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[snail-eggs]

KISSING DOWN THE GD BODY BOONESIX YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO 🔥🔥

pairing: Craig Boone/Courier 6 (F!OC)

warnings: smut. sex. they finally fuck. are you happy, Rags? you've created a monster. Seriously though, this is my first attempt at smut. That's a warning on its own.

divider by @/saradika

There’s something off about this. About the way Six looks as she’s counting their remaining bullets in the divot in her lap. She looks more alive than she has the past few days, despite the bags under her eyes growing worse and worse by the day. 

The house around them is falling apart. Foundation groaning with every strong gust of wind. He taps his boot against the steel bed frame. Rust flakes off. He has no idea how it’ll carry his weight, let alone both of theirs. Boone’ll let her take it tonight, he thinks. She needs the sleep more than him, even if her pseudo-prophetic dreams keep her from getting any real rest. 

What he doesn’t know, however, is that it isn’t just visions of tornadoes, swirling around the irradiated dirt and leaving nothing in their wake that’s haunting her. No, more recently, it's his hands. Six hasn’t been able to stop thinking about his hands. Looking at them. At the way they grip his rifle, pull the trigger just so. The way his hands clench, knuckles turning white when she’d asked one question too many. 

She wonders how they’d feel in her own. If his white-knuckled grasp would really hurt. She doesn’t think so, though. Not so long as he’s holding her. When it really comes down to it, Six thinks, all she wants is to feel him. If it hurts, then it hurts. So be it. 

Six looks up at him now from her spot on the floor. Bathed in the warm wasteland glow, he looks like something else entirely. Something not Boone—closer to the approximation of him that lives in her head and nowhere else. Lives deep in her chest too, she supposes. Close to her heart. And in her chest, her heart thumps hard against her ribs. Six can feel it in her throat. She swallows hard when he looks back; looks her right in the eyes in that precise, cutting way he always does. And maybe it's a trick of the light or the lack of sleep, but she sees something else there too. Something that softens the edge of his gaze. Her heart beats faster.

This adrenaline rush isn’t new. Odd, sure, but not new. Six can recall having felt it precisely once before. With Benny. At the Tops, on his bed after too many drinks, roughly fourteen months after he’d shot her in the head. But she wasn’t scared then, not at all. Guesses that means she isn’t scared now, either. Just nervous.

Boone has never made her nervous, though. Not back in Dinky’s mouth when he’d pointed his rifle right in between her eyes, not ever. 

Except for now, in this rotting house, sitting at the foot of some disgusting bed. Staring.

Six has forgotten all about the bullets now. They lay scattered on the floor, less than a handful still resting in her palm. There’s a flash of concern in Boone’s face then. He leans his rifle against the wall. Drops down to his knees right in front of her and begins to pick up the bullets in between Six’s legs like it's nothing. Like he isn’t so close. Her jaw clenches. 

“You need to sleep,” he’s tossing the bullets back into the box by the handful. His fingers brush against the ones in her palm. Hesitate for a moment before he grabs them up like all the others. “Look like you’re gonna keel over any second.” 

Her hands move of their own accord, cup Boone’s face on either side and tilt his head up to face her head-on. He’s deathly still—every muscle in his body tensed. Six runs her thumb back and forth on the rough skin of his cheek. Boone isn’t breathing, she thinks. He’s staring at her apprehensively. Like at any second, she’ll draw a knife and stab him right in the gut. Her eyes flit from his wary green eyes down to his lips. They linger there, long enough for Boone to notice. He inhales deep, exhales loudly. Their eyes meet again. 

Boone takes her by the back of the neck, faster than she can process. Pulls Six in and collides his mouth against hers .Its bruising—all wrong and still, neither of them break away. He can’t remember what it's like to kiss somebody—to really kiss somebody. Hasn’t so much as entertained the thought. Not after Carla. But now with Six’s lips pressed against his, it feels like second nature to have her so close. Feels like this is how it's supposed to be. He leans into her, the remaining bullets in his hand falling to the ground and he couldn’t care less about them. 

Six is halfway to having her back pressed against the dirty, splintering hardwood when his fingers find themselves tangled in her short brown locks and she pulls away. “Boone,” it's breathless, the way she says it. Nearly quieter than a whisper. She studies him as best she can from so close. Hasn’t ever seen him like this—so desperate. Hungry for more. Boone presses his forehead against hers. Leans into her, wordlessly begging to continue this—whatever this is. 

“Six.”

“Still want me to go to sleep now?”

And he chuckles earnestly before leaning in to kiss right under her jaw. Six’s breath hitches. She can feel Boone smile against her skin. He coaxes her back, tugs at her hair before he has her flush against the ground. It didn’t feel like this with Benny. Not even close. Six’s hands move down from his face to his chest; she clutches his shirt in a vice grip. Doesn’t think she ever wants to let go.

Her heart is beating out of her chest now, more so than before. She never imagined she’d have him this close, feeling the calluses on his hands run under her shirt; his fingertips digging into the skin of her waist like his life depends on it. Never thought she’d whimper at the pressure, only wanting more. 

This is dangerous territory they’ve crossed into. Despite the arousal muddling her thoughts as Boone grazes her collar bone with his teeth, Six wonders what comes after this. Nothing good, surely. She stares up at the ceiling, half hyperventilating now. He tugs at her shirt. She lets him take it off. Whatever the consequences are, they’re not worth losing Boone. Losing what she has with him. 

And yet. 

She’s got her hands on his shoulders now, beckoning him down further. His hands are starting to mess with the button of her pants. Six gasps—no, whines as he presses a chaste kiss to her abdomen. Then he stops. With her pants unbuttoned, zipper down as far as it’ll go, Boone leans back onto his knees. Takes in the sight of her before him. Looks a little spooked, even, and the sight makes Six smile. A laugh escapes her throat unwillingly. Boone watches her fondly through his heavy-lidded gaze. Runs his hand up and down her still-clothed thigh. The sun’s rays bleed through the windows as it sets. Light’s waning and he can still see those intense bags under her eyes better than anything else. His cock stirs in his pants watching the heaving of her bare chest. He doesn’t understand the scope of this—doesn’t want to consider the consequences—all he knows is that he has never wanted anyone more than he wants Six right now and it's killing him. It's been killing him since their last night at the Tops when he’d watched her disappear with Benny into his room for what he’s sure was a piss-poor fuck. Really he would have been fine with anyone else but Benny—never really thought he’d be in this position anyway. Something about it made his skin crawl. The thought of Benny running his hands all over Six’s body after what he did to her. After he shot her in the head and left her to die in Goodsprings like a dog.

Boone might not be deserving of Six, but Benny is even less so. 

If it has to be anyone, Boone sure as hell isn’t mad that it’s him. He’s fucking psyched about it actually—as psyched as Boone can realistically be about anything. He pulls his shirt over his head, unbuckles his belt with fervor and tosses it to the side. 

Six arches a brow, looks him up and down. She’s amused and he’s not entirely sure why. “What?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “You’re—you’re really pretty right now.”

“Pretty?”

“Handsome. Whatever. Cut me some slack, I don’t do this.”

“Six, we can stop if you—”

“Fuck off, I never said that.” Six reaches up, brings him in close and presses a gentle, languid kiss to his lips. Words catch in her throat when they pull apart. Words she can’t quite place. Only knows the tug she feels in her chest when they’re eye to eye. She’d stay like this forever if she could.

Tongues gliding against each other’s, Boone grinds his hips into Six’s. She’s half starved with the way she’s gripping at him in any way she can. These messy, open-mouthed kisses aren’t enough. Having his body pressed against hers isn’t enough. No, she’d need to be in his skin to be satisfied. Though she’ll settle for the next best thing. 

She reaches down, palms his cock through the fabric of his boxers. Boone groans into her mouth. He’s breathless now, desperate. 

When they fuck, its slow. He’s got one of her thighs held up against his hip as he drives himself into her at an agonizing pace. Being with Boone is nothing like how it was with Benny. There’s something fundamentally different about this, she thinks as she stifles her moan in the crook of his neck. Maybe Boone is just better at fucking—she doesn’t entirely doubt that—or maybe she’s just more present now that she’s not drunk off her ass. 

Benny was fun. Quick, but fun. They’d fumbled and laughed and drank but god, it was nothing like this. She’s almost glad it wasn’t. Glad she’s feeling this way with Boone instead. 

Her walls clench around him. The room’s completely dark now—Six has no clue how long they’ve been at this. She’s closer to the brink with every second that passes. Her breathing is becoming erratic—so are Boone’s thrusts. She comes loud and hard, nails digging crescent-shaped craters into his back. It doesn’t take long for him to follow. He pulls out, spills all over the inside of her thigh. 

She gets as good a look at him as she can in the darkness. Stares him in those tired eyes, knowing hers must look leagues worse. Six opens her mouth to speak but the words are held hostage by some unseen force yet again. She kisses him on the forehead instead. Smiles and nods over to the bed right beside them. 

“Sleep with me?”

Boone shakes his head at her. Cups her cheek with his hand. The way he’s looking at her scares her. She doesn’t know she’s looking at him the exact same way. 

“I’ll sleep with you.”

For the first time in weeks, Six is not haunted by visions of tornadoes or of Boone’s hands. Instead she finds herself in a deep, dreamless sleep with Boone right by her side. 

By her side where he belongs.

[parttimeprophet]

If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog! KEZ PLS I MUST KNOW THE LORE

What lore 😭 I'm the most boring person ever irl

I once tried to keep a diary in Latin because I like to be the most pretentious mf in the room. Managed to do so for all of two days 🤷🏼‍♀️

All my plants have names. Some of them are named after writers (Goethe, Schiller), others after characters (Ophelia, Wilhelm), and then there's George Ginseng, the favourite child. Alliterations are a common theme around here, as you can see.

I've never had a pet in my life. Closest thing to one was the ancient shepherd my grandparents had. Her name was Senta (as was the name of every dog my grandparents had before her--i think i was 8 when she died (and cried about it during class. Never lived that down lol)) and she was this black monstrosity of matted fur and the most adorable puppy eyes ever. Still, someone should've taken her to the groomer, poor thing was in terrible condition.

[wordstome]

🧸🪐❄️ 🥐 💖💖❕❕

babes I forgot that 50cal was a sideblog and went "omg another cherished mutual named rags!!" 💀

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? oooooh. Honestly, just engage with me a lot. Kind of a no-brainer, but if you show up in my notifications a lot I recognize you and go :] cherished mutual. Never worry about spamming me!! Also helps if you reblog content from fandoms I'm interested in or general tumblr humor posts. Like if you put "by allah you people are dogs. I will reblog as usual" type posts on my dash I swear fealty to you

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now I kid you not, engaging with and making content for the COD fandom is really helping me a lot, so that's one. (I love this cozy little corner of the fandom.) Another is that I'm kind of in a more chill period of my life. I've been a student for like. 16 years straight, so it's nice to be taking a breather. And third, I don't think my social life has ever been better. It really helps to get out of the house and spend time with people I care about a lot <3

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh Oh, there's too many to count. But off the top of my head right now, it's a tie between no little german boy don't go to the weed cave and inshallah they find him. also, I don't count this one as it's not really a reference so much as one video that has become an inextricable part of my personality, but this specific video is the reason why I say "scheiße" instead of "shit" when something startles me, like losing my balance or dropping something etc. I can't explain why it cracks me up so hard, but it makes me laugh every time.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Look. We all have that one, super-indulgent daydreaming scenario that we're more embarrassed to admit we have than most kinks. Mine is a kind-of harem fic with literally as many COD characters as I can cram into it (we're talking 141, vaqueros, warzone operators, ghosts) where MC kind of serves as a Penelope Garcia (from Criminal Minds) figure? In my mind MC only ever talks to them over their comms, and they're fun to talk to, easy to get along with, and very flirty. But none of them have ever actually met MC in person: they don't know what they look like or anything, they've only ever heard MC's voice. Shenanigans ensue. In terms of who I'd trust most to write this, I'd trust any of the authors I follow to write this, but if I must pick, it would be @danibee33. I love you girl <3

Honorable mentions go to: pop star x König au written by @cookiepie111, hostage is "rescued" by König only for him to just. take you home and keep you by @gremlingottoosilly, König taming a barracks bunny by @kneelingshadowsalome, and "you cannot stand König because he's a weird little guy who gives off freak vibes but the two of you are stuck alone together on a lengthy mission in an isolated location and hmm. well maybe you can fuck him just once, what could go wrong? oh no, he's a freak (affectionate) and you might like him, actually" by @50cal-fullauto (lol)

(sorry for the all the tags. but I love you all so much. also, please don't feel any pressure: I don't expect you guys to write anything for these ideas, I just think that you guys would totally nail these concepts)

[kastlequill]

🐇📚🦷🎨 for the ask meme please diana!! <33

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

for shorter works, it tends to just be a plain old reader insert written in second person pov, and i’m happy with that. but for longer works, i do prefer to have more substance attached to the reader character, so it often ends up like a mixture of an oc and an insert.

but i’ve been writing for ships again recently with the discovery of aeon (resident evil) and gojohime + satosugu (jujutsu kaisen). its nice being back to my roots of third person perspective and just canon characters :)

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

was brainstorming ideas for a fic challenge thing, but i don’t think i’ll be doing it because Obligations

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

if i have a chore to do that i’ve been postponing, i go stand where it’s at (e.g. kitchen sink), turn on music + move my phone out of reach, and just Start working. it really helps me focus and feel the time pass quicker

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

my fav cod fanart is these gaz drawings from @veradia ! the linework, the expressions, the likeness, the style… i just love it so much

[brilliantblasphemer]

I’M A SELFISH SLUT!! CAN I PLEASE HEAR SOME DEETS ABOUT ANY OF THE STALLARDFOG PROJECTS 🥹🥹

Why, of course, I've been dying go talk about them!! In fact I cannot stop talking about them!!

Since stone and part one of seek are up already, and there's little to talk about there, have some of my favourite lines from part two of seek.

It is the convenience of aging that allows her the grace to smile faintly at his words, no hint of softness betraying the words she keeps caged behind closed lips.

You did, too, she ever so gently muses into the silence, don't you dare pretend to no longer know how little I meant to you then. A fact before it is possibly an accusation, though the taste of gunpowdered vitriol tinges her tongue nonetheless -- neither will ever escape this revelation.

He swallows down the apology, after toying with the words for a while, and for a moment, it is the only proof she ever existed.

It took him years after they split ways to learn her name. To want to know. He remembers her as Fog, the incorporeal manifestation that came by nightfall and left him in the grey haze of early morning, and for a long time he did not care beyond that.

The pronunciation of “Golpari” is a foreign sensation on his tongue.

He didn’t know how to say her name until now.

Golpari adapted to what made her afraid. When the haze of early mornings that would never quite reach the dark of her cell struck fear in her, she became the thing that haunted it.

It's very Golpari and Ghost heavy, but dw, Stallard is getting all the attention in swim ;) Speaking of:

A calloused thumb brushes along the bone of Fog's clavicle almost casually before dipping lower and grazing a nipple in its descend, until it is drawing tantalisingly low along the underside of Golpari’s left tit.

The rough palm of Stallard's right hand smoothes over her other tit, almost large enough to cover it. In the scarce light of the night sky, the black polish painted on Stallard's nails makes for a stark contrast against the pale skin of her chest as it is pushed up ever so gently.

The touch is not shy by any means, but it lacks the greediness Golpari is used to--an impulsive though run wild, perhaps, though there is a hint of probing to it; a question carefully concealed by probabal deniability. She waits for the moment to subside, for the low whisper of an apology uttered from somewhere behind her when Stallard would decide that this might just mean more trouble than was worth. When it doesn't come, Golpari finds herself more than content tracing the veins on the back of one of Stallard's hands, the one not busy running circles over her skin. They stand out particularly when Stallard gives a soft squeeze.

[50cal-fullauto-astarion]

⥇ rags / 30 / MDNI 18+ / ao3 / ask box (anon on)

[ 01/03/2024 ]: Went ahead and posted a Gone Fishin' sign on the door because I've been non-stop wringing my hands over not writing the last few months. Just got burned out between working retail hell season and some home-life stress, and decided, eh, fuck it, might as well take the pressure off myself to start off the year. Love y'all! <33

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hot in sarajevo ii

x f!operator!reader - NSFW! pwp

After a successful assassination, König is in a foul mood after being forced into the role of spotter. He takes his pound of flesh in the form of frustrated sex. After an intoxicating string of kills behind your anti-material rifle, like hell are you going down without baring your teeth and snapping. Part II: sweet to the sour, with a surprise ending.

⥇ all works

call of duty: modern warfare

⥇ captain price

for the sake of having you near [ part: one / two / three ]

x f!veteran!reader - divorce au

Twenty years you had known John, and for seventeen of them you were married. After a career-ruining injury in the field, you were forced out of the service, and the marriage did not survive your survival. But: when John goes on leave, he always finds his way home to you.

⥇ könig

hot in sarajevo [ part one / two ]

x f!operator!reader - NSFW! pwp

After a successful assassination, König is in a foul mood after being forced into the role of spotter. He takes his pound of flesh in the form of frustrated sex. After an intoxicating string of kills behind your anti-material rifle, like hell are you going down without baring your teeth and snapping.

to leave the blood stay in the veins [ part one, two ]

monster!könig x f!cursed!reader - NSFW! monsterfucker au

There is a beast in the woods, and it leaves so little meat on the bone that not even carrion birds find value in the corpses it leaves behind. Your boyfriend thinks it’s funny. König, under his ever-present hood, laughs, sharp in the tooth. “Anyone dumb enough to head into the trees is dumb enough to die,” he teases, but there is an arrogance and a contempt swimming deep in his bloodshot blue eyes.

⥇ nikto

your bones singing into mine [ part one / two / three / four / interlude ]

x gn!bioweapons engineer!reader - slice of life

You were once a brilliant thing, a creator of terrible and powerful miracles of modern science that could bring the world to its knees. A Russian crime syndicate that swept you up tucked you away in a small, dark place to keep you safe while they moved, leaving you to die a slow death in a forgotten hole. Nikto arrives at this barren corner looking for information and resources, and he finds exactly that in you. He decides that he will keep you, put you back to rights.

[dotcie]

writer wip poll game ♡

thanks for the tags @kastlequill @parttimeprophet @lunarvicar :')

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

no pressure (!) tags: @vide0-nasties, @siriusleee, @rileyslibrarian & whoever wants to participate <3

[for-wards]

OC-Tober Day 5. Relationships! My boy-o Neil and his husband Jakobi (@vide0-nasties)

[snail-eggs]

I’m gently kicking my feet and gritting my teeth like I’m rabid thinking about some 55. tracing lines on the other’s hand for SixBoone iiiiiiif that does anything for it and I’m batting my lashes so prettily and gnashing my teeth so powerfully 🤭🥰😊

pairing: Craig Boone/Courier 6 (F!OC)

warnings: none, unless you need a warning for craigory being all self deprecating while he’s yearning .

divider by @/saradika

Her warmth is disturbing.

They lay together on a rotting mattress in some motel just outside Albuquerque. Boone’s never been this far east before. Six sleeps beside him, deeper than she ever has, he thinks. Chest to his back, arm across his waist with her leg slung over his hip. She’s close. Entirely too close. And yet he doesn’t push her away.

Against his nature, Boone lets Six hold him. Lets her body hear warm him to the point of discomfort after days of baking in the New Mexico sun. The skin on and around Six’s nose had perpetually reddened. Started to peel now, too. Boone’s found himself wanting to run his fingers across it. And it unsettles him, that thought. That hypothetical tenderness, and the fact that she would let him—even if it’d hurt.

He stares at the shadow of their combined form on the wall. Boone doesn’t hate how it looks. Them, together. It’s hours out ‘til sunrise and he doesn’t know how much of her warmth, her touch, he can take. Six stirs against him. Buries her face against the back of his neck. Her breath against his skin makes him shiver despite the heat. Six’s wrist hangs limp off his body now. She’s closer than anyone’s ever been since—

—In the moonlight, Boone sees the contours and shadows of the lines on her palm. And these lines, it’s not like they’re extraordinary. It’s a normal palm, albeit littered with scars from scrapes and falls. He turns against her—his back against the mattress now and Six’s face fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck. Like it’s meant to go there.

He unfurls her lax fingers from her palm. Studies the lines of it as best as he can in the near darkness. Even runs a fingertip across the grooves gentler than he’s ever handled anything before. Boone doesn’t quite get this fascination he has with the lines of her palm. Maybe he’s just exhausted, delirious even. But they’re so uniquely Six and maybe that’s why. Six herself has such a hold on him; why not her hands by extension.

For a fleeting moment, he imagines what it would be like to hold her hand in his. Properly. Interlocked fingers, palm-to-palm. It’s so intimate, the thought. Sort of makes him sick—almost as much as it excites him.

Truth is, Boone doesn’t deserve her warmth, to be touching her tenderly like this, yet he can’t bring himself to wrench away from her touch. He doesn’t deserve it, but he allows it just this once.

Absentmindedly, he continues his motions of tracing along her palm. Lets his eyelids, growing heavier by the second, shut for moments at a time.

Her warmth is disturbing, but in his sleep, Boone finds himself unable to let go of Six’s hand.

[parttimeprophet]

Your opinion on why John “Soap” MacTavish’s long situation outside of the military? (I probably got confused despite having the spirit, so have an alternate/second prompt: your opinion on Act*vision’s dating profile for Ghost indicating his ass doesn’t smoke, which feels like a canonical betrayal to his character?)

Ohhhhhh that is such a good question. I like the fanon thought of him having a big family that he goes home to, but my personal hc is that he's estranged from his family, lives either alone in a very depressing flat (upopular opinion: Ghost's place is nicer than Soap's, and a lot less sad) or with housemates somewhere in the suburbs. Very active during leave, goes for morning runs, straight to the gym afterwards, plays football. He's not as much of a "fixer" as Ghost is, but does try to get around all kinds of work around the house. Also draws a lot. Mountainside type of person, very much an outside kid.

I am taking your face in my hands gently; if the two of us have to fight activision in a Wendy's parking lot on a Wednesday after midnight, so fucking be it. We're dragging Ghost for a smoke break afterwards; there is no way in hell that man doesn't smell like nicotine. He is stressed the fuck out and you best fucking believe he smokes Marlboro Golds because the Reds were fucking up his lungs too badly. Fuck that part of the dating profile, honestly.

[kastlequill]

✨️🍬😎💛🤔 for the writer ask meme bb! <3

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

i’ll say the type of comments that are my favorites!

long comments with analysis; i know it takes a lot of effort to write them, and it means the world that someone would go the extra mile to do that :)

comments on stuff i’ve written for small fandoms/ships; i share those works not really expecting much engagement, so whatever i do get feels very special

comments from writer friends; i really appreciate that they would take time out of writing their own works to read something i made! i view other writers in the fandom kind of like colleagues i guess lol i don’t know how to word that, but it feels especially validating to receive support from them, and i hope to reciprocate that support as well

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

yep! some i haven’t written for in a while, some i won’t be writing for again, but i still have quite a bit i want to revisit in the future

dc: spring

chang ge xing: lay in your echo

cang lan jue: i loved and i loved and i lost you

euphoria: as it was

atsv: beggin’ for thread

cod: that human, that demon

😎 What fics do you prefer on a scale of canon compliant to wildly original?

i tend to prefer canon divergence fics, though it does depend on the fandom a bit. i’m more willing to read alternate universe fics for some fandoms than others. for example, hardly ever read a wonderbat au (e.g. where batman/wonder woman don’t exist), but i’m always down for a wildly original cod au

💛 What is the most impactful lesson you’ve learned about writing?

what’s authentic to you is better than what’s popular to everyone else

follow where the passion is; that kind of motivation is fleeting, so capitalize on it

creating works that make you proud to be the person who has written them into existence is always the goal, not a specific amount or type of engagement

want to internalize the “write for yourself” advice? experiencing what it entails to write for a fandom/ship that has <20 fics is the way to do it

[cedarmoons]

By care of Varric, a letter finds its way to Ariala Lavellan's desk. The envelope is plain parchment, with a wax seal that seems like it was stolen from Commander Cullen's desk. In alternating handwriting (shaky to the point of being unreadable, then blocky and deliberate as if written with spiteful patience) littered with shorthand, it reads: "To Inq L - We apprec. your good will & patience. Cullen still worm w/o spine, much fun to argue. My lttl brother humiliated - does nt like Cul, but" 1/2

2/2 “but he – IS A PROUD THING. WE’RE SORRY FOR THE DAMAGE TO YOUR TAVERN, AND HOPE THIS SIZEABLE DONATION TO YOUR CAUSE WILL COVER THE COST, AND THEN SOME. HOPEFULLY TO ADD TO LIBRARY - OUR DAUGHTER, TARAN, ENJOYED IT. HUNT WELL.” It is signed “V. F. T. E. & C. Hawke” with a baby’s handprint in the corner smearing up from the inky corner where the ink well apparently spilled. The letter accompanies a truck of gold bouillon from Kirkwall’s treasury. 

*

Ariala knows she is not awake enough to even attempt to read this. She squints at the scrawling writing, then looks up at Josephine, who stands in front of her desk with her hands clasped.

“You look immaculate as usual, Josie,” she says. Josephine smiles for the first time that morning and dips her head. Ariala sighs, massaging her forehead as she looks back down at the letter. “So… what’s this about damage to the tavern?”

“You might want to see it for yourself,” Josephine says, delicately. Ariala mutters a curse under her breath and drops the letter, rubbing her hands over her face. Josephine takes the letter and neatly folds it back into the stack of papers on her clipboard. “But the funds that Messere Hawke provided will be more than enough for any and all repairs.”

“Was Bull involved?”

“Witnesses allege yes. It was apparently a friendly spar that… shall we say… quickly grew out of hand. Cullen was involved. He has refused to see either Leliana or me, but Jim reports he has a black eye.”

“Creators.” Ariala stifles a yawn. “When is Hawke leaving? I don’t want to kick her out, but, uh…”

“I have asked Master Tethras that very same question,” Josephine replies primly, her smile shifting into something less strained. “He assured me their departure would occur within the week, and that they have already ordered more gold as further apologies for the damage to the tavern.”

Within the week. That was doable, but they’d have to keep an eye on the Kirkwall crew until they left again. After Josephine leaves, Ariala cleans her teeth and gets dressed, then goes downstairs to the rotunda.

Solas is already awake. She pads over with soundless footsteps, greeting him with a mwah on his shoulder and her arms wrapping around his waist. He does not startle, but does turn his head slightly. She rewards him by straining up on her tiptoes and kissing his cheek.

“I’m so grateful for you,” she tells him. He arches an eyebrow, a wordless question, and she says, “I know you’ll never destroy my tavern.”

He asks no questions, but leans into her touch with a soft chuckle. He turns in her hold, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her close, and they stay like that for a little while, quiet and tender in their own solitude.

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We forged a pact in dip spit and hunting compound bows!! The length and breadth of our connection is as unstoppable as ‘Life is a Highway’ once it gets stuck in your head!!! WHAT’S DONE CAN NEVER BE UNMADE, SO SHALL IT EVER BE.

we go down together or not at all

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i wrote an eight thousand word essay about how gay outlast: whistleblower is and then i spent a month making a video essay for it. plz watch n share thx xo

[eveninglottie]

wip game

The Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Send an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

so I don’t think my wips actually work for this meme but I still wanna post about all the shit I’ve been working on because that’s fun and I crave validation. I’ll divide them into fandom and original work.

fandom

a sordid affair - critical role (perc’ahlia) modern au 47k

cosmology - voltron (sheith) a season 7/8 rewrite 44k

ascendant - dragon age (solas/inquisitor) a retelling?? at this point idk what it is 519k

wilder hearts and weary hands - hobbit/lotr (bagginshield) fem!bilbo retelling 225k

darkling - harry potter (drarry) post-war fey master of death soul mate stuff 159k

riven - voltron (sheith) another whole ass au retelling what am I doing 193k

original

adderhawk - a dark political fantasy about forbidden romance and the divine right of rulers 26k

defiance of the light - three kingdoms at war and the young women who rule them (also fire, krakens, and gunpowder) 41k

voidborne - a steampunk victorian horror about gang warfare and choosing your own destiny 71k

the devourers - urban fantasy cosmic horror/noir about a scooby gang solving crimes and Being Known 16k

halcyon city - cyberpunk queer king arthur retelling about recursive memory and the fine line between hero and villain 27k

song of sunder - very much my love letter to d&d, high fantasy group of found family adventurers save the world 52k

cardinal sins - post-apocalyptic biblical dark fantasy about angels and demons and eldritch abominations 39k

[unnamed space opera] - basically me doing Jupiter Ascending/Star Wars and making it work 12k

entropy redux - biopunk gritty high science fantasy Lesbians in Space 62k

in the garden of blood and beasts - dark fey romance meets Howl’s Moving Castle meets wizards at war meets magic school 21k

seeing all of this laid out kind of makes me want to punch myself in the face but I guess it’s nice to have proof that while I’ve gotten almost nothing done I’ve at least been doing something. also, this does not count all the fics or original projects I scrapped because they weren’t working/I didn’t want to keep working on them. 

@salexectria thank you for the tag even though I feel a little like nosferatu getting slammed by sunlight <3 

I tag @heysales, @luzial, @unseeliequeens, @wardsarefunctioning, @playwithdinos, @vide0-nasties, @idrelle-miocovani, @deleriumofyou, @saessenach and anyone else who wants to do this

also feel free to ask me about any of these, especially my fics (if you wanna ask about the original stuff fucking go for it as well)

[snail-eggs]

8, 9, 10 FOR THE WEIRD ASK MEME HA CHA CHA 💃🕺🏻👯👯‍♀️👯‍♂️🪩

Who listens to Weezer?

Vanessa… her playlist is all death grips and like JPEGMAFIA and then there’s just a weezer song in the mix. she’s not allowed to have the aux because of it.

Who would, in the situation of little to no money would immediately resort to selling their own (or someone else's) kidney?

it’s not even funny how many of my OCs would do this. Six immediately comes to mind; she’s willing to sell her own but if she can’t for whatever reason, she’s out on the prowl for a kidney, baby.

Daena would sell anything if she was genuinely in a dire situation money wise and Xixi’s not above a little black market organ trafficking.

Who would take several bites from a fruit before realizing it's a fake decorative fruit

Juno. She’s not paying attention on the first like two bites and then takes another three to confirm it’s decorative. After that she kinda just. Keeps it. She’s too scared to have anyone find out she got that far into a decorative apple before realizing.

Gaz would never let her live it down if he found out.

Stupid and highly specific oc questions