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ok in no particular order

A Patient Teacher - hans/henry/bartosch, explicit

yes this one is very recent and tbh i am. STILL going insane about it. AND ABOUT PINA'S ART ABOUT IT!!! idk what to even say about like i think it speaks for itself LMAO i feel like i did a very solid job balancing Hotness with Character Study and also indulging in being insane. idk gang i cooked with this one!!!! iunno what to say!!!!! three course meal at LEAST!!!!!

Birdsong Devotionals - hansry, experimental vignette character study

i really like this one........... i think the idea was solid and the execution was also solid. double character study of hans and henry via how hans views henry through the lens of the different smells hans notices. very out-there concept but it was so much fun writing, and i really enjoyed challenging myself to Keep It Short and not fucking YAP like i always do. and i think i broke out some real nice poetic language in there. i like it a lot!!!!!!

A Consideration of Teeth - hansry, explicit

cooked with this one too lmao, this ripped itself out of me like the fucking chestburster from alien. genuinely felt deranged while writing it. felt POSSESSED. came out real good tho! if the smut isn't a character study is it even any good. i think the fuck not. more character studies should include armor kink i think

That Which Dies Last - hansry, speculative kcd3 longfic

trying to write the next chapter for this right now LMAO......... the fic that got me writing again!!!!! the first chapters are kinda Rough imo, i was still getting the Gunk out of me, but i think it picks up and hits its stride around chapter 5 (i had a lot of Gunk to get out). i think i especially did a really good job with hans' wedding and with jitka........idk i'm having fun!!! i think it's fun :)

Iced Out! - hansry, hockey au, pre-relationship

Taaaass!! That was quick lol

Tagged by: @queenaeducan Tagging: @bardic-inspo @astreamofstars @morganaseren @thedarkstrategist @istibaethoriel @rhysintherain @0ccuria @gothyanki @dungeonsdragonsandlawyers @babygurltash @eluvisen (I tag folks who have liked this post over here! Following me and want to be tagged in other work-sharing memes like this? Drop a like there! <3 And if you don’t want to be tagged anymore just unlike the post. c: ) Opening section of the new Jaheira/Khalid fic I've started working on, which has turned out to be a big sucker and for which I have been really enjoying expanding the personalities of the Harper squad I've created for their early adventures. :D Astute Khalid-knowledgable readers (to whom I haven't already rambled about this fic) may be able to guess the context for this scene. XD

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Jaheira hisses with pain, fisting her fingers into the thin sheet draped over the medical cot.

"Aye, I know," mumbles Reeda. The young halfling cleric has the tip of her tongue stuck out between her lips, her eyes narrowed with concentration as she delivers another healing spell into the wound in Jaheira's gut. "If ye'd fallen back an' come t' me when the blow was first struck, this would be hells of a lot easier. Ma’am," she adds as a distracted afterthought.

Jaheira grunts. "The battle needed finishing," she mutters through gritted teeth. The words are a little slurred from bloodloss, undermining any attempt at bravado.

"Spoken like a Harper," Reeda quips dryly, not looking up. “I know damn well there wasn’ even supposed t’ be a fight. Commander Vartan said--”

yes, of course, how could I say no to my beloved (Inquisitor Thora Cadash @queenaeducan) + small early sketch

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17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Before I wrote A Pot to Piss In, I dug pretty deep looking for Sera genfic that dealt with her childhood and Lady Emmald and was frankly shocked at how little I could find. I know she's a pretty niche character, but still, it's been a decade the game's been out! And the few canon details we have about her childhood are so interested to me.

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

1. Dragon Age - Solas

2. What We Do in the Shadows - Guillermo de la Cruz

3. Mass Effect - Mordin Solus

4. Fallout - John Hancock

5. The Elder Scrolls - Dagoth Ur/Voryn Dagoth

6. Critical Role - Caduceus Clay

7. Steven Universe - Garnet

8. One Piece - Sanji

9. The Wayhaven Chronicles - Farah/Felix Hauville

10. Arcane - Jinx

thank you so much for the tag @queenaeducan 💕

working title: gay solavellan isn't real it can't hurt me

This was the first fic I'd posted in over 4 years, having orphaned or deleted all of my work from 2015-2017(?). Letting people read my writing again was terrifying but I got so much positive feedback (especially from @queerspacepunk) that it helped me get my confidence back as a writer. I had a great time working with Ty on it as well and I rlly do owe them my life for their help with the dialogue and their ability to give critical feedback in a way that wasn't discouraging.

Kiernan and Solas are so very dear to me and it was so exciting to have a completed fic with them that I could share with others. Some good old fashioned h/c and mutual pining as the set up for a fic that's mostly centered on how people talk about and cope with mental health and trauma in Thedas. with april an ocean away | M/M | G | 1,828 | Adaar/The Iron Bull (/Dorian Pavus)

working title: ehsaan feeds his chickens

Writing about Ehsaan's specific struggles with mental illness has been harder for me than writing about Kiernan's because they're much different than mine, but I try to do a lot of research and the assistance I've gotten from people with OCD has been absolutely invaluable.

I rlly love this fic. It's much lighter in tone than for one to handle but thematically... at least kind of similar? I love Ehsaan, I love writing his pov because he is just. so tender hearted. and I love that when I write things with him, I'm able to indulge in a lot of nostalgia for the place I grew up. I am also learning that I just. love writing about people interacting with their pets. ain't you handsome when you're high | M/M | E | ≈6,500 | Adaar/The Iron Bull (/Dorian Pavus)

working title: Let's Talk About Mental Health Part 3

This isn't ready to be posted but it is mostly finished and I'm including it because I'm Excited about it. More h/c, more chicken feeding, and more animals with silly names, but this time there's smut at the end.

One-Word Writing prompts (still accepting!)

Never before have I felt compelled to set my thoughts into writing, yet I now feel I must.

Sulahn's hands have forgotten how to hold a tool for writing, and the small, brittle piece of burned wood is not ideal for the task. The letters are misshapen and cramped on the shred of parchment, ugly and inadequate; how difficult it is to write without the Fade! The years of slavery - two decades, by human reckoning (her reckoning, now; the reckoning of a mortal creature subject to the inexorable flow of time) - have not numbed her to the loss of the world as she knew it. She finds cause to grieve at every turn, and here is another: how even the act of writing has become a dull, lifeless task.

Still.

I have escaped. We live now as fugitives, vagabonds: myself and those I have freed alongside me, many of those who once served with me before the fall of Arlathan and Elvhenan as we knew it.

Before the loss of Dirthamen, but she does not have the strength to write his name. That wound, too, has not grown numb. Perhaps it never will.

They look to me for guidance I do not have. I gather them to me like a mother hen sheltering chicks, but I cannot shield them from the wolf - or the Wolf, though of Fen'Harel, I hear nothing. I do not believe this to be only my own isolation from the news of the world: Fen'Harel has vanished as surely as the rest of the Evanuris, swallowed up by his own scheme. But he is not the greatest threat we face.

In the weak lantern light - they do not dare risk open flame, not so close to human settlements, not when they do not yet know the lay of the land - her hands are thin and weathered, their strength little more than a memory. Her face, too, is lined with the telltale signs of time's march, and her hair, once black as pitch, has grown gray and coarse.

We have stepped into the flow of time's river, and from it, we cannot resurface; we will drown in it, as never we did before. If there is a way to undo what has been done to our world, I fear I may not live to see it done. I fear...

She does not have the strength to write his name, but she closes her eyes and sees him again; him and Falon'Din, as they always were. As they still are, she prays, somewhere deep within the prison built to hold them.