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[gob-hob]

welcome to goblin town

CURRENT: ⤑ Gift of the Sun | 18+ | Elgar'nan x Rook *Chapter 13 updated!*

PLANNED: ⤑ The Gods Have Won AU | Dragon Age: The Veilguard | angsty and graphic ⤑ Modern AU | | Dragon Age: The Veilguard | soft and fluffy

PROMPTS: ⤑ welcome

⤑ writing is currently only posted on AO3

⤑ always happy to chat

⤑ multiple ships

⤑ multiple fandoms

⤑ this is a sub-blog for the-nuup

[refrainee]

Elgar'nan front design

[ataraxetta]

DID YOU KNOW that sometimes characters lie. out loud to others and internally to themselves, and it'll happen right there on the page. other times they are just flat out wrong and don't know it. oftentimes they don't ever find that out. a sizable portion of any story is decidedly not cold hard fact.

[gob-hob]

I wanted to see if you had any sun daddy WIP you would be willing to share ☀️

I don't right now, unfortunately! I have been working too much the last few months to be able to really sit down at my computer, but now that things are starting to calm down, I should be able to start working on the fic again.

Thank you so much for checking in <3

[lunarprincessanni]

@dafuckedupshipsweek

Day 5

Corruption

There are things I would have of you Rook

[taujr-resort]

[gob-hob]

Live Footage of me wrestling some of these Gift of the Sun scenes 😩 And yeah, the tentacle is a euphemism.

[isabellaofparma]

‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony

[lustcannibalism]

the desire to engage in my hobbies leaving my body as soon as I have the day off even though I was looking forward to it all week

[gob-hob]

Hope to see more toxic sun daddy and rookie in the new year 😘 all jokes aside hope you had a great holiday!

Thank you darling <3 I hope you and everyone else had a lovely holidays!

It is slow work, but I am doing a bit every day. Hoping to have the next chapter out in the next few weeks. Just battling the long dark of winter in the Great North, which makes motivation little and desire for sleep great.

[gob-hob]

🎁a little sneak peek of Gift of the Sun chap. 14 WIP🎁

Not a full chapter yet, but we are plugging away, slowly but surely. Enjoy this teensy morsel. A little gift this Christmas day. For Rook, this is certainly a Merry Crisis kind of time in her life. **not edited, can change _ _ _

She straddles the line between waking and not-quite-sleep, but something more similar to delirium. She dips in and out of focus, roused into sharp wakefulness when the sounds of the temple drift to her through the halls and beneath the door. 

Distant footsteps. Voices. The rustle of thick fabrics. 

And when it fades away to the dull hum of life, she drifts again. 

She falls asleep, truly, only once, and again she lingers at the edge of dreaming. 

He does not come, and that in itself seems worse. For if he does not seek her in dreaming, where does he walk in the waking world? 

When she wakes, she has her answer. 

The sun dips low. A single streak of golden light on the opposing light wanes before her eyes. The room is cast in a dim greyness. There is a faint light beyond the door she can spy through the crack along the floor; a burning brazier, judging by the faint undulations. 

There is an unnatural silence. Even the hum of her own blood through her veins is quieted. Innately, she understands. 

Rook breathes in slowly. 

He is coming. 

The flames beyond the door gutter. The gold light dances once, twice – and then dies. 

A numbness flows through Rook. An emptiness that simply is. 

He is coming. 

She watches the door, eyes straining as the dim light of dusk fades ever before her eyes. The shadows stretch around her, growing and growing, until there is nothing left but the full darkness of night. 

No – not night. Not true, natural night. But a magicked thing settled about her by the hand of a god. 

Night does not come so quickly. 

Rook exhales. 

The door sighs open. 

And for a long, terrible moment there is only silence. It stretches and stretches, broken only when she takes in a single, shallow breath.

It is neither darkness nor mayhem that lingers on the other side of the door. Instead, Rook is met only with the sight of Elgar’nan cast in the same dimming light of twilight as everything else. For a brief and horrible moment, he is nothing more than a man. "You have not eaten," he says. Insolently, she smirks.

[solarsthoughts]

whenever i hate my writing and feel like every fanfic i’ve written is not good enough, i remember that:

i’m writing for shits and giggles

i’m not trying to make money off my fanfics so they don’t need to be perfect

they just need to entertain! i try to focus on the joy writing brings me

sure the quality of my writing is not published author-quality but guess what? that’s because i’m not a published author

i don’t have a team of professional editors or beta/alpha readers to double check my work

i have absolutely no professional experience in creative writing whatsoever

like any other art or hobby, i can get better at it by writing even more

my writing may not be perfect but it’s mine. no ai. just me and my brain.

and it may not be perfect but it improved significantly since i started

i will always always be critical of my work anyway, even if it was already perfect

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[dustypenz]

I know the inquisitor didn't say this line to Cole but I thought it would be so funny with these two after Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts. 🤣🤣🤣

[holy-not-godly-deactivated20251]

Special drop for @nists @mikkysia @elgar-nyan (and of course, the whole Elgar’nan cult gets a treat too 😉)

[karawra]

Manfred can talk now but at what cost

also who taught him this

[kogarashi-art]

Just so you know, Tumblr friends, if you ever tag me for a writing/art/screenshot/whatever game and I don't play along, I do still appreciate the tag and would still love to be tagged again in the future if you think of me. I just don't always have something to give for a specific tag prompt, or I'm too busy at the moment.

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