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[erandir]

Hello, I'm Erandir or Viggo. Librarian by day, fanfic author by night. Mostly I write novel-length stories about gay elves from video games. Ask me about my OCs.

Main Blog: @salmiakkivodka

A03: Erandir

Current Fandoms: Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate 3

What I'm Writing Right Now!

BG3

The Green Man and the Vampire - 25/?? Chapters Astarion/M!Tav A no-tadpole cozy fantasy AU about a hermit druid who stumbles upon a feral vampire spawn and adopts him like a stray cat.

I'd Give Up the Sun For You - 5/?? Chapters Astarion/M!Tav A game novelization alt version of The Green Man and the Vampire.

Dragon Age

In Omnibus Diis - 4/30 Chapters Lucanis/M!Rook Rook backstory and game novelization featuring professional bad decision maker Rori Mercar.

A Tree Falls in the Woods Gen, Davrin/M!Rook Various short fics about Aspen Woods: Ferelden blight survivor, Inquisition scout, Veilguard companion (or Rook sometimes). Also: Veilguard Companion AU with full quest line.

Completed Fics

Semper ad Meliora Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: M Pairing: Dorian/Lavellan (Idhren) Summary: Life story of Idhren Lavellan, from slave to magister's apprentice, Dalish First to Inquisitor, and beyond. Status: 33/33 Chapters, 230K + extras

Dragon Age Kiss Week Overall Rating: T Day 1: Morning - Lucanis/Rori Mercar Day 2: Tavern - Lucanis/Rori Mercar Day 3: Fade - Emmrich/Elias Thorne Day 4: Famous Landmark - Dorian/Idhren Lavellan Day 5: Battlefield - Davrin/Aspen Woods Day 6: Reunion - Zevran/Rowan Tabris Day 7: Celebration - Idhren Lavellan/Tainan Lavellan

[spinfins]

Assan is napping, you guys.

He is very good at napping. It’s one of the primary skills of a griffon after all. He doesn’t have any grown griffons to tell him so. But he has his dad.

“Come on, buddy. Are you really just gonna lay there all afternoon?”

“I’m gonna need you to get off my legs at some point, little guy, I can’t feel them anymore.”

“Are you going to leave any of that bed for me or are you going to just…sure. Help yourself. I didn’t need that pillow.”

Father’s praise is abundant and generous. Assan can hear the pride in it. He is a good fledgling. He has learned to nap well.

But it is important to have a community.

“Biiiiiiiiiiiiig stretch!” says the one who smells of forests and won’t let Assan in her room because it is ‘delicate,’ and ‘explosive,’ whatever that means.

Her eyes grow big with delight when Assan gets up. Front legs in a bow, back legs one by one. He curves in an elegant arch, and finally his wings in a great shudder that rattles his feathers all the way down to his lion tail.

He yawns and looks at his new friend.

Her eyes are very big. She’s sketching in her little book. “So cute!” she squeaks.

Assan preens.

“Hello Assan!” says Manfred’s Dad.

He is older, which means he has survived a long time. There are a lot of things in the world that will Eat You if you are not careful. Assan respects this.

“You’re a very good boy,” he praises Assan, and Assan believes him. He does not know about the nest of books Assan and Manfred have been building behind the bookcase.

Then Assan is raking his claws against the kitchen door.

The door opens. And the one that smells like Spite pokes his head out.

Assan freezes with his claws still inside the door, several deep rents decorate it.

They stare at each other. Assan worries perhaps he has intruded on the wrong territory. He does not want to upset the one who smells like Spite. The one who smells like Spite gives very very good treats.

The man’s eyes narrow at the markings in his door.

Then he nods.

“Sharp. Good!” and he gives Assan a bit of fish.

The one who smells like Spite also has very good claws that he keeps on his belt and in his boots and other places Assan cannot see. He is always sharpening them.

Assan slides down the door with several satisfying scrapes.

High praise indeed!

[belladonnabedlam]

Okay. I was on my beloved AO3 and I saw something that made me do a double take. So, now I really want to know…

What is your AO3 user ID?

I’m an OG user 5 digits or less

Six figures baby!

I’m in the millions…

Remaining time: 4 days 6 hours

I’m so curious to see how long people have been on AO3! I know some people have been on there since beta/invite only, but I would love to see what the number is on tumblr!

[sazandorable]

BIG FAT DOMESTICITY QUESTIONS MEME (ETA: I ADDED SOME MORE)

Do we all agree that thinking about your ship being domestic is hnnnnnng? Ok. And I want to do an askbox meme. But I don’t like all the questions from the two usual domesticity memes. SO I compiled both, reorganized the questions, took away repeats, tweaked some of them, and added more questions that I thought of, and you should feel free to reblog or message me with more questions to add to the list, and then also ask me ships with a question’s number and we can all drown in domestic feelings. Because domesticity, is why.

how did they first kiss?

who flirts more?

how did the relationship start?

how did they start living together? do they move? how do they choose the place?

do they have roommates?

do they get married (or equivalent)?

do they have kids?

do they have pets?

do they act different in public and at home?

big spoon/little spoon?

sleeping habits?

favorite non-sexual activity?

favorite sexual activity?

how often do they have sex?

what habits of the other drives them crazy?

how often do they fight?

most trivial thing they fight over?

who uses all the hot water?

who does most of the cleaning?

what do they watch on tv and do they fight for the remote?

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working?

who answers the phone?

who steals the blankets?

who remembers things?

who does the groceries?

who cooks normally?

who leaves their stuff lying everywhere?

what kind of stuff can be found around their place?

what do their cupboards or shelves look like?

what does their closet(s) look like?

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

do they have nicknames or pet names for each other?

how do they refer to the other in public? how do other people refer to the other? (i.e. “my partner”, “ask your father”, ”dad and papa”, ”how’s your wife?”, etc)

who is more likely to pay for dinner?

how often do they go on dates?

typical date night? out or at home?

do they celebrate birthdays, valentine’s day, anniversaries?

what would they get each other for gifts?

how do they spend christmas and new year’s (or equivalent family gatherings)?

who cusses more?

what would they do if the other one was hurt?

what are little gestures they do for each other?

do they know how the other takes their coffee/tea?

do they feel they see each other enough, or do they have activities that take too much of their time?

do they friend/follow each other on facebook/tumblr/livejournal/skype/etc?

(added) morning routine?

how do they make up after a fight?

[erandir]

Apparently it's @shadow-dragon-week

I didn't learn about this early enough to create anything, but I love a good character chart. Here's my disaster gay, Rori.

[insert-witty-user-name-here]

[dayntee]

I’m going to take this as the Pope enabling my multiple fanfiction WIPs and no one can stop me.

You heard the man, elf kissing is now Pope-approved.

[swagophile]

important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are

[most-sane-classicist]

reblog if you're also lame and weird.

[sourdough-seal]

hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god

[dragonagekissweek]

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Get ready for smooching across Thedas!

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[erandir]

Title: The Green Man and the Vampire Pairing: Astarion/Tav Rating: M Summary: A no tadpole AU in which hermit druid forest man M'keon (Tav) finds a vampire in his shed and decides the best course of action is to adopt it like a wounded animal. As one does.

From Chapter One 

When he at last manages to pull himself out of these spiraling thoughts, M'keon finds that his unconscious has brought him to the manicured green space neighboring the vampire lair. The only place in the city, that he knows of, where the dirt is not paved over and the trees do not have to fight those same paving stones for the privilege of life. He'd known that the city would be different, but M'keon had not imagined just how alien it would feel.

Even here the plant life is forced into unnatural order. Trimmed to convenient size or penned in behind fences. And no animal larger than a housecat lurks beneath the bushes.

Were he home, he could distract his thoughts by finding something to do with his hands. Tackle any number of chores around the cabin that he'd been putting off, prepare another batch of potions, or take the latest one into town, or maybe take Scratch foraging for seasonal plants. But there is nothing for him to occupy himself with here. Even changing shape will probably not help - everything in the city smells wrong.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[transformativeworks]

The TikTok Team is back again with a Tag Wrangler Hear Me Out Cake.

(YouTube link)

[transformativeworks]

Did you want the recipe? Bc now this exists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86327351

[erandir]

Fandom: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Pairing: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook Rating: M Summary: Flashback to when Rori entered his emo phase

The first time Rori was mistaken for a servant, he didn't even realize it was happening. He was thirteen, and it was a day exactly like hundreds before it. It was normal for him to accompany his mother on her weekly trip to the markets for everything the household needed. And to help carry some of her purchases. If he carried the majority of them now, that could be blamed on youthful exuberance. The regular teenage desire to be seen as strong and competent. That it freed up his mother's arms so she could better examine the items at merchant stalls and not ask for his input was merely a side effect. And when his arms began to grow tired, it was much easier to convince her to wrap up and head home.

They were supposed to be on their way home that day, except his mother was distracted by a perfumery on the edge of the market. The whole building reeked of flowers and incense. So strong Rori could smell it from the street, and he nearly gagged when they stepped inside. So when the shop's proprietor gave him a narrow, sideways glance and said, "Your boy can wait outside," he was more than happy for the excuse to leave and take up a seat on a stone bench across the street.

It was around that same time Rori began to notice other boys in a way he hadn't before. Like how the butcher's son had a single dimple on his left cheek that appeared when he smiled in greeting. His seat offered a decent view of that market stall, and while it was the wrong angle to watch that dimple appear, it was the perfect one to watch the older boy's arms flex under rolled-up sleeves as he went about the more physically demanding parts of the job. Rori knew he wasn't supposed to be looking at other boys like this. He should be watching the girl at the baker's stall when she fixed her hair, or something. But he thought there would be plenty of time for that in the future. Besides, he was just looking.

His mother emerged from the perfumery soon enough. Its stench clung to her clothes but was faint enough now to be pleasant as they resumed their walk back home unbothered.

The second time it happened, Rori did notice.

[erandir]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @stitchcasual Thanks!

I have like 4 WIPs at current (send help), so it was hard to pick what to post. But here's something from the next chapter of In Omnibus Diis, which is finished and being polished.

13-year-old Rori feeling a lot of 13-year-old angst and dealing with it in classic 13-year-old ways.

His hands itched to do something. His throat itched to scream or cry. At his mother, at the blacksmith, at anyone who would listen. Instead, he leveled his blunted training sword at the dummy and swung. The blade hit the rough burlap and glanced off. A sloppy blow. Scowling at himself, Rori adjusted his grip, his stance - back straight, arm steady, feet planted - and struck again. Better, but the satisfaction of a good performance was eclipsed by the frustration of its ineffectualness. He swung again, harder, but even a direct strike only dented the fabric. He wanted more than that. He shifted his grip again, holding the shortsword more like a dagger as he drove the point of it into the dummy with all of his might. Barely a snag. The frustration bubbled up to his throat and escaped in a yell as he drew back and then sent his foot into the dummy, his entire body weight behind it. The wooden support cracked, leaving the dummy standing at a slight angle. Rori kicked it again. The sound of splintering wood and the shock of the impact running up his leg set off a spark of morbid pleasure in his chest. If he could not make this thing bleed even its straw and sawdust innards - already a pale substitute for the real source of his pain - he could at least grind it into the dirt. So that's just what he did. Struck at it with sword and food and fist until the thing toppled over, and then continued until the worst of the rage bled out of his own body, leaving him panting, sweating, and looking at the less-than-satisfying results of his work. "I think you got him." So focused was he on his fury and pain that Rori hadn't even noticed someone else entering the yard. When he looked up, though, he was not surprised to find Valens there, leaning on the tall cane that had replaced his crutch in recent years. He assessed the scene before him with a practiced eye - the mauled training dummy, Rori covered in sweat and dust but not dressed for it - and then hobbled slowly over to lower himself to a bench in the shade of the house. "So, what did he do to deserve such a fate?"

I tag anybody who sees and wants to do this!

[sashasparrow]

not doomed by the narrative but saved by the narrative. yeah i know you'd rather die than keep suffering but the story doesn't actually care what you want. you have to keep going, even when it hurts. even being erased from existence won't stop you from being salvaged from the wreckage of un-being. get up. keep pushing. keep bleeding. keep living.

[gatesofminrathous]

there will never be anything as funny as the mutual disbelief between long form and short form fic writers about each other's style.

short form writers look at people writing 100k+ fics as though this is some sort of talent given as part of a fae bargain, that the commitment required shows some sort of ungodly mental fortitude.

meanwhile long form writers look at people writing 1000 word one shots like god I would cut off my left nipple to be able to say anything concisely. i would love to play with multiple ideas. free me from the shackles of this child I have birthed. i love them but I now must take them to t-ball and doctor's appointments and they're going to destroy everything I own.

[gattobamboom]