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[pyritefes2]

Yes hi hello I am once again dropping by to let you know that your art sparks joy! This time I’ve got heart eyes from your Justice piece 🥺😍 he’s perfect 😩👌

Thank you, Toby!!

Justice is the best and most special little spirit ever and he needs more love ✨

[shouldaspunastory]

Thank you @tobythewise! @dadrunkwriting

Garrett Hawke x Fenris, (DA2, Act III, 574 words)

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“It’s hot,” Fenris remarks, stepping back from the steaming tub with wide green eyes.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Garrett replies quickly. “Too much? I can add some cold,” the mage offers, but Fenris shakes his head.

“No. It’s fine. I just… didn't expect that.”

Garrett looks confused, then with dawning comprehension, a little angry, though Fenris knows this man, this mage, well enough by now to know this is not directed at him. Ever since Fenris expressed his discomfort and disdain for it, Garrett Hawke rarely expresses pity for what the former slave has endured. But this righteous indignation and fury on his behalf, runaway desires to hunt down his tormentors and force them to endure equivalent suffering and misery is a familiar standby, and one Fenris finds that he appreciates.

It’s a strange thing- being valued simply for *who* he is, rather than what or what services he can provide. Garrett would love nothing more than for Fenris to move in here with him, the elf knows, and yet, he has never forced his hand, never made him feel guilty or wrong for wanting his rare and hard-won independence, for keeping his stolen mansion on the hill just in case things between them ever go sour.

“Fenris, does your mansion not have hot water,” Garrett asks. Fenris shakes his head. It doesn't. It has running water, and after so long on the run, that in itself seemed like a luxury.

"I could fix that," Garrett says. The thought of Hawke on his hands and knees, under cabinets and in walls fiddling with pipes as if he has any earthly idea what he's doing is a laughable one. And yet Fenris knows he would do it. And probably wind up calling on Varric to find a more skilled laborer to fix whatever he's made an even bigger mess of. Still, the effort is... sweet. "If... you'd like me to."

Choice is another new and rather unfamiliar concept. But Garrett always offers it, however seemingly insignificant the decision is, and he always respects whatever Fenris choses. It's why Fenris chose him, another mage, despite how many have hurt him before. Because despite his initial misgivings Hawke could never be like Danarius. Garrett Hawke is unlike anyone else. And for some unfathomable reason, Hawke wants him, even three long years later.

It seems too much to ask with all he's put him through, but Fenris let fear make his decision for him last time, let it keep them apart for far too long. He won't make that same mistake again. He will trust Hawke, trust what they have, and take a risk.

"Do you- would you still have me here- with you," Fenris asks cautiously, large green eyes searching Hawke's brown ones, finding the same patience and love he always has for him reflected back in them.

"As often as you'd like and can stand me," Hawke nods immediately.

"Then perhaps, it's time I let the mansion go," Fenris replies softly. Garrett's answering smile is nothing short of blinding. Fenris feels his heart flutter, a rush of warmth rising to the tips of his ears and coloring his cheeks that has nothing to do with the steam that fills the small room. He clears his throat. "C'mon, then, the water's going to get cold," he smiles fondly back at Hawke who is already ripping his shirt over his head as Fenris begins to peel off his leggings.

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

Hi yes hello I just wanted to give you extra kudos over your inner circle art! It’s sooooo cute and sparks SO much joy! I especially love the way you draw Zevran and Anders 💚😍

eeee thank you omg!!! i had a lot of fun working on it too (even tho it took forever) so im really glad!!!!!! 💙💙💙

[bytheangell]

Hi friend! I’m here to send you a shadowgast prompt because of course I am 🤣💚 shadowgast post battle perhaps? Maybe even a tiny bit of hurt/comfort? 🙏

Because I toss all my non-SH writing on my other blog, I wrote and posted this one HERE!

I sure started writing this with another idea in mind, but the words sure decided to do whatever they wanted and here we are. I hope it's close enough to still be a bit of what you wanted! <3

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Witcher (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Getting Together, First Kiss Summary:

After finishing a contract, Geralt is offered a marriage instead of crowns. Geralt isn’t sure why he says it but when he opens his mouth to tell them ‘thanks but no thanks’, what comes out instead is, “I’m already married.”

Now he just has to talk to Jaskier about dinner and hope that he can't tell the way Geralt wishes this was more than just for show and more than just for tonight... what could go wrong?

[pinkfadespirit]

WIP Whenever

Thanks for the tag @becauseanders!

I'm late for wip Wednesday because timezones but I do have something so share this time wip Thursday it is! My latest obsession and the reason I haven't updated my fic in a while is making games. Or learning how to at least. I've just started working on a little DA2/Handers fangame so here's a screenshot from it.

This is pretty much it so far. Hawke can walk around and go into a second room that I made but that's all. Next I'm planning to add some other characters and dialogue!

Tagging @tobythewise and @winebearcat since you both tagged me recently and I didn't have anything to share. Feel free to count this as a response or a new tag.

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[destieltaggedfic]

Know any concessions due to truth spells?

I'm going to assume that's a typo and you wanted truth spell confessions.

Dean hates witches – museaway   Ao3

Set S10.  When he realises that Dean has been hit by a truth spell, Sam calls Cas seeing a way to finally stop the two idiots pining after each other.

Word Count: 1k                                 No Sex

Enochian Magic Does Wonders – MaskofCognito   Ao3

Set S12.  Sick of not being able to tell Cas how he feels.  Dean asks the angel to lay a temporary truth spell on him.

Word Count: 6k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

The Truth – chevrolangels   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe. Cas knows he has a truth spell on him and his only defence is to keep silent.  But occasionally he can’t help but blurt something to Dean about the way he is treated and its happening more often because Dean noticed that Cas is acting weird and has his back up about it.

Word Count: 3k                                    No Sex

A Witch Made Them Do It – TobytheWise   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  When he gets doused in a truth spell, Dean figures its better to keep busy by having sex with Cas than to actually let the truth spill out of him.

Word Count: 1k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

Tea And Kisses - angelshotgun   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  A town with an unusual number of divorces and breakups attracts the attention of the boys.  Its pretty obvious what is wrong once Cas gets dosed with a truth spell in a tea shop.

Word Count: 3k                                 No Sex

Whole Truth and Nothing But the Truth - Redamber79   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  A truth spell combined with a talkative element is making Cas spill not just his feelings but also the things he would like to do to Dean.

Word Count: 3k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

[snowfolly]

Thanks so much for commissioning me to paint Anders @tobythewise!

He deserves to smile ;u;

[sweetmage]

WIP WEDNESDAY

I was tagged by my dear pal @wanderingaldecaldo (Thank you!)🥰

tagging @vivispec @yiyan9999 @ankhegs-in-my-salad @insanefan @schmooplesthesecond @tobythewise @nowandthane and anyone else who would like to participate 🥰

Here is a little snippet from chapter 1 of the In Your Corner sequel (tentatively called Last Round).

Another night, another nightmare. What had once been the occasional nuisance since V's return from Langley had spiraled into a nightly occurrence.

Vik, it would seem had also lost his grip on peaceful sleep, having become keenly aware of every toss and turn. His hand found his before he could even attempt to settle. "You alright?" He asked, voice hushed.

V sucked in air through his clenched teeth and nodded in the dark. "Yeah. Just another...you know." 

"Wanna talk about it?" He ran his thumb over V's knuckles, but V only shrugged, head still buried in the pillow. 

"It's already gone, like always."

Vik sighed and propped himself up on one arm, looking him over while V shrank beneath his gaze. The silence that fell between them was filled by the sounds of a summer night-- Crickets, wind through trees, a stray dog howling somewhere far in the distance. He longed to be out there, lost in the vastness of it all, running from terrors even Vik's loving arms couldn't chase away.

"Think I need a cigarette," V said finally. "Be right back." He untangled himself from Vik and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet landing with a soft thud on the hardwood. With the wall as leverage and the help of the furniture, he managed to make his way across the room to gather his pants and a pack of clove Techies from the dresser, jamming a single stick in his mouth on the way out. The humid Illinois air was like warm soup and the porch light buzzed and flickered as he lit up and took a drag, eyes roaming over their quiet cul-de-sac. Never in a million years had he expected to be living some little picket fence life, if a rowdy gaggle of nomads crowded into some failed housing project could really be classed as such. But it was nice, this. He'd been breathing free for so many months now that it was starting to feel like a natural routine rather than a miracle. Yet even the creak of footsteps on the deck behind him still sent a little shock of anxiety up his spine. 

"Hey, you." The familiar warmth of Vik's voice was quick to put him at ease again.

"Hey yourself. Coulda stayed in bed."

"Nah, couldn't let you face the boogeyman all alone," Vik teased as he settled up beside him, half-dressed with shades on despite the low light. 

"Oh? Did ya check the closet? Under the bed?" He held the cigarette to Vik who waved it off. 

"Didn't need to. We know it's in your noggin."

"Yeah." V let out a humorless laugh and a cloud of smoke. "No big, though. Just a bad dream. What about you? How'd you sleep?"

"Like a damn baby," Vik said, running a hand through his hair, still sleep-disheveled.

V gave a genuine smile at that, reaching up to push Vik's hand aside to smooth over the thinning grey himself. "What I like to hear. Don't deserve anything less."

"We'll get you all sorted out, too," Vik promised. "Been talking with some folks out in Naperville, got a good rep. Combat vets, battered spouses, the whole nine, they handle it. Might be worth a call."

"Really doc? A shrink?" He shook his head, taking another drag. "Nah. I'll pass."

"The science is sound. They can help you get a grip on things."

"Look, know you're tryna help, wanna fix me," he started, tapping ash over the railing, "but no. Don't wanna be someone's little science project. Got plenty of help, it's all right here and it's free." He looked out to the street again where the occasional stray car passed by, headlights briefly illuminating the neighborhood before plunging it into darkness once again.

"Just think about it, alright?"

"Thought about it. Answer's no. End of story." Even in the face of Vik's frown, the way his gaze dropped, he wasn't gonna cave on this. "Anyway, since we're out, wanna grab a bite? Or a beer? Somethin' to take the edge off. Know I could use it."

[pyritefes2]

You: *posts beautiful Anders art*

Me: *eats it*

Aka I love you latest piece oh my god 😭 it’s literally so perfect and soft and I just adore the way you draw Anders 💚 this is me sending you all the extra love and appreciation for your lovely art!

Toby!!! I’m going to print THIS ask out and eat it assddddyou are seriously so sweet, thank youuuuuuuuu 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

[shouldaspunastory]

Thank you @theluckywizard and @tobythewise, for @dadrunkwriting

Fenris x Anders (NSFW, College AU, Frenemies to Lovers, Pre-relationship) 1705 words.

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Anders shakes his head, slamming his locker shut with a bit more force than is necessary. This is stupid. He was stupid to have ever thought that maybe this could be anything more. He’s smarter than this. At least, he used to be. He and Fenris, they’re like fire and ice, oil and fucking water, and Garrett Hawke is almost exclusively the beginning and end of what the two of them have in common with one another. Opposites may attract, but it doesn’t necessarily follow that they are good for one another or sustainable. Not to mention, unlike himself, Fenris has managed to retain a modicum of self-preservation. He hasn’t been foolish enough to let any feelings get involved. Anders doesn’t know when exactly he lost his senses.

Somewhere between that drunken kiss outside the student activities building after both of them had too much of the spiked punch at the dance last month, and the impromptu blowjob yesterday beneath the bleachers where Anders had stained the knees of his good jeans, hellbent on sucking Fenris’ brains out through his dick like the world is about to end, just in case he never has another opportunity, Anders has gotten in way over his head. Fenris was the one who got off, but it was Anders that teetered into their next class, hair mussed from where the elf had fisted it as he neared his end, Anders' legs that legs that felt like jelly, pupils blown wide, and brain fuzzy, Fenris’ breathless swears in Trade and Tevene and his hoarse growl of ‘good boy’ still ringing in his ears, squirming in his seat waiting for the blasted lecture to end. Or maybe it began long before that. Anders doesn’t know anymore.

Maybe it doesn’t matter. The look of fury on Fenris’ face when some of their classmates had begun engaging in locker room talk and jokingly insinuated there might be something illicit going on between the two of them said it all. It’s not the first time Anders has wanted or gone after someone he shouldn’t and couldn’t have; he’d just hoped he would have learned better by now.

“Anders.”

The blonde startles, too lost in his thoughts to have noticed the very subject of them has managed to find where he’s done his best to hide himself away in the grandstands. In a flash Fenris somehow manages to catch Anders’ bag which he’s unceremoniously flung from his lap in his full body flinch and catch his knee before Anders clocks himself in the eye. Anders world, however, has suddenly narrowed to a pinpoint, shrunk to the warm pressure of the elf’s hand on his leg, and his heart which seems to be beating dangerously fast despite his best efforts to remind himself that this isn’t whatever he hopes it is. That it never was. And it never will be.

“You made yourself scarce rather quickly,” Fenris observes, taking a seat beside him.

“Yes, well, I didn’t figure you’d want me to linger around and give those Templar jocks anything more to talk about.”

“I didn’t think you were so bad at math.”

“I swear I didn’t say anything to anyone. They’re probably just trying to give you shit, right? I mean, I’ll just keep my distance and they’ll find someone new to talk about by Friday,” Anders laughs nervously, before the elf’s words seem to catch up to him. “Hang on, what? What about my math?”

“You, figuring,” Fenris replies with a raised eyebrow, the twitch of a smirk at the corners of his mouth as he watches him.

“I- I don’t-“ Anders stammers confused. “But they were- you were angry.”

“At them,” Fenris nods, offering Anders leg a gentle squeeze, nearly causing the blonde to jump again with the reminder that Fenris is still touching him. “Not you,” the elf continues, his voice uncharacteristically patient, gentle in a way that Anders has never heard before, certainly not directed at him.

“I figured,” the elf continues, his thumb gently stroking his thigh where his hand remains just above Anders’ knee. “You were so good for me yesterday, but we ran out of time before History of Thedas,” Anders bites back a whimper at the praise, his skin beneath the fabric of his jeans on fire where Fenris touches him, though if the way the elf’s eyes flash is any indication, Fenris knows damned well the effect his words and touch are having on him, “that perhaps today I could return the favor?”

“I- you don’t have to do that,” Anders says breathlessly, shaking his head.

“I’d like to,” Fenris replies.

“You- you’d like to,” the blonde repeats, flabbergasted. “Really?”

“Was my math bad,” Fenris asks cautiously revisiting his earlier metaphor, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies Anders. “I thought- nevermind, clearly, I was wrong,” the elf mutters frowning, making to stand. Anders mind is swimming. They’re not even friends. Hardly even speak to one another except when Hawke happens to invite them both to the same place. Anders is no slouch as a lover, but he doesn’t kid himself that he or his mouth is that good.

“No, wait,” Anders exclaims, slightly panicked as he grabs the elf’s wrist pulling him back down to sit beside him once more. “Please,” he adds softly, slowly releasing Fenris’ hand from what he’s aware is his too tight grip. “What did you think,” Anders prompts, his heart once more in his throat as he swallows hard, waiting.

Fenris shakes his head, still frowning. He remains where he’s sitting, however, before slowly lifting his large green eyes to meet Anders’ own. “I had this crazy idea that perhaps this could be- that it was more than just… scratching some sort of itch? That maybe you- that you might have felt something more- for me,” the elf admits, shaking his head and avoiding Anders gaze once more. “Forgive my presumption, that was foolish of me.”

“Is that what you wanted,” Anders asks softly, still struggling to catch up. That Fenris would even try to maintain something more between them than the lewd and impulsive tryst… that the elf wouldn’t simply want to forget and pretend the whole thing never happened… it goes against everything he’d thought he knew about Fenris and his feelings about him. Did Fenris hope that he might feel something more because he did too?

“It wasn’t,” Anders blurts out, probably too eagerly, but unable to hold himself back. “It wasn’t foolish, I- I didn’t think you’d want anything more,” the blonde admits. “I… I was a little taken aback you wanted anything to do with me at all, to be honest,” Anders continues with a shrug.

“You are not the man you were when Hawke first introduced us,” Fenris acknowledges when Anders suggests that he is a little surprised the elf would want anything to do with him. “Nor,” he adds thoughtfully, after a pause, “am I.” Another moment as the smallest hint of a frown comes over the elf’s face before he breaks the uneasy silence between them once more, “Do you give a lot of earth-shattering blowjobs to men you think don’t want you?”

“No,” Anders replies indignantly. “Earth-shattering,” the blonde repeats, raising an eyebrow, trying not to let the comment go too much to his head. Fenris ignores him.

“Why me, then?”

“Maker, Fenris, because you’re the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen. Not that that’s- I mean that isn’t the only reason,” the blonde adds quickly. “You’re also funny, and smart, frankly, ridiculously strong… You’ve got a good heart, even if you do your best to pretend that you don’t have one at all. I know you’ve taken to helping some of the transfer students whose Trade tongue is still a little rusty, but you never brag about it. I’m pretty sure I’ve been at least half in love with you since Sophomore year.”

There’s a pause, a moment of silence that passes between them as Fenris stares with wide green eyes, digesting all that he’s said that probably only lasts a moment, but to Anders, heart hammering and lungs holding a breath, it feels like it might be an eternity.

“Mmm,” Fenris hums thoughtfully, his thumb resuming stroking Anders’ leg where his hand rests once more, before offering it a soft squeeze. “Shall we see what we can do about the other half,” the elf offers, the corner of his mouth twitching upward slightly with an amused smile, and something soft, like fondness shining back at Anders as the blonde meets his gaze again.

“You- you know those idiots from gym class are going to talk, right? Probably plenty of others too,” Anders says cautiously.

“They will try,” Fenris growls softly, and Maker, if the thought of the elf defending him, defending the two of them and what they might share with one another doesn’t make Anders weak, his knee trembling a little beneath his hand. Fenris’ hand offers another squeeze that lets Anders know the elf felt it.

“Come here, mage.” The words are low, soft, but unmistakably not a question, and Anders doesn’t bother to follow up with any, the blonde sliding quickly from his seat and throwing his long legs over Fenris’ to straddle his lap. Fenris’ arms quickly wrap around him, steadying and holding him in place as strong, calloused, long fingers deftly dip beneath the hem of Anders’ well-worn sweater, igniting every inch where skin meets skin, the other hand reaching up to clasp the back of his neck, guiding him down as he arches up fusing Anders mouth with his. “Good boy,” Fenris whispers, fingers tangled in the mage’s hair once more when they breathlessly break apart. Bastard, Anders thinks even as he shivers against him. Of course, the magnificent elf will have noticed the effect the words have on him.

“You will be the death of me,” Anders whispers shaking his head, though he makes no moves to pull away, honey brown eyes shining as he smiles.

“Only the little ones,” Fenris whispers with a smirk, leaning in to nip at the skin just above his collar.

“I think I can live with that,” Anders nods, crushing his mouth to the elf’s once more.

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

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videogames!!!! current hyperfixations are bg3 and dragon age (VERY rpgpilled rn) but 2 rlly big comfort games for me are also subnautica and hollow knight (i watch a lot of hk speedruns/challenge runs lol)

making ocs & constructing elaborate lore for them and smushing them together with my fav fictional traumatized men so they kiss

food/desserts, theres this donut place i really like near my place and every time they introduce new flavors i like to order them to try <- this is like a monthly routine bc its fun

sketching/drawing/writing, putting them in one category bc its technically just diff versions of making art. most of it is rlly unpolished bc its hard to find time/energy to properly finish personal stuff when i also have work but doodling or writing rlly self indulgent drabbles is v fun

jigsaw puzzles!! but i cant do physical ones anymore bc it fucks up my back to spend hours and hours crouching on the floor like a goblin whenever i do one so ive been resorting to free ones online LMAO

[vivispec]

First Fanfic Lines

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Post the first line of the last ten fics (or fic chapters, your choice) you’ve posted!

It's been a little bit since I’ve posted, writer’s block got me hard—I’m gearing up for a couple big projects, but nothing postable yet! This’ll be nice to remind me what I’m capable of, I think~~

Vhenas

"Solas, is that you?” called her voice from the top of the stairs, pushing aside the sounds of rustling paper he’d heard upon opening the door. “Hold on, give me a moment. Let me throw something on, before you come up.”

Falon

Viera had always been an early riser. Even before the girl could walk she’d awoken with the first stirrings of the sun as if its light energized her, and today had been no different.

When It Rains - Chapter 1

The former Inquisitor took great pride in her skill as a tracker. Even so, her mark had grown exceedingly adept at eluding her, as of late.

When It Rains - Chapter 2

With but a wave of his hand, Solas brought light to this darkest of places.

When It Rains - Chapter 3

“You’re back early. Any luck?”

The door pressed shut behind Viera as she swept in from the alleyway, relieving the hood from her head to shake her hair loose. 

When It Rains - Chapter 4

“That blasted child!” Viera’s ear twitched as Athimien hissed like a tea kettle, cutting through the relative quiet of the wood despite despite the generous strides she outpaced them by, or the fact that he’d ‘whispered’ it.

When It Rains - Chapter 5

Waking, to Niri, had always felt bracing, but never unpleasant. It was like leaving behind the warmth of a bath and stepping instead into open air, cold where it kissed the droplets on her skin, the sensations she felt shifting from dull heat into something sharper, something genuine.

When It Rains - Chapter 6

It hadn’t taken Niri long to fall asleep, once they’d made it home. She’d hardly been awake as it was when Viera had lowered her into her own bed next to Isaghi, the dog shivering with excitement to see her, and barely holding back her barrage of kisses to just the tops of the girl’s fingers.

Pertaining to Rook

Charter, Had anyone but my own Talon told me just who, exactly, had barged into your meeting with the Valistis, I would have believed them mad.

Withered and Beautiful

“Mother, what’s wrong with Father’s gift?” Ishme tilted up at the flower on her mother’s vanity, a delicate thing poking out from within a sturdy dwarven vase, obscuring her sight of them both in the mirror.

i'm surprised it isn't all Viera lol. gonna be working on some rewrites of older stuff to post while i wait to fill up my backlog for a longfic, motivation willing.

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