Was going back through my gigantic excel spreadsheet I have for my plot outline, and I don’t remember typing this but it gave me a chuckle XD
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Was going back through my gigantic excel spreadsheet I have for my plot outline, and I don’t remember typing this but it gave me a chuckle XD
A very belated WIP Tuesday
Heyyoo, so this "semi-hiatus" has caused me to miss stuff and be quite behind on things!! I was tagged by my dear @sweetonsebastian & I apologise for the extreme delay! lol
This is from an upcoming chapter of my Cullrian fic, Welcome Here Thy Wanderer Home:
They hadn’t been entangled in a conventional sense, perhaps, but Cullen had held that companionship dear all the same. There are times that it feels as if it hadn’t existed at all, what with the way they kept it to themselves because they had to; safe and stowed away in the core of them where nothing could tarnish it. Not even honesty.
Then of course, more pressing matters got in the way: the chantry exploded, Meredith’s madness peaked, blood painted Kirkwall’s already stained streets, and Hawke was named hero, yet again – Cullen himself laying his sword down at their new viscount’s feet.
And when Cullen’s self-flagellation meant ignoring the call of his lyrium kit – the twisted music box that it became after all that he’d seen and done – he was too sick, too weak to tell his maybe-lover he wanted more and that he’d follow him back to Starkhaven. So Cullen nodded his head like it hadn’t mattered, like it hadn’t been hard to gift himself loneliness again, and Sebastian left.
Oh yes, he’d done this dance before, but Cullen wouldn’t allow himself to play the passive partner yet again. Especially not with Dorian.
Tagging: Since I’m so damn late, I’m just tagging anyone who’d like to do this!
across my blogs, my ‘hundredth post’ tends to be butt related ; we’re switching it up this time to appreciate the Thighs.
so i painted an alien ..... ish?
im not sure if my prevoius ask got through or if it got lost in the system, but what are some of your favourite pynch fics? Ive found some myself that I love but I would also like to hear a couple of your recomendations. Itll help me pass the time until I manage to get my hands on the opal story
SORRY YES it did come through i’m just rarely online and also i wanted to take some time to refind all my favourites! i did have a list but i think i deleted it rip. UPDATE I DID DELETE IT BUT ITS STILL IN THE “DELETED” FOLDER! this is not an extensive list and not in any order but these are all on ao3:
literally everything by adamganseys
close your eyes and shut your mouth by ecaitlin
inside out by propertyofthehalfbloodprince
let’s get together before we get much older by raewrites
this isn’t a heist by momebie
time isn’t real (but you’re a constant) by spiritsflame
worthy of a crush by sksai
what stays and what fades away by burn_it_slow (a classic tbh)
i havent read some of these in a while but there are also some i have reread multiple times. also i find a good technique is to go through the tag and filter it by highest no. hits first, and picking out the ones that sound good! i think i’ve read most of the first five pages lmao. sorry for the wait but i hope this helps! i’m gonna be rereading these until the new trilogy ngl x
I just ate an entire row of oreo's.
Sometimes before things get better, they have to get worse.
I got things done today!