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well i did a shitton of writing this past week but nothing that’s consecutively next, so again i’m without an easy thing to post, but i do anticipate having something monday. (we’ll see)

in the meantime here is a snippet of a near-future iorveth/roche bit, which also has a special guest, Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Snippet; for context, Roche was Not Prepared for how strong this pipeweed is, and is rather struggling to maintain the appearance of sobriety.

[Sir Not-Appearing-In-This-Snippet] looked at Roche for a long moment, then looked at Iorveth, who was sitting back in his chair, legs folded up comfortably, one hand folded over his midsection and the other holding the pipe as he took a gentle, considering drag off of it. He looked comfortable and amused, but still deliciously dangerous somehow. His hair was longer these days, longer every time Roche saw him, and glossy, and lighter than Roche had thought– he’d assumed it was black, but it was really a dark brown, and now he wore it mostly loose, often braided in different configurations, and tonight it lay gleaming on his shoulder, glossy and beautiful, just the top of it caught back in an elaborate braid that went from his temples down the middle of the back of his head. His eyepatch was another soft woven band, as well, all in shades of green, matching the embroidery on his long flowing jacket.

He looked beautiful and terrifying, wreathed in pipe-smoke, and Roche was fortunately too heavy to move, or he’d have had to go kneel at his feet. There was just enough of Roche’s normal awareness left to remind him not to do that, but it was relying heavily on the assistance of gravity in this case.

also i just rediscovered this entire story i wrote a year ago, about Iorveth meeting Saskia for the first time, and I should… do something with that? I like shared the google doc with a couple of people and then mentally moved on but I should actually like, publish it or something. but I haven’t reread it enough to know how much work it needs, yet.

So it was only him, and implacable Nature, and the sun in the trees, and his rising fever and growing weakness.

And this dragon. He blinked in some surprise; he hadn’t expected a dragon. Or a– slyzard or whatever this was. Forktail. It didn’t look like any of the creatures he was used to. It was a pale greenish color, dull and unprepossessing, with big golden eyes, and it was rather large. It had popped its head over the edge of the little nest Iorveth had made himself in the crotch of this tree, and was looking at him with first one of its eyes, then the other.

“Oh,” Iorveth said. “I suppose this might as well happen.” (Your picture was not posted)

meradorm:*sits down to write a smut fic* The plot of this smut fic is that Character A believes...

point, it is though, listen, we all need to find religion or something like it a little bit sometimes, yes this is iorveth, but i've done it in other fandoms too, and in original work, amazing, anyway

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sits down to write a smut fic The plot of this smut fic is that Character A believes himself abandoned by God. (Your picture was not posted)