#fendaddy writes

Oh hi, hello, long time no see. Thank you for the tag, @broodwoof Some very gentle tags since I have been gone so long: @waxlyricalmoon, @amellderiva, @notyourmamasdeerbat, @myheartdreams, @idunnaldwir, @the-wolfs-ravensong

I have been away, visiting other realms and suffering in real life due to too much work, which is sucking the energy out of me to write (but at the same time I have started, finished or am in the middle of several WIPs, so my writing for the past 6 months was a journey), but here I am. Trying to push past this not-really-author's-block-but-something's-up, and hopefully sharing will somewhat help with it. Or at least it will help me lock into finishing the story I wish to finish the most instead of dilly-dallying with new fun plot bunnies. Of course, I offer you a little bite from Chapter 30 of The Dread and The Flame

Viper sighed, eyes trailing the horizon, sea before them crashing against the pier below, "He would not trust Neve." "She's involved with a Templar." Fenrel shrugged, matter-of-fact. "We have Tarquin." Fenrel offered him a bitter chuckle, "That's the whole issue, is it not?" She could not spare Tarquin a kind word, and Viper did not bother arguing it. He turned to face her now, and for a moment she could've sworn she saw a glimmer of blue beyond the blighted irises of his, "I hope you do know that I regret it." "It matters little now, does it?" "It will always matter to me." "Is that why you're saddling me with your legacy? A twisted way to atone for your regret?" She could've laughed, she could've cried, but the anger now was too dull, too inconsequential. Poisonous words missing their sting. "It's more of a hope," He said, sadness and firm belief in his voice, "You'd do better than me and would not make the mistakes I did." She could've turned to watch the sea, the one comfort she always sought after, but her gaze remained steady, meeting his eye. There wasn't enough time left for them, there would never be enough time for them, and there was never the right time. They were a lost cause from the moment they met, and their run was almost at the end, and only now, she realised what she should've long ago. On the spot, they would meet away from other Shadows, on the roof they would share a drink, or play cards, or lie down and stare at the skies, pretending for a moment they were just regular people living regular lives. "For what it's worth, I do not regret you."

Thank you for the tag, @depmode! I know I have said I wouldn't be answering tags during recovery from my injury, but this one? Yeah, I'm not skipping this one. In writing, I often forget how my fics have begun, so it's nice to look back. Gently tagging: @idunnaldwir, @virevas, @waxlyricalmoon, @sousukeaizen, @notyourmamasdeerbat, @the-wolfs-ravensong

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 fics (posted or WIP) and see if there's a pattern. If you don't have 10 fics, then as many first lines as you do have!

In order of recency: My Dreams Are Not Like Yours

Windows were imprinted by spirits of the frost when she woke.

Before Luck Turns

Boring—was all he could think of, letting the velvety sips make their way down his throat.

All Old Faded For Her

His bruised lips retraced the path they left last night between her shoulders, hand idly traversing the terrain of scars etched into her back.

verisimilitude

Verso Dessendre was unlike any other man.

The Love In Which You Linger

It had been a long way here from Redcliffe.

The Love You Want

It was beyond bone-deep exhaustion that dragged at his muscles once he finally reached the door of Wolf's den that night.

Faithbane: The Last Myth of Elvhenan

In the days when All Father's gentle guidance ruled our days and Dread Wolf shadowed over our people, an elf born of bastardy and blood of The First Born sought shelter.

sacrilegious

The empty chapel was a common and a lonely sight, and just what Rook needed at this early hour, stuck between night and morning. 

In All The Ways That Matter

Hatred came first.

You Are With Me After All

"You are sour once again" Rook, the constant annoyance of his now never-ending existence, quipped.

Thank you for the tags, @woundedsoul12 and @waxlyricalmoon!

Since I fell off sharing snippets as I write them, I will attempt to lock back in and share something I am working on this week. Yes, that's right, I am back in Rook x Fenris hell, the ship that floats on nothing but delulu and maybe two people who like it.

Gently passing the tag to: @virevas, @depmode, @amellderiva, @broodwoof, @the-wolfs-ravensong, @idunnaldwir, @sousukeaizen, @notyourmamasdeerbat, @5arcasmw

TW: bodily injury, caring for wounds, two assholes being themselves

thank you for the tag, @broodwoof!

I'll just say it outright, I am cheating because I have many favourite lines and I'll drop a few just so you know them too

From The Dread and The Flame, various chapters, just lines that keep popping back up in my mind every now and then. I should probably start tracking my faves somewhere because it is becoming difficult to track them down in such a long fic

Hatred was not easy. It was not singular. It took from you. It ate you up until hatred was all there was left, and she wanted to feel it.

“Distraction weakens resolve, and resolve is not something we can spare in a fight such as ours.”

He kissed her like she was his solace, like a kiss could undo every cruelty she had been through and was yet to face in his name.

He wanted her to withstand the world, and now she wished to ask him why he didn't show her how to withstand her heart.

For all the betrayals she was unknowingly put through, this seemed like the cruellest one. It's so much easier on the heart to be destroyed by someone who did not hold you dear. Did not hold her like he wanted to hold her. Like he would hold her.

“Leadership demands its toll, and grief is its inevitable price.”

Sometimes the choices were clear and weighted. Sometimes, they enveloped you and asked you to give in.

Thank you for asking!

I think I have written most of what I planned in a year, though there is this one WIP that was supposed to be posted for the last day of Dreadtober but I just wasn't in a mood to finish it.

It's modern Thedas AU of Rook and Solas as rival rock band leaders (think of the Veilguard as Maneskin and Solas with some friends as Sleep Token). It has a more of punchier more aggressive dialogue and overall different vibe from my other fics but unfortunately that means working on it requires being in a mood for it . I still don't count it as abandoned, more so, waiting for its moment to come.

I am a tag hoarder,

or

Time flies, and I did not notice how over a week passed, and they just accumulated.

Thank you for tagging me on various writing thingies: @introvertedfangrl, @notyourmamasdeerbat, @waxlyricalmoon

Here, have Solas yearning in different fonts.

From The Dread and The Flame chapter 26

He, alone in the low-lit shadows of the music room, in the early morning hours, eyes stinging from hours unslept, when he spent his night with his gaze locked on her resting shape, her weight on his body, the petrichor in the air, everything dozed with the smell of her. It was as if the scent was now saturating his marrow, flowing with his blood. Every mark she had left brushed against his clothing, memories he did not want to fade, not yet. Hidden just beneath thin cloth, the night was written all over his skin, the manuscript he dared to carry with him.

Another little fic to come out over this week (surprise, it's not dreadcar, but it's another lovely Solrook pair)

Sleep-tousled hair, creases etched into her skin where fur pressed against her cheek, eyes still half-lidded yet slowly widening to take in the view before them. He had seen their past, he had seen their present, and he was yet to see their future, but this was the moment he wanted painted on the halls of his mind.