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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Words happened this week, for me and the awesome @blackbirdofasgard who tagged me 😁 I've finally kicked off my next BG3 piece, which is another slightly-crack, narrated-by-the-narrator fluff/smut piece (in the same vein as Softness - Pure and Sweet)
Eilidh is left to her own devices in The Last Light Inn after rain forces them all indoors.
If you'd thought the Shadow-Cursed Lands couldn't get worse, you were wrong. Even here, it rained. The High Harper, Jaheira, brooked no argument about your staying outdoors. Road-roughened and pragmatic as she was, obliging of your usual insistence to continue under canvas, to save space for those in greater need, tonight her order was simple. Inside. Everyone.
It should have been a relief, really. A door closed by box lock not lacing, a soft-if-musty bed, and the closest thing you'd known to privacy since well before a wretched, telepathic little worm had made its home behind your eyeball.
Tagging @alliskit, @tynithia and @scoldingdarjeeling who were all kind enough to tag me in things this week. I enjoyed learning more about you all!
Thank you for tagging me @loki-is-my-kink-awakening! 🥰
Finally starting to feel like I'm making progress on the next chapter of Who Holds the Power. (It should NOT have taken this long just to make some progress; I cannot BELIEVE it's already been a whole damn month since updating 🙃) I am once again having fun coming up with OC background characters to drain Eddie of his power hehe (I'm sorry, Eddie 🥲)
The addition of even more damned new appliances around the house took its toll on him in a way that was to be expected even if he had been working at his best. But apparently the homeowners didn't care to consider such things before plugging in new things to use his power.
Mr. Coffee was a no-nonsense kind of guy. Whenever he came in, he tended to get what he wanted and then left again. He almost never overstayed his welcome. The clothes dryer and microwave were different stories. Adryana Spinetti was a passionate woman, and when she got heated up about something important to her, she tended to lose track of time and needed a reminder when it was time to go. Same for Mike ("don't call me Michael, dude") Rads, but somehow even worse. It wasn't that he was willfully trying to drain Eddie's diminished reserves of patience for socializing. He was just a little oblivious, always wrapped up in bragging about his latest surfing escapades.
Even with the more eccentric personalities among them, the newcomers individually would have been just fine. But all together, combined with the power needs of the entire rest of the house? Eddie was getting to the point that every single evening felt like he was on the verge of shorting out. Just a tiny surge more to push him past the point of what he was physically able to handle. Constantly teetering on the edge of blowing a fuse.
The endless ache and strain was drowning him, to the point he had no choice but to try something to ease the pain.
A little more of Eddie's slow descent into the grouch we all know and love 🥰
theres too many pokemon games where you play as a kid whos full of life and full of potential. there needs to be a pokemon game where you play as a college dropout who lives in a shitty apartment
your starter pokemon are trubbish, rattata and glameow. which symbolise the trash you keep forgetting to take out, the rats living in your walls and the stray cat you keep trying to befriend but it keeps hissing at you.
you guys dont get it its not supposed to be dark and edgy its supposed to be living in a mundane setting and slowly rediscovering the wonder in the world by going on a journey with a magical trash bag that is your friend, its about love and recovery and coping with the stress of your adult life with your friend who is made of sentient garbage
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re-watching the original trilogy is great because you really get a sense for how weird luke skywalker is, just how quickly he becomes that weird AND how quickly he commits to it. Like he's honestly pretty chill in a new hope, but the absolute INSTANT he figures out he can move shit with his mind he goes full send on the cryptic off-putting bullshit. Walking around in full black robes, speaking in riddles, aura farming and backflipping whenever physically possible. He's clearly annoyed when he first meets yoda in empire, but he dismisses that pretty quickly in favour of ALSO becoming an over-dramatic space wizard. The combination of his two teachers being yoda and obi-wan kenobi and him being the son of anakin and padme creates the single most intense and fundamentally kind force sensitive perfectly embodying the heart of the jedi order whilst also serving egregious amounts of cunt and being bizarre to be around. He would have THRIVED as a jedi master during the high republic. he would have been every padawan's favourite and every other master's worst nightmare
Thinking about the whole "there is no platonic explanation for this" thing and how it doesn't account for intense platonic situationships and anyways I think we should start saying "there is no casual explanation for this" bc really what we're talking about is the way the characters in question are Obsessed with each other
the bad thing about having unhealthy habits due to mental illness, is when you DO do something healthy style you can't brag about about it because then people will then know you've been doing it yucky style all along. Like you can't brag you changed your sheets or brushed your teeth because then ppl will be like oh did you not brush your teeth regularly before? Thats yucky disgusting! So you just gotta keep it to yourself. And be proud alone, I suppose.
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I try not to fall into the "I never liked their work anyway" ditch when an artist/creator reveals themself to be a terrible person
BUT
a feeling I do have and will stand by is "While I enjoyed their work overall I did have some gripes that I overlooked out of affection and whimsy, but now that my loyalty is gone and my affection tainted there is nothing holding me back from enumerating my many grievances, to which the revelations of the creator's shittiness may or may not provide a new and infuriating context."
There's an awful trend in reading that's this CinemaSins kind of rejection of abstract concepts and suspension of disbelief, that makes people say it's bad writing when authors use descriptions that aren't immediately one to one with physical reality.
Like it's bad when a "tattoo is undulating" (as opposed to... "drawn in a wave like pattern on the skin"?), or when hair is "wet wheat from a late Summer field" (as opposed to "sort of brownish light yellow that dries lighter, but is not actual wheat stalks growing on someone's head but kind of reminiscent of the color and texture"?), or when when ice cream tastes like midnight at the fair" (as opposed to "ice cream flavour bringing back memories of undefined ice cream flavours that are individually popular but always tied to a memory of late evening at the fair ground and probably smelling vaguely like popcorn and sugar"?).
Please. We have to get back to understanding abstract descriptions that evoke feelings and memories and mental images or things we haven't experienced yet. This hyper utilitarian way of reading and judging text is killing fiction. it's robbing you of experiencing things you haven't actually personally experienced.
Fuck it! It's my birthday, and if I wanna share way more than seven sentences of the leadup to some filthy, filthy Eddie/Volt/Reader smut that I'm working on, then that's what I'm gonna do. Enjoy! 😘 (Putting it below a cut though, for obvious reasons lol)
Unable to contain your desire anymore, a whine escaped your throat as you tipped your head back against Eddie's shoulder. In need of something to grab onto, you mindlessly clutched his leg outside of your own, your fingers digging into his thigh past the lines of wires running down his pants. Your composure was all but gone at that point; gone with every press of Eddie's fingers between your legs, with every impassioned kiss you watched him share with Volt. All you could do for some time was slump between them, feeling your face fill with heat as you panted for breath. When one of those breaths carried with it a near-wordless, desperate plea for mercy, Eddie and Volt broke apart from each other and turned their attention to you at last.
If your insides hadn't been all but jellified already, the hunger and lustful intent blazing in their eyes at that moment would have done the trick.
Volt moved at once to nuzzle along your jaw, planting soft kisses on the underside of it. "Not to worry, live wire. We certainly haven't forgotten you."
"You want our attention?" Eddie murmured just beside your ear, "You got it." His free hand resting at your waist dipped just under your shirt to draw idle circles against your bare skin, while his fingers rubbing between your legs picked up the pace now that he wasn't being distracted by Volt.
A soft whine escaped your throat. "Oh, fuck… E—Eddie…"
You felt Volt's lips curl into a smile against your throat. "That's right," he cooed, "Make sure you tell our Eddie how good he's making you feel. And in return…" Volt sank down to his knees between your legs, and your breathing hitched, face flushing at the sight. "…why don't we find out if I can make you feel even better?" he concluded, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you.
"That sound good, spark?" Eddie checked in, slowing his movements to a stop.
Despite how wanting his voice was, you knew neither of them would proceed until getting your permission. With that in mind, you nodded hastily.
Hopefully this makes up for no WIP post in the middle of the week 😊
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So many people who love generative AI don't have a creative bone in their body and can't imagine anyone actually enjoying the time and effort it takes to write something or draw something.
