabbles, probably about...150,000? I don’t actually track my wordcount very closely.

8.shortest completed fic you wrote this year

Sacrifice (Bayverse, Prowl-centric), at 442 words, is the shortest thing I have on AO3 (AKA “done enough to archive forever”).

9. longest wip of the year

My longest posted WIP is If I Had A Heart (TFA, Blackarachnia/Glyph), which has 25,100 words according to AO3.

For not-posted things, Shatterpoint is currently sitting at 43,037 words and will probably top out at 80,000 or thereabouts.

25.a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

101 Ways to ACTUALLY Die While Working on Your PhD by MlleMusketeer, which is ABSOLUTELY the funniest Bayverse self-insert fic I’ve ever read (and probably the funniest thing I’ve read in any fandom ever). Great characters, lines that still make me laugh just thinking about them, and every now and then some serious emotions sneak in the back and punch you in the feels. It’s a good read.

28.longest fic you read this year

The Allspark Changed My Life by Rowena_Bensel (Bayverse rewrite w/original female character), which clocks in at around 144,000 words currently. It’s tropey fun and exactly the kind of thing I like in my Bayverse rewrites. I’m probably about due for a reread because I’m starting to forget things that happened in earlier chapters, so it might also be the longest fic I read next year.

[loudfederationscreeching]

listen. listen. going 👀zevran👀 is the only logical response to quarantine. you are the voice of our generation

hfsdghlcxg thank you

[jellydishes]

pokémon trainer bethany who wears a battered, oversized leather jacket that may or may not have belonged to her father and keeps a hand resting on her service animal pokémon

[giantpredatorymollusk]

spat back out by the the great grey beast february

[dadrunkwriting]

Hello writers!

As I was going through the active / in-active housekeeping for Team NA (Americas, Asia, Australia), I was thinking of all the wonderful people who has been writing for Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle over the years. So I decided to tag you all (including trying to find any changed blognames, lmk if I got it wrong).

Drop a comment and say hi, and let us know how you’re doing. Maybe you want to rejoin us, and hopefully we will see you back for DA4! 💚💚💚💚💚 

@5ftgarden @a-kitten-made-of-corduroy @alchera @alleiradayne @alxxiiswrites @aly-the-writer @amata-hawke @whats-amata-you @andrasteshaircurlers @apostatetabriswrites @eyeofmud @ariannadi @arilalavellan @ashetrashe @allaganexarch @asoulonfire @athenril-of-kirkwall @bearly-tolerable @bearlytolerant @bitchesofostwick @brassdragon0 @buttsonthebeach @bythexdreadwolf @calwyne @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @sinsbymanka @christophertherobin @citrinefennec @dankgemestho @dartheames @dawnofakatosh @dharma-writes @dickeybbqpit @dirthenera @dismalzelenka @distractthegoddess @dorianofminrathous @dragonifyoudare @dragynfox @elevanetheirin @ellstersmash @eradikater @everestv-themuse @evesharmony @fadekhat-blog @fadetouchedmind @fatale-distraction @fenfelassan @fenharel-em-halam @findsarahh @fourletterepithet @funkypoacher @goblin-deity @impossible-rat-babies @griiffn @guileandgall @hunnybadgerv @haloneshiral @harbinger-of-whimsy @havesomedragonage @houseofaustrich @idrelle @inquisadaartabras @ithun @joufancyhuh @kaoruyogi @katalyna-rose @kierarutherford @kimpossibility @kimpossibility-blog1 @kittlesandbugs @kvpowers @ladydracarysao3 @ladydragon1316 @ladylike-foxes @lauraemoriarty @lavellanlove @long-liv-prairies @love-in-nature @luciferesque @lyrium-lovesong @morgalahan @myshadydreamland @myshadydreamland-blog @mythalsknickers @nerdanel01 @nocturna-morte @noswordstyle @nug-juggler @hexcore-juggler @paravox3 @pedlimwen @pikapeppa @pookamaluka @randomnonsensedragonage @rawrzimon @redinkofshame @right-in-the-vhenan @roguelioness @roksanalyasin @royalfreckles @rue332 @rue332-blog @salexectria @saras-almanac @sasshole-for-rent @seigephoenix @shift-shaping @silent-of-spirit @slothabed @writingnodule @jellydishes @solverne-02 @starkhavn @taliaferros @sulevinblade @suzumicchi @sharkgnawed @sylveonne @talesfromthefade @teiranlavellan @tel-abelas-mofo @keturagh @theaiobhan @theneras-la-lath @therealmnemo @theweepingstar @veorlian @veridium-bye @nycheia @whosafraidofthebigbaddreadwolf @wrenbee @youaremynewdream @zolanhras

[tryvyalsynnes]

Something Something Sunday

Tagged by @oftachancer and @midnightprelude, thank you!

Anders’ hands were trembling, and he dropped the dagger. “Why do I keep dreaming this? Why do I have to do this over and over? What is the point?”

“I do not know. It is finished; they all died that day. Your anger and pain overwhelmed me.” Justice crouched and touched Karl’s face gently, closing his eyes. “I would like to forget.”

“I will never forget this. I will never forgive this.” Anders angrily wiped the tears from his eyes. “Never.”

“You tire of hating them, and yet you hate them still.” The spirit stood and sheathed his sword. He raised his hand and swept the dream away.

***

“Every time you dream it, the pain becomes less.” Justice crouched, kneeling on one knee, and touched Karl Thekla’s face gently, shutting the mage’s eyes. “Perhaps, in time, I could learn how to do it too.”

“It doesn’t feel less. It feels the same.” Anders gasped; his breath was a sob. He rubbed his eyes with his palms.

***

Karl ran a hand through his thick dark hair in frustration. Anders stared; the way Karl’s hair glinted in the light drove all thought from his mind.

Karl noticed Anders gawping, and winked slyly, smiling. Like the stone of the tower, his eyes were gray, but beautiful. Karl heaved an exaggerated sigh, blotted the puddle of ink on their ruined work, and flipped the pages in the book they were copying back to the beginning.

Head Enchanter Irving put them back in the kitchens after that.

“Your fault,” Anders repeated, but the words sounded hollow and distant, like he wasn’t saying them at all. The light faded.

There were red banners embossed with a white sun, and the carpets were red with gold edging. Karl looked at him from the floor, eyes vacant; the wound, a searing sunburst brand, was still fresh and red on his forehead. The Templar leaned against a pillar, watching, his hands resting on the pommel of his sword.

“Your fault,” Anders’ voice was hoarse with unshed tears; his eyes stung. “You should have paid attention.”

There was blood everywhere. Blood spread from Karl’s crumpled body; it spread from all the bodies, except the unmoving shadows of Hawke and his friends. It dyed the carpet a deeper red and stained the gray stone. The Templar stood next to him, more like a ghost now, his armor golden. His sword was dripping blood.

Anders’ dagger slipped from his nerveless fingers.

“Every time you dream it, the pain lessens.” Justice stared down at the bodies.

***

They were taking notes, laboriously copying the formulas for potions into their grimoires. White sunlight streamed through the library’s solitary, barred window. During the day they usually had to help the Tranquil in the kitchens; they were lucky to be able to do this work in the afternoon in instead at night by dim candlelight. It was good to finally have a friend, someone to sit shoulder to shoulder with at a desk in the ugly gray library. He looked up and giggled when the older boy touched his knee, and shushed Karl, grinning; they had to be quiet, they had to work.

There was a Templar nearby, standing guard at the end of the nearest bookcase, watching over them. He was fully armored, his face hidden by a great helm, and his hands rested on the pommel of a bared longsword, but he was one of the good ones; they were safe.

Karl wiggled in his seat in the middle of a pen stroke, giggling and nudging him, and then his quill cracked, and a puddle of ink spread over his work, ruining it. Anders stifled a laugh. “Your fault; serves you right! You should have paid attention.”

He stared when Karl ran a hand through his thick dark hair in frustration. Karl noticed Anders gawping, and winked slyly, smiling. He heaved an exaggerated sigh, blotted the ink, and flipped the pages in the book they were copying back to the beginning.

The world froze; in the distance there was the sound like the tolling of a great bell. Although it was deep and pure, it was a warning; the world was breaking.

“No!” Anders stood. He was his taller, older self, wearing his ragged coat. “I don’t want to do this again, don’t make me.”

Karl was still and quiet. His hair was graying, and he was standing. The bookshelves were fading. The cold gray of Kinloch’s library was warm with golden light from statues and hundreds of candles; there was stuff against the pure white walls, featureless and indistinct. Rich, gold edged red carpet replaced somber flagstone, and the red spread, flowing outward, dulling the gold trim, puddling on the edges; he couldn’t stop it.

Bodies lay all around. The forms of his companions were shadows, and the golden Templar was standing next to him, blood dripping from his bared blade.

“I don’t want to be here!” The knife was in his hand.

There was seared sunburst brand still fresh and red at the edges on Karl’s forehead, and his beautiful eyes stared sightlessly at the statue of Andraste.

“Every time, you dream it.” Justice crouched, kneeling, his hand stretched out, reaching for Karl’s face.

His armor shone, growing brighter, too bright, radiant, like the sun. “But not this time.”

Everything turned gold. A golden snake slithered; It opened fanged jaws wide, becoming giant, devouring the walls, the banners, the statues, until only Karl’s body was left. The ripple of its glittering scales was mesmerizing.

Dark arms snaked around Anders’ shoulders from behind, embracing him; hands with golden, jeweled rings crossed his chest, and then touched his arms, his shoulders, gently turning him, enveloping him in a tight embrace. Anders hugged back, desperately, clutching at a silken tunic with too many buckles, his eyes streaming tears.

“Amatus.” Soft brown eyes met his, filled with feeling; lips curved into a slight, sad smile. “Go ahead. It’s all right. You can cry.”

Tagging the above and EVERYONE @pikapeppa, @schoute, @elveny, @slothabed, @johaeryslavellan, @faerieavalon @fandomn00blr, @serial-chillr, @serpentsshipmate, @hellas-himself and everyone who wants to do the thing. This is a gift for Midnightprelude.

[midnightprelude]

WIP and Last Line!

Tagged by @resjade and @slothabed for a WIP update and last line meme! Tagging forward to all of my co-conspirators below and @dovabunny, @kittimau, @kirkwallgremlin, and @dalish-rogue! 

Lately I’ve been working in my happy place with @tryvyalsynnes, aka a way post-canon AU for fix-it AU where Anders and Dorian meet in Skyhold. We’re currently about halfway through the entire thing and working through edits with our wonderful friends who have been betaing the thing, @oftachancer and @johaeryslavellan. 

“Besides,” he continued, looking at Anders and chuckling lightly, “I couldn’t pass up the notoriety of being the evil Magister who yanked Anders of Kirkwall out of prison and tossed him immediately into my bedchamber.”

[enby-hawke]

Got tagged by @isalavhenan for WIP Wednesday

Sharing an old Mhanon/Morrigan/Kieran piece I forgot about from years ago but found when I was cleaning up.

I’ll tag @slothabed @periwinkle-hawke @brialavellan @alexiealducsdrawings @embajadora-montilyet @fruitywinner @apostatetabris uuuh if you also create and do WIPs art writing, tag me <3

[antivan-beau]

Many thanks to the folks who’ve tagged me in writing memes (@aban-asaara @idylleigh, @tortuosity-writes, and @slothabed) <3 I’ve been really busy with work and haven’t gotten an opportunity to socialize online or write much. In addition to working on the next chapter of my crowt3 longfic, lately, I’ve been brainstorming the next story in the Beatrice Cousland/Morrigan worldstate. Anybody else pissed that Morrigan gets to evade a proper Urn of Sacred Ashes Gauntlet question? I thought I’d write one.

Now, the Guardian turned its gaze toward the last member of their band. Morrigan crossed her arms over her chest. The furred mantle of her cloak pooled around her shoulders. Her face was beautiful for its airy defiance. Although spattered with old blood, her lip rogue was careful as ever, eye shadow as careless.

Morrigan’s pride could wither flowers or move mountains. Within these hallowed halls, she would declare Andraste a fable and mock this spirit to its helmeted face. Beatrice found something deeply grounding about this.

The Guardian spoke with a voice that echoed from a distance, yet arrived as close as their thoughts. “And you, Morrigan, Flemmeth’s daughter… what - ”

“Begone, spirit.” A weary smile curled her lips. “I will not play your games.”

A pause: as long as an age and as short as a breath. Then the Guardian continued. “Your companions took up this quest to end the Blight. To aid the Grey Wardens. But you had your own reasons, selfish ones, to join them. Have you ever felt guilt that none of your companions know your true purpose?”

Beatrice had rarely seen Morrigan caught off-guard. Yet there was a quirk to her brows and set to her jaw that the Warden couldn’t otherwise name.

Her reply was slow, deliberate. “On the contrary. They all know why I am here. Twas my mother’s will.”

“Do you believe that truth sufficient?”

“Why do you speak of guilt, spirit?” Morrigan’s voice was suddenly sharp. “What is its purpose? Will guilt ever repel a darkspawn blade? Will guilt resurrect loved ones? Is guilt necessary to pass through your door?”

There was a vastness to the Guardian’s serene regard. “I will respect your wishes.”

They all felt the shift in the dusty temple air. The door before them swung open on silent hinges. Blue light shone from the room beyond.

[kilyra]

Thank you @soul-of-a-traveller for the tag!

rules: you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! put your music on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then tag ten people. no skipping

Glitter & Gold - Barns Courtney

Wicked Ones - Dorothy

Sway with Me - Galxara

I Love it - Icona Pop

Uebok (Gotta Run) - Apashe ft Instasamka

Push + Pull - July Talk

Bury a Friend - Billie Eillish

Blood in the Cut - K.Flay

One of Them - Jace Everett

Number 13 - Nothing But Thieves

  Sooo, ZERO pressure - if you’re interested have some fun and tag me 💗

Tagging: @breanime @perrileigh @damienmoonart  @foreverfaeries @jobean12-blog @flower-two @givemeabite @thatchampagnebitch @thetenthdoctorscompanion @slothabed

[the-temple-of-sacred-asses]

last line tag!

i was tagged by the lovely @slothabed to share the last lines i’ve written. i tag: @bitchesofostwick @sassylavellen @charlatron @jawsandbones and @gaymingbinosaur! (no pressure of course!)

i actually started writing up some codex entries for my da ocs recently, just for the hell of it. inspired by this post.

this one is a journal entry by the cook about wren trevelyan. she references other ocs of mine too. (“inquisitor” being mariah trevelyan, “herald” being lilac trevelyan, and “qunari mage” being mel adaar!)

That Trevelyan mage girl, Wren, visits me far too often. You’d think she was feeding the whole army with the amount of food she requests. Pies for the Inquisitor, cake for the Herald, even scraps to make cookie dough for that blonde elf and the qunari mage. I suppose it would be endearing if I wasn’t already working overtime to feed the guests. Frankly, if she asks me for one more pastry, I might lose my temper. Although, one thing I must praise her for is keeping our commander fed. I think he’s eaten more meals in the past week than he has since we arrived at Skyhold weeks ago. She obviously cares for him—makes me wonder if he cares back. Perhaps I’ll ask around next time I see a group of soldiers. Surely they must have some idea.

[kirkwallgremlin]

WIP meme

@slothabed and @barbex both tagged me to share part of a wip and time is meaningless so I’m also not linking it to any specific day ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ thank you both and I enjoyed reading your wips too ❤️

“I’ve noticed,” Alistair laughed, pushing his shield out in reaction to her next swing. The unexpected move caught her off guard and she jabbed at his side with her dagger, forcing him off balance.

Alistair’s eyes widened as he felt her leg behind his, sweeping his feet out from under him as Frankie flicked the blade from his hand. Both he and the sword hit the ground with a thud.

“You fight dirty!” He protested as the dagger point aimed at his throat, the now useless shield by his side.

“And it still takes you by surprise every single time,” she said, poking her tongue out at him as she offered him a hand. “I win.”

Tagging @sweethawke bc that sprint with you helped me drag this out of my brain ily <3 and if anyone else wants to tag me in some of their wip please do <3 <3 that’s how you trick me into being interested and help me bypass my ‘I don’t know how to read’ brain block

[fuckyeahzevranarainai]

Tagged by @darkspawntaxcollectors

Rules: Name ten favorite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc)

1. Zevran Arainai from Dragon Age: Origins 2. Chiaki Nanami from Super Danganronpa 2 3. Phil from Animal Crossing: New Leaf 4. Simeon from Obey Me! 5. Denki Kaminari from My Hero Academia 6. Ace from Zero Escape 999 7. Vera Oberlin from Monster Prom 8. Nessa from Pokemon Sword/Shield 9. Sage Lesath from Fictif: Last Legacy 10. Giovanni Potage from Epithet Erased

Tagging: @dierosenrot @local-thembo @slothabed