i think about words a normal amount

Cin, she/her, late 30s, US Catch me on Ao3/discord by the same name: cimmanombagel Current fandom fixation: Dragon Age (but much love to Fallout/Mass Effect)

[cimmanombagel]

Hi Everybody!

Since I'm not brand new around these parts anymore, I got my ducks in more of a row for a fresh new, informative (I hope) pinned post!

You can call me Cin. I've been distracting myself from The Horrors by thinking too much about media and fandoms (current fixation is Dragon Age), and this blog plus a bunch of writing is the result!

Since the main reason I joined here was to promote my writing a bit more (been writing for 25+ years, only started posting it late last year!), check out my post that wrangles all of it into one handy reference:

All My Children Writing

I've also organized everything into two series, here are the direct links to them on Ao3:

Will You Halt This Eclipse In Me?

Covers all my published works relating to Maribel/Lucanis over the course of the in-game events of DA:TV. Not complete, will be shuffled around as more things are published because I'm STILL writing things out of order.

We've Got a Taste for One Another and a Few Good Years to Kill

Covers all my published worked relating to Maribel/Lucanis after the events of DA:TV. Also not complete, should be less shuffling, I hope, since I haven't written a ton of what I have in store for them.

Both will be reordered as needed as I continue publish works for them!

Alternately, you can follow along on right here on Tumblr with the cimmanombagelwrites tag!

Every so often, I draw! I am by no means on the same level as some other amazing artists here, mostly because I fell out of practice for a least a decade, but if you want to check out what I'm doodling, the cimmanombageldrawspoorly tag is for you!

I've been playing more and more tag games as time wears on. If you'd like on or off my list, you can swing by this post!

Some other tags I use frequently for ease of reference:

my oc: maribel mercar - about my (and Lucanis's!) best girl, the pickle-loving, good-natured if shit-stirring Maribel from the Shadow Dragons!

dollie dress up - there's some crossover here with tag games, but this is a fun way to catch up on what Picrew/Meiker I'm recreating Maribel in!

i just like looking at this with my eyes - art, pictures, GIFs I see in the wild and fall in love with and reblog. Nothing in here is mine, I'm just spreading the love!

other people's writing - other writers' fics that I really enjoyed and am reblogging!

askcimmanombagel - my asks are open, I have a few games reblogged. If you have questions about Maribel in particular, please feel free to use them, I'm happy to answer!

Please feel free to send asks, DM, or tag me in things! I love blabbing about fandom stuff of all kinds!

Thanks for stopping by! Hope to see you around!💖

[cimmanombagel]

WIP Wednesday (6/3)

Thanks for the tag @gatesofminrathous!

I'm once again in the liminal space of resting my brain after posting Torment and Torrijas earlier this week. Been poking at a few different WIPs between wondering whether I should really finish Before, After, Before Again already. Treviso Date Night has been weighing heavily on my mind too, since much like the piece I just posted, it's written, I just need to polish it, and it wouldn't require as much rework as T&T did. My usual Wednesday mantra is back in play: decisions, decisions.

In the meantime, have a snippet of what will be the lead up to Treviso Date Night (the pantry is just not the ideal place to smash for the first time), which takes place shortly after he becomes First Talon.

Rook bowed her head, scuffing a foot against the floor, the scratch of leather on stone loud in the heavy silence. She stared down at it, at anything but him. “What is it?” he asked in a delicate murmur. Though she raised an eyebrow in inquiry at him, she didn’t quite manage to meet his eyes. “I can read you too, better than you think.” He offered a knowing shrug. A soft huff of reluctant amusement escaped her, but the smile faded the longer he looked at her. She glanced away from not looking at it. “Do you think it’s wise for us to actually go through with this?” she asked at last, the words nearly a whisper. Lucanis hummed in thought, the slow drag of his palm over the coarse hair of his beard briefly cutting over the crackle of the few lit candles. “I have said from the beginning that this was not a good idea,” he said evenly. Rook’s posture went more rigid than the cabinet she leaned against, a frown furrowing her brow. There were no pithy comebacks about bad ideas on the tip of her tongue to lean on this time. Too much had changed since that last failed attempt. “I did not say I wish to stop,” he added, as if reading her mind. Her breath left her lungs in a relieved rush she hadn’t experienced in years. As Varric often said: she was getting too old for this shit. “Good,” she said, her voice suddenly strong as she locked eyes with him. “Because I don’t want you to.” That damned smirk settled on his face, illuminated by the contrasting dark halo of his hair beneath him. He extended a hand, holding it out to her in silent offer. And Maker help her, she couldn’t refuse it.

A bonus WIP drawing + tags below the cut!

Also I'm still thinking about the morning after Baby It's Too Damn Hot Outside and the ring it leads to. Aside from some polishing, I'm pleased with the setting. Still waffling about the shanks, and what even are cushion-cut facets. But it's coming along!

The gentle-est of tags to: @notyourmamasdeerbat, @rosha84, @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai, @bigshrimp365, @vixenofcadmea, @ripzaraschips, and @eiluned, and anyone else that might want to play!

If you want on or off my tag list, go here!

[orteil42]

Wait, you were actually born in the 1900's? Thats so cool

i am going to eat my own entire skin

[idabbleincrazy]

Reblog if you were born in the 1900's.

[avoiding-claws]

[gattobamboom]

[noorthehood]

getting comments on ao3 makes me go so power hungry like. oh yeah you read the thing?? you read the WHOLE thing and even took time out of your day to give your WRITTEN INPUT on it???? make out with me.

[raisedbyheathens]

Give them to me. please Your comments. I desire them

[zombiefishgirl]

I miss comments

[cimmanombagel]

Thinking about that Treviso date night WIP sitting in my To Finish folder and tried to take a screen cap or two for future postings, maybe. Did not anticipate Harding third-wheeling this hard.

[cimmanombagel]

Torment and Torrijas by cimmanombagel

Chapters: 1/1 (7282 words)

Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook

Series: Part 5 of Will You Halt This Eclipse In Me?

Summary:

“Rook,” he chided, setting a mug in front of her, more serious now. Then he paused. “Maribel. Don’t speak of yourself in such a way.”

“But it’s fine for you to do so?”

“You started it,” he shrugged, turning for the kitchen and retrieving the water that now boiled, then poured it into the press pot. “Either way, your response to a bit of torment was illuminating.”

The smirk deepened. Two could play that game. “Only under the right hands.”

Lucanis cooks breakfast for an exhausted Rook before working some things out.

Tags etc below the cut

The gentle-est of tags to: @notyourmamasdeerbat, @rosha84, @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai, @vixenofcadmea, @gatesofminrathous, @ripzaraschips!

If you want on or off my tag list, go here! (and if you don't want me tagging you for non-tag game things, please let me know!)

[gatesofminrathous]

Relationship: Lucanis Dellamorte/Davrin/Neve Gallus Rating: Explicit Words: 52k (Chapter 12/?) Tags: Real World Modern AU, Men's Gymnastics, Sibling Rivalry, Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Mystery, Family Drama, Humor and Angst

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Chapter Twelve

With each step Lucanis is cartographer and explorer both, mapping the three square miles from his home in terms never captured by Google. He knows which streets have the best tree cover and which need repairs for growing potholes. He knows which are a veritable parking lot of curb-parked cars and which have enough width to let him run on the asphalt to give his knee a break. Through months of run after run he has self-populated a mental map so complete that it serves the purpose he'd always hoped: autopilot, so that each time he steps off his porch his mind quiets, or some approximation of that, and for one glorious hour he can convince himself he's not thinking about Caterina or Illario, Davrin or Neve. Some days work better than others. Alexandria unravels before him like a carpet—not quite red, but welcoming all the same. It is familiar, comforting even as damp morning air clings to tacky skin. The only imperfection comes in the form of dark, low-lying clouds that promise storms in the hours to come, but they double as motivation to keep a brisk pace. It should be the perfect cocktail of distraction. Should. Lucanis blinks again and again like clearing dust from his eyes, but they are always there, permanent fixtures in his imaginings. Slender fingers run along the contours of dark, luminous skin and Lucanis is impotent to watch this play he has written and directed inside his own mind. A red light brings him to a standstill at the crosswalk, and he is so lost to the torturous scenes on repeat inside his head he thinks for far too long that the figure on the other side of the street is the symptom of a true psychotic break. "Y'know, if we keep running into each other in public someone's going to think you're stalking me."

[read the rest on ao3]

[oxalees]

happy pride month ✨️

[ofcrowsanddragons]

A late Illario/Lucanis entry for @dafuckedupshipsweek, clocking in at over 13,000 words:

"What's the matter, cousin?" Illario said, his voice too hoarse to properly turn it into a purr. "You've already told me my place is on my knees in front of you. If that's what you want, you only have to ask." Lucanis is the only person with the authority to kill him, the only one who will still touch him, and the only person alive worth caring about. Illario just needs to convince Lucanis that he's worth keeping around. Or, Illario tries to help. He cares less about the innocent lives at stake than about Lucanis's emotional well-being, which is only half the reason it goes poorly.

People Like Us Game of Roses, Part 1

Explicit, CCNTW

Tags: Cousin Incest, Seduction, Consent Issues, Imprisoned Illario, Blighted Treviso, Post-DATV, Fucked Up Relationships, Open Ending, Unreliable Narrator, First Time, Minor Choking, Blow Jobs, Deep Throating, Dissociation, Touch Starvation, Antivan Crow Politics, Protective Spite, References to The Wigmaker Job, Third Person Narration, Illario POV

Prompts: manipulation, power imbalance, and codependency. You decide if this makes them worse.

[hushpupper-deactivated20240118]

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t or can’t write the 50k fan-fictions, because of a lack of focus or motivation, or mental illness.

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t or can’t write smut, but are still lumped into a group that is almost expected to write smut. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who can’t update chapters frequently for maybe a multitude of reasons, and get messages daily from people asking for “their” new chapter. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who aren’t big name fans and hardly get ten kudos or one comment on their fan-fictions. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who stay up all night editing and rewriting and don’t get much attention on their work no matter how much they feel like they promote their writing.

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who don’t write a lot and are constantly asked to write more but can’t for whatever valid reason they have. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers who have the courage to post their writing online and only have it publicly made fun of for grammar or poor characterization. 

Shout-out to fan-fiction writers for writing their fan-fiction, posting it online, and continuing to do it no matter how much or little attention they get, and constantly improving as a writer with every upload.

You all rock.

[xkatchy]

Broad Satinalia Bang interest check

name credit to @opulentshits !!

The concept:

Page-a-day calendar for the month of December 25 writers. 25 artists. 25 smut-focused ficlets each with accompanying illustration

Would you be interested in such a thing?

Yes, as a writer

Yes, as an artist

Yes, as a reader

No this is stupid

Bald/explain in tags or comments

Remaining time: 4 days 19 hours

Please share!

[cimmanombagel]

Fam, I'm wondering, mostly because I'm torn: I have a whole (terrible, I say fondly) backstory for Maribel that expands upon the default Shadow Dragon backstory and is the impetus for her joining them. I've been planning on her revealing it to Lucanis (first time she's ever spoken of it blah blah), but like... Would it be better served as a whole prequel? For brevity I think the former would be better, but it's definitely enough to stand on its own. Porque no los dos, perhaps? Idk. Like I need another WIP 😂

[dellamortal]

Cole: Sharp thoughts behind careful silence. Spite pacing circles beneath them, restless and running and wrathful.

Lucanis: You couldn't have simply said he is irritated, no?

Lucanis (Spite): Hungry. Bored.

Cole: He likes when you cook. The kitchen feels warm instead of watchful.

Lucanis: That may be the first sensible thing either of you has said today.

Lucanis (Spite): More. Sugar pastries. Sweet. Good.

Lucanis: No. Absolutely not.

[cimmanombagel]

Torment and Torrijas by cimmanombagel

Chapters: 1/1 (7282 words)

Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game), Dragon Age (Video Games)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook

Series: Part 5 of Will You Halt This Eclipse In Me?

Summary:

“Rook,” he chided, setting a mug in front of her, more serious now. Then he paused. “Maribel. Don’t speak of yourself in such a way.”

“But it’s fine for you to do so?”

“You started it,” he shrugged, turning for the kitchen and retrieving the water that now boiled, then poured it into the press pot. “Either way, your response to a bit of torment was illuminating.”

The smirk deepened. Two could play that game. “Only under the right hands.”

Lucanis cooks breakfast for an exhausted Rook before working some things out.

Tags etc below the cut

The gentle-est of tags to: @notyourmamasdeerbat, @rosha84, @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai, @vixenofcadmea, @gatesofminrathous, @ripzaraschips!

If you want on or off my tag list, go here! (and if you don't want me tagging you for non-tag game things, please let me know!)

[cimmanombagel]

Shameless evening reblog

[broodwoof]

reblog if you are veilguard positive!

i've found my little zone in fandom that i'm comfortable in, but it occurs to me that others are still struggling to find the people who actually enjoy this game! and who talk about it!

so please do reply or reblog if you're veilguard positive and talk about it uwu

[rosha84]

Love this game - warts and all. ❤️

[frownyalfred]

me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you

[newskyillusion]

me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who hasn’t updated anything in four years: I think about you often and I hope you’re alright

[azrielgreen]

me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who wrote one life altering banger and nothing else: I hope your pillow is cool and your skin is clear and you find money in a forgotten jeans pocket

[jezebelgoldstone]

me, whispering to every single person on this post: please leave one singular comment saying literally any of that