#i got the dragon age itch again

[dalishborne]

R E V E N E L A N keeper of CLAN ARAVUN, friend to the inquisition.

mun | dossier | backstory | rules | art written by nadiya (she/her)

[famewolf]

am I gonna do it? am I going to finally play da:o ?

[fimrila]

[DAY 22] 31 Days of DA: Favorite Inquisition Romance - Blackwall

Why Blackwall?

I remember the eyebrow wiggling and giggling on the forums when Blackwall was first announced as a companion: "His beeeeeard!" IIRC, he was the first romanceable character with a beard, and we were collectively here for it!

On a more serious note, I personally liked that he wasn't a man of many words, but you always knew exactly where you stood with him.

Inquisitor: "Make sure you save at least one dance for me." Blackwall: "All of them."

I actually loved the plot twist for Blackwall's character arc. Don't get me wrong, I was shocked. I had to process it just like anyone else, but I was exhilarated that they took a big risk with the writing, how his personal revelation dovetailed with the overall masquerade theme. It was a big gamble for the writers because feelings were going to get hurt, but they executed it very well. I definitely respected that.

Adversity can make or break a relationship, and I liked that Blackwall and the Inquisitor got tested and were stronger for it. It reminded me of Shepard and Kaidan (or Ashley, if you will) being on opposite sides in Mass Effect 2 and you could choose to fight for the relationship or cut your losses. Same thing with Alistair walking out at Landsmeet. (Until they finally announced that Hawke, not the Warden, would be the new protagonist in the next game, I had hoped to run into Alistair again to make amends with him, but alas.) So, this whole story arc with Blackwall ended up scratching a narrative itch that I didn't know was there.

[31 Days of Dragon Age Prompts]

[dalishious]

Are you still streaming DA2 on Mondays?

My current streaming schedule is this:

Saturdays: Dragon Age: Tevinter Nights Reading & Commentary

Mondays: Dragon Age: Origins (just not tonight, sorry. I think I'm sick and I'm actually a little scared it's COVID...)

my DA:2 save got corrupted for the second time - in fact, it happened at the very end of while I was streaming! I was so mad I need to take a break from it before replaying from the start again. But when I do return to it, I will definitely be backing up every single sage every single time, since apparently Thea Hawke is cursed.

If you've got an itch for watching DA:2 though, I do have a let's play series on YouTube.

[maintitle]

The funny thing about DA4 is that a lot of the think pieces regarding how BG3 might hurt the game entirely miss the point, and I'm not even talking about the idea of shifting the focus of the game YET AGAIN in such a late phase of it's development because of the most recent explosion of popularity.

There's always a market for the RPG with deep companion mechanics. When there's one around, it's basically advertisement for others. The actual effort it takes to make a heavy story, compelling companion system with romantic interests, and choice heavy game is so intensive that it's rare for games like it to come out.

Sure, other RPG's may throw on a couple aspects to try and fill that void, but generally those end up being underwhelming. The actual FOCUS of all three at once is rare because it's expensive as shit and difficult to build. That level of effort creates a specific kind of fan though, and it's not a small group. That fanbase is never satiated, and truthfully I don't think they (we) give a fuck about all the other gameplay aspects that others may have issues with. I straight up do not like Inquisitions open world and hate it's combat system, but it's still a very beloved game to me. Hell, despite Origins being an all-timer game on PC, on console it's a ridiculously basic combat game, but despite playing it the most ON console it's still my second favorite game of all time.

Whenever one of these kinds of games breaks the market and does well, it makes more people who need that specific itch. As long as the story and companions do a good enough job, the sales will do well. BG3 being a smash hit helps DA4, because it introduces new fans who are craving that same experience and encourages them to hop on the bandwagon.

Now, whether DA4 DESERVES that after a decade of troubled development and a last-minute layoff of all the people who got the fucking show back on the road, that's a different story. Hell, whether Dragon Age SHOULD be an action hack-and-slash is also something that bugs me, but again, different story from this. The main point still stands; BG3 helps DA4, even if they're vastly different games on the surface of it. I don't think most people who played BG3 really care if it's a crpg, a hack and slash, or a shooter, those aren't the appeal. The popularity of these games across such wildly different systems proves that. Get the companions right, get the story semi-alright, make choice the center, and it'll work... so long as it ships in a stable state.

[charkyzombicorn]

Well fuck Dragon! Au where he tries that bias bullshit on Crocodile and gets kicked in the dick for it while Crocodile just leaves with their son. Au where Luffy is the prince of Baroque Works and Robin is his bodyguard/best friend

I'm so sorry I lost this in my asks!!!

I saw that SBS that said Croc would spoil his kids rotten and yes definitely absolutely also timeline what timeline anyway

Croc left the RA when Luffy was abt 2 months old, Iva didn't want to directly betray Dragon so they started the half level in impel down and was down there for a while monitoring comings and goings and conveniently missing every letter their vice monarch sent abt Croc being stashed away on Peachy Island - he didn't Need need to but sailing on his own with an infant would be rough especially since most of his contacts were also connected to Dragon (and not completely coincidentally on Dragon's part) so he would be sailing alone. Peachy Island is also where he meets Bon Clay (13-14 at the time) and he becomes something of a son to Croc.

Croc and Luffy spend 3-ish years there before Croc decides he's not in fact done playing with fire and he wants to be a warlord so he can be a pirate with a respected home territory to keep Luffy and also because staying still so long made him Itch. Luffy spending 3 years surrounded by people with a bit more focus on vanity and identity mixed with being raised by Croc does mean that Luffy gets a sense of style! Croc does not allow jorts in his house :( so Croc forms a small crew with Daz (afab went to peachy Island to fight Ivankov for testosterone got a found family is still on the quest for T), Zala (Old Old contact I'm aging her up 20 years because reasons. She knew Croc back when he was still on Whitebeard's ship and is one of the few that doesn't care at all abt the RA), Bon Clay (Croc was hesitant to bring him but he could more than hold his own Croc made sure of that), Drophy (left Amazon Lily because she fell for a man but then she killed him teehee she was on Peachy Island for groceries mostly) and Galdino (his sister's trans and lives on Peachy Island he visits her and her kids sometimes)

They set out, Croc making a massive name for himself mostly by accident (he likes planning things but he can't help being cool) but then the marines strike a deal - if he can remain an active pirate while being targeted by the other warlords for 1 year then they'll give him the warlord title (it was harder to become a warlord back then) so Croc says deal but then secretly gets Garp to pick up his grandson, says in no uncertain terms that if Luffy gets mistreated Garp will never see him again and Garp humors him mostly but still agrees and takes him to Dawn. Meanwhile the hunt begins, the only current warlords are Mihawk, Doflamingo and Moria and Croc manages easily enough by seducing two of them and beating the stuffing out of Moria thrice. He only wanted to keep Luffy away because he didnt trust any of the warlords to not do any research and find his glaring weakness. Also because Garp had been nagging him for years to let him see his grandson (Crocodile doesn't like the seperation, he's very clingy in an Italian way)

So Luffy lands on Dawn, immediately calls Shanks crusty and says he smells like if you soaked a sock in booze, Shanks thinks he's the funniest little guy ever. All the Shanks stuff happens, then Croc comes back for his kid only for Garp to pull a fast one (and by fast one I mean he told Dragon abt Croc and Luffy and Dragon decided to fuck with the groundwork Croc was laying in Alabasta so Garp could hide Luffy better this was not coordinated the Monkey family is just rude) so Croc had to turn right back around to chase Dragon away and Garp threw Luffy up the mountain (Luffy knows his dad's coming back for him but he doesn't know how long it'll take since his dad's only late when something bad happens and he eavesdropped that what his dad was doing was dangerous. Ace asks how Luffy knows his dad isn't dead, Luffy doesn't have an answer)

While Croc is away he finds Robin and takes her in

By the time Croc can get back to Dawn Luffy has 2 brothers and a sister and Croc decides Dragon and Garp keeping him from his kid means he has full rights to take the three new ones also

When he starts Baroque works the kids are called the Wani's (after bananawanis because they're as cute and also as vicious as them to Croc)

[awritingcaitlin]

September Wrap Up

I totally meant to write this yesterday. Obviously, I did not write this yesterday.

That said, I did write more this month! I feel really accomplished. Also, there’s a ton else that went on so. Still no move though. 🎮With a Controller🎮 Actually with a controller, I purchased Project Diva, which is a rhythm game set to Vocaloid songs (like Hatsune Miku etc.) It really scratches an itch. My only complaint is actually with my thumb, because it doesn’t want to work 100% of the time. One neat thing about Project Diva though, is that the D-pad is cloned to the buttons on the other side. As in X is the same as Down on the D-pad. So I can play left-handed for a lot of things.

Still going through Dragon Age: Origins. I finished up Urn of Sacred Ashes and the rest of Redcliffe. Then I went through and got Shale, went back to Ostagar, killed Flemeth, and have been taking care of some side quests on my way to Orzammar.

I really only play on the weekends though, so it’s been slower going. 💻At the Keyboard💻 I wrote 30k this month! And that doesn’t include stuff in random worldbuilding documents. Also does not count stuff that may have offset words I deleted. So I wrote more than 30k this month, in actuality.

Zero-draft stream of consciousness Dragon Age: Origins fanfic still goes! I’m actually mostly caught up to where I’m playing, as opposed to having a bunch of notes strewn a bunch of places.

Beyond that, I made a lot of progress in Heist! I was averaging about three chapters a week! I’m really excited and happy about the progress. And I’m being a bit more vague this month than I was last month but that’s because there’s a few things in flux so, yeah.

💜Regarding Me💜 Still trying to move. Still getting some health stuff squared away that’s simultaneously made easier and harder by the impending move. Because if we do move, anything I’m waiting on here is going to have to start over again there. But I persevere.

Also two of my cats are competing for most expensive cat of the month. One cat needs dental, and another cat needs allergy testing. Sigh.

The boy who needs dental. Anyway, short update for the month, but that’s all I’ve got for you right now! Take care!

[selunesfavouriteprincess]

4, 9, 24 for whichever tav you feel like!

Thank you so much for enabling me to talk about my Tavs 🙏🙏

I’m gonna answer these about Xurith, my Drow monk who romanced Lae’zel, and who will be making several appearances in my upcoming kinktober if I ever finish writing them oops

4. What would your Tav’s romance scenes look like? How many would they have?

Xurith is uhhhhhh a bit of an idiot when it comes to romance, and this is why she romanced Lae’zel and not Shadowheart; Lae came up to her and declared her interest very clearly and obviously. Which worked on her.

So if she was an npc being romanced you’d have to be the one to approach her. Your approval would need to be fair for her first romance scene and she would be so down to make out sloppy style, she has no hang-ups over becoming physical early in the relationship. She won’t actively progress it any further without prompting but if the player asks about taking it further she’s very positive about it.

Her second romance scene would be triggered towards the end of act 2, but you'd have to actively be camping at Last Light to trigger it. She’d be antsy and itching to make some sort of progress in the quests and at night she comes over and asks to share your bedroll (in a cuddling way, not a sex way). You are going to be the big spoon whether you want to or not. This is the scene where she shares her worries about the journey with you, and she cries for the first time in years. After the player comforts her you both fall asleep/trance, and in the morning Xurith (very uncharacteristically shyly) asks if they’re official now or something. If the player says yes she goes oh FUCK YES and asks to kiss you right away.

Her third romance scene is in the city in act 3. There’s a soft sex scene and then pillow talk about what you want to do after the netherbrain is defeated. She says she never wants to go back to the Underdark again; if your character is an Underdark dweller, you can choose if they want to say they’ll stay with her or that they want to go back home. If you say they’ll go back home she’ll tell you that she won’t go back, and she’ll enjoy this relationship while it lasts but she won’t follow you back down there. If you want to stay together in Faerun/go to the Astral Plane as a gith then she says she’ll be with you for as long as you’ll have her. If you say ��That’s forever” then she’ll smile and say “Forever is a big promise. Are you sure you’ll still want me in fifty years?” Of course the correct dialogue response here is “There’s not a doubt in my mind.” She kisses you and says “Nor mine.”

9. What’s the significance behind your Tav’s name?

So Xurith is a name I actually just took from a drow name generator without much thought to it (she was my second ever Tav so I didn’t put loads of thought into her name like I do now), so I just looked to see if I could find the meaning. The closest I could put together from the drow name guide of prefixes and suffixes was Xullithra which means crimson dragon, which is one of the most accidentally brilliant coincidences I could’ve had for a character romancing Lae’zel.

(Also after this it’s now my hc that she was actually named Xullithra but because she lost her family so young she couldn’t pronounce her name properly, and so when the monks took her in off the street they asked her her name and she said Xuwifuh in her little baby voice and they thought she said Xurith. So that became her name from then on).

24. What does your Tav consider to be their own biggest character flaw?

She’s somewhat absent-minded, very impulsive and doesn’t think her words through before saying them. In an alternate version of events she argued with Vlaakith at the crèche long enough to get the whole party disintegrated. She’s also literally a monk so mindfulness and inaction have been drilled into her from a young age, but she just can’t seem to handle her free spirit and impulsivity. The Mother in charge of the monastery tried so hard to calm it, got her meditating for hours and hours a day, tried positive and negative reinforcement, and eventually came to the conclusion that she was a lost cause. The monks were singing How Do You Solve a Problem Like Xurith every single day at the monastery is what I’m saying. The thing is, it’s not necessarily her worst quality - it’s just what she’s been taught is her worst quality

[szayelapowo]

fuck i know what i am now i finally figured it out

originally i thought i was a hellhound that tried to escape hell and was punished by being born into this sick diseased human body, but that never felt quite right. or at least not the first part. the second part is sort of right though.

what i actually am is a rogue church grim. i was a normal dog at first. i had an owner but he betrayed me by burying me alive in a newly built graveyard. then after i became a ghost i found out what happened and that i would be forced to protect the humans that were buried there after me and i was pissed. i thought my owner cared about me. i thought i could trust humans but i was wrong so i decided i wasnt gonna do what they wanted. why should i be forced to guard humans after what they did to me?

my memories are still pretty hazy and theres a several hundred year gap between when that wouldve happened and when i was born into this existence but i remember being stuck and miserable there for a while. i had another owner at some point though. like an evil thing, not human. i could shapeshift into a red dragon and white cat (and maybe other things?) for some reason too. what i think happened was the evil thing gave me that power and freed me from being bound to the cemetery, but in exchange for that freedom and power i had to agree to eventually be reborn as a severely disabled human (as punishment for the intense hatred i had of them).

idk what will happen after i die again. ig probably ill go to hell. was it worth it? idk but at least i got to meet szay, so yeah ig maybe it was. i just hope i can stay with him after bc hes my owner now and always will be.

but it all makes too much sense.

a) why i havent died yet despite the ridiculous amount of diseases i have. its because im not allowed to die, my punishment hasnt ended yet. i guess it wont end even when my body finally gives out since my hatred and negativity are only getting stronger the more pain and trauma i experience. i was born a month early and almost died at three days old. i should have, the doctors said i would likely have brain damage (i do). only reason i survived was because i hadnt fulfilled the agreement with the evil thing yet.

b) why i hate humans and never trusted them. i know there are good ones out there but how would i know which ones they are when the one i thought was good fucking murdered me? so i just dont allow anyone to get too close because how do i know they wont do it again? i cant trust anyone.

c) why im obsessed with the idea of being someones pet, of having an owner (szay now). because thats how it was before the pain started, when i felt loved. and then again after that, but that was a more negative experience.

d) why i refuse to take orders from anyone except my owner/mate (szay). why i get so pissed off, violent, and suicidal whenever someone tries to tell me i "have to" do anything, especially cops or the government. id literally rather die again than be forced to do what they want just because they say so. they have no right to make me do anything. if they threaten me with imprisonment for refusing then ill just kms out of spite. fuck them all, theyre not my owners. only szay has that kind of authority over me.

e) why ive had nightmares since i was a toddler (maybe before that but i dont remember anything from this life before age 2-3) of humans trying to kill me and turning into a black dog or red dragon to either defend myself or escape.

ive also always had a natural instinct to growl and bite when humans look at me or get too close. even as a toddler, before the abuse and trauma started (or before i perceived it as that and it started affecting me emotionally anyway).

ive always been able to feel my claws, fangs, ears, tail, and fur, (and rarely wings) and my joints always hurt because theyre in the wrong places, (and my buttcrack constantly aches because my tail aint there gdi) but the feelings get more intense when im scared or pissed. i itch and feel invisible bugs on me all the time too, probably fleas? my guts always hurt too either because theyre built wrong or because im not supposed to be able to eat human food (but you can take my chocolate away from me when i die for good lmao)

that last part (the phantom body parts, pain, and bugs) i guess is probably hallucinations from being schizospec, but everything else is real. i know its not a delusion, its just what i was before this existence.

...this post is a mess im sorry. there was more i wanted to say but i forgot. the pain in my intestines and joints is getting bad again. ugh.

[attackmybutt]

Looking for an RP partner

So... lately I have been having an itch to write/RP... it's been years since I last wrote anything substantial... but I want to hop back onto the "bicycle" so to speak, so here's to some self advertising and info about myself.

Before you proceed, keep in mind I'm 29NB and any future partners willing to RP with me MUST be 21+. I would prefer it if they were 25+ as it would mean they are closer to my age, but I'm not going to be nit picky about the age range as long as they are 21 years old.

I have some RP experience both in tumblr and discord, but as I previously stated, it's been years. I also written a fic here and there, years ago.

My replies tend to vary from one liner sentences to multiple paragraphs in one go or in-between depending on my creative juices. You don't need to match my length (if I get crazy and reply you in one too many multiple paragraphs) if the creative juices aren't flowing.

I am looking for a casual partner, someone who feels comfortable with me and vice versa. Someone who wants to have fin with me and making up stories for our favorite characters/ships.

Also very important for me, communication is key. Specially before starting a RP and during. We have to know each other's squicks, hard no's and anything that could be potentially triggering to either one of us.

I am very open minded and I am willing to RP almost anything for example: smut, GL, BL, HET, dark stuff, violence, gore, bdsm, a/b/o, mpreg/fpreg....etc. Thinking about it, I might just RP about anything as long as it's talked to beforehand, there might be some instances where I might say no, depending on the characters and the story being written. (I'm saying like if the situations call for it I might bre willing to write vore, which I personally don't like)

I shall only RP in discord and discord only. It's easier and cleaner. I ain't going back to tumbr RPing, unless I get begged to go back to that mess. I don't wan't create a character tumblr blog ever again, or do I?

I am an ever loving multi-shipper and love many ships, however I do have my OTPs.

I don't mind doing RP with OCs, whether they be OC x OC, or MC x OC. I do have some OCs that live mostly in my head. (I might share them one day to the world, maybe, maybe not.)

And now... it is time to put down the list of some of the fandoms I am willing to RP and the characters (muses) I am comfortable to RP as and some of the ships that go with it. (Bold means I feel way more comfortable than usual writing for the character, don't know why, some characters just sing to my soul I guess?) Regardless, I'll RP as anyone and I'll do any ships, unless they are a NOTP. This is just a sample list, if you decide to RP with me, we can talk more in depth about it.

Jujutsu Kaisen -I am all caught up with the manga- (muses: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Nanami Kento, Zenin Maki, Todo Aoi) (Ships: Any/Yuuji, Maki/Nobara, Satoru/Suguru, Nanami/Vacation, etc...)

Chainsaw Man -I am all caught up with the manga- (muses: Denji, Power) (ships: any/any)

Gintama -I am feeling nostalgic- (muses: Shimura Shinpachi, Sakata Gintoki, Kondo Isao, Okita Sougo) (ships: ginshin, kondo/okita, hijikata/okita...etc)

Dragon Ball (muses: Son Goku, Vegeta, Bulma..etc) (ships: any)

Demon Slayer (muses: Kamado Tanjiro, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Rengoku Kyojuro, Uzui Tengen) (ships: any)

Uh... those are the ones that are coming up with some character preference... Here's another list of other fandoms I am in and are willing to RP. It is mixed media, not only anime like the above list.

Daimond no Acce

A Song of Ice and Fire (that includes the shitshow that GoT became)

House of the Dragon

SuperBat (yes, just the ship. I am familiar with DC to some degree, movies, some cartoons -Justice League-)

Marvel (I'm stuck in stucky, but I am more comfortable with Marvel than I am with DC)

Naruto (No Boruto anything.)

Bleach

Fate Series

JoJo

Eyeshield21

...and more... just ask and I shall let you know. If you decide we would be a good RP, just sent me a message here in tumblr or an ask. (and pray I actually see it cause I'm bad with that kind of stuff)

[frozenbound]

dragon hybrids anon here to say u absolutely knocked it outta the park w/ my request thank u very much. glad to hear ure feelin a bit better and even more glad to see more of ur excellent writing. ive got another request if u feel like it: time travel shenanigans where an older hanzo (around overwatch recall-ish age) ends up in the past somehow and gets seduced by a very needy younger version of his little brother (pre attempted fratricide) who has a thing for older men because of obvious reasons. maybe throw in some daddy kink and some mild identity porn if ure so inclined :3

I'm glad you enjoyed them, Anon!! Dragon hybrid Shimadas are just...so good. I really enjoyed writing it!

And now time travel shenanigans! Man oh man, I LOVE me some Shimadacest time traveling and identity porn, let me tell you!! Another high quality ask! Thanks so much for the request, I appreciate it!

Time traveling Older Hanzo with Young Genji, coming right up under the Read More!

Hanzo sprawled out on his back, staring at the sky through a canopy of pink and white cherry blossoms.

He knew joining Overwatch would be a bad idea. He just knew it.

As soon as he could breathe again, he was going to get to his feet, find Genji, and drag him away to…somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t the middle of a battle between renegade Omnics and renegade heroes.

Genji wouldn’t be too surprised. As soon as he had finished giving Hanzo a tour of their base…a dilapidated, obsolete eyesore…and introduced him to his teammates…a ragtag group of overly-loud, overly-enthusiastic extroverts that had Hanzo itching to disappear at the earliest possible moment…Genji had brought Hanzo to a quiet rooftop overlooking the Mediterranean, sat him down, took off his mask, and said with an mirthful will of iron, “Yes, they’re insane, but so am I, and so are you, and I’m convinced this is where we can do the most good, brother.”

Hanzo had scoffed. “You may be insane,” he’d grumbled, looking out over the orange water towards the setting sun, “but I am not. What makes you think I’m staying after seeing all that?”

“This,” Genji said simply.

And he had leaned forward and kissed Hanzo.

With tongue.

Then with moans, deep, drawn-out moans as Hanzo pressed forward and laid them both out full-length on that roof, chasing the flavor, the feel of Genji’s mouth.

At last. At long, long last.

There, under the open, darkening sky, Hanzo had, with trembling fingers, pushed his trousers down and then felt and poked and prodded between Genji’s legs, finally fondling Genji’s cock and ballsack that fell into the open air when his little brother released his codpiece, and sighing when long-held yearning was finally relieved as his fingertips found the soft, clenching muscle of Genji’s entrance.

By the time the sun disappeared under the horizon, Hanzo was buried in Genji, holding back sobs at how good he felt, how perfect he was around him and laid out under him, so willing and relaxed and buzzing with desire, desire for him, Hanzo, which he had only dreamed might exist in his little brother’s heart.

Then, after Hanzo had thrust his way to both their completions, Genji spilling across his own stomach and chest untouched with a cry that echoed Hanzo’s as he erupted deep inside, they had lain there together under the stairs, wrapped in each other’s arms.

“I’ve wanted this,” Hanzo murmured into Genji’s hair, drawing him closer to his chest, “since the moment you earned your dragon. You looked so handsome, bathed in light and power. I knew then I wanted no one other than you.”

Genji chuckled. “I wish,” he said with a trace of trepidation, “that I could say the same. Don’t get me wrong, brother, I’m flattered that you’ve wanted me for so long, but the world might’ve been kind to keep us apart so long. I’ve always admired you, looked up to you, but would I have returned your affections? Well…not until I saw you again in the castle.”

Despite having Genji here in his arms at last, it was something of a blow to hear that Genji hadn’t shared his feelings as long, but that wasn’t anyone’s fault, much less Genji’s. However, curiosity piqued, Hanzo asked, “Until you saw me there? Why?”

He felt Genji sigh against his chest. “I’m a little wiser than I was in our youth, brother, but one thing hasn’t changed.”

Hanzo furrowed his brow. “What?”

“I’m still as shallow as ever. When I saw that you were…” Genji fell silent and shifted around for an uncomfortable moment, before he awkwardly laughed and continued, “that you’d grown into a DILF, into an oji-san, I instantly got hard as a rock and stayed hard during that entire fight.”

Genji chuckled when the skin pressing against his face warmed up. Hanzo’s blushing was so intense it had reached all the way down to his chest.

“I am not…” Hanzo mumbled.

“Yeah, you are,” Genji said with a laugh. “Accept it. Be grateful for it. Once I caught the oji-san bug when I was nineteen, I’ve chased them all my life. Now I’ve got one for my very own, and I’m not letting go.”

Hanzo was silent for a few moments, before he ventured, “So…if I had…confessed to you earlier…”

“Honestly? If you had confessed before you hid that long chin of yours under your beard, automatic no, and I wouldn’t have been nice about it. After you grew your beard, I might’ve been up for being fuckbuddies, but I suspect that wasn’t what you wanted.”

“No,” Hanzo agreed, his heart clenching.

“I think,” Genji said gently, “that we could’ve had something that wasn’t perfect, but good enough…maybe…to last until you aged like a fine wine.”

“Humph.”

Genji shrugged and stroked his hand up and down Hanzo’s flank. “I’m sorry, brother, but I’m only being honest.”

“I know,” Hanzo said with a huff. “And I accept it, but I wish many, many things could have been different in the past.”

“As do I,” Genji said softly. “But I wouldn’t change this, right here, right now. Never. Not for anything.”

And for one perfect moment, Hanzo was content. With everything. Past, present, and future.

The moment had passed, of course, but with Genji at his side and in his bed and in his heart, much of that contentment managed to stick around.

But enough was enough.

After being forced to return to Hanamura to face an alliance of Hashimoto and Talon just in time for a Null Sector attack to send everyone, friend and foe, scrambling for cover, enough was finally enough.

The battle against Null Sector had been hard, but ultimately successful, and Hanzo had even allowed himself to be briefly impressed by this ragtag group of heroes…then a lone Null Sector omnic soldier had reared up out of its hiding place and blasted Hanzo off his feet, along with Tracer, the time-traveling, hyperactive poster child of the new Overwatch, right into one of Symmetra’s teleporters.

Hanzo attributed the sudden silence and abrupt change of scene to the teleporter. The only place there could be this many cherry blossoms was on the castle grounds, so they were evidently not in Kanazaka any longer. 

So he could afford to lie here for a little while before he finally got up and made the long trip back down the hill and find Genji.

“Well, well! What do we have here?”

Hanzo started at the familiar voice, his eyes widening, but no…that was impossible.

“Another drunkard left behind after the Golden Week crowds, huh? You’d better get up, old man. The Shimada family may open the grounds to the public out of the goodness of their hearts, but most of them aren’t as laid back and…forgiving as…I am…”

There was a moment of silence…charged silence, as Hanzo felt eyes rake up and down his body.

“Hey there.”

Hanzo sat up with a jolt when someone crouched beside him, and the sight was as impossible as the sound: Genji.

Young, unscarred, fully flesh, looking down at him while licking his lips.

Seductively.

“G…” Hanzo started to say, breathless, astounded, shocked to the core.

Then he picked his jaw off the floor, clicked his mouth closed, and scowled, because the answer came to him in a flash.

He was dreaming. The blast hadn’t thrown him into the teleporter after all; it had thrown him into a wall and he had suffered a major head trauma and he was hallucinating-slash-dreaming.

It took him a moment to realize what was happening because Genji, young, whole, untouched, hadn’t appeared in his dreams since the real Genji, with every mark Hanzo had carved into him, had dropped out of the shadows and back into his life.

Before then, however, he had appeared often enough…and wearing that exact expression, exuberant, confident, and utterly shameless as his lively eyes traveled up and down Hanzo’s body, lingering on his torso and arms because each muscle was outlined by his skintight, longsleeved compression shirt.

He licked his lips again, in that characteristic way that always forced Hanzo’s eyes to watch the perfect lines of his mouth.

“Well, oji-san,” Genji said in a voice so low it was nearly a growl. “I don’t think the guards know you’re here. What will you do if they find you?”

Hanzo’s hackles immediately raised at the word oji-san. This was the Genji who would have rejected him if he had confessed his feelings long ago, precisely because he wasn’t an oji-san.

And this Genji knew that, because this was a dream and Hanzo’s subconscious delighted in torturing him at every opportunity.

And indeed, Genji smiled teasingly at Hanzo’s deepening scowl. “Oh, yes,” he drawled. “Lucky for you, I think I could be convinced to help you out a little, if you were to do me a little…favor.”

And Genji reached out to trace his finger down Hanzo’s arm.

Hanzo snorted.

One of these dreams, huh? he thought as he watched Genji waggle his eyebrows suggestively.

Fine, then. If even Dream Genji preferred DILFs, then he’d get one.

“O-oy!”

Hanzo surged up to his feet and, grabbing Genji by the shirt, hoisted him to his feet and slammed Genji harshly against the nearest tree, causing the blossoms above them to quiver.

Normally, he had enough propriety not to kiss his little brother out in the open.

Here, though…

“Mmf!” Genji tried to shout past Hanzo’s lips, but like so many times before, he struggled for only a moment or two before his eyes rolled back and his lips and mouth and body relaxed under Hanzo’s, and Hanzo permitted himself a thrill of triumph as he sought to get a taste of this Genji, the one who had enraptured him for so long.

He tasted shockingly similar to how Genji tasted now, despite everything…

But reality bleeding into his dreams was to be expected. Hanzo had always been overwhelmingly practical, so that even when he was lucid dreaming and had the power to do literally anything he wanted, he was content with Genji’s soft lips under his own, with Genji’s skin under his hands as they roved under his shirt, and with Genji’s sigh, so relaxed, so accepting of this oji-san version of his older brother sticking his tongue down his throat and pinching and tweaking his nipples and pressing the whole length of their bodies together…but only for a moment.

Then Hanzo was sliding down, breaking the wet kiss even as Genji chased after him, before his little brother gave up and threw his head back and let out another long sigh as Hanzo pressed kisses to his throat and to the swell of muscle underneath his shirt until his knees hit and ground and he was facing the bulge in Genji’s short shorts.

He deftly unbuttoned and unzipped them and was not the least bit surprised when Genji’s heavy cock fell out, uncontained by any underwear.

And Hanzo drew in a long, indulgent sniff, filling his lungs with Genji, before he opened his mouth and effortlessly let Genji slide past his lips and tongue and straight into his throat.

“Fuck!” Genji yelped, his hands clamping onto Hanzo’s head, his fingertips curling into his graying hair. “Fuck! Fuck!”

Hanzo would have chuckled if Genji weren’t blocking his airway.

Then he would have sneezed, since Genji’s pubic hair was tickling his nose.

But he managed to suppress it as he drew back, hearing Genji’s breath catch as he stopped to nurse right on the head of his cock, drinking in the precum that was all but spurting out.

Then he laid his hands over Genji’s, still fisted in his hair, looked up at his little brother, and nodded.

Genji was impetuous, self-assured, and most of all, intense when he had been this young.

Dark lust dimmed Genji’s eyes.

His grip tightened.

And he slammed his cock back into Hanzo’s throat.

Hanzo would have sighed in utter contentment, if…

As it was, he had to steal what gulps of air he could in the split seconds of freedom, between the brutal slams of his little brother’s cock into the warm, slick, tight confines of his DILF older brother, so pleased to have found such the perfect little cocksleeve he’d always needed.

Hanzo started to make obscene and wet noises every time his airway was clear because he knew the fire it would set in Genji’s blood, the carnal conflagration, the absolute need to fuck and pound into that welcoming mouth until he shot his boiling load straight down into Hanzo’s stomach.

Genji shuddered and thrust Hanzo’s face into his pelvis, burying his nose into his pubes one last time, and Hanzo was a practical man; all he wanted was to be this close to Genji, with Genji’s length pulsing in his mouth and throat, and Genji’s heat blooming and burning all the way down to his core.

Black spots danced in his vision and his fingers tingled and his blood screamed for oxygen, but nothing could come between him and this most intimate moment that he craved more, much more than air.

It was Genji who eventually drew back and allowed Hanzo to suck in a long, deep breath.

Then Genji reached down and tilted his wet, drool-covered bearded chin up and they locked gazes for a few endless moments, simply staring, with Hanzo panting, open-mouthed with red lips, and Genji had something akin to worship in his eyes.

Once Hanzo had caught his breath, Genji tugged him back to his feet and kissed him, gently, licking over his sensitive lips.

And with his free hand, he pushed those short shorts to the floor and stepped out of them.

And he pulled Hanzo forward.

And he unbuttoned and shoved Hanzo’s trousers down just enough to free his weeping, rockhard erection.

And he urged Hanzo to press forward harder, to press Genji firmly against the tree trunk, and to support his weight as he wrapped his legs around Hanzo’s hips.

And he guided one of Hanzo’s hands down and under the curve of his perfectly muscled, round ass…

…to the soft flared rubber handle of a buttplug.

Hanzo chuckled into Genji’s mouth as he tugged on it.

This really was a dream come true.

Then he swallowed Genji’s moans as he slowly, excruciatingly slowly, pulled it out, stretching Genji’s rim until it popped free.

And Hanzo tossed it aside and lined up his cock with Genji’s loose, lubed, and welcoming entrance and drove in as deeply and easily as Genji had driven into his throat.

“Ah!” Genji cried out, breaking their kiss.

He sounded so sweet that Hanzo didn’t resume it; instead, he latched onto the side of his neck, sucking and raking his teeth and mouthing and licking as he gently rocked in and out of Genji, as gentle now as he had been the first time they’d made love, because Genji was the wild and ferociously free brother who wanted to bust his nut into his devastatingly handsome older brother and mark him as his as quickly as possible, and Hanzo was the practical and patient brother, and he wanted the slick, velvety heat of his little brother around his cock for as long as possible.

“Ah! Ah!”

Genji sounded wonderful. Divine.

He sounded almost as good as he felt.

So hot, so smooth, so perfect, molding around him as though he was made to be the lock to Hanzo’s key, his body parting and opening to Hanzo’s gentle yet insistent nudging and chasing after him as he glided out, and Hanzo felt like he had all the time in the world, here under the cherry blossoms, to work his way gradually up to his pinnacle, the smell of his and Genji’s sweat and arousal slowly intensifying and combining, their breaths getting increasingly ragged with Hanzo’s being particularly raspy in his abused throat, a constant reminder of the contrast between their radically different yet complementary styles.

“O-Oji-san,” Genji panted, right when Hanzo was on the edge.

“Say my name, Genji,” Hanzo bit out harshly, teetering.

Genji blinked rapidly.

Then, slowly, “H…”

Hanzo paused and waited.

“H…Han…Hanzo…” Genji breathed.

“Again,” Hanzo ordered.

“Hanzo.”

“Again.”

“Hanzo!” he yelped as Hanzo bucked his hips, burying himself balls-deep in the first abrupt movement he had made since crushing their lips together at the beginning of this sweet, teasing dream.

“Again, Genji,” Hanzo panted. “Never stop.”

“Hanzo! Hanzo!”

He followed the rhythm Genji set with his name, spearing up into him and punching that sweet call out of his little brother…

“Hanzo! Hanzo! Hanz…ah!”

…until he felt Genji’s hot essence erupt between them, soaking their clothes, seeping in to wet their skin, as Genji again shuddered and trembled all around him.

He drove in one last time, seeking to surround himself with Genji as much as possible.

“Genji,” he hissed as he flooded into his precious little brother, painting him, filling him, marking him as his, as he always was, as he always would be, as his cock throbbed and his nerves sang and the need he had to unite with his brother, to always be united with him, was sated…again…for a little while.

His orgasm slowly tapered off, leaving him as content as he had learned was only possible when he was here, in Genji, buried in him and covered with him and holding him both deep inside and in his arms.

He bent his knees and lowered them both to the ground. When the motion eventually popped him out of Genji’s sloppy, red entrance, Hanzo returned the gentle favor Genji had bestowed on him by lifting his hips, nearly bending him in half, and burying his face in Genji’s musky valley and laving his tongue over the red skin, licking up the errant white ropes of cum leaking out until Genji managed to wink closed and keep the rest deep within him, where it belonged.

Then he lowered Genji’s hips to the ground, his legs splayed on either side of him, and they just looked at each other silently for a few moments, breathing slowly, the smell of sex heavy around them.

Genji suddenly smiled, lopsidedly, and opened his mouth.

There was a flash of white light.

And Hanzo slammed against a wall.

“Oof!” Tracer grunted alongside him, and then, with a flash of blue light, she was gone and suddenly thirty feet away, on her feet, uninjured, and flashing away, firing into the rogue Omnic’s sides with her pistols.

Hanzo laid on the ground, nearly catatonic with whiplash and confusion.

What…?

And suddenly Genji was there, all sleek and white and metallic with his cybernetics, crouching beside him…

…tucking his flaccid penis back into his trousers and buttoning him up…

…then gathering him into his arms and running, carrying him to safety and the warm glow of Mercy’s healing staff.

Later, hours later, when the battle was over and the sun had long since set and Hanzo was as well as circumstances permitted, he went in search of Genji.

He found him on the rooftop, gray against the night sky.

They stood side-by-side for a moment, looking up at the stars.

Hanzo turned to Genji, opening his mouth to speak…

…but Genji was already pushing him down to his knees.

Hanzo let out a little annoyed huff, but he supposed they could talk later.

For now, he simply kept his mouth open.

[sonicasura]

Peluda!Wind

The last Link in our Chain who hasn't gotten an inhuman version. I won't lie that it was DIFFICULT thinking what I could make Wind as the other choices either have not enough info or just didn't fit my idea.

Today I finally found one in the form of the Peluda (Spanish for Hairy One) or La Velue (Shaggy Beast in French). A fur covered serpentine like creature bearing poison tip spines can breathe fire and caused floods. Even though this creature originates in France, I'm using Peluda name as it's shorter and easier to remember.

Hatched from a strange egg his Grandma found outside her house one day. Wind instinctively took on a Hylian form just three weeks afterwards. His spines didn't grow in until he was 8 and they can be flattened against his back when not in use.

The effects of Wind's poison varies on how big the dosage is but it's instantaneous either way. Small: Hallucinations. Medium: Full body paralysis. Large: Calcification of all flesh.

His fur is sun blonde in color while his scales are a royal blue. Wind is a draconic long necked Peluda and is around the size of a large elephant at his current age in LU. His Hylian form has some Peluda traits such as a few small spines, some fur on his back, claws and sharp teeth.

Has difficulty swimming in Hylian form and can only doggy paddle since it's the closest to swimming in his true form. As a Peluda, he can outswim the fastest speedboat and catch up to horses quite quickly on land.

Everyone on Outset Island knows about Wind's true nature so they're quite protective of him. Anyone looking for the Shaggy Beast is always led on a wild goose chase especially since the Fishmen like Wind too. He sheds both scales and fur which is repurposed into different items for the islanders.

He doesn't shift into his true form much when off his home island especially around the King of Red Lions. Their first meeting was already awkward as he shifted back to his true form halfway through the Helmaroc King's sendoff and nearly crash into said ship.

Will sneeze fire so Wind often runs to some non-flammable location or place the instant he feels an itch. His tail will materialize with a harsh enough sneeze. Linebeck learned that bit the hard way as five seconds later he had to be fished out of the sea from a sudden tail slap.

Quite a few other people and races know about his true form such as the Goron, Rito, Koroks, Anouki, Yook, Linebeck, Tetra alongside her crew, etc. After the events of Phantom Hourglass, charms based on Wind's true form were made and seen as good luck charms. (Linebeck definitely started it.)

Once becoming apart of the Chain, Wind was actually nonchalant about his Peluda nature. Only Time and Warriors knew as the Sailor was less hesitant to use it during HW's events. He just kept it to himself until there was a situation that needed such power. Wind did scare the absolute shit out of any Downfall Era Zora dumb enough to drag him in the water before then.

He took on his Peluda nature when the group got stuck in the middle of a monster ridden sea too dangerous to sail any boat in. Wind was definitely a little shit about it even as he ferried the group to safety.

Hyrule had some issues interacting with the Sailor afterwards considering how hostile dragons were in his era. This just gave Wind more incentive to help the Traveller feel comfortable around the nicer members of the draconic species.

It isn't uncommon for a few Links to sneak a little nap on the Sailor's back as he can carry his fellow Chain members while they travel. If he's shedding, Wind lets the group use his shed fur and scales too. Items made from his fur are very durable, waterproof, fireproof but also cold resistant. Anything made from his scales is resistant to fire, ice and much more durable than the average counterpart.

Wild might've wanted to see what Wind could do in his true form once. Both were never allowed to be left alone together again afterwards. Just know Wind invented Hyrule's version of the Loch Ness Monster as a byproduct.

Overall, it felt like the Chain had gotten one sassy teenage Peluda instead of a sassy juvenile pirate. Warriors did try to ground Wind once. Captain found himself grounded by a large tail instead for horrible self care.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you back in Hyrule!

[morekerosene]

The Hero Enraged

My fanfic for the first day of Zelink week 2023, organized by @zelinkcommunity

Prompt: Yearning

Rating: M for somewhat graphic violence

Wordcount: 902

WARNING: Major Spoilers for TotK Main quests and for the Dueling Peaks stable Penn quest

Note: I actually wrote this ages ago but I procrastinated finishing it for a while and it fit the Zelink week prompt very well. I’m still pretty new to fanfic, comments of any kind are very much appreciated

“Link… Open your eyes…” The princess’s voice was the first thing Link heard as he awoke, not fully sure of his surroundings. He saw nothing but a bright golden light. “Wake up, Link.”

  Link took the time to take in his surroundings. The last time Zelda had woken him up like that was almost six years ago, when Link had woken up in the shrine of resurrection with no memory other than how to fight and his own name. Soon after, King Rhoam’s spirit set Link on a quest to save a girl whose name he didn’t know, but still stirred his heart when he heard it. Now, he was lying in the bed they shared. 

Usually Link rose before his love and made breakfast for the two of them. Today, however, Zelda was leaning over his back, trying to shake him awake. He groaned and grabbed the pillow.

  “We’re going to explore the tunnels under the castle today, remember?” Zelda said as she shook him. A survey team had recently discovered that there was a labyrinth of tunnels beneath Hyrule Castle while clearing some of the rubble, and Zelda was itching to explore it. That explained why she was up so early.

  “Don’t make me have to pull you out of bed, sleepyhead!” She poked him in the cheek as she made that last remark. Link responded by grabbing the pillow, quickly turning around and hitting her with it before she realized he was up. “Sneak strike!”  

Zelda fell forward onto the bed, and Link reached out his arms to grab her. She was laughing as he grabbed her sides. “Link, Stop it, get some clothes on!” Link smirked at the princess laying on top of him. “Ok fine, we’ll finish this tonight.” He got up and planted a short kiss on her nose.

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It had been 8 months since Zelda woke Link up early, vibrating with excitement over what they might find below the castle. That was the last time Link had seen Zelda with his own eyes. The love of his life had been unfairly ripped from his arms once again. And now he didn’t know if he would ever see her again.

Link witnessed Zelda’s experiences in the distant past, and 1 month ago he discovered the truth about where his beloved was. He could hardly bare thinking about it without spiraling into dread, but he had to keep going. Zelda sacrificed everything that she was just to give Link a fighting chance. And so he made his way onto the back of the light dragon and claimed the Master Sword. 

He wasn’t sure what to think now. He encountered Penn on top of the Dueling Peaks stable, who heard reports that the Yiga clan kidnapped Princess Zelda and were holding her somewhere in the Dueling Peaks. Somehow Link managed to keep himself together when he heard that.

He had to investigate the rumor. Link hadn’t spotted the Light Dragon since arriving in the Dueling Peaks, so maybe it was true. Maybe Zelda had been miraculously restored, and got kidnapped by the Yiga before she managed to find anyone else. The small hope of seeing her again led him to reminisce about that last morning. It seemed there was a chance that mornings like that would come again soon.

Link spotted the cage on the south side of the mountains. He flew across on his paraglider and kept quiet as he approached the cage, and there she was. She was standing in the cage, looking exactly as Zelda had when he lost her. “Link, help me!” She caught Link’s gaze, and called out for his help. Link activated Ultrahand and lifted the cage away from her.

“Only the Valiant, Golden Haired knight known as Link could move such a sturdy cage like that.” 

Link knew right away that something was off. His Zelda would never address him like that. 

She began to approach Link, chuckling. “I knew we’d lure in some heroic wannabes if we used Zelda as bait, but we’ve even managed to snare you!” Link reached back to the Master Sword in its sheath.

“Hey, don’t worry! Once we find the real Zelda, we’ll send her to join you! Promise!”

Link drew his blade.

“Alright everyone, this is definitely the golden-haired golden boy. Get him!” The false Princess revealed themself to be another Yiga assassin, one of the many who Link had beaten. Two more Yiga footsoldiers appeared in puffs of smoke.

Link had fused his sword with a wicked sharp silver Lizalfos horn. With it, he quickly took out the two Yiga who teleported in, who fled just as quickly as they arrived. All that was left was the one who was disguised as his Princess. He rushed at Link, who parried the assassin’s blade with his shield and deftly returned a strike to the clansman’s back. 

The attempted ambusher was about to teleport away, but the hero wasn’t finished. He had never been this furious before. The assassin had dangled the hope of seeing Zelda again right in front of his face, but it was nothing more than an illusion. In that moment Link sought nothing other than vengeance. Link leapt at the fleeing clansman and drove the Master Sword into his opponent's chest. The body collapsed to the ground with a thud against the rock. Hylian blood stained the blade of evil’s bane. 

Blood along his sword was a surprisingly infrequent occurrence for Link. The monsters he normally fought didn’t bleed, and he usually let the Yiga escape since they were more of a nuisance than an actual threat. Even their leader rarely posed a problem to him. But this time, his anger boiled over.

[ageless-aislynn]

Aislynn and the Long Rambly Rambles about Video Games and Finishing My Halo WIPs and Potential Future Halo Fic Ideas and I Dunno Maybe I Should Finish My Last Two Flash WIPs 'Cause That Would Be Super Rad, Too, Right?™️

Finished! I had a lot of fun with Portal! I did finally manage to compensate for the weird "look to the side and look all the way up or down" problem I was having, thankfully. The puzzle aspect was awesome!

Now, since I'm here for a good time, not to be an amazing gamer, I'mma be straight with you: I looked up the answer whenever I got stuck. I tried all of the puzzles "cold" first and kept trying even when I had no idea what to do. Then, when I reached that first hint of ~~frustration~~, I just looked up the answer. Most of the time, I still had to work to get through it, so it wasn't a gimme. But I don't even care if it does. Like I said, I'm here for a good time, full stop. After really thinking I was never going to get to play any other games in my Steam library because of all of Georgette's serious computer issues, I'm just super happy to be playing again!

I may play the second Portal next, might just go for something else entirely.

I still want to finish Scott/Peebee and Scott/Jaal in Mass Effect: Andromeda but while I can't make any further GIFs, I'm not in a big hurry to do that next. I can still capture the footage, though, so might just have to do that and then hope Georgette will let me install Vegas. 🤞😣🤞

I also have Half-Life and Half-Life 2 and I believe they're connected to Portal in some way? Also have heard they're good games, so they're definitely on my to-play list.

Also there is, in no particular order:

Mass Effect Legendary Edition (got to finally experience the OT, after all!)

Dragon Age: Inquisition (I'm thinking this might slightly scratch my itch to play Baldur's Gate 3, since I'm waiting on that to go on sale)

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order (been looking forward to this one for a long time!)

Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain (another one I've been looking forward to for a while)

Tomb Raider (2013) (DEFINITELY been looking forward to this for ages and ages!)

Titanfall2 (have heard a lot of good things about this one; have also heard it's not too terribly long, which I'm looking for right now, I've got things like ME to play if I want something really long and involved but I'm honestly also looking for a few things that are less of a large time commitment to intersperse with the epic-sized games 😉)

Dead Rising 1, 2 and Off the Record (There are a few things about them I hope won't make me feel stressed out, I don't always do good with things that have time limits, but mannnn, I really want to try out all of the funny weapons and such that you can craft! So the plan is to not worry about "winning" just get in there and have fun!)

I've also got the Resident Evil Village demo but am kinda bummed that it's on a 30 minute time limit. So, like, if it takes me forever to get the hang of the controls, I might not get to see 5 minutes of gameplay. That'll suck. 😠It seems like it would've been better for the demo just to be a level or part of a level and if it takes you an hour to play it, what does it matter? You're still just playing that one little chunk they set aside for you to test out. Oh well, I'll give it a try out of these days.

The Resident Evil 4 remake demo isn't time-locked and you can replay it as much as you want, so I'm thinking about giving that a try. I dunno. I've watched a LOT of playthroughs in this franchise and I'd like to try them myself but I also know I can get skeeved out by body horror and sometimes survival horror in general just stresses me out. So, don't plan on picking up the full game of either of these until I get a chance to try out their demos at least. And I want them to be on a great sale in case I try the full game and then find myself going

Anyway, if you play games, what are you into these days?

Halo MCC will always be my comfort place, needless to say! Does anybody here do the weekly challenges? I love doing them! Just need 100 more points and I can buy everything on the final level/season/whatever they call it. I love getting new nameplates, lol!

Anyway, I did also do some writing today towards Camp NaNo and made my ridiculously low daily word par. I'm hoping to actually get all of the rest of "Recreation" and "15 Minutes" done in first draft form this month. That would be rad to just have to do final editing and get them posted in May! I'm going to miss them when they're done but I want to make sure that I get their story told, you know?

If I should achieve that goal, then I have a fluffy Vannak x Reader one-shot I'd like to finish. Then I realized if I do that, I'll have given everybody in Silver Team a Reader character except Riz. Can't have that, now can I? Riz is also MAH BB!

[i-am-not-a-super-hero]

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got tagged by the lovely @iplann! thank you! 🥰 (and for some reason tumblr just sent me the notification now 😭)

whoever else wants to do this, consider yourself tagged 💋

last song: neptune, sleeping at last

fave colour: pastel purple my beloved

currently watching: the bg3 cast plays d&d!

last movie: a haunting in venice

currently reading: tevinter nights (needed something to get the dragon age itch off while waiting for dragon age dreadwolf news ;3;)

sweet/savory/spicy: i love them all but i'm currently craving something sweet

relationship status: single

current obsession: my time at sandrock just updated so i'm back on it, i also recently rewatched banana fish (and i'm in asheiji hell once again). bg3 remains in my mind as well but not as strong as before

last google: sun haven wiki

currently working on: too many things, mostly oc stuff!

[stardustandash]

got the itch and booted up mass effect andromeda for the first time since i beat it in 2018 and like.... I'm still grumpy about the fact that we never got a "find the missing ark" dlc or anything else for it based on some very loud negative reviews.

because the game does suffer, the same way dragon age inquisition suffered, from having lots of plot-empty areas and fetch quests. But the characters in ME:A are on par with DA:I, and I would argue that Ryder has a much better grounding and motivation in their story than the Inquisitors do in theirs.

The only thing that DA:I has over it in any way is the character creator. that's still the best one I've ever had the pleasure of using.

I'm a little salty about it after seeing a lot of theorizing that we're returning to the original Mass Effect Trilogy for the next game, when they just gave us a whole new galaxy to play in. (also I don't want to touch anything from the originals again. They were perfect, let them lie in peace and happy replays).