#TSATC

[0ketinha]

[new-royston-cursebreakers]

Last Line Tag

I was tagged by the lovely @wintherlywords! Check out his post here.

From The Sun and the Craftsman:

“Ashur, what is this place?” Darius asks, following him into the shade of the long building, toward the door leading inside.

I'll be tagging @lyra-brie, @papercutsunset, and @p-bee-writes to share their last lines if they so choose :)

[whenthegoldrays]

Ohhhhhhhh Kathleen’s handle in “You’ve Got Mail” is shopgirl because of The Shop Around the Corner

[weaveandwood]

Writing Game: post the last line that you wrote and tag someone for each word in the line.

Thanks @elspethdekarios for the tag! Uh...the last line I wrote is the lead up to something filthy in TSaTC so enjoy! It's a long one too (that's what she said):

His body jolted with a flick of her tongue across his nipple, he groaned as he watched her lower herself to her knees between his, he closed his eyes and sent every prayer he had to the Maker when he felt the slow drag of her tongue up the length of him

Uhhhh I do not think I can think of 50 people off the top of my head soooo I will tag a few and then everyone who sees this can consider themselves tagged. Also I'm sure you have probably been tagged before but consider this peer pressure.

Low pressure tags to: @sorceresssundries @orangekittyenergy @woundedsoul12 @lizziemajestic @kimberbohwrites

[bonesandthebees]

hello!! i used to frequent your ask box as pointe anon (ballet anon??? i don’t remember, i had this emoji 🩰) and i just wanted to say that the stars and their children is one of the multiple inspirations for a new Big Fic AU im writing :D it’s also vaguely inspired by the chaos gods of warhammer 40k and a bit of steampunk but in space, and it’s the first time i’m actually putting the effort in to plan individual chapters instead of just one big outline so thank you for inspiring me first of all to write big fics, and second for tsatc giving me the seed years ago to finally do something now <3

omg hi!!! that's so sweet! building big fic aus is so fun and I wish you the best of luck with that. I'm so happy to hear my silly story inspired you <33

[welleducatedinfant]

ok listen seeing lovejoy whipped ass but meeting bee @bonesandthebees in the queue is something I’m going to think about forever. I’m such a big fan and when I’m having a hard time remembering why I want to pursue a writing career, I always go back to stars and world forgetting and am reminded :)

[brightpuffinstuff]

The starling and the coyote... TSATC

the coyote and the starling is lwk a banger story name but i don’t love the acronym… tcats,,, tcts,,, idk

[normajeanebaker]

The Shop Around the Corner (1940) dir. Ernst Lubitsch

[writingisawarzone]

So. . . I’ve been gone for over a year now, and have only recently come back to ao3, and if you haven’t heard yet, I’m sad to say that in my return, I’ve decided to discontinue ‘The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons’. Ive just lost the motivation for the story and just want to rewrite it into something else. It’ll still be the same concept, and Reader will still be Dom as hell, but I want to write it as Male Reader, and also change up some stuff. Like, I plan on having more skeletons- specifically adding Papyrus alternatives.

But, TSatCS is discontinued, and maybe one day I’ll find motivation to come back to it, but not now.

Im still writing stories! So don’t worry about that, and ‘You Don’t Know What you’ve lost, Until Shes gone’ is still being continued! So if you were a fan of that one, you’re in luck! I might be slow at updating it, but I’m still working on it!

I’m actually working on a new story right now that has two chapters posted to ao3 called ‘Schrödinger’s Cat’ if you want something fresh.

And TSatCS won’t be the only Dom Reader insert I ever write, there will be more in the future, so don’t worry if you were afraid of losing a source of Dom Reader Inserts!

I won’t be answering anymore scenario questions on TSatCS anymore, so I’m sorry to those poor souls who were left to rot in my inbox. But anything else is on the table, you can ask whatever you want as long as it’s not TSatCS scenarios.

And if you want a little more information on why I have been gone for so long, I explained it here;

[0ketinha]

TSATC

gotta get the target right

[new-royston-cursebreakers]

Two Truths and a Lie

I was tagged by the lovely @pluttskutt! Vote on her poll here.

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with 3 statements and we'll vote on which we believe is the lie.

Let's do some fun facts about my main two boys from The Sun and the Craftsman!

I'll be tagging @talesfromaurea, @thewritersline, @oh-no-another-idea, @acertainmoshke,

and @flock-from-the-void! Looking forward to your polls if you feel so inclined!

[weaveandwood]

The Snake and The Crow: Realizations

Pairing: The Viper x Female Rook (Bianca, an Antivan Crow mage) Words: 4.8K Rating: NSFW! (smut!)

Summary:

Bianca comes through the eluvian injured, refusing healing potions. Ashur helps her, and the two continue their evening the way they usually do.

AN: As always, my smut chapters can be read as a one shot, though you'll have a better understanding of the turmoil if you've been following along! I have been committed to weekly posting on a certain day for this fic but missed my deadline for the first time since beginning TSaTC. After almost 5 years of working from home 100% of the time, on Monday we were ordered back in office 100% of the time. I am exhausted and my free time is almost zero now. That said I am still committing to update the fic on a weekly basis, just not on a set day.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

Read on AO3! Previous Chapter

DOCK TOWN, THREE DAYS BEFORE THE DRAGON ATTACK

He would be lying if he said the time between her visits wasn’t getting harder and harder to bear. If he said he didn’t look forward to the latest hours of the evening when the hideout was almost empty. If he said he didn’t count down the minutes to when she would be in his arms once more. If he said he was able to focus on anything but mental images replaying through his mind—visions of her on the desk where he tried to reply to letters, on the sofa where he tried to relax, against the wall where he hung his coat and hat. He’d be lying if he said he minded it. 

He waited, as always, in the eluvian room, his mind wandering. If the hideout was completely empty he would suggest staying in here, making her come in front of the windows overlooking the ocean, his name ringing out over Minrathous as she reached the highest peaks of her pleasure. Maybe someday he would force everyone to leave. He laughed to himself at the thought as he thumbed through a stack of missives, each one detailing an injustice being done to slaves, the poor, the non-magical. It never ended. Some days it felt like they never made a dent, that they would never be able to make meaningful change here. He sighed, setting the missives down for the night. He was distracting himself from the important mission that was soon to be laying in front of him. 

As if on cue, the eluvian activated, the pale light shimmering across its surface in ripples and waves. It never really got old, witnessing the ancient magic inside working. Her shadowed figure stepped through, though it almost seemed as if she was moving slower than normal, her movements not as graceful as he was used to. The sway in her hips was stilted, the confident posture she carried herself with now bent slightly. If he hadn’t been intimately familiar with the lines of her body both clothed and unclothed, he may have reached for his magic, ready to fight the imposter. He stood up. No, something was wrong. 

“Are you hurt?” he said, moving to her in just a few steps. He tilted her chin up gently with one hooked finger, a purple bruise blooming under her eye. His brows knit together in concern.

“You should see the other guy,” she said.

“Believe me, right now you would not want me to see the other guy,” he said, feeling the sparks within him start to dance with his growing anger, begging to be set free. “Are you limping? What happened?” 

“I’ll tell you in your office, you go ahead. I’ll get there. Eventually.” 

“There’s hardly anyone here, and I won’t let you injure yourself further if it’s unnecessary. I know you won’t ask for help so I’m apologizing in advance for this,” he said as he picked her up, a wince on her face and a hiss sounding in his ear from being jostled suddenly. She was more injured than she was letting on.

“Ashur someone will see and then—”

“I don’t care. You’re hurt.” He wouldn’t tell her that the secret was basically out anyways, at least among the Shadow Dragons. He wouldn’t tell her about the looks others gave him, especially when Bianca and her team were in Dock Town during the day or when he came out of his office in the mornings. He wouldn’t tell her Tarquin figured it out weeks ago. He wouldn’t tell her he didn’t mind if everyone in Thedas knew, no matter how dangerous that was. Her arms wrapped around his neck, the magic within him surging to the spots their skin connected. It longed to be near her as much as he did. 

So much for no strings attached.

“What happened?” He asked once safely inside the confines of his office, setting her down gently on his desk. He crouched in front of her, removing his mask and setting it on the chair. She smiled softly when she saw his face, as she always did, reaching out to touch his cheek. He leaned into her touch, as always.

“Antaam. I’ll admit I never really fought them hand to hand much in Treviso—it’s much easier to kill them when they are asleep or with some well-placed poison in their wine barrels. A group surprised us in the Crossroads and we weren’t prepared for it.” 

Antaam in the Crossroads—that didn’t sound like good news at all. 

“No healing potions?” he asked, his thumb lightly tracing the edge of the bruise under her eye that was growing more and more purple by the minute.

“The others needed them more. We were incredibly outmatched,” she said quietly, something flashing in her eyes. “It was…close.”

“Do you not know any healing magic? Surely a faction of assassins would be taught to heal themselves.” He teased, looking up at her. He  couldn’t imagine the Crows could be that cutthroat. 

“You would think so, but for some reason we are only trained on taking life,” she laughed softly, then winced. “If you get injured enough that you can’t make it back, then you’ve failed your mission and deserve whatever fate befalls you. Some of the other mage Crows learned healing magic on their own, but…my sparks and fire were more suitable for destruction, and I was trained for that.” Apparently the Crows were that cutthroat. Tarquin would have a field day with that information if he ever told him. He could hear it now, how dangerous it was to be with Bianca—that no matter how good she felt, it was an invitation for disaster, practically begging to be at the mercy of these assassins. At times he couldn’t reconcile the Bianca who would kill people for gold with the one who sat in front of him now who was taking shallow breaths to avoid whatever pain her ribs were causing her simply because someone else needed a healing potion more. Her magic may have been trained for destruction, but its wielder had one of the most beautiful souls he’d ever met, capable of so much good. It was obvious to him why she was recruited to help save them all. He hoped she knew this. If not, he would make her see. 

“I’ll get you some potions, wait here.” He started to stand. The Shadows kept a stockpile of healing potions ready and waiting. One never knew when the Venatori would show up and he would never allow them to suffer the same fate as the Crows. Every member mattered.

“No, really, it’s fine. Give me a couple days, and I’ll be relatively good as new. Just a little sore and multicolored,” she laughed, then winced again. She tried so hard to disguise the pain she was in but he knew her body too well for that. “Save them for people who really need them. Please.”  He also knew her mind well enough that she would never take anything if someone else could potentially need it more. It was one of the things that kept drawing him to her. 

“Allow me, then,” he whispered. “Please.” He closed his eyes as he touched his fingers to her cheekbone. He felt the coolness of his frost move into her body, calming the swelling there, lessening the blooming bruise and taking away the pain. As the Chant had been drilled into his head since childhood, so had the ability to heal—supposedly to help the sick and the poor, but in reality only those who reached the highest stratosphere of society were deemed acceptable to lay his divine gift upon. It sickened him every time he healed an altus mage of some minor blemish, knowing ten slaves or soporati were dying in Dock Town. A part of him wanted to walk away from it all, but the hope that one day things would be different and that he would be a part of it made him stay. It was all that kept him going some days when he was wading through chest-deep waters, murky with corruption.

“So not only is The Viper an emancipator of slaves, killer of Venatori, a keen strategist, and an excellent lover, he also can heal people? No wonder the Venatori are so intent on finding him,” she smiled, that teasing tone back in her voice he loved so much. He tried not to dwell on the fact that she called him an excellent lover, though he knew it would run through his mind the rest of the evening and all day tomorrow. “Is there anything you can’t do?” 

“Get you to take a healing potion, apparently,” he laughed. His hands moved to the closure of the ratty robes she wore as a disguise. The seams were fraying, the edges were stained. Why didn’t he give her a better one? She deserved it, even though he knew she would never take it, giving the excuse that it would just be on the floor most of the time anyways. She wouldn’t be wrong. Every minute she was in these robes was a minute too long. “May I?” 

“Trying to get me naked?” 

“Trying to heal your injuries. You being naked is a side benefit,” he said, kissing her softly as he unfastened the robes and slid them off her shoulders to pool behind her on his desk. His gaze raked over her bared chest, taking in her injuries—more bruises on her side, a burn by her feathered scars, a cut on her stomach. He also noticed her nipples, hardening as he looked her over. He longed to take them into his mouth, to replace her pain with pleasure. Heal first , he thought. It was so easy to think she was invincible, but she was just as mortal as any of them. 

“Neither man nor Maker shall forget your bravery,” he whispered in prayer before placing his lips gently on a bruise over her collarbone. His fingers trailed after, cooling magic surging through him into her, healing each bruise, soothing her burns, knitting together each cut, each cracked rib as they traced a light path over her skin. The magic reached through her body, dancing with her sparks and flirting with her flames to ease her injuries as well as he could without the aid of elfroot potion. It wouldn’t be perfectly healed, but it would be enough. He heard her sigh. 

“Your magic feels good,” she said quietly, her eyes closed and her breaths slow. “Soothing.”

“Good,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the outline of her body, the cool magic giving her goosebumps as he healed her. 

“Tell me, do you kiss everyone you heal, or am I just special?”

“Funny. Now, let me see you walk,” he said, helping her stand. She walked to the sofa, the familiar sway of her hips and her catlike gait returned. His eyes were drawn as always to the line of her back, the movement of her shoulders, the way her wings looked as if she could take flight at any moment. Would she take him with her?

“See? All better,” she said before turning to face him. He watched her hook her fingers into the waistband of her leggings, pushing them off her hips to pool at the floor before stepping out of them. “But you should probably check to see if you missed anything. If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you are a very thorough man.” 

Maker, he prayed to himself as he stepped to her, his hands on her waist, thumbs tracing slow circles under her breasts, how did I deserve this blessing? He kissed her shoulder, stepping around her, his hands blazing a slow and winding path across her hips, across the firmness of her backside, up her spine between her feathers. He moved closer, his growing hardness pressing into her while she arched back into him. 

“You’re perfect.” 

“Then take off your clothes so I can repay you.” He could hear the smile in her voice. 

“And if I wanted to appreciate my handiwork some more?” he whispered before kissing the junction of her neck and shoulder. Her head tilted to the side and she let out a soft sigh. He knew she had her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. She always did when he kissed just the right location. Just a bit further up and she would melt into him. 

“You keep doing that and you can admire all you want, but it would be more fun if you were naked, don’t you think?” she responded, pressing her hips back into him. He couldn’t contain the groan that escaped his lips. 

“I think you’re right,” he whispered, gathering her curls to the side. He kissed his way up the soft skin to her earlobe, flicking it with his tongue before biting it gently. She gasped, the intake of breath sharp and sudden, sending a jolt through him and making him even harder for her. How did she always manage to do this to him? He was supposed to be healing her, and all he could think about was laying her on the sofa and taking her hard enough to break it. He needed her, urgently. Wasting no more time, his many layers of clothing soon joined her leggings in a heap on the floor.

She turned, running her hands over his bare chest, tracing the scars that crossed his tanned skin, relics of a youth spent getting into fights he couldn’t yet win due to misplaced anger and refused to heal to exert a modicum of control over his own life. Others had treated them as imperfections for one of his upbringing—blemishes against perfection, flaws to always hide away and always cover. Tonight, as she placed a gentle kiss on them, whatever shame he may have held toward them had disappeared entirely. He was grounded, made real by her touch when so many wanted him on a pedestal, out of reach—an idea, not a man. He was always just a man with her, and wanted nothing more.

“Much better,” she smiled. Her hand wrapped around him sent his sparks dancing, and he could not help the buckle in his knees as she slowly stroked him up and down, tormenting him along each inch, across the swollen head. He tilted her chin up to him and kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers, his palm covering her breast. How could someone so strong and so fierce be so soft at the same time? He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, feeling it get even harder for him. What he wouldn’t give to have it in his mouth right now. 

She bit his bottom lip and he swore he saw stars. 

“Sit,” she said, motioning with her head to the sofa. He obeyed, as he always did with her. The one person in all of Thedas who could ask anything of him and he would gladly say yes, no questions asked. He watched with anticipation as she stood between his legs, kissing him deeply before pulling away far too quickly. She moved down his body, her lips worshipping him as so many attempted to do, though in a wholly different way. His body jolted with a flick of her tongue across his nipple, he groaned as she lowered herself to her knees between his, he closed his eyes and sent every prayer he had to the Maker when he felt the slow drag of her tongue up the length of him. 

“Bianca,” he whispered to the ceiling, replacing his prayers to the Maker and Andraste with only her name. He felt her lips wrap around him, her mouth warm and wet . He wouldn’t tell her how often he thought of her in this position, a supplicant to him, though he knew she was far greater than he ever could be. He opened his eyes, watching her—her hand and mouth working in tandem, her deep blue eyes focused on him as he started to rock his hips slowly. Slow waves of desire crested into deeper waves of pleasure, settling low within him. He reached out, tucking her curls behind her pointed ear so nothing would block this view. She hummed against him, a smile on her lips as she slowly circled him with just the tip of her tongue before taking his length back into her mouth. He thought he might come then and there. His hips rocked faster, his breathing labored. 

“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth in about one minute…” he said, breathless and panting. Part of him wanted to see his spend on her tongue, to watch her swallow it, to kiss her afterwards and taste him on her tongue. She had done it before, and he thought about it for a week straight afterwards. Not tonight though—he found that a larger part of him wanted her close to him, off her knees and above him where she belonged. 

“Come here,” he said, taking her hand and helping her up from the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, delighting in her laughter as he placed a kiss on her stomach above where a once deep purple bruise was now healed to yellow. His fingertip traced the outline of her body, the contour of her breast, the peak of her nipple, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip. He had meant it when he said she was perfect. His hand dipped lower, through the patch of dark, soft curls at the apex of her thighs. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him. He kept eye contact as he parted her, circling her clit softly. 

“I can’t have all the fun,” he teased, pressing harder, applying just the amount of pressure he knew she preferred. Her hands rested on his shoulders for balance as she placed her knee on his thigh, allowing him to touch exactly where he wanted. Two fingers teased at her entrance, drawing a soft moan from her lips, the sweetest music to his ears. He pressed them inside easily, his other hand on her thigh as his fingers slid in and out of her. 

“Kaffas, you’re so wet,” he moaned. He didn’t use Tevene much around outsiders, but something about how slick she was drew the curse from his lips. 

“I must really like having you in my mouth,” she smiled, her hips starting to rock against his hand as she closed her eyes. 

“You should do that more often.”

“I would, but someone is usually very eager to fuck me,” she breathed, her words more moan than anything else. His fingers curled, hitting the spot that drove her wild. He was repaid with her nails digging in his skin and a moan echoing off the walls. It only made him want to hear more. It only made him want to be inside her more. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth and tasting her sweet desire for him. 

“Always,” he corrected, his hands on her hips guiding her forward. “Always very eager to fuck you.”

She climbed onto the sofa, her knees on either side of his thighs. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of her center, and it was driving him mad. He was no stranger to casual relationships, never placing much value in the person he was involved with past whatever diversion they could provide for the hour or so they were together. Bianca may have started out that way, but with her hips pressed against him, teasing him mercilessly as she kissed his neck, he could never go back.

He felt her fingers wrap around him, finding him hard as stone for her and already pressed against her entrance. She started to close her eyes. 

“Look at me,” he whispered, tilting her face to his with a finger under her chin. Her eyes opened and he was transfixed once more. He trailed his fingers slowly down the column of her throat, between her breasts, feeling her stomach flex as he barely grazed her skin, the cut from before a faint memory now. 

He pressed up while guiding her down, slowly entering her slick, hot core and felt her give and stretch around him. Her deep blue eyes remained fixed on his, her mouth slightly open as he pressed ever upward, inch by delightful inch. He watched the minute twitches of her eyebrows as he pressed deeper into her, he listened to the soft sighs that fell from her mouth as he fully seated himself within her. He could stay here for eternity, blighted gods and Venatori be damned. When he was inside Bianca, the world melted away and he was glad for it. 

“Maker, you feel—“ he was cut off by her hips slowly starting to rock, just barely. He fought the desire to plant his feet on the floor and fuck up into her, wanting to be gentle for once. He didn’t know if it was because of her injuries or something else that had been growing deep inside him for weeks now, but at this moment he didn’t press his thoughts further. His hands remained on her hips, letting her set the pace, though this felt like the sweetest torture. “You may be the death of me,” he smiled, “if you keep that up.” 

“Well, I don’t want that,” she smiled at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as she rocked her hips more deliberately, the friction between them and the feeling of her tongue against his making his magic stir. He could feel his sparks flowing through his body, toward wherever she touched him. He wondered, as he often did, if hers did the same—if the lightning within her wanted to be near him as badly as his longed to be near her, if her sparks and his frost yearned to be beside each other though it seemed impossible. He groaned into her mouth as her hips moved against him, her hard nipples brushing against his chest bringing him out of his musings. 

He broke the kiss to watch her ride him. The rhythm of her body was hypnotic and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She leaned her head back as he started rocking up into her, slowly, as if neither of them were in a hurry. As if they had nothing else but this moment for all eternity. One hand went to her breast, rolling a hard nipple between his fingers while the other hand traced her throat, feeling the vibrations of her moans. He wanted to feel the vibrations that made out his name, the ones that made out the sound of the heights of her pleasure. 

For a long while, the two of them remained that way, slow languid movements coupled with soft moans and whispers of the other’s name filling the empty space in his office. He wrapped his arms around her, drawing her close so there was no space between them, only sweat-slicked skin against sweat-slicked skin. He held her as he planted his feet on the floor like he wanted to earlier, thrusting up into her deeply, slowly, deliberately. He felt her move her hips in tandem with his, waves of pleasure coursing through his body. From the noises she was making, he could only assume she felt as good as he did. What a far cry from how she came to him that night. 

He pressed his lips against her, the raised edges of her scars and the slight salt of her skin only adding to his desire, her soft pants of “more, more…” against his ear sending him closer and closer to the edge. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to hold out. 

“What do you want, Bianca?” he whispered against her pointed ear. 

“Make me come, Ashur…please.” She nipped at his earlobe. 

He groaned softly, wrapping his arms around her even more tightly. His fingertips dug into her back as he grasped at her, desperate for her to be even closer to him. It would never be enough, she would be gone too soon and he would be alone once more. Even two days was too long. He leaned back and began to quicken his thrusts, punctuated by a kiss against her throat, a bite on her shoulder, a tug of her hair as his fingers threaded through it. He could feel her starting to tighten, her body tensing up and becoming still against him. He looked up at her and he was breathless. Her eyes closed, the lighting playing off her curls, the flush of her skin as she reached her peak—he had never seen anyone more beautiful than her, right now. She was made to be worshipped, she was holy, she was everything. He trailed his hand back from her hair to the column on her throat once more, feeling her soft pants, the vibrations of her moaning. 

“Ashur, I—” she was cut off as he thrust into her deeply, roughly, hitting her just how she needed. He felt her pulse quicken in her throat as she cried out without a care who heard her. He pressed his lips against it, feeling her fluttering heartbeat like it was a butterfly in a cage much too small. Her body collapsed into his while waves and waves of pleasure washed over her, whispers of “come for me” in his ear. 

It only took him a few quick thrusts before the tension tightening and tightening low in his abdomen was finally released, his moans muffled by pressed lips against scarred skin. He spilled into her as she pulsed around him, the both of them riding out their orgasms clinging to each other. 

The two stayed entwined for several minutes after, neither wanting to be the one to break the spell they were under, where it was only them and this room, nothing else. The rest of the world didn’t matter. He brushed a curl that was stuck to her forehead back with the rest of them. He would never tire of rearranging her wild curls—whether that be back into place or messing them up while his hands were tangled in them, pulling her head back to kiss him while he took her from behind. She traced the faint scars that ran through his eyebrow down his cheek, placing a kiss on them just as she did the ones on his chest. 

As all good things do, the night had to come to an end. Bianca slowly got dressed, stalling as if she didn’t want to leave. He wouldn’t complain. He helped her put on her robe after using his healing magic on her once more. Just in case, he said. He pressed a kiss into her shoulder, against her neck, and finally, against her lips, each one with a prayer for protection running through his mind.

He watched as she stepped through the eluvian, giving him one small wave before the pale light swallowed her and she disappeared once more. He leaned against the wall in the eluvian room and looked out over the sea, a missive in his hand but his mind on her once more. He wondered what it would be like to have her with him for more than a few hours every other night. To not have to hide their entanglement, no matter how bad he was at it, and no matter how dangerous it was. He wondered what it would be like to attach just a few strings between themselves that could lead to more strings until they were hopelessly bound to each other. He wondered if she felt similarly, if it could be a topic broached the next time they were together. A plan formed in his head—a change of scenery. 

A quick series of images flashed through his head, ones that could never happen, no matter how much he wanted them to. Her, with him, always. In every facet of his life—no secrets, no gods, no Venatori. Her, walking down an aisle to him. Her, in his bed. Her, fighting alongside him with the Shadows. Her, belly swollen and laughing in the sun. Her, every day, forever. A future. 

The truth was simple, he realized, no matter how often he tried to shove it down and lie to himself and everyone else. 

He loved her.

[bonesandthebees]

hello bones!

how are you doing today?

i seem to remember that you were planning to rewrite tsatc with original names and turn it into a published book at some point? Is that still a thing?

-🥏

hello frisbee anon!! I'm doing alright, had to do some cleaning this morning so I'm a bit tired but nothing too bad

while I still want to rewrite stars into an original novel, I realized that because of how long the story is I'll definitely have to get some other smaller novels published under my belt before anyone would be willing to take on a 200k+ word behemoth like that. so at the moment it's on indefinite hold while I try to see if there are other stories of mine I have the drive to rewrite into original novels. plus I'm also just busy with a lot of irl stuff atm so things are slow going anyway

[aka-indulgence]

.....(My dude, I can’t get this question out of my head...) What if She Alpha from my fic met AMitS Sans and TDtLU Black?

(Heyo Wz -uo what an interesting question you’ve sent me….)(also I hope I’m writing She-Alpha right here bhsebshens I did my best ;u;)

AMitS: Man, I’m gonna think she’d hate AMitS Sans with passion. I mean, I’ve seen how she is to Red in your fic and while AMitS Sans doesn’t exactly, er… Emit “Asshole Vibes”, he is dangerous, cunning, and always be’d looking for a way to slip the rug from under you. If say, they’d bump on the street, She-Alpha is someone Sans would not want to mess around with, since he’d think she’s more trouble for ‘business’ than what other things he could get from her… And if she’d known what he does her first thought would probably be to punch him square on the jaw, hahah.Now if she were to be in the position of the reader… Let’s say the murder didn’t trigger anything in her mind, and She-Alpha understands that fighting him right then and there wouldn’t be the best option to do. She goes away from the area rather than fleeing like how reader did, picking up a fight where it’s unnecessary will probably be more of a pain… She’d know that police won’t exactly help her either (perhaps, through experience…) And she goes home bitterly.Meanwhile, Sans starts to follow this firm, strong and “not-taking-your-bs” lady.I’d imagine the scene in the subway would be… Not exactly different on Sans’ part. I see She-Alpha as taller than AMitS reader since… She is smol… And Sans enjoys that very much… But he wouldn’t mind the taller stature. He’s still bigger and stronger physically (and magically) anyways. She wouldn’t notice him for awhile, and when she did, she’d absolutely face him head on, unlike reader who’d make herself look smaller and hope he didn’t notice her. Sans shrugs at her, saying a simple “hello,” and pretends not to know her just to get her teeth gritting. He’d grab her as soon as she tried to get away from him, dragging her close and stopping her from pulling any punches, saying things like “hey… we’re in public… don’t wanna cause commotion ‘r hurt other people here, do we..?”While Sans has fun ‘playing around’ with AMitS reader with overflowing confidence he’ll take her… Sans would press and coerce She-Alpha more, even possibly letting her go the first meeting, start a game that She-Alpha has absolutely no intentions in partaking in… Probably try to punch him a lot of times but Sans won’t fight her, he’d just keep avoiding any starts to a fight…(If they did fight, I think they’d be quite matched, like how she was in your fic… Except AMitS (Fell) Sans is more aware of the power that She-Alpha has and is in no rush to get in a fight with her…)

TDtLU: If She-Alpha wasn’t in reader’s position, it’d be kinda funny… I doubt She-Alpha’s going to get much swayed by a sea-dwelling monster. Black wouldn’t be as inclined to kill her as say, most other humans he’d encounter on land…  His biggest motivator are humans going wide eyed and running away from him or screaming at him… He hates that, he thinks it’s annoying… “rude…” They were the ones stepping into his territory in the first place. But She-Alpha..? She’d just take a look at him and go “… Ok,” and just ignore him like you would a seagull that’d just land. Unlike in TSatCS though, she’d understand he’s sentient because it is common knowledge in TDtLU that monsters are sentient. When Black climbs out the waters looking for his mate and sees a human… He’d go alert for a second until he recognizes She-Alpha’s face, and go “oh, it’s her.” He doesn’t mind her being in his territory at all, and she isn’t bothered either. Oddly enough… Her presence would be the second most calming thing to Black, because she’s relaxed with him… He won’t be like he is to reader, and he’s not hostile to her either so… Win-win.She-Alpha as reader, now…When she sees the figure on the pier, she’d tilt her head at him… Huh. A rare sight… Someone else other than her.She isn’t exactly… An emotional person in the way reader is, open, and asking if you’re ok… She doesn’t want to go to him at first, maybe she should just leave, it’s not her problem.… But she doesn’t leave for some reason. She curses at herself and she walks up to him and says something along the lines of “Hey… You ok, buddy?”Black is going to be very put off at how stiff she seemed, patting his back maybe a little too hard and not showing any smiles at him, seeming like she doesn’t want to be there at the moment. But she’ll try… She’d ask how he’s going, and she’d get the same answers as TDtLU reader did, she’d try to gently(?) comfort him… And eventually talk about how much she likes Skull Reef. Black is pretty amused at how stiff she seems… But she’s trying. She’s trying to help him out, even if she wasn’t ‘the best’ at it. He appreciates her a whole lot, and his soul melts at the earnest way she talks about Skull Reef. So he chases after her…When She-Alpha is on the boat and he chases after her like he did in TDtLU… I see her being in a bit of a shock, in a state of “What the fuck-” As opposed of TDtLU reader’s complete shock and freeze instinct. Black would be coming over to her with wide eyelights, saying how much he adored her and how much he wanted her… She alpha is strong physically but let’s assume she’s too much in a shock to react when Black comes over to her… He’d also see that she would be more effective in resisting him (than TDtLU reader) so he’d make it quick, grab her, and jump into the ocean.… She-Alpha is NOT happy when she wakes up at the sea floor in a cave being held down by skeletal hands and tentacles, and quickly getting blue-magicked when she tries to fight him off… The bone-cage would come much earlier with her, oh no;;;

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The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons - GB Sanses

PART 1: Blueberry and Sans

PART 2: Axe and Red

My interpretation of @writingisawarzone 's characters Blue and Sans from their fanfiction "The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons".

They probably aren’t really Gaster Blaster Versions of themselves, but with all their growling and instinctual behaviour I immediately thought they were more GB like. So I had a little bit of fun designing them.

Right now I am working on Red’s design.

Axe (Horror) already has one, but I couldn’t post more than 10 pictures and then I though I could wait a little bit more until I have Red’s Design.

[writingisawarzone]

wHEEZE- praise the booteth

I might love this a little too much-

Little chibis of silly thoughts for the story man. (blue a hoe one is a joke on @writingisawarzone‘s page and I agree man) Also, She-Omega and her ass was needed man. You can not tell me red would praise it before everyone else.