#amstahan

Zolf/Wilde: You're either relatively new to the fandom, or you've been here for at least 4 years and have basically committed to these guys for life.

Wilde/Grizzop: you like Zoscar but wish there was more biting involved.

Zolf/Hamid: You like ships where the dynamic isn't so much "enemies to lovers" as it is "difficult and messy friendship to difficult and messy romance".

Wilde/Hamid: You just really like charming men in pretty clothes and I can't blame you for that.

Grizzop/Hamid: You just want to see that halfling get absolutely destroyed, and I can't blame you for that either

Zolf/Hamid/Wilde: You actually really liked the epilogues, thank you very much.

Zolf/Wilde/Grizzop: Your favourite rqg fanfic is Miri's Four Seasons Total Landscaping Au.

Bertie/Wilde: You're still on season 1.

Bertie/Zolf: You're still on the prologue.

Grizzop/Veseek: You have at least one @areyouokaypanda drawing saved on your phone.

Carter/Wilde: You are Tumblr user @crayonturtle or Tumblr user @knifemartin

Barnes/Carter: You're *still* waiting for that 18 Month Timeskip Oneshot.

Cel/Barnes: You want to kiss that sailor sooo bad... You want to live on a houseboat with him soooooo bad......

Cel/Sasha: You either really like Lydia Nicholas, or you just like characters bonding over a shared love of violence.

Grizzop/Sasha: You want to live in the woods and consensually hunt your friends for sport sososososo bad. You're also probably some flavour of aromantic but who knows.

Skraak/Hamid: You are clapping and cheering any time Hamid develops a new draconic trait. You have relistened to the second airship arc more than once.

Azu/Hamid: You just want Azu to be happy.

Azu/Kiko: You just want Azu to be happy, and you're sapphic.

Azu/Sasha: You want Azu to be happy, you're sapphic, and you can't listen to episode 125 without crying

Hello and welcome to Hamsterdam week, a week for content centered on Hamid and Grizzop. I had been planning this week for a few months now and it’s finally time!

Running from June 5 to June 12!

Prompts:

Day One: Arguments | Cairo | Accidental Confessions

Day Two: Food | Prague | Only One Bed

Day Three: Injury | Damascus | Fake Dating

Day Four: Relaxing | London | Modern AU

Day Five: Waking Up | The Garden | Arranged Marriage

Day Six: Fighting | Japan | Everyone Lives

Day Seven:  Time | Rome | Hurt Comfort

Rules:

1) All forms of content are welcome and encouraged! This includes fic, art, crafts, audio, and anything else you can think of! The prompts are there as a guide for anyone who might need them, and are not required to be followed. So use them if you want!

2) All ages can participate in this event, and content of any rating will be accepted. All explicit/nsfw must be properly tagged to be reblogged or added to the AO3 collection, the collection is moderated, so it may take a little while for your submissions to appear in the collection. Tag your works appropriately! 

3) Exclusionism and shaming of anyone’s kinks or headcanons will not be tolerated and will not be added to the collection or reblogged onto the tumblr.

4) Please tag any content you want reblogged here with #hamsterdamweek2021 if your work is not tagged with it I will not be able to find it and will not be able to reblog it! 

“i hate it, too, grizzop. i hate it so much.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan/Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam Characters: Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan, Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam Additional Tags: Missing Scene, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Carrying, Injury, Pre-Relationship, Hamid is Good At Being Carried Summary:

“You’re very strong, Grizzop.” He says, without thinking.

anonymous suggested: grizzop… picking hamid up………. (grizzop is small but Hamid Is Even Smaller)

:Dc!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rusty Quill Gaming (Podcast) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan/Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam Characters: Hamid Saleh Haroun al-Tahan, Grizzop drik Acht Amsterdam Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Weddings, Arguing, Love Confessions, Established Relationship, hamsterdamweek2021 Summary:

For you darling, there are no ors, only ands.

4. hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding

12. possessive hand-holding

23. holding hands under the table

27. passionate hand-holding

He’s not sure what prompts him to wander the halls. He could have stayed with the others, had enough wine to forget that he’s at a party he has no interest in, and contented himself with snatched glances of Hamid, the social butterfly, their ticket in here tonight.

But he’s never dealt well with boredom. And if Hamid’s not gonna come back and wheedle a dance out of him (he’s got very good at pretending to put up a fight) then he needs to put his feet into action.

He stalks through empty marble corridors, ears flicking as he seeks out something to eavesdrop on. He’s about to give up when he hears stifled giggling from around the next corner and he smiles, slowing his steps to a crawl and keeping close to the wall like Sasha’s taught him.

“Did you see?” Comes one voice, high and excitable. “He looks so good.”

Oh, Grizzop does love a bit of gossip. You can get so much from overhearing the right thing.

“That suit.” Comes another voice, deeper, slightly breathless. “I can’t believe how well it fits him.”

Alright, well. This sort of thing is always a little less useful, though knowing a person’s weakness could always be useful…

“He’s so accomplished now. And I haven’t seen him with anyone tonight, do you think he’s still single?? I might ask him to dance!” Comes the first voice again, a little giddy now.

“Why not?? Who could it hurt? Imagine catching yourself an al-Tahan!!”

Grizzop goes cold all over. A bit of his hindbrain flares, a possessive sense of want, take, mate, pack that he has to exhale slow and steady to overcome. No.

No one else gets to dance with Hamid but him.

Setting his shoulders, he walks around the corner and past the gossipers, making sure that they can see into the hall as he reenters, beelining towards Hamid. Once he’s within reach, he grasps up Hamid’s hand and holds it tight, smiling at the way his fingers fit so nicely between the pampered, soft ones of his lover.

Hamid jolts, turning away from his conversation and staring at Grizzop in confusion. There must be something in Grizzop’s expression that gives the game away because Hamid’s lovely eyes flare with interest and he turns away completely, taking Grizzop’s other hand.

“Thought you might want to dance,” Grizzop says, sharp and not half as romantic as he wants it to be.

“This is a pleasant change.” Hamid grins. “Yes, I’d love to.”

They dance through two songs, and he barely manages to make conversation through it, but that doesn’t stop Hamid from chattering away happily. It’s cruelly lovely to have Hamid pressed up against him, and he can’t quite parse it away from the mate, mate, pack urges. Once the song ends and the conductor signals a short break Grizzop swallows, holds Hamid’s hand tight and strides from the hall, pulling him along, laughing all the while.

He uses the hand to twirl Hamid up against a wall in a darkened corridor that he scoped out earlier, and fits a leg up between Hamid’s thighs.

“Good?” He asks, watching the golden flare of Hamid’s eyes in the darkness.

“Y-yeah.” He stutters. “Yeah. Good.”

By the time they make it back to their table, Hamid’s legs are unsteady and Azu is smiling indulgently at them. Of course she’d know. Of course. 

Grizzop takes his former seat and doesn’t let go of Hamid’s hand, folding their joined hands against his thigh under the table.