one more solavellan WIP wednesday before veilguard

it's (NEW solavellan) WIP wednesday

(if you like, you can find my finished solavellan fics here. 💕)

he’s so fairytale knight to me

(wip)

he’s so pretty

(wip)

I’m no woman at all. I’m a barn owl. Cursed to live in human form.

(WIP)

(more solavellan) WIP whenever

(p.s. you can find my other solavellan fics here, if you like)

(heavy sighing) we're so back WIP

(solavellan) WIP wednesday

oh man you guys i’m actually gonna finish this one for once. did it hurt me to write it? yea 💖 update: it's here 😌

a god, once (WIP)

yea i might be in a creative depression rn but that won't stop me writing cullen fic (wip, ofc).

actively committing the cardinal sin of laying down color before finishing the sketch

if u hear somebody whispering “what the fuck…what the fuck…” it’s just me trying to figure out cullen’s armor for this prelim sketch

(update: finished piece here)

7 snippets, 7 mutuals

shoutouttttt to the inimitable @rowanisawriter for the tag!! what a delight. :)

tagging…@eelqueen, @lewdisescariot, @collegeoflore, @broscahawke, @kcwriter-blog, @galacticgraffiti, anddddd anyone else who wants to participate!! (as always, no pressure to those tagged <3)

1. Untitled Solavellan story

In his bliss he defaults to his mother tongue, pressing soft sounds to her skin with every kiss.

Emma sa’lath, he says, and ar lath ma, and bellanaris, and there are older, more intricate words she does not know, yet understands. 

In the end, they all mean the same thing: I love you, I love you.

2. Ortolan (an Ascended Astarion/ Spawn Tav story)

She finds the kitchen and the larder and the buttery standing useless– though the rats, if they could speak, might disagree.

They’re busy gnawing at the stock of moldy scraps still in the pantry, hardly minding her approach until she’s on them. When they scatter, her eyes track them like a hunter, like an animal, an instinct she’s developed since her death.

She is stronger, swifter, sharper– as Astarion had promised– but there is violence softly shimmering beneath. She wants to tear at something, always, wants to follow something home. She wants to bite down hard enough to make her jaw ache.