Feral4Fiktion

Amateur writer, olympic doom-scroller Currently sometimes writes for One Piece, RDR2, Cyberpunk, and BG3 Desperately in need of coffee! <3 Ko-fi.com/feral4fiktion92530

[feral4fiktion]

I have wanted to write a certainFanfiction for years. Today I felt THE URGE. The complete soul-deep compulsion to open the WIP that is not only my oldest blank page with a title...also the one that I've typed out a page to and deleted the most times.

So now im a paragraph in after two hours and once again want to delete the whole thing.

[feral4fiktion]

Every time I do something good (work on a wip, finish a lesson, make the bed...exist when I dont want to) I tell my cat he's done a good job. Little guy may have to take a lot of naps in between, but he gets stuff done.

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Viago, when playing as Rook De Riva: you IDIOT you were my favorite fledgling why did you have to make a mess of this now I have to jump through all these convoluted hoops to keep you safe. Teia stop telling Rook how much I missed them it's not funny they could have DIED. also your room is exactly the way you left it please come home

Strife, when playing as Rook Aldwir: Why hasn't this weird bug i kicked out of our camp ages ago died yet :|

[nightmarecait]

Vorgoth when playing as Rook Ingellvar:

"HOW IS YOUR VACATION GOING? ARE YOU GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP?"

[feral4fiktion]

Me: TODAY IS THE DAY!! It's the first scene of montage that will span the rest of my life that is filled with productivity, healthy emotional connections, laughter, and success!

Also me: ooh, new tumblr/tik tok notification

[tiri5459]

Solas: WHAT'S YOUR TYPE Rook: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially Solas, desperately, as Rook bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Rook: Oh! B positive… Solas: I'm trying to but you're bleeding

[feral4fiktion]

I Choose You

A short drabble I've been wanting to expand the Teifling party scene. Mostly became an exercise in dialogue, but I needed the practice. I know it's been done a million times, but I had to contribute to the million and one.

SFW; no warnings, just Tav being a bit insecure/obtuse

gender neutral Tav/reader insert Tav

Also shamelessly asking for help as I've recently become unemployed (hence why I finally finished/posted this shameless indulgence); even cup of coffee to calm the demons.

https://ko-fi.com/feral4fiktion92530

The party was beginning to wind down, and you were coincidentally coming to the end of your own nightly rounds around the camp. It was something you’d been doing since day one of this adventure though tonight you had to admit was the first time you’d truly enjoyed doing so. Most everyone was in high spirits, Halsin and Nettie had happily healed some injuries that had been bothering your party, and the tadpoles were mercifully quiet since a few nights ago.

All in all you could enjoy yourself, and were on your way to grab another bottle of whatever was left/drinkable (the selection at the beginning of the night was questionable…what was left might be poison when mixed for all you knew), when you passed by the resident light haired elf’s tent and caught him scowling at the bottle in his hand.

“Enjoying the party?” Your voice jolts him out of his stupor. For a moment his scowl remains, but then he pulls what may be the most serious face you’ve seen on him.

“You know, I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I’m here…” A dramatic swig and enhanced scowl follow. “I hate it. This is awful.”

You and Astarion had not been seeing eye to eye since the day you found him on the beach. It wasn’t that he’d pulled a knife on you! If anything you had laughed about it when, an hour later, he’d mentioned that Gale’s introduction was “not the best”. He had rolled his ruby eyes and snorted something about at least being memorable. And he hadn’t minded delving into an ancient ruin and fighting burglars and zombies, or at least he’d been silent about it.

But the moment you’d walked into the Emerald Grove something had shifted. He was snarky in front of Zevlor. He sneered at Wyll and the kids, especially when you saved or didn’t mind their thieving. You’d heard him scoff when Nettie made you swear to take Wyvern poison. You soon realized he seemed to have a problem anytime you helped anyone in anyway that didn’t promise immediate reward.

You had thought leaving him at camp would help, but then when you found the monster hunter, and then discovered his vampiric traights…maybe you hadn’t reacted the best you could have, but you were already under a lot of pressure, and being chased by a vampire lord and offering your blood like a lamb to sacrifice had been just over the threshold of things you could handle calmly.

You’d still ended up letting him feed that night, but you’d had mixed feelings about it. Especially when you woke the next morning still tired, slightly woozy, and had to face a several conversations with goblins while trying to ignore that you could literally feel how pale you were.

Since then you’d mostly left him to his own devices, and the few conversations since were short and didn’t offer much to repairing what you assumed wasn’t a very good relationship.

“Really? Saving lives is awful?” You could almost feel his approval drop lower if the deepening scowl on his face was any indication.

“We killed some goblins to save some tieflings. The tally of lives didn’t change much. But what do I get for all my hard work? A pat on the head and vinegar for wine.” With his signature scoff he turns his head, surveying the camp as though they should all apologize for his present irriation.

Feeling a little tipsy from the previous bottles you make the bold decision to grab the bottle in his hand and take a much longer swig than he had.

“See what I mean? Awful!” With only a moment of hesitation he took the bottle back and drained it himself. Once he was satisfied he cocked an brow in your direction. “All I want is a little fun. Is that so much to ask?”

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system. Maybe it was the genuine desire to bridge a gap you’d felt growing with the vampire you’d genuinely enjoyed fighting alongside. But you found yourself asking “And what’s your idea of a little fun?” and almost instantly dreading it.

“By the hells…Sex, my dear.” For a moment exasperation took over his face, before he seems to catch himself and plaster his usual smirk on his face. “A night of passion…”

It wasn’t only the wine getting your face to flush as you surveyed the remaining companions around the camp with a shocked “Ah!”, remembering a night not long ago when Astarion had played a particularly gruesome “game” of asking which of your companions you would feed off if you had the same appetite as him. You could barely remember your answer before scampering away, hoping he hadn’t heard and you hadn’t admitted to anything anyone else would hear of.

“So…who have you decided on?” You ask casually, hoping to get out of this conversation as quickly as you had the last, preferably without inviting any follow up. If you felt your heart skip a beat and land heavily in the bottom of your stomach, well, that was the wine.

Your companion was quiet for so long that you finally had no choice but to turn to face him with some dread and curiosity. You were met with furrowed brows, wide ruby eyes, and an even wider jaw.

For a dreadful moment you both stared at each other in silence, until some thought flashed over Astarion’s face faster than you could recognize what it was.

“I recall telling you before you have more charm than you think. You, apparently, did not believe me then.” He stepped closer till he was almost whispering, but you could hear every word like a hammer in your head. “So let me assure you now. You’ve only gotten stronger since that starry night, and your charms have increased alongside that strength. I’ve decided…on you.”

There was a something in those ruby eyes that twinkled like a small candle peeking through a dark night; a certainty settled in you that he meant those words now, even though you’d been unsure on the night he referred to.

His arm moved up slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him, to one side of your face, brushing a hair back where it had fallen. Your eyes were locked on his, finding this serious side to be much more enrapturing than his usual snarky self, even if that side of him left you flustered sometimes too.

“Let’s wait till things quieten down. Once the others are asleep, we’ll find each other.” For a moment you could feel his breath on your face, his fingers brushing your jaw so gently, yet you felt it like a warm tingle that sent a haze over every thought. It should have been sending off warning bells, but you only realized the danger when you caught a moan just before it could escape.

You caught a quick flash of some emotion you hadn’t seen on him before he became his usual smug self again. If you didn’t know better you’d almost call it guilt, but you were too hazed to give it anything but a passing thought.

“Till later, Darling. Don’t let anyone else carry you off. For tonight, you’re all mine,” were Astarion’s parting words as he turned and stepped into the shadows with barely another glance over his shoulder and a small wave.

Like you could think of anyone else when your legs were jelly, heart was pounding like you’d fought the goblins again, and there was a ringing in your ears like you’d once heard when you were being sucked dry of blood. The party noises started crowding for your attention again and you shook your head trying to recover before anyone could notice their “leader” standing in the middle of camp with a mind far away in the clouds.

“I’ve decided on you,” such simple words, no doubt they didn’t mean anything and he’d used them thousands of times. As he’d implied before he was no stranger to picking up conquests among Baldur’s Gates elites. That knowledge didn’t stop your stomach from flipping and cheeks from burning. It seemed impossible that after everything, even Astarion seeming to pull away from the group lately, that he would want you…but that’s what he said, and he hadn’t proved to be an outright liar in the time you’d known him.

You decided on one more lap around the camp, noticing with another jump in your heart that people were starting to disappear into their tents, or back to the teifling camp. You tried to focus on their cheerful good nights, even offering half-hearted help getting a few of the more tipsy safely back, but were guiltily happy when the help was declined with small jokes and friendly waves.

As the last of your guests disappeared into the trees you noticed yourself peering around the camp, checking that everyone there was turning in as well. If you happened to peek at one particular tent with a mirror outside, it was just to see if he had settled in for the night for safety reasons. There were still hunters after that one, after all. No other reason.

Yet you didn’t stop your feet from wandering further and further outside the camp, the opposite way the others had gone. And when you passed Shadowheart and she tipped her mug at you, then towards a particular patch of forest just far enough from camp to be peaceful, but close enough you were sure it was still safe, you knew already that she had no doubts what you needed that patch of trees for.

And for once, you had no doubt that you would find someone waiting for you there with moon white hair, blood red eyes, and a grin that could slice your heart.

[bleedingspiral]

love when I get horrible sleep & then I’m evil for the rest of the day

[feral4fiktion]

I just pulled an all nighter bc my brain would not stfu. Thought I would be tired today and completely useless, but still have to put on my smiley mask and somehow not end up in prison.

For some reason, at 6am, my body started doing the thing I've been putting off for two weeks now. I got it done in an hour and a half...I don't think I made a conscious decision to do it!?

I write this so everyone knows, if I dissappear today it's bc the exhaustion induced miracle drug couldn't handle productivity AND customer-service grade enthusiasm.

I'll update with my sentencing length.

[rookanisstuff]

Hear me out, Dorian hosting a victory ball in Tevinter and poor Rook being used as very pretty bait to draw out the last of the Venatori in the Magisterium. Meanwhile Lucanis plays hidden assassin/guardian angel in the rafters employed to clean house of said Venatori……………..

[feral4fiktion]

I wonder how Lucanis felt the first time he fed the team. It was only Rook, Harding, Neve and Bellara at the time...he had to track them down since they were so used to Bellara being the one who cooked, and she hadn't said anything about dinner plans. Even if they smelled food from the kitchen, at that point they were all only really cooking their almost-non-edible dishes for just themselves.

But they were in awe at the spread waiting for them on the dinner table, and Lucanis watched for any hint of suspicion that any good crow would show at such blatant hospitality, ready to assure them by taking the first bite. Instead they dug in like rescued shipwreck survivors. Not a one pulled out a poison test kit! Even Harding, who seemed the most hesitant bc of his predicament, dug in and kept digging. (Dwarf joke not intended)

The whole team were all smiles and Lucanis couldn't remember the last time he'd made 1 person smile, let alone 4! And they might not trust his deal with Spite...but they trusted HIM enough to not even think he might be trying to kill them, and that's a trust he barely had in his own house before. He didn't even think anyone would eat...he just wanted to try bc they had saved him, and this was the only thing he could think that they needed.

Yes, Bellara helped him sometimes, but from that first meal he was more than happy to become the head chef for the team.

[feral4fiktion]

I wonder how Lucanis felt the first time he fed the team. It was only Rook, Harding, Neve and Bellara at the time...he had to track them down since they were so used to Bellara being the one who cooked, and she hadn't said anything about dinner plans. Even if they smelled food from the kitchen, at that point they were all only really cooking their almost-non-edible dishes for just themselves.

But they were in awe at the spread waiting for them on the dinner table, and Lucanis watched for any hint of suspicion that any good crow would show at such blatant hospitality, ready to assure them by taking the first bite. Instead they dug in like rescued shipwreck survivors. Not a one pulled out a poison test kit! Even Harding, who seemed the most hesitant bc of his predicament, dug in and kept digging. (Dwarf joke not intended)

The whole team were all smiles and Lucanis couldn't remember the last time he'd made 1 person smile, let alone 4! And they might not trust his deal with Spite...but they trusted HIM enough to not even think he might be trying to kill them, and that's a trust he barely had in his own house before. He didn't even think anyone would eat...he just wanted to try bc they had saved him, and this was the only thing he could think that they needed.

Yes, Bellara helped him sometimes, but from that first meal he was more than happy to become the head chef for the team.

[kabsey]

Can you imagine the pressure Davrin is under if Lucanis is dating an elf Rook?

He has one shot—just one shot—to pull off the perfect “Trust me, bro” prank with bogus bullshit about elves.

He probably lies awake at night trying to craft the perfect lie. Lucanis isn’t an idiot. It’s got to be believable and not easily disproven. It has to be something personal so he won’t ask Rook or Bellara about it. And he’s got to time it for maximum hilarity.

The others notice he’s distracted and ask if he’s okay. He nods solemnly and says he just has a lot on his mind. The others understand. Risen gods, blighted dragons, responsibility for the last of the griffins… they’re all overwhelmed.

Meanwhile this man is thinking, “I am going to get that Antivan motherfucker if it’s the last thing I do.”

[serensama]

People would say he needed to get a hobby. He had a hobby. This was just for fun. And the man deserved it. Joked about adding poison to his food one too many times, little Antivan Bastard. Emphasis on the little. He may not have been much taller than him, but he was feeling particularly petty so you know what? Fuck it.

“Hey, Lucanis.”

The assassin’s eyebrows perked up as he was chopping vegetables for their dinner, and greeted the warden with a friendly nod, “Davrin.”

He looked around to make it obvious that he wanted to speak to him alone and Lucanis was perceptive enough to pick up on the signs, placing his knife down on the table and focusing his attention to the elf in front of him.

“Look man, I know this is gonna sound weird- especially from me. But like… have you and Rook… you know…”

“What?”

“You know…” he said pointedly, one eyebrow quirking and flashed him a smile just dripping with context.

“I… that isn’t appropriate to talk about, Davrin-” he replied, expressionless- which just proved he was hiding his reaction on purpose.

Gotcha bitch.

“Listen, I don’t want details. I’m not asking for that. Rook is like my sister. I’m just saying that… when you do. Don’t be surprised if she asks you to lie on the ground and walk on you.”

Lucanis blinked.

“So sorry. Would you care to repeat that?”

Oh, I have you now, you little winged shit.

“It’s a weird, old elven thing alright. When we have sex with people we really care about, we walk on each other, barefoot like we always do. It’s a way to show that we’re connecting with them on a physical and spiritual level and we’re not scared of the weight of our bond to each other.”

Large brown eyes widened further and his mouth fell open at the warden’s explanation, the little cogs in his head turning as if he had just revealed all the world’s secrets to him in one go.

“Does… does that mean, I… I will also have to?-”

“Yes. You will also have to walk on her. She may not ask you to return the favour, not being an elf but if you ask her, she’s going be to so surprised that you knew our traditions that you’ll probably get lucky twice over.”

He nodded and brushed his beard thoughtfully, leaning back into the dining chair. “And this will be.. for… every time we do this?”

“Every time. It’s even hotter if you’re out in nature and just get right into it out there. Something about it man…” he made sure to fade off and look dreamily into the distance as if he were remembering a particularly great memory. Actually… he was recalling a great time he had with another warden out in Weisshaupt…

Lucanis kissed his teeth and set his jaw resolutely. Nodding to the side as if he were listening to the demon saying something, whispering responses under his breath like, ‘I wouldn’t do it to hurt her’, ‘yes of course she can dance on him if she wanted but no, he was not asking’ and ‘no you will not ask Rook to walk on you in heels’.

Fuck, Spite. Chill.

“Thank you, Davrin. For giving me insight into… such personal and cultural matters. I truly appreciate it.”

“No worries, you got any questions, come to me. Bellara would probably turn red at the mention of it or… she’d want to know exactly what you’ve done. In graphic detail. For inspiration.”

A bark of laughter escaped the bearded assassin’s mouth. “You’re speaking from experience?”

“Unfortunately. Anyway, I’ll leave you to it. Happy uh… travels, I guess.”

He knew he was going to be murdered in his sleep. But it would be worth it to know that it was because Lucanis had asked Rook to step on him just before they had sex.

[serensama]

DAMN IT @kabsey 🤣

Viago: WAIT… I was meant to be walking on you as well, all this time?!

Teia: No dear. That’s the Dalish custom. City elves are different.

Viago: Ah.

[talkmagically]

Wait wait wait!

What if Lucanis accidentally mentions 'walking on each other' in front of Rook without any context, and she immediately agrees that's a thing because she's panicking and doesn't even actually know if it is.

So after her awkward conversation with Lucanis, she runs off to Bellara who also doesn't know, and they circle back to Davrin who somehow has to keep a straight face as they interrogate him with questions like "Is this a regional practice done by clan?! How is it done?!"

[serensama]

@talkmagically wonderful 👏👏👏

Bellara: I’ve asked the Nadas Dirthalen and it says it has no such information but- maybe I’m not asking it right. So, any more information I could get on it would be great … so, do you and Strife do it too?

Emmrich: I… no. I cannot say that we have. I’m quite baffled that he’s not brought this up to me, do you think he does not care for me as I do for him? Oh dear.

Bellara: No, no. Irelin never brought it up with me either- perhaps it really is clan specific. Maybe we can go to Eldrin and confirm if -

Davrin: N-No! It’s fine. I will tell you everything you need to know.

Emmrich: I have half a mind to march right into Arlathan and give Strife a piece of my mind! He’s lucky if I don’t walk over him with my boots on, at this rate! I trekked for three hours in slime and dirt for him. And he doesn’t want to walk on me? The nerve.

Davrin: No, I’m sure it’s not like that. I’m sure he cares for you very deeply.

Bellara: It’s fine. Rook has said she’ll be asking Solas next time she speaks to him. See where the whole thing started and-

Davrin: 😅😅😅 but… we’re not gonna trust the eleven god of lies and trickery are we? Haha…. Right?

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Davrin is worried that Antoine will be the one to finally put a stop to the chaos he's started, but the polite elf only blushes and suddenly can't look at Evka.

"That's interesting" he thinks, but ultimately decides not to pursue it bc there are some things you just don't want to know about your boss.

Rook, however, is now determined to get to the bottom of it.

"Well, yeah, have you SEEN how sad he can look? He walks all over me!" Evka says with a chuckle. (Emmrich is now muttering about custom boots).

"Mon amour, that was once because I didn't have the strength to get that knot out of your back." Antoine finally mumbles, still not looking at anyone.

"OH, so it's also practical for health reasons? Wow, so many layers!" Bellara is scribbling in her notepad.

[drakanja]

the face of a man who is certainly not about to rail his protégé within an inch of their life against the back of a statue of his god

Oh my GOODNESS, y’all!! Sathynae is back at it again and gave me more absolutely gorgeous fanart, this time of Viago and my Rook, Belladonna, in one of my favorite scenes from my fic Recordare, their encounter on top of the Chantry. I’m so absolutely blown away by their beautiful work, and I am so, so incredibly grateful.

you can check out the original upload and more of their incredible work on their DeviantArt - and if you’d like to see more of Vi and Belladonna, please consider giving my fic a try!

psst- the scene depicted here is in Chapter 9 💜

[feral4fiktion]

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: One Piece (Anime & Manga), One Piece (Live Action TV 2023) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jinbei (One Piece)/Reader, Arlong (One Piece)/Reader, Fukaboshi (One Piece)/Reader, Fisher Tiger (One Piece) / Reader, Hody Jones (One Piece)/You, Kuroobi (One Piece)/Reader Characters: Jinbei (One Piece), Arlong (One Piece), Fukaboshi (One Piece), Fisher Tiger, Hody Jones (One Piece), Hatchan (One Piece), Kuroobi (One Piece) Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Pre-Fishman Island Arc, Lemon, Size Kink, Size Difference, Fishman Island Arc (One Piece) Summary:

Collection of smut, fluff, lemon, rough, and toxic self-indulgences. Non-regular updates

YALL IT TOOK ME A YEAR, BUT I WROTE SOMETHING!!

Minors DNI

[vaynglory-deactivated20210927]

the other day i learned that taking a long time to fall asleep is called “sleep latency” which is just the funniest thing to me tbh

me, tossing and turning until 2 am: the lag…

[the-memeblades-chosen-one]

napping is easy because your brain is connecting to the Sleep Server at low traffic hours for your region.

when everyone is trying to get on the Sleep Server during high traffic hours, night in your region, the lag is at its worst and many people can’t even connect to the server at all that’s why falling asleep at night is hard thank you for coming to my ted talk

[feral4fiktion]

I'm replaying Cyberpunk again after years of not paying attention to it and...yall...this is Lucanis, but cyber'd out!! The parallels are AMAZING!! Johnny is programmed to take over...Spite was summoned to take over. The host doesn't want to give up their autonomy to the new thing living in them. Johnny and Spite have to learn about the new world they now live in THROUGH their hosts. And it's up to them to make the choice to bargain with the host vs just take over. (And Johny is pretty Spiteful from the jump). I'm crying and gaming and I love it...and hate it bc I'm sobbing.

[rookanisstuff]

In honour of me gobbling up @morrriigan’s Love Letters fic! I am HIGHLY entertained by the thought of Rook and Lucanis discovering there’s romance fiction written about THEM

[feral4fiktion]

They both KNOW it was Bellara (printed under a whole new alias than what she usually uses to try to hide it), but it's adorable that she'll deny it completely.

...Until Lucanis let's it slip that it's his new favorite bedtime story.

[nessa-fang]

lucanis is impossible to photograph seriously in combat, he just. does this.

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