thank you so much to @serialsforbellara @fadetouchedlurker @kogarashi-art @waxlyricalmoon! Loved reading your snippets!
And... listen I'm stuck on some smut. I was debating whether I should cheat and pick a different one but... this is what we're stuck with *shrugs*
This wasn't the time for sensuality, or taking it slow; Instead, it felt a little like desecrating a Chantry building.
I have no idea who has or hasn't done this yet but feel free to ignore: @sandcastlekings @davrinsleftpectoral @ratbagjasper @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @cute-ellyna @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @jukkaricity @biowaredisasterbisexual @justskipit @notyourmamasdeerbat @mushrooms-x-moss @curiouswisp
Thank you for tagging me in all the WIP tag games that circulate around here, @serensama @therivercrow @bronzieinthedas @davrinsleftpectoral @curiouswisp @zennihilation
I also gently invite @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @flowersforthemachines @larkinna @casa-dei-corvei @woundedsoul12 @seaglassmelody @himluv @badwolf626 @hyperions-light @thedissonantverses @jenn2d2 @cute-ellyna to show off your WIPs if you feel like it.
I have to admit, it's getting slightly out of hands and I know I will hurt me and my feelings in the process, but that's what we do around here, right?
Have a snippet from the upcoming part of my Warden AU "Heart of Darkness" that I am working on for my Cara de Riva, inspired by @chaosherald 's "A Rook by any other Name" Tag Game
I swear, I never plotted this damn much in my entire life. I feel like my head is about to explode.
Why am I doing this to myself????
oh... right
I'm still trying to make Vayne some cyberware I'm content with.
And this version actually seems nice. Minimalistic enough for Vayne and realistic enough for the setting (also represents her hc vomeronasal implants (we will talk about it another time) )
Not sure yet about keeping her lip ring.
I guess I'm gonna go with this one.
The one that took me the least time and the one I'm most satisfied with. Funny.
tagged by @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai for Seven Sentence Someday, so I thought eh why not, let's go ;)
gentle tags to some of my writing friends: @davrinsleftpectoral @therivercrow @cute-ellyna @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @waxlyricalmoon @fadetouchedlurker @seaglassmelody @mushrooms-x-moss AND everyone else who would like to show what they're working on :D
Tbh I haven't been overly creative lately because RL is sucking my life out of me as so often, but I'm working on some silly low-stakes ficlets in the hope the writing juices will come back at one point.
Today's topic: From the discotheque straight to the 8AM lecture. Prof Volkarin notices.
"Ah, I see that Miss Thorne and Mister Kithlord graced us with their esteemed presence too," Volkarin started when we tried filing past him in search of a water fountain. "Long night?"
Drat. I stared up at him from under my limp fringe. My eyes felt like two soft-boiled eggs, sparkling in tandem with the sequins of my minidress.
From far away, I heard myself reply, smooth as always. "Yeah. Spent all night studying."
"Ah, indeed." His moustache twitched, hopefully in amusement. Or maybe, he'd noticed our less than fresh aroma. "How commendable of you to dress up for it, too."
Behind me, Daath cleared his throat. "To put ourselves into the right mindset. Right clothes, right attitude."
"I see." The moustache twitched again, as did one corner of Volkarin's mouth. His eyes flicked up to Daath first, who, despite the criminally dark shadows under his eyes, had a perfect poker face going on, then down to me. Volkarin sniffed. "And… how much have you had to drink while… studying?"
"Jus' four," I managed to giggle before one of Daath's hands hastily clamped around my mouth. His mitt covered more than half of my face.
I managed to add my new HC about Daathrata needing glasses for driving into 80s AU Vol.3. I am a genius hehehe!
Anyway. Here we go. Under the cut because, well, nothing overly explicit but the scene is that they *are* as so often having sex (as you do when you're 20 and the hormones are running rampant), so. You've been warned.
I'm not tagging anyone because I don't wanna be annoying, but if you want to participate, please do so, and let me know, I love to read all of your snippets :D
"Daath. We've been over this. If they need to contact me, they can call my personal landline, or the uni admin office. And now… where's your specs case? Ah."
Daath groaned in exasperation, pulling on the ropes restraining him in vain. "Not the glasses, Giuli, no."
"Giuli yes!"
I reached out to place the glasses on his face, ignoring his pleading expression. Damn he looked so good, so smart, I couldn't. Ever since I'd gone with him to the optometrist two weeks ago because he was complaining about his eyes getting easily tired while driving, he'd been insufferable. Daath had a healthy self-esteem, but when it came to those damn glasses, he truly believed they erased all of his hard-earned bad boy points. So it was up to me to help him understand how damn irresistible they made him look!
"Please, Giuli, I hate these things—" Daath began. I tapped my index finger on his nose, hushing him.
"Daath, shut up." I moved over to straddle his hips, biting my lip in pleasure as I sank down on him. No matter how often we had sex, or what we did; it was always a thrill. His deep groan reverberated through me. Yeah— He wasn't going to be able to talk coherently for a while now.
Here's a teeny tiny snippet from a oneshot I'm currently co-writing with the lovely @mushrooms-x-moss about Ayla and Giulia taking Daathrata's Testarossa for a joyride because they really really needed to check out the new pizzeria down in Rialto... vroom!
When I begged him to take me [to the pizzeria], Daath had grumbled something about having to mind his weight for next rugby season, though I knew that was bollocks. This man burned calories like crazy, and one tiny pizza wasn't going to change much; if anything, I was looking forward to getting a little chub on him. The more there was of him for me to love, the better. Well, I suspected he just didn't want to drive all the way down to Rialto after our speeding incident on the highway last year, which he somehow still felt embarrassed about. The carabiniere threatening to impound Daath's precious Testarossa had really made a lasting impression in my poor boyfriend's soul.
With him refusing, I had no way to get to Rialto for pizza. But I knew someone else who had a driving licence! Who would neither be afraid of steering that powerhouse of a Ferrari, nor afraid of Daath's wrath (Daath's Wrath? Good movie title!) once we returned. And so, a plan was made…
