Iruka: Truth.

Kakashi: How many hours have you slept this week?

Iruka:

Iruka: Dare.

Kakashi: Go to sleep.

Felt like doing this to have them all in one place and because of a recent post I saw along the lines of "reblog your own stuff". I'll edit this in the future if I publish any more fics!

The Touch Me with Fire that I Be Cleansed series

Mature to Explicit, 106k total, 4 works. Follows the highs and lows of their relationship throughout DA2, DAI, Trespasser and beyond.

Suitable

Explicit, 7.4k. A little one-shot, fake-relationship thing I wrote while working on my DABB project. Hawke asks Cullen to pretend to date him so that Leandra will stop trying to find him a wife.

Butter Biscuit

Explicit, 44k. My 2024 DABB project. Silly rom-com and angst fest simultaneously, arranged marriage shenanigans. Cullen and Hawke are forced to get married in an attempt to appease mage-templar tensions in Kirkwall.

Before It Felt Like a Sin

"You could have waited inside, my dear Warden." "And where's the fun in that, huh? I thought I'd meet you halfway, save some time." "Oh, a perfect moment to waste that time now, then."

DA banner commissions for @thehangedmancreatives!

And weirdly enough you’re really good at this: making pizzas and dealing with shitty customers and breaking up fights in the parking lot and pretending to be Duncan’s cousin on the phone so the utility company doesn’t cut off the power. But running a store is a lot of work for two dumb kids, so slowly you start accumulating a bunch of competent weirdos to help out, like the nun who left her convent because god told her to help you make pizzas, and the elderly school teacher who just survived a mass shooting, and the guy the papa johns down the street hired to run you over. And really there’s no way any of this should be working as well as it is - you’re absolutely committing fraud of some kind here - but you’ve managed to dodge the landlord every time he’s stopped by, and the health inspector never shows up to tell you to stop letting your dog hang out behind the counter and you’re all still kinda looking at each other and asking ‘are we allowed to just do this?’ before shrugging again and continuing to make pizzas, until somehow, through a series of unlikely technicalities, your doofus coworker ends up on the ballot for governor.

some doods of the inquisition-era dao gang

STEN • THE CHARIOT

better quality 😭😭