Crabs with Fics (among other things)

Jacs or Jay (nonbinary woman | she/they) Expect shenanigans and tomfoolery. Dragon Age, Baldurs Gate, fantasy books and whatever strikes my fancy really. On Ao3 as CrabsWithSticks :) Icon by Risoria

[crabs-with-sticks]

Check out fanfic I've written here on my ao3

I have a prompt list for Dragon age here

I also do art!

Find my Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle Stuff here

My main OCs right now include: Ghilara Lavellan, Kytharia Mercar, Electra de Riva, Mara Tabris , Slate (BG3) , and Mithrian

[mogwaei]

It's all consuming love with them

[tall]

[theresa-draws]

solavellan

i’m also on twitter & insta just in case this place implodes on itself

[lotrmusical]

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

[lotrmusical]

the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm

[id: tumblr tags reading 'dude This Fucking Rules', 'holy fucking shit! that was legit so cool?', 'holy shit that is fucking metal', 'oh this fucks severely', 'yeah no this fucking SLAPS', 'yo this RULES']

[memento-morri-writes]

can confirm this does fucking slap.

[the-insan1ty-clause]

oh yeah that fucking slaps

[drethelin]

Song of the Worm

Cook, Eliza (1818 - 1889)

THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain

In the field that is stored with its millions of slain;

The charnel-grounds widen, to me they belong,

With the vaults of the sepulchre, sculptured and strong.

The tower of ages in fragments is laid,

Moss grows on the stones, and I lurk in its shade;

And the hand of the giant and heart of the brave

Must turn weak and submit to the worm and the grave.

Daughters of earth, if I happen to meet

Your bloom-plucking fingers and sod-treading feet--

Oh! turn not away with the shriek of disgust

From the thing you must mate with in darkness and dust.

Your eyes may be flashing in pleasure and pride,

'Neath the crown of a Queen or the wreath of a bride;

Your lips may be fresh and your cheeks may be fair--

Let a few years pass over, and I shall be there.

Cities of splendour, where palace and gate,

Where the marble of strength and the purple of state;

Where the mart and arena, the olive and vine,

Once flourished in glory; oh! are ye not mine?

Go look for famed Carthage, and I shall be found

In the desolate ruin and weed-covered mound;

And the slime of my trailing discovers my home,

'Mid the pillars of Tyre and the temples of Rome.

I am sacredly sheltered and daintily fed

Where the velvet bedecks, and the white lawn is spread;

I may feast undisturbed, I may dwell and carouse

On the sweetest of lips and the smoothest of brows.

The voice of the sexton, the chink of the spade,

Sound merrily under the willow's dank shade.

They are carnival notes, and I travel with glee

To learn what the churchyard has given to me.

Oh! the worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain,

For where monarchs are voiceless I revel and reign;

I delve at my ease and regale where I may;

None dispute with the worm in his will or his way.

The high and the bright for my feasting must fall--

Youth, Beauty, and Manhood, I prey on ye all:

The Prince and the peasant, the despot and slave;

All, all must bow down to the worm and the grave.

[loveridden1999]

[brambeag]

mythals chosen on a southern scouting mission

[crabs-with-sticks]

Ghilara Lavellan upon the discovery of a new friend

+ Solavellan alt

[mergreze-art]

sorry not sorry

[lonicera-caprifolium]

((Happy February, everyone! ❤))

[crabs-with-sticks]

Sapphic Week Day 5: First Times

Or: Electra de Riva repressed sapphic finally gets kissed by a girl (and proceeds to get her entire world shaken) >:3

Teia deserves to give Electra a sexual awakening. As a treat.

@dragonagesapphicweek

[scissorsaint]

blood magic isn’t even that big of a deal you guys are just sensitive

[psychotic-gerard]

love seeing revisionism in the wild “free the nipple never meant you can walk around topless every where that’s still sexual harassment it just meant for like breastfeeding and stuff”no it literally means you should be able to walk around topless anywhere because get this. breasts aren’t fucking sexual organs.

[roguebombshell]

I remember when I was about 12, I watched a show on TLC that followed people as they got somewhat uncommon medical procedures.

There was one episode with a trans woman getting different gender-affirming operations, including breast implants. It showed the procedure, and (what I found so fascinating that it's stuck with me for decades), as soon as the doctor put the implant in, a censor blur popped up on the nipple.

And you just know there was a meeting between the TLC lawyers and the editors and producers of the show to discuss what the difference was between a "man nipple" (can be shown) and a "woman nipple" (no no must obscure, 'tis naughty). And they decided that as soon as the implant goes in and the nipple has more mass behind it, that's the moment when it becomes a woman's nipple and must be hidden to comply with TV rules.

But it's the same nipple. On the same person. I know what it looks like; I just saw it. But TV and obscenity rules are rules, and the rules say woman nipple = sexual and therefore explicit, but man nipple = neutral, just fine.

"Free the Nipple" was calling out arbitrary bullshit like that, because someone just existing with their body parts should not be considered obscene, and the double standard that men can be topless but women can't is so blatantly ridiculous. All nipples are just nipples. If you get turned on or bothered by them, that's on you.

[tlirsgender]

We need more women characters who are Male Protagonists. You know. Slightly haggard. She's splashing cold water on her face and gripping the edge of the sink staring in the mirror for a minute. She's coping badly with her deadwife

[tlirsgender]

Ok listen I get that people tagging posts with men is a rule of physics on this hellsite but it's kind of bizarre how badly some of you have failed the assignment on this one. A generic male protagonist archetype who is a man is nothing. That's just the normal cliche I'm talking about subverting. What?

[tlirsgender]

Like if you are For Serious headcanoning your blorbo as a trans woman I am kissing you on the head. But I KNOW most of you are not doing that. Come on. For one dollar name a fictional woman. No being a loser does not make him a woman try again

[emmaxrosa]

you're a good boy/girl so do as father says and let me make you king/queen of the seven kingdoms

[slatewarden]

You will not hold us, demon. We found each other in this place and you cannot stand against us.

wanted to draw Wynne and also her spirit pal, so…tada

[should-be-persephone]

Gale is a human colored by a disdain for his humanity. He goes into detail multiple times about how his humanity is a dissatisfaction. He wants to go further into the Weave, to know divinity completely.

Mystra is the Weave. She is magic, full stop. This is explicitly stated.

But when Gale held her, kissed her, there was nothing there to touch. Skin more like marble in its flawlessness. Eyes more like crystal in their luminance. She always smelled of sharp rosewater, always tasted of mild sweetness. Never a hint of sweat, of saliva, of any of the unclear oils and bacterias that infest the mortal form.

Somehow, I can't imagine Mystra ever laid with him as a man. Why would she bring herself low, to get in a human's actual bed? What would even be the point, when an ocean of cosmic perfection lay above?

Did it disgust him, then, to travel so high, lay with the very form of Magic, only to return to his meager human body? To be the owner of skin that smelled of sweat, skin that had scars and wrinkles and marks, skin that aged?

When Mystra cast his aside for his folly, did he long for the divine from the confines of his humanity? Did he hate the needs and limits of his body, the various hungers that cried out to be sated, when all his mind craved was that glittering perfection?

Mystra loved Gale's magic. Mystra loved him as a tiny expression of her own self.

Gale is his mind, certainly. His mind is where the magic is. His mind is remarkable. His mind is worthy of love. But this human thing, this temporary human thing that is a body, is not him in the same way. It's needy, and he wants so badly to escape from it into the divine.

And maybe that's what surprises him so much about being loved by a mortal. That someone would lay with him, Gale the man. Would bury their nose into his neck and breathe deeply the scent of him, would kiss the crows feet at his eyes and relish in the taste of his mouth.

Gale knows the touch of perfection, but the embrace of humanity has a deeper flavor, one that grounds him to the earth. One that makes him realize that flawless, perfect love is a distant thing, and inhumane thing.