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Stuff I Make:
The Masterpost for my Rook, Lethanavir de Riva
Make fic banners, put CTAs in your fics
How to write long fic comments
The Rook Story Time ask game + Thorne, de Riva, Mercar, Ingellvar, Laidir, Aldwir + Alternate Universes
My fanfiction on AO3
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One Piece: (I will attempt to remember to do this) One Piece, [full character name], [ship portmanteau]
I also have #text, which is me talking, #polls, #Lark is annoyed, and #reblogs (stuff I made I am reblogging again)
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If someone is doing things that don't make Sense, try to understand that it is entirely possible that their brain is probably under an enormous weight and fracturing under the pressure. People who have been stabbed will sometimes talk a circle around the fact that they've been stabbed because stress and shock prevent you from recognizing the distress you are in and what you need to do to seek help for it. PTSD will do this also. You will find yourself repeatedly jamming a bag of frozen fruit into the same spot in the freezer where it doesn't fit and keeps falling, over and over and over, focused on nothing but that bag. You will decide that a beanbag chair is 10000% necessary to your life. You will lose your entire shit because you stubbed your toe on a table and that means the whole setup of your furniture is wrong. These are largely harmless examples. People under strain will also hurt themselves and others. Cornered animals bite. And it doesn't heal the bite to go "Hey, are you okay?" But it might get you to an animal that stops biting, so you can start to heal. And before you had an animal that bit, you probably had an animal that kept doing shit you didn't understand as stress signals
Mental illness is Off-putting. Trauma and stress make people hard to be around. There are no perfect victims. If your framework for someone under pressure are people who cry photogenically at home in the bathroom or at night when everyone else is asleep and then wake up and act like they're fine then you will fail to recognize it when your coworker who's normally really nice suddenly blows up on someone for leaving forks in the company sink.
Everyone is going through shit. And it doesn't make it okay for them to treat others badly, but it also sometimes makes it difficult for them to recognize that they're treating you badly, like the person on the phone with 9-11 who no longer realizes that he's telling the operator about his day and not answering questions. When your friend of ten years who has a new boyfriend suddenly starts being a massive bitch to you about your weight maybe she's just being a cunt, or maybe she's internalized some bullshit. You don't have to take that, but you Can go "Hey, what the fuck?" And that is often more helpful than you realize. It is easy to assume that someone who does something cruel is acting with intent, but especially in cases where someone's behavior changed in a short span of time, they aren't, any more than the person who is convinced the beanbag chair is going to fix them.
You don't have to give people endless chances. But you should give them at least one chance. Because on your worst week, it's going to be you crying at your friend's birthday party because she ran out of chili before you got to have some, and you're going to want some grace for yourself.
All of this and also, sometimes you just cannot control your reaction even if it’s harmful or mean. Which also doesn’t make it acceptable to treat people poorly, but it does tie into the give people a second or third chance and communicate before deciding they’re just terrible now
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(Want todo the tell me Tuesday but having a hard time wrapping my brain around how. Stupid brain But I will get to it) My secret project is finished and just waiting for the all clear to share which now leaves me with so many wip in the wind that I'm like uhhhhh. So as one does, I will give you two.
First up somewhere in IW&HW boxing AU
As Zea sat on the table waiting for her physical therapist, hands folded in her lap, movement in her peripheral caught her attention.
A tall slender, yet toned man was greeting fellow staff and patients alike. An older gentleman with a smile that took over his eyes frequently if his crows feet were anything to go on. Glasses perched atop his head casually.
The way his dark purple button down clung to him tight enough to see he worked out, yet still loose enough to allow fluid movement. Collar popped open as a simple gold chain peeked out against the dark color. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows forearms tight and defined as each muscle shifted with every wave and hand shake. Black trousers completed his dark fit with a gold chain clipped to his belt loop and ended in his pocket.
Zea watched as his long legs sauntered over, unaware that he was getting closer to her until those very legs stopped in front of her.
Her violet-blue eyes shot up to his soft hazels. He smiled and her core grew warm.
"Hello, you must be Ms. Thorne." A warm yet suave voice graced her ears,
"Uh yes I am."
"Charmed. Dr. Emmrich Volkarin. I shall be your physical therapist for the duration of your care"
Second was formed from one of the canon ship question from @kogarashi-art here and has kinda taken over my brain a bit. It's a little of a me playing with Zea getting her memory back or pieces of it back.
The home was large, practically a mansion. Three stories with too many rooms for Zea to keep track of. It reminded her of Caterina home Vila in Treviso. They were shown to their rooms and Eddin informed them that dinner would be served in an hour. A servant would come escort them when the time came. With that the ambassador and his husband left Zea and Emmrich to settle and freshen up.
"So, I don't think the ambassadors husband likes me." Emmrich turned to her wide eyed and confused, his coat half way hung off his shoulders.
"What in Thedas, gave you that notion?" He questioned, completely taking off his coat.
"He was staring at me the entire time. He didn't seem pissed or anything just…"
"Just what?" Emmrich moved in closer, fingers caressing her elbow.
"Like he recognized me? I don't know. It was strange." Eyes glued to the fancy tile design on the ground.
"Indeed. perhaps we should speak to him about such rude behavior."
"No. It's fine. Maybe he was just surprised. The famous 'Rook' doesn't look like what he thought." Emmrich slid his fingers up her arms slowly wrapping them around her soft skin as he closed the space between them to just a breath.
"The famous 'Rook.' More beautiful and vibrant than any words put to parchment could ever convey?" Zea felt heat travel up her neck and settle in her cheeks.
"I highly doubt that." The small formation of a scowl began when he cupped her face with his free hand. Gently forcing her to look upon him.
"Then allow me to remind you just how beautiful, sexy, honest, vulnerable, and strong you are. To the world you are the Grey Warden Rook, the god killer." She scoffed softly. When he leaned in closer, lips barely brushed against hers. "To me you are my Zea. My heart. My love. My dearest, Zea." He declared between kisses.
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You either reblog this post and add something you're working on OR you make your own post with something your working on (and tag me in it) and I'll share it back here and leave a comment! It can be any kind of WIP you want, and it can be for any fandom or original work you like!
That's it, but please make sure to keep it before midnight! I do not keep track of these posts after the day they are published. If you miss this one, don't worry, you can always jump in next Thursday!
Also, if you're looking to share work that is finished/currently being published, please do so during my Bio(ware)feedback event, which takes place every other Saturday.
Of course, the taglist is non-binding lol, so feel free to skip whenever you want, and if you decide you'd rather be taken off, no hard feelings, just lmk!
And I’ll give also my many thanks to folks that tagged me in WIP Wednesday: @sandcastlekings, @woundedsoul12, and @zennihilation thanks so much!
And I’ll poke some people too, for very optional fun: @ofcrowsanddragons, @bygonesigh, @mageofquandrix, @juniper-and-dragonthorn, @mythals-whore, @jouskaroo, @himluv, @the-sparrohawk, @aetherflowers, @serialsforbellara, and @nevesserialwriter and anyone else who wants to!
Some TVJ I was noodling on idly below the cut!
She and Rana had crossed the bridge, questioning the soldiers stationed there on either side. The bridge guards were, they had learned, a tightly knit group. Assignment to the bridge was light duty, but required specialized training — necessary to activate the bridge’s defenses or destroy it entirely when called upon — so its defenders tended to stay in that role as long as possible. That had, fortunately, meant they could discern who was on duty during Elgar’nan’s attempt at domination quickly and easily.
Unfortunately, however, none had seen the escaped Venatori, at least as they’d been described. But many people, the guards had pointed out, had fled across the bridge. So that they hadn’t seen those specific people didn’t mean they hadn’t gone that route, only that they’d blended in. The docks by the military district had been similarly unavailing. They’d lost two days tracking those leads down to dead-ends.
Which left Dock Town tomorrow, and Neve had a meeting with Elek — who had refused talking to Rana — marked in her calendar.
The Threads didn’t typically dabble in the slave trade, or bringing people in, but smuggling accused criminals out? That they had some experience with.
Rana leaned her head against the wall with a soft thud for a moment before turning Neve’s way. “Alright. I’m going to get some sleep before tomorrow. You,” she said pointedly, “should too.”
“Are you mothering me?” Neve asked, amused. She stopped writing in order to look up and smirk at her partner.
“Hardly,” Rana snorted. “You’ve barely slept since you’ve been here. Coffee isn’t a substitute for rest, Neve.”
“Mmmm. I’m not sure I agree,” Neve mused, more to needle the other woman than anything else. Rana shook her head in disbelief.
I tag you! Alternatively, you see this post and take my open invitation/tag. If you want to be added to the tag list, reply to or reblog this post letting me know!
You either reblog this post and add something you're working on OR you make your own post with something your working on (and tag me in it) and I'll share it back here and leave a comment! It can be any kind of WIP you want, and it can be for any fandom or original work you like!
That's it, but please make sure to keep it before midnight! I do not keep track of these posts after the day they are published. If you miss this one, don't worry, you can always jump in next Thursday!
Also, if you're looking to share work that is finished/currently being published, please do so during my Bio(ware)feedback event, which takes place every other Saturday.
Of course, the taglist is non-binding lol, so feel free to skip whenever you want, and if you decide you'd rather be taken off, no hard feelings, just lmk!
huzzah, hurray! I'm on timeeee!!! ( I hope!) I am neck deep in my davrook week endeavours. Thank you for the tag @hyperions-light!!
"Davrin, Davrin, Davrin, Davrin, Davrin," Tofana chuckles indulgently before fixing him with a look best reserved for recruits prone to exceptional flights of whimsy. "You can't really think you'd win."
Davrin smirks, taking a sip of his whiskey. The crackling fire dances warmth and light into the amber liquid, lighting up the kitchen walls in sunset kaleidescopes. Pretty. "I think you're avoiding the truth by wearing my name out."
Tofana slices a glance in his direction, all that amber toying with their eyelashes. "Oh?" they ask, voice slanting. "Most people—"
He tips his drink toward them and leans back in his chair. "I'm not most people."
"What you are," they counter, "is cocky."
The warriors survey each other, finding comfort in the bravado of a first encounter. They never did get the chance to size each other up, and Davrin watches them tug their gloves snug with a keen interest.
"Confident," he corrects gently.
The syllables feel strange, after yesterday. It doesn't matter. Whatever he is, he's ready. But killing doesn't forge a leader, and unready command made for a lopsided fit.
A little like wearing your father's gloves.
Some things are just too big for you.
They'd faltered at first, failed to meet the moment head on. But Tofana made good in the moment that followed, and Davrin found his faith in a facial expression.
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