Hey there! Welcome to the lawless frontier that is my blog. My super cool, super secret interweb codename is Batty if you'd like to call me anything other than "friend." π§‘
I write fanfic. I like Dragon Age, dnd, scifi and long drabbles about feelings. You can find me on Ao3 as fruitbatproductions, and I'm just getting started over there. Details and current WIPS are linked below. Stick around if you see something you like!
Drink water, take your meds and fear no darkness! π₯π¦
Long term projects:
Carry the Dagger (47415 words) by fruitbatproductions
Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age: The Veilguard (Video Game)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook, Lucanis Dellamorte/Rook/Spite, Neve Gallus & Bellara Lutare, Strife/Emmrich Volkarin
Characters: Neve Gallus, Lucanis Dellamorte, Davrin (Dragon Age), Taash (Dragon Age), Emmrich Volkarin, Lace Harding, Bellara Lutare, Rook (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age), Original Inquisitor Character(s) (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus, Manfred (Dragon Age), Assan (Dragon Age)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Summary: Rook was not prepared to drop a statue on an elven god. Or for the world to immediately start ending. But Maker's Breath, they are meeting some of the most amazing people trying to stitch Thedas back together again, including the soft spoken assassin that keeps making their stomach do backflips without even trying.
Lucanis was not prepared to meet a Veil Jumper so ready to set fire to the gods' coattails. Much less for them to ask his help in it. Spite, of course, is thrilled.
Uncombed by fruitbatproductions
Words: 4,642 and counting
TANGLED AU BELLARA/DAVRIN CRACKFIC
Rating: Teen & Up
Summary: Bellara when her life will begin outside the walls of a magic tower. You guys saw Tangled. Davrin as Flynn Rider? Click the link. You might like it.
Inspired by a few lovely mutuals on tumblr. I have thrown myself headfirst into... whatever the hell this is. Enjoy chapter one!
Oneshots & Drabbles
Critiqued Form and The Kitchen Counter by fruitbatproductions
4,604 words
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Mild smutty drabble of Rookanis, post Blood of Arlathan (in that time somewhere, prompted on tumblr 7. βOh, shut up. βYou shut up.β βMake me.β βOkay, but you might moan a little.β ) Porn with feelings, praise, handjob with romantic intent
The Trump administration is cynically exploiting calls for stricter AI regulation to pass broad censorship measures at the federal level.
So, in terrible news, Trump's trying to pull some strings to pass this massive internet censorship bill, featuring all the kinds of internet censorship we're terrified of, including mandatory ID for accessing basically any website, specifically to crush state regulation of AI, because apparently this man will always see the moral bottom of the barrel and start digging.
So, if you live in the US and hate censorship and AI you know what to do, contact your congresspeople and tell them do not fucking dare let this through or so help us god...
people will say βtheyβre only friendsβ and then show me two people who would crawl through broken glass to hear the other laugh once. two people who have memorized each otherβs coffee orders, fears, childhood stories, and emergency contacts. two people who would haunt each otherβs houses as ghosts. be serious.
Just an FYIβthe original intention of this post was to challenge the way people say only friends, as though friendship is somehow lesser than other forms of love. As if being deeply known, cherished, and chosen by another person could ever be a small thing. Normalize profound platonic love. Some of the most fulfilling, transformative, and enduring relationships we will ever have are friendships. π«ΆπΌ
If the system ain't broke, don't fix it, I guess! Accounting may not be the oldest profession, but someone had to keep the books for them.
I mean, in theory I know that Excel is based on the structure of earlier accounting technology that's been around for hundreds of years -- what do we think we did to track commerce before computers? -- but it still kind of blows my mind to, for example, look at my ancestor's journal from a whaling voyage in 1770 and see spreadsheets in the back.
Fanfic is a great way to practice self-indulgence while writing. It doesnβt even have to be good, it just exists purely for your pleasure, be a little freak about it. Worry about quality and what other people think when it comes to works you intend to publish in a formal setting
I ran into this post years ago and to be honest, it has completely reoriented the way I engage with food.
Like. Iβve always sorta understood that things grow moldy or stale or sour or such if left out, but I never really internalized it in a meaningful way.
But now Iβm just like.
Yeah. The hungering dust. There exists omnivorous dust in the air that will eat my food if I donβt.
Those bagels have been sitting there for a week. Are we going to eat them soon or are we leaving them for the hungering dust?
Pizzaβs been sitting out on the counter for an hour. Everyoneβs enjoying the pizza, but if we donβt want βeveryoneβ to include the hungering dust then we should probably put it away soon.
Thatβs just. Thatβs how food works to me now. There exists an invisible predator in the air that hungers for your yummies, and it will not hesitate to eat your food if you donβt make the effort to protect and preserve it. And eat what canβt be preserved before the dust can.
