Feather and Scale and Feather and Scale – Bonus Content
Female Human Rook x Lucanis x Spite - 52.4k, ongoing
Slow Burn, Weirdo4Weirdo(4Weirdo), Shadow Dragon who saved Treviso, Rook is a former runaway bride
Teen/Mature in the early parts up to Explicit after Homecoming (canon-divergent first time fic)
Tales (of Lust and Love) from the Crypt
Non-binary Human Rook x Emmrich - 22k, ongoing (on hiatus)
Hot and heavy, Age Difference, Mourn Watch x Mourn Watch, some Trans!Emmrich in here for fun too
Explicit throughout
Dungeons & Darkspawn
Davrin x Male Qunari OC (Lords of Fortune, Not Rook) - 45k, complete
Adventure Romance, Gay Awakening, DABB 2025 long fic
Explicit
Baldur’s Gate 3
Woven in Faith / Bonds Broken and Made
Female High Half-Elf Tav x Gale / Astarion x Rolan - 24.5k, ongoing
Woven in Faith: Paladin x Wizard, Tav is a virgin, Mostly Fluff / Bonds Broken and Made: No Strings, Aromantic Astarion, Same canon/Tav as Woven in Faith
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Soooo technically, this is not a WIP, because I just posted this, but I'm using the SSS format as my notification that there's a new chapter of "Don't Worry That It's Not Good Enough (Just Sing)" out now! Have a few sentences as a teaser!
It's Eddie/Volt/Reader (mostly Volt/Reader for this chapter), but nothing explicit, so I'll keep it out in the open.
It was an urging, a suggestion, a temptation to move with him. To give in to him willingly, to trust him to guide you. You did trust him. And Volt proved himself worthy of that trust every time you gave in to his guidance. You felt like you never moved more beautifully than when you were in his arms, and the way he gazed down at you made you feel beautiful. Like you held just as much sway over him as he had over you. A perfect give and take.
Also, this chapter comes with a companion playlist, because boy I adore daydreaming about dancing with Volt, and these songs definitely facilitate that 😌
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Screenshotted this from the official X account! Wishing everyone a happy disability pride month!
Whether your disability is visible, invisible, officially diagnosed, or you just know, you deserve to be happy and be treated with the same baseline respect that non disabled folks get.
The Shadow Dragons Cobra, redraw of the tattoo from the game.
Transparent PNG at the bottom.
Pilgrimage
Summary: After being smuggled out of Minrathous in a pilgrim's caravan, Gladius is recruited into the Shadow Dragons by a mysterious man in a cloak headed to Nessum on an important pilgrimage.
The stitches across his stomach itched in the heat. There was a dull ache in his knee that no amount of healing seemed to touch, but it was nothing like he blasted itching. The pilgrims had not been stopped for long, and already the stale air was making sweat prick out across his skin in the midday heat. Idly, he ran his fingers down the line of the injury, willing the slight touch to give even a little relief. Instead, he just stewed in the back of the covered cart reserved for the sick, elderly, and at the moment, one person recovering from an ill-advised exercise of their own pride.
Pride had been involved, at least in the injury itself, and not even his own. He probably wasn't recommending himself very well to the Maker, but he had always been pretty bad at sitting still for Chantry services. The priests were always so dull.
"If you worry at your stitches, you'll have to get new ones, and they'll have to stay in even longer," a low voice rumbled from across the cart as a large man climbed in, covered head to toe in a billowing, dusty brown traveling cloak. The style was popular among the pilgrims walking the entire distance to Nessum, it kept the sun off of their skin, the sand out of their throat, and masked them all in the same class together.
Pilgrim.
Of course, there was one person on this pilgrimage who couldn't help but stand out. Gladius didn't know his name, but he remembered the voice from that night. The man who had saved him from his own stupidity. And who visited each day to make sure he was healing. He hadn't talked much before today.
"Did we stop for water?" Gladius asked to keep the conversation going, moving his fingers away from the healing scab as he scooted himself gingerly so that he was a bit more upright.
"And the recitation of the Canticle of Penance, of course, so the burden of our steps is as a song of praise to the Maker," the man crouched down nearby and leaned over to look at how the gash was healing.
"Of course," Gladius smiled, and while the man's face was hidden in his hood, the crinkle around his eyes gave his own away as well. "So, when can I ditch the cart?"
"That eager to walk the road? Or just to get away from the unlucky faithful who end up riding with you?" the man asked in amused tones. "Sadly, you may be stuck in here for a while, unless circumstances change."
"The pilgrims aren't so bad," Gladius shrugged, remembering the older women who occasionally took a break in the cart at the end of the day. They often shared their food with him while they sat and gossiped about the other people on the pilgrimage. "I know I'm probably stuck here for a bit. I know why."
"You don't have to be," clear blue eyes regarded his solemnly. "Someone with your skills could find that they are very valued by those who strive for a free Imperium."
"You're talking about the Shadow Dragons?"
"That is what they call themselves," a gentle glow illuminated the interior of the cart as the hum of magic warmed his knee from the inside. "There is a lot of work to be done by those willing—"
"Yes," Gladius interrupted. He didn't need a recruitment speech, even if it was likely a good one.
"You don't want more details?" the man laughed, removing his hand as the magic ceased. The ache was gone.
"I know what you do, and I want to help," Gladius shrugged and gave a smile, thinking about what his father would think, a soldier of the Imperium.. His sister, toiling away as a working mage for the Imperium. Both wanting the place they served to be worth that devotion.
"It's unfortunate you won't be able to complete the pilgrimage then," the man said, as he pulled back to the cart opening.
"It is?"
"Of course," Gladius could have sworn the man gave him a wink. "Your injuries are far too severe to complete the pilgrimage. Some of the caravan will be leaving for Val Dorma, and your recovery will be greatly accelerated there."
"As the Maker wills it," Gladius gave a grin, and the man nodded his head and left the cart in a swirl of fabric that snapped as the canvas fell shut. Not for the first time, he wondered what sort of life that man must lead to effortlessly make that kind of exit each time he left, and decided it was probably better not to borrow that kind of trouble.
If half of what he heard about the Shadow Dragons turned out to be true, he would have have his hands full soon enough.
This is so silly but I'm watching a short video essay on sincerity in cinema and the creator is talking about how he watched Lord of the Rings for the first time at 17. He explains that he'd grown so used to the 'ironic' meta style commentary in the movies of the 2010's that as he was watching the opening narration of LotR, he spent the entire time waiting for the joke to come. For someone to take it all back with a zinger line. He listened to Blanchett describe and explain the backstory, and he waited for the other comedic shoe to drop.
And he kept doing it. Scene after scene.
He spent the film expecting someone to make a joke about how unserious things were or to break the fourth wall or do some other self referential type thing.
Now, maybe I'm just at that point in my cycle or maybe I'm too delicate in general, but I literally teared up hearing that. Straight up cried a bit. It is so fucking sad that sincerity and genuineness is being bred out of people.
People say all the time 'this generation can't take anything seriously!' and really, is it any wonder? Younger people have been trained out of it. You are no longer encouraged to be genuine or show emotion or be honest. You are actively punished for it. In fact, you are almost guaranteed to suffer for it.
That is so fucked up. I'm sorry to go on a bit of a random ramble rant but it's so fucking gut wrenching to see younger people lose that element of themselves. You can't express your passion without being told you're 'crashing out' or 'cringe'. You have to live in this neutral state of fear of perception, and god forbid anybody step outside of it!
You're told you should only consume and succumb and be ironic and emotionless and cool.
Listen, if you're following me and you're like.... 25 or under, let's say. Please. I beg of you. Do not fall for this rhetoric. Please, for the love of all things, feel. Feel and create and be honest with yourself. Indulge in things that make you happy. Be sincere. Wear your heart on your sleeve. Do not let this hyper-capitalistic, hyper-consumerist, self-centred, individualist culture take that from you.
Bleed yourself into the work you create. Live. Don't fucking let anyone tell you different.
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I have a gen X coworker who uses AI for everything. Everything. I watched her use it to generate an answer to an email from a parent asking if she could accommodate a child with disabilities in her program. When I told her that I, personally, would be offended if she used AI to write an email to me, she was surprised. She could not understand why.
My mom got me an "AI birdfeeder" that sends photos of birds to your phone and tries to identify them. Putting aside the fact that I am not going to give my wifi password and photos of my street to a spyware app--why would I want a computer to identify birds for me? My mom got me this gift because she knows I enjoy identifying birds. Do people want AI to eat their food and fuck their wives for them too?
Okay but honestly, this is a big thing I've seen whenever AI gets into hobby space since it's evident the AI bros aren't into the hobby they tend to push a product which justs removes the hobby from the hobby.
I'm in TTRPG and so much the AI encroachment has basically been;
Here's a bot to design entire campaigns, it'll RP the NPCs for you
Here's a character bot to make all your characters for you
I'm building an advice AI that'll choose what action/spell is best
And similarly in the book scenes, people trying to push AI that'll read books for you and sum them up so you can maximize your book reading!
I was at the gaming bar the other night and overheard a table of newbie D&D players who had used AI to create their character sheets. Even assuming the stats and spells aren't nonsense: why are you letting a robot tell you how to play pretend with your friends??? What's next, children taking turns reading out chatbot dialogue to one another on the playground?
Cool, so you want natural fiber costumes with no/nuanced corset slander, people wearing colors, historical hairstyles, people wearing hats or headcoverings and long sleeves outside during the day, no potatoes or pumpkins in pre-columbian Europe, actors with textured skin and wrinkles, minimal makeup, consulting HEMA groups and weapons scholars for all the weapons and fight scenes, a good soundtrack that includes traditional instruments?
Oh, you mean you want 100% white people. Even in crowd scenes in port cities. There's a different word for that.
chatgpt is a threat to the symbiotic relationship between fanfic writers and their betas. we are losing our traditions. eradicate the soulless machine and ask your friend who has a full time job and 3 kids to annotate your omegaverse fanfiction like any other responsible adult.
some viarookanis inspired by the incredible fic that @wolfmoonwildflowers wrote for me, which is spicy and tender and just so wonderfully and emotionally lovely ;-; - if you have an aO3 account, read it here 💖
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Hello hello, I WAS going to work on comic pages today but then someone in the Fade Discord server dropped this pic of a fancy shirt sleeve jacket thing
and said Emmrich would look great in it and I was like "hell yeah, it's been a while since we've done Emmrich Dress Up, I'll just do a quick warmup".
And then suddenly it was three hours later and I'd created this.
