have a Lucanis POV snippet that may appear in romance sonámbulo, as a treat

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have a Lucanis POV snippet that may appear in romance sonámbulo, as a treat

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While you imagine me to be something I'm not really, I'll keep on living until my corpse is all you see of me.
NSFW HEADCANONS - Ango Sakaguchi
(Alternative title: Ish simps so much over Ango that she's become an AnHOE)
Take two because my dumbass promptly queued and then deleted the post...
I've been thinking too much about Ango and I need more smutty Ango content so imma feed myself while I'm at it
(Also this is written based on a female/afab S/O bc my brain ain't working too good)
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WARNING: NSFW and very very thirsty headcanons
Trans!Kirishima having a dysphoric panic attack while redying his hair– Calls his Bakubro to help him cope/comfort him. Katsuki comes back to the dorms to a very messy, red bathroom, paired with a crying, shaken Eijirou.
At first he's ready to cut a bitch, but is so supportive and (subtly) caring for his best bro, after he calms him and gets some context.
family man
trying to get back into writing after about a three month break bc school is stupidly stressful 🙄 so i wrote an angsty poem lol
Title: family man
Pairings: Beatrice/Bertand, past Beamony.
Word count: 277
Summary: beatrice, after lemony.
ao3

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working on another chapter for noceur because all i have left is longing yearning and pining
“noceur - one who stays up late” for Rookanis from the writing prompt list 👀?
charlotte, you are my everything. thank you for sending me this - it’s driven me insane in a good way.
because it’s ended up being over 2500 words long, I’ve put it on ao3 for your viewing pleasure, but there’s a snippet below:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Were Ingellvar a mark, this would be an easy job. She’s hunched over something, paper and half-open books scattered on the ground around her like orbiting moons. A constellation of flickering wisps drifts in the air above. Some dart away and fizzle into nothing as he nudges the door open further, but Ingellvar doesn’t notice. Whatever she’s looking at, she’s transfixed. Oblivious. There’s the whisper of pages as she shuffles through whatever is on her lap; she pulls one of her plaits over her shoulder, twisting the loose end of a ribbon through her fingers as she reads. The movement distracts Lucanis, pulls his gaze away from what he suddenly realises he’s been staring at: the exposed, soft flesh that hides her jugular. He’s rarely touched anyone there without gloves on. Blood can stain, if a Crow isn’t careful.
He’s not wearing gloves now, but she’s not a mark. He does not have to find out how soft the hair is at the nape of her neck, or how warm her skin might feel beneath his fingers.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Her nails scrape against something. Something hard-edged and round. Breath catching in her throat, Orrenrook pries it out of her not-quite-mother’s stiffening fingers.
A gambling chip, the type a cad might use in a game of Wicked Grace. It’s the size of a gold piece and almost as heavy, and is the deep plum-purple of good wine. There’s something inscribed on it, too. Wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, Orrenrook squints down. The letters are iridescent in the lamplight, glistening like oil.
The Cantori Diamond.
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Two ancient elven tyrants are bent on the destruction of the known world and, somehow, Orrenrook Ingellvar has signed up to try and stop them. Antiva’s finest assassins may well be some of the very few allies in the fight to save Thedas—but Rook’s adoptive mother has been murdered, and all signs point to the Crows.
Will she be able to push her lust for vengeance aside, or will it destroy her—and the rest of civilisation—in the process?