#Shepard ram writes

[thedamnedlamb]

I want to draw The Shepherd Lamb, but it is getting late and I am strict about my sleep schedule. But I will write down what they look like so I don’t forget!

What The Shepherd looks like-

Tall for a “mortal” Lamb/Sheep/Ram/Ewe. A bit hunched over most of the time so they are more eye to eye with mortals. Their full height is very intimidating to mortals.

Wool is thick and covers eyes. Their eyes are gold in color and their pupils are rectangular. They have very kind and gentle eyes despite the intimidating stature they have.

Sharp full toothed grin….are Lambs supposed to have teeth that sharp? They are intimidating to many mortals

They have a Shepards crook/staff. Since they don’t have a crown they don’t have instant weapons, their crook/staff is made from very hard wood and is weapon capable. They also carry a sword.

Their fleece they wear is a long red, white, and gold robe that covers up most of their body. The golden skull necklace replaces the bell. They do have decorative bells elsewhere on the fleece and on the Crook/staff.

They have big chaotic old person energy. They are very quiet when they walk so that’s why they’re wearing bells. They also like making jingling noises when they walk around, what a fun sound. Older than Ratau.

Has seen many horrors. Has forgotten what their birth family looks and sounds like. They have been alive so long. Probably too long. It would be a shame if they died permanently now wouldn’t it?

[cursecuelebre]

You must forgive me but I am not an expert and drawing hands and details I have a hard time to draw but I’m actually really happy it came out really well!

It’s a fun drawing I did for Lord Hermes. I depicted him as a cowboy, which in the American West are Cattle herders on ranches gathering and driving herds usually on horseback. Hermes is associated with Shepards and tending to flocks and herds. But the act of driving herds isn’t too far fetched from Hermes attribute. I created this drawing because I’m actually writing a book about Greek deities in America how lot of immigrants adapt their traditions and culture to the new country. Hermes being depicted as a Cowboy is like seeing a deity in everyone’s daily life or work it’s actually a scene that I’m planning to write in my story.

But here some things I included! I drew the moon to depict the night his right hand gripping the reins with his other his Caduceus using it like a lantern to guide the rams on horseback. Horses and Rams were often associated with Hermes, his hat is not the traditional flat cap but a Stetson hat or a typical Cowboy’s hat with wings, it’s hard to see but on his right hip I drew a lasso of rope to keep the animals from running too far away. It’s also the symbolism of guidance in the dark for those who are lost, Hermes helps lost souls and be guided to a place of comfort and peace. It is his job to help people not to go too far away from their path.

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Helloo!! I was curious 🎤

What are some of your favorite hermit x reader fics? It can be anyone to people who are still active to somebody whos on hiatus

Hi

So, unfortunately some of my favourites are lost forever. Some people might have reblogs of the fics but Bloom and Boop both wrote some good stuff, unfortunately with accounts being deleted they're gone. It's a shame because I'm a big Impulse and Tango simp and so much of their stuff is gone now :(

Here are a few of my favourites :)

Love Is Blinding (yan!scar) - blockyshieldmaiden

Forever Bound (yan!grian)- shepard-ram

Just Come To Bed (xisuma) - frog-writes-for-fun

Fools Gold (yan!impulse) - shepard-ram

I don't read too much anymore although no one can deny how much talent is in the hermitcraft x reader tag, I'm just glad to see people still writing or getting into it :)

[ishouldgay]

I wish I had limitless time and energy to write because sometimes I remember that AU I made up a couple of years ago where Miranda stumbled onto the cloning facility before Shepard’s clone was done ‘cooking’ so she has to run around with a six year old clone of Shepard who Cerberus started to brainwash into being racist (… speciest ? )

Because man… the random amount of shenanigans I keep thinking of. The kid has a intense hatred of Shepard because of the brainwashing so obviously she can’t just go to her (also because she’s in Not Jail on earth) or most of her close friends (because they’re all high ranking military officers now who are REALLY busy and Miranda doesn’t want to give them a racist child clone of they’re commanding officer)

And you know who Miranda knows without a shadow of a doubt will make damn sure Cerberus won’t take a child and won’t be put off by the fact that the kid does a dozen ways to kill people? Jack. And you know who is absolutely delighted to have a tiny mascot? Jack’s class.

Oh how I wish I had time to actually write this AU. I call it the Ram AU because Ram is the name Jack’s kids end up nicknaming Shepard’s clone and what she ends up wanting to be called permanently. She’s called that because she’s a biotic that learns how to charge almost immediately and just keeps head butting everything in sight.

[erose-this-name]

Technically what you described is a "parasitoid". True parasites don't kill or prevent their host from reproducing. 🤓 <- self aware bio nerd emoji

But really, given that Microsoft exclusively preys on things smaller than it, its a predator. Microsoft is a pack of feral wolves tearing baby sheep limb from limb.

No one even tries to stop them. They bribed and intimidated the Shepard into taking down the fence. They called the smaller sheepdogs "lazy-wolves" and chased them away. They found and killed the brave rams first, leaving only the defenseless ewes and lambs.

The wolves devour everything they can find. Not just the sheep, but the chicken and swine and goat herds, too. You'd think they're starving from how they eat, but they're not. They're obese, bellies hanging low, yet they continue devour the flocks whole. Soon there will be no prey left.

They do this because the wolves all know that if they ever allow themselves to grow weak, to grow smaller than the others, their pack mates will devour them, too. They've seen it, they committed it, tasted it.

And still, not one can imagine a fate worse than being a lazy sheepdog.

(I am also a writing nerd)

it's such a great time to be making art of any kind

[stolencrownsofplenty]

@foxyfrolic | Accepting

"This is just a game for you, isn't it?"

"Only if you wish for it to be, Love." Says the grand and mighty lamb as they hardly look up at you from the thick pages of their sacred journal that they seemed to be writing in. It had been over several months now since you've been trapped in this little settlement, having to be cursed to work your debt away this Emperor had set upon you the day they'd caught you trying to steal some of their colony's supper. It's already been embarrassing enough that they managed to get some sort of collar snapped onto you, claiming you as if you were mere property, with some sort of enchantment you couldn't make heads or tails of; and by god, to be leashed and trapped in a cult camping grounds was already horrible enough. But no matter how you've been trying to make some sort of escape, they've managed to somehow always keep an eye on you. "It's not quite your fault that shepard bell collar there is for your mere protection."

Sitting there, with legs crossed over another, upon the remains of a cut down tree, the ram looks up from the contents of their book to give you a stone cold look. "Make sure to finish cutting those logs into pieces by the way, Dear." In that instant, they allow a light smile to perk up upon their dark features too. "After you almost had your head hurt by that pest of a heretic? We'll need to put your strength into good use for your lumberjack chores. For as much as the cure of our red flowers will do to keep your injury from bleeding further, an active body will help the scratch heal much quicker than our own magic shall do."

[shepard-ram]

The Creeper and The Creeper Whisperer [Docm77 x Reader]

Fluff, Request: Doesn’t have to b a req if u don’t want but imagine doc x a reader who is like somehow really friendly to hostile mobs and despite not being a creeper hybrid they are really chill w creepers and stop ppl from killing them and stuff and he’s like “oh em gosh??? Someone who doesn’t hate my kind???” Or sum

This may not 100% fit what you asked but I adore the idea of reader just being a creeper magnet and somehow cuddling up with the things completely safely so I kind of went with those vibes rather than a normal dude who just doesn't kill them. Sorry if that's not what you wanted but brainrot be rotting the brain

Tw. Death mention? Once I think, nothing happens (especially bc respawn mechanics are a thing) but the boom booms are dangerous and that is pointed out. Also sorry if this a bit directionless but I just wanted to get something out.

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You were a funny little phenomenon. On most fronts you were a fairly average person. Your skills in both architecture and redstone were much more than praise worthy, but other than that you didn't have much to you at first glance. Except for one interesting quirk.

Creepers were universally recognized and feared bundles of eventual destruction. The cause of many lost lives, items, and chunks of wall. Yet, you adored the walking bombs.

It's a mystery why they were so passive towards you, but it felt like every single one returned your feelings. Your life from childhood was dotted with the unusual memories of them being unusually friendly. From feeding those still left from the previous night to patching up the scratched up ones you'd find in the forest or while mining. You were kind to them and they never posed a threat to you.

You had a similarly symbiotic relationship with other hostile creatures, but it wasn't exactly the same. It was only creepers that actually bonded over to you with (metaphoricaly) open arms, but you would still take care of a stray enderman or skeleton if you came across one.

That's probably why you ran a mob sanctuary out of your base. It was your first season with the hermits, and to be frank- you were overwhelmed as all hell. They were a fun lot and you knew your skills could stand their own here. However, between all the acclimating, socializing, manual labor you've been pulling your mind and body were left in desperate need of some less physically and mentally strenuous work.

The sanctuary was your pride and joy. You had a wealth of knowledge on how to care for all of them and the means to give them a place to stay to match.

It was practically a massive zoo enclosure, walls made to look as natural as possible, shallow artificial rivers, trees you had built yourself, all completed with a faux cave area harder to reach and nearly impossible to see from the outskirts of the area.

Whenever your current projects got too taxing, or you happened to stumble across an injured mob, you would spend days at a time looking after the ever-revolving cast of inhabitants of the sanctuary. Some you planed to keep, (mostly the weaker and/or younger creepers who especially imprinted on you) others you set free once they were sufficiently healthy.

It was a place of peace for you as much as they were for your patients. You welcomed the other hermits to visit when they showed interest. On the condition that they don't hurt any of the mobs. Predictably, when they realized 70% of the population was creepers not many were keen on the offer. It didn't bother you too much, more alone time for you this way.

Doc was one of the first to actually except. In hindsight you shouldn't have been all that surprised that he wouldn't have to worry about all your explosives roaming about. Yet in all your creeper based experiences you haven't met a hybrid before him.

Not that you knew it, but he found you far more fascinating than you found him. A couple of the other hermits suggested he spend some time with you after they payed you their own visits. Always with some look in their eyes that blended amusement, curiosity, and scheming. When you explained your little side business he understood it.

You both were able to find humor in the situation, breaking the ice with jokes of losing him in the crowd and other stupid things of the like. Once that phase had passed you suggested that you sit down and eat the lunch you brought into the sanctuary.

After you both finished eating neither of you moved or talked, silently agreeing to relax a little while longer. He noticed that there was something that felt... just fundamentally correct about the moment. Like a comfortable stillness settled deep in his chest. And like a child running into a landed flock of pigeons, the feeling only fled the more he tried to grab hold.

Still, he attempted to pin it on something. Something. Perhaps like the person sitting a little ways out of arms reach from him. With a dreamy, far-off gaze as you watched the creatures living their lives in safety of your favorite project. As much as he didn't want to stare, the fact that he could see the very spell he was under a moment ago on your face was nearly as captivating as the peacefulness itself.

He found himself visiting you again and again after that day.

By with point you knew Doc enough to see the weight of many sleepless nights on him. You were familiar with his mad scientist shtick and how long and bright those overworking episodes burned.

You knew your probably magic connection to creepers was affecting him to some degree, but frankly you didn't care. If it got him to regularly sit down, eat, and take a nap then it was perfectly moral in your mind.

While you were in thay routine it felt like it could go on forever. It was nice and comfortable, yet it was really just the origin story of your relationship.

It just came naturally. You balanced each other out well. He even got you to loose couple nights of sleep to explain his redstone to you. You may or may not joke that you have since been cursed with "lovecraftian knowledge".

You lost track of when your "hangouts" became "dates" and when every nap consisted of a lot of cuddling. You wouldn't have it any other way, as cheesy as that would sound out loud. You didn't care, you were both happy. That's all either of you need.

[aristocratic-otter]

Hello everyone on this nearly-still-Sunday-night. Thank y'all for the tags. I've been extremely busy, though more with creating valentines for the discord valentine's exchange than writing. Still, I've got some words in every WIP. Below the cut for length.

Thank you and tag backsies for Wednesday to @artsyunderstudy, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @fatalfangirl, @hushed-chorus, @ileadacharmedlife, @frjsti, @takitalks, @confused-bi-queer, @thewholelemon, @chen-chen-chen-again-chen. Your fics are so freaking brilliant, it's unfair how much talent is concentrated in this fandom.

From Westward Son (Only three chapters left!)

 I remember drowning. I remember fighting the river back in Virginia; trying to hold my head above water, trying to hold my breath until I just…couldn’t anymore. I remember falling falling falling.

Then Shepard is on me. “Simon!” he shouts frantically. “Is she…” 

His voice snaps me out of the spiral of memory I’d been trapped in.

From The White Chapel (writing the last scene this week!)

I kiss him. And kiss him. And kiss him.

He kisses me back frantically. On my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, anywhere he can reach. “You shouldn’t be here,” he’s mumbling between kisses. “You need to leave. Before it’s too late.” But, even if I were inclined to agree with him, he never stops kissing me long enough to let me go.

From: Raising Dragons (a chapter and a half to go)

I truly think we became a single entity for several seconds there. My thoughts were his, his were mine and our bodies were united in every possible way. 

Now, we’re exhausted and happy, ready to sleep the remainder of our wedding night away in each other’s arms. 

At least, we were ready. Until Niamh began pounding on our bedroom door with all the subtlety of a battering ram, shouting, “Simon! Baz! Your eggs are hatching!”

From: To Heal a Broken Mind (18,000 words and nowhere near finished):

I never want him to go home. I refuse to examine that thought. It’s not hope. I know there’s no hope for him to fall in love with me. He’s straight. And he hates me. But maybe he hates me a little less now?

From Double Your Pleasure (WILL be done by the 24th) (will have art, too! I'm excited about who I'm getting to work with) (and that's all you're getting 😉)

I do know the spell. But I’ve never tried it before. I’m flammable, and a mispronounced syllable could be fatal for me. But I can’t face down my own clone’s confidence. He thinks I can do it. 

I’m going to try. 

From Saving Simon Snow (18,000 words and about halfway done):

I settle back against the plush leather seats of Basilton’s Jaguar. Really, what right does an eighteen year old have to own a car like this? He says it's his father’s, but he drives it deftly, confidently. It’s like he was born to drive this car. 

I shake my head. I know I’m perseverating on the car because I don’t want to think about the numerous ugly outcomes that are possible for Simon.

Should I be excited that 2/3s of my WIPs are nearly done? ...well, there may be three more WIPs waiting in the wings 🤦‍♀️

Tagging a few more folks: @angelsfalling16, @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @basiltonbutliketheherb, @bloodiedpixie, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @erzbethluna, @fight-surrender, @facewithoutheart, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @gekkoinapeartree, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @johnwgrey, @j-nipper-95, @jbrrring, @jasonfunderberkerthefrogexists, @krisrix, @larkral, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @onepintobean, @petrodobreva, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @theearlgreymage, @tea-brigade, @technetiumai, @whogaveyoupermission, @yellobb-old, @yeonjunenby

[fatalfangirl]

Got back into a bit of writing, working on ch 3 of Dead in Vegas. Here's more than six sentences from that:

SIMON

I see him. Standing opposite the general line, under backlit gothic script, is our host for the evening. 

Shepard Love. 

Quite a name. Doesn’t sound real, honestly. Not that I’m one to talk.

“Sid! Chaz!” Shepard calls out, arms stretching wide as we approach. “You made it!” 

He looks genuinely happy to see us, like we’re old buddies instead of passing strangers whose relationship totals a single conversation and a handful of transactional text messages.

“Yeah," I say, eyeing Baz. "Somehow.”

Baz decidedly doesn’t look at me. Just flicks his hair with an air of cool superiority that makes me want to grab him by the back of the neck and ram him face first into the nearest wall. Instead, I pull him against me by his waist.

If this seems at all familiar, it's because I shared a different version of this scene a few weeks back.

Thank you for the tags @aroace-genderfluid-sheep, @facewithoutheart, @bookish-bogwitch, @captain-aralias, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @palimpsessed, and @johnwgrey

Tagging @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whatevertheweather, @moodandmist, @cutestkilla, @artsyunderstudy, @martsonmars, @kherub, @raenestee, @frjsti, and @creepyspice (I can't wait to read your new fic!!)

[moriiartist]

your mutuals as songs?

Hmm...

@shepard-ram gives me Sweet Tooth by Cavetown vibes

@g0re-h0und makes me think of JEKYLL & HIDE by Bishop Briggs

@cr3scentm0on... I'd have to say rises the moon by Liana Flores?

@itsonlydana, I tend to associate with cottagecore/fantasycore things, so There Beneath by The Oh Hellos

@blooming-mushroom is a big ol' softie, so I like to think of her with a vibe similar to fever dream by mxmtoon

@nixoxia is a punk/goth icon, and y'know what? Good for her! (Glory And Gore by Lorde)

@sushi-rens I admit I haven't interacted with a whole lot, but for some inexplicable reason I think they give off the same energy as Voulez-Vous by ABBA

@frog-that-writes is much the same as Sushi, but with vibes slightly to the left- Lemon Drop by Raynes

[dodo-begone]

Your take gtwscar was so good one wth there's like no yandere hermitcraft

Omg thank you so much!!! I love writing for Scar man, he’s such a blast to write about. Bubbly man go brrrr hehe. This was actually a piece i loved making and this was when i was in a big ole funk.

I do have some more content like that, though compared to my dsmp content it’s less but like all of it is yandere except a few things

Also i know some people who write specificlly for hermitcraft (yan and other stuff). They're @shepard-ram and i believe @moriiartist does as well. Please correct me i'm wrong, i just saw the reblog Ram did of the swagon fic.

i know for a FACT that Ram HAS to have some of that tasty yandere hermitcraft stuff. Vic and another friend got me into Hermitcraft and Vic def has a headstart on writing for them.

anyways sorry for the tags guys!!! also sorry if i interpretted some of ur message wrong, but i am still v flattered ;m;

[nix-writes-mcyt]

Happy New Year

I'd like to put out a message to all my readers and to the others that write as well.

2021 was a particularly hard year for me, I have had lots of struggles, most of which I am carrying with me into 2022. I know I'm not the only one.

One of the things that has helped me the most this year has been fanfiction. It has given me a much needed escape.

I didn't start reading MCYT fanfiction until the middle of this year. I didn't start writing and posting it until a couple weeks ago now. But I can say with certainty that I would be going into the new year feeling much worse if it wasn't for this blog, for all the support I've had off of you as readers and from my fellow writers.

I appreciate it very much.

Going into 2022 my goals are to:

Finally move out of home and in with my partner

Watch every episode from every hermit in hermitcraft S9

To continue writing, encouraging people to write

This community, albeit small right now, is going to grow. For anyone who is thinking about starting writing for MCYT, well, now is the best time to. I hope to see more new blogs pop up, more people join in with the fandom and writing. Make sure to interact with those blogs when they come about, our support helps them grow. I can't wait to be a part of the mcyt x reader community as the year progresses. I don't have many people to recommend, but I'll give you a few that I do know. If you like my works and haven't checked them out you should. They all write some really amazing fics. Feel free to add to the list if you have anyone you'd recommend to me or others!

@g0re-h0und @moriiartist @shepard-ram @hardcore-realms

Happy new year everyone

If anyone needs someone to reach out to my dms are always open. I wish you all the 2022 you want.

[sallysoot]

So I have my own blog @shepard-ram I'll post the reverse isekai Billiam fic there and I'm both excited to start writing more and hella nervous lol

-🐏 not really an anon anymore but Tumblr wouldn't let me switch accounts to ask this dhshsh

HYPE OMG HELL YEAH!!!! <333

[mageicalwishes]

Day 1, Found Family - New Traditions

The Gang start a new Festive tradition filled with love, laughter, music, food & fun.

Day 2, Distance - Say I Love You When You’re Not Listening

Baz reflects on the events of Wayward Son, and the hopelessness he feels. "A trip to try and save him - To save us. A last ditch effort to put some of the sunshine back in to his soul. Rammed together in economy, the press of his knee firm against mine, but his mind miles away. His eyes ever averted. Touching yet so far apart. I just wish I knew where I went wrong."

Day 3, Retellings - Changing History

The Mage's publicized documents reveal a myriad of painful truths about the loss of Natasha Grimm-Pitch and the origins of Simon Snow.

Day 4, Side Characters - Thawing Of A Heart

Malcolm & Daphne. “I’d always known that I would remarry eventually. It was my duty for the good of the family. Basil needed a mother. And I needed … someone. It was a simple, logical decision - To find a woman of good breeding, and give her the Grimm name. To carry on. But, through all my planning and preparation, I had never anticipated that I would fall in love. Never anticipated her."

Day 5, Sleepless - Tonight He Is Mine

"I can’t sleep. I can never sleep these days, not how I want to anyway - It's always either that I’m knocked out for 15 hours, waking up disoriented and heavy, or that I can barely catch a moment's rest. But today is different. My body is tired, and my mind is too. If I let myself, I’d be gone. But I won’t. I can’t. Tonight is my last night with Baz, and I don’t want to miss a minute of it."

Day 6, WLW - To Her, I Taste Of Nothing At All

Fiona & Ebb. "But then, before I even knew what was happening, she was kissing me back. And Crowley, I swear I melted. She tasted of cigarette smoke and spiced rum - Like fire personified."

Day 7, Animal(s) - Family Dog

My interpretation of ‘I was a 15-year-old closet case whose parents pretended they didn’t notice when the family dog disappeared’. “A shallow grave. So much less than she deserves. But … I can’t breathe. I can’t even think. I’m running on autopilot and adrenaline alone. Everything is just - I don't know what I'm doing. I don't know how I got here. I'm losing control. I can't - I can't even look at her. She's still wrapped in my sheets. I can see her bleeding. I still want it. I still want more."

Day 8, Rain - From Across The Courtyard

"When I first met him, it was hammering it down. I was rushing to the main door in a desperate attempt to rescue my suede shoes, umbrella snagging against the wind, when I heard it - An impolite 'Oi! Are you new?'"

Day 9, Kids/Childhood - At The Top Of A Tower

Simon reflects on the few happy memories he made with Baz at Watford.

Day 10, Crossover - I’ll Give You The Stars

A loose crossover between Carry On and parts of I'll Give You The Sun. “He’s haloed under the streetlights, and I’m trying not to stare. But, it’s hard. His face is celestial - The sunshine of his soul peeking through his features. I want to say more, just so that he doesn’t leave. Our houses are right there but, I feel so ... multicoloured."

Day 11, Fluff - Keeping Warm

Simon & Baz spend a tentative first night together after the events of the forest fire. “He’s sighing against me, and sliding a hand up towards to my neck to hold me closer against him, and - Fuck. He’s freezing. I jolt backwards without meaning to. Staring down at him in awe - His pupils blown wide, and a faint (But definitely present) blush spread across his cheeks."

Day 12, Wings - The Guests Can Wait

"Weddings are even more exhausting than I had imagined. What with the panicked last minute search for Simon’s vows (Which ended up being in the mini-fridge of all places), and having to parade ourselves around all of our well-wishing friends and family. All I want to do was get him alone. To tell him, without the presence of a hundred witnesses, how much he means to me - How much the fact that we’re here, together, after everything, means to me."

Day 13, Below the Surface - Below The Surface

"Las Vegas is a sham of a city. Outside it’s all bright lights and glitzy shows - Normal magicians and celebrity chefs. But, beneath its shiny exterior, it’s nothing more than a grim desert, filled with counterfeit culture, and people burning through money they don’t really have. The Katherine is no exception."

Day 14, Constellation(s) - Mirror, Mirror

Simon struggles with his body image Post-Carry On. “Sometimes I just … get so mad at them (At myself, really). I wish that they’d just grow up and tell me like it is. Tell me how much I’ve disappointed them. Tell me that they no longer want me."

Day 15, Hurt/Comfort - First Aid

Simon cares for Baz's Buckshot wounds. Less angsty re-write of the scene in Wayward Son. “I glare at him - At his blackened under eyes, and matted hair. The slight hunch of his back. It does hurt. I know it does. Liar. I move my face closer to his, and breathe in his air. I want to hug him. To kiss him. To cheer him up, somehow. Make him better. But I can’t. I don’t know how. So, instead I step away. My hands dropping limply, to my sides."

Day 16, Meme/Crack - Baby, You Can Pick Me Up Any Day

Oovoo Javer? Oovoo Javer. AKA: Baz is Simon's slightly dickhead-ish Uber driver. “I kept trying to talk to him - Asking about his night, and whether he always listens to Classical music, or if it was just for show - but he ignored me. Staring unamusedly at me in the mirror, eyebrow raised and lips tilted downwards. He got 2 stars for that trip."

Day 17, Blanket Fort - Torch The Night-Filled Fort

Baz surprises Simon with a living room blanket fort transformation. “I turn to him, beaming. ‘Baz, what? What is this?’ He hums against me. ‘Blanket fort. You’re terribly inobservant, Snow.’ ‘Yeah, but … I mean, why?’ ‘Well, it’s been a year now since we left for America, and we’ve come a long way since then. Thought it was worth celebrating,’ he confesses, smiling shyly down at the floor.”

Day 18, Side Ships - You Got A Boyfriend?

Shepard & Penny. Shepard asks Penny a very important question (Well, in his mind, anyway).

Day 19, Misunderstanding - Wrong Bottle, Moron

Simon makes a VERY stupid mistake while showering. Cue, Baz coming to his rescue.

Day 20, Technology - Screenless

Baz and Simon have been chatting online for a year. It's finally time to meet IRL and take their relationship into HD reality.

Day 21, Warmth - Out In The Cold

Fangirl era. Simon and Baz get stuck in a snowstorm, and have to find a way to stay warm.

Day 22, Unlikely Friends - You’re My Bro

Shepard comes over to hang out with his bro ... Baz?

Day 23, Cooking/Baking - What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin’?

Simon is making dinner. Baz is soft.

Day 24, Song - He Made It Easy, Darlin’

Simon & Baz struggle with trying to take the next step in their relationship. Inspired by Easy by Troye Sivan

Day 25, Parallel Universe - Parallelt Univers

Simon and Baz spend the day recovering in bed, after their first kiss. Inspired by the 'Parallel Universes' talk from Skam.

Day 26, Break - I Think We Should Break Up

Simon is trying to do what's right for Baz. Baz disagrees.

Day 27, Snowstorm - Searching In The Snow

Simon has lost his cat. So the only obvious choice is to hammer on his neighbour's door at 2AM ... And Baz is not impressed.

Day 28, Party - Festivities, Food, and Family. Chapter 1

"I’m over the bloody moon. After everything that happened after we left Watford, I wasn’t sure that I’d ever get to see this Snow - a truly joyful Snow - again. And it broke my heart. Yet, here we are, spending our fifth anniversary together, surrounded by friends and family in our own little London flat."

Day 29, Secret Santa/Gift Giving - Festivities, Food, and Family. Chapter 2

Day 30, Any Way the Wind Blows - Worst Road Trip ... Ever!

Shepard is NOT enjoying his trip back to England with the Gang. "I feel like a kid again, sat in the back of my mothers pick-up, hyped up on sugar, but belted down to the seat. Unable to run. Constantly being shushed."

Also huge thanks and praise goes to everyone involved in running the @carryon-countdown Countdown this year!!! I really enjoyed taking part :)

[adamarks]

Hi. 💙 For the fun meta asks, 4, 6, 17, please. 💙💙💙

Hi ❤️❤️💕

17 was answered here!

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Oh jeez. That’s a hard one. I’m really happy with how my star fic turned out. And I love wolves. And I think my humor can be pretty well done. My favorite.... might be The Lover Walks Away in the Night that I wrote w @theflyingpeach ... specifically I like the very last bit that I wrote to wrap up the fic.

The sky is so blue and the grass is green and I’ll never not be grateful for the gift the universe gave me.

I suddenly grab his sides and start tickling him. He shrieks. I get elbowed in the stomach, the back of his head rams into my nose. He shoves me off and I fall back onto the grass. My nose hurts like hell. So does my stomach. I have tears in my eyes, and I can’t tell if they’re from pain or laughter. Baz is yelling at me. I’m so in love.

I’m so grateful.

I love him.

I knew very early on that i wanted the fic (or at least simons parts) to end on him saying he loves him. I think I did really well wrapping up our baby nice and neat, and I was v happy with it.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Oh gosh golly.... probably.... Simon? I have the easiest time writing him. His thought process and manner of speaking is very similar to my own, so it comes very naturally. Second favorite.... probably Shepard. I just love that dude.

Writer asks!

[agentkatie]

OTP Meme

I was tagged by the lovely @briarfox13​ - thank you!

Doing this, obviously, for Shep and Cullen:

(art by @chatnoir-art​)

Do they fight often? If so, what is their dynamic like?

At the start of their acquaintance they obviously fought a lot, but once Skyhold (and their relationship) comes round they don’t really fight so much as spar. They’ll playfully bicker with each other about things (such as the hole in Cullen’s roof), but it’s really just a competition of “can Cullen be more sarcastic than Shepard is flippant”... and by this point it’s mostly foreplay.

They fight properly only very occasionally, such as about Agata, and when they do they hate being on bad terms with each other, so even though they’re both very stubborn they quickly resolve their fightts.

Who is the most skeptical of the two?

Cullen. Shepard is more likely to want to believe the best in someone, whereas Cullen is more likely to make quick and harsh judgements on others.

Who would be most likely to suggest a night of dancing?

Neither of them because they can’t dance for shit.

What would they do if the other was injured in battle?

Shepard would (and has) Charge headfirst into whatever’s attacked Cullen to draw its focus. Cullen would be more level-headed, and would fight sensibly to quickly end the battle, but after would be at her side in an instant.

How do their fighting styles complement each other?

Shepard’s fighting style is Charging headfirst at shit twice her size whilst Cullen mutters “oh Maker’s breath” in the background

They do complement each other pretty well. They’re both very tactical in their strategy, although Shepard is more intuitive and Cullen is more cerebral, but still they kind of end up at the same plan in the midst of battle without having to communicate much to each other.

Do they want children? Does it frighten them? How many do they want?

Cullen would really like children. Shepard wants to want children but the thought terrifies her; she’s terrified of having something she loves that much when she still kinda feels she isn’t meant for that kind of a future. After a lot of time and a lot of tallking Shepard reaches the decision that she does want a child... but one becomes twins and then somehow they end up at 4 and oh god how do we have so many Shepards someone help please

What happened when they took them home to their families? If their families aren’t in the picture anymore, how do they feel about it?

Shepard doesn’t have a family or anyone to take Cullen home to. She doesn’t mind the family bit so much, as it seems like so much has happened between losing them and now, but she feels a little sad about never having the chance for him to properly meet her old crew.

When Cullen takes Shepard home for the first time his family initially think she’s really shy and quiet, as she’s biting her tongue the entire time not to a) tease Cullen incessantly in front of them b) come across as super weird. She’s acutely aware that Cullen is really the only person she considers family, and for the first time in ages she desperately cares about what other people think about her. After some encouragement from Cullen she lets down her guard and ends up getting along really well with them all.

How does each person show affection towards the other?

Shepard teases Cullen, incessantly, and he kind of loves it. The only problem is that the longer the together, the harder it is to make Cullen blush, which means Shepard really has to put a lot of effort into it :’) She’ll also bring him back small gifts and trinkets from her trips in the field.

Cullen will show affection through small physical acts, like taking her hand in hers and kissing it, or brushing her hair back from her face. He’ll also, because they are both lame workaholics, siphon off work/missions he knows she’ll really enjoy to give to her (”there’s a cursed ram loose in the Hinterlands? Shepard will love this!”)

Who cries the most? Who is better at comforting?

Neither of them are criers, but Shepard cries more than Cullen. Neither of them are particularly good with the words when faced with a crier, but they do give good hugs.

Who is the bigger flirt?

Have you met Shepard?

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