Hi guys! 4000 follows— geeze. I guess this really does mean giveaway time doesn’t it? I’m just… baffled, by the amount of people who like my work and support me. It fills my heart with joy, so I wanted to do something nice for you folks in return.
Unfortunately I can’t give gifts to everyone (As much as I want to, I just don’t know if I can cover 1k+ people… I’d waste away, I think. ); )
So, I had a look at my stock of Cell Phone charms and I’m happy to say that I am stupidly OVER STOCKED!
[Magfest left overs!]
[50+ unsold charms in here]
I figured I’d get rid of some of the bulk, as well as share a new design.
I’ll be adding BBC’s Sherlock Holmes and John Watsonto the collection. And what’s more, my Sample Charms for these are up for grabs in this giveaway!
‘I was bad at that,’ Garrett says after, his first time but not making him feel different, not making him feel wonderful, not making him feel terrible, just making him feel more like himself than ever—a little sore in places, flushed and sweaty and no dirtier or cleaner than usual. He just is, from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes, and he’s not alone.
Anders shifts next to him, both of them naked, both of them hairy, Anders’s hair coming loose from his ponytail and falling around his face.
‘You weren’t…terrible,’ Anders tells him. He pats Garrett’s chest, right in the middle, not where Garrett’s heart beats but where his ribcage comes together, where it swells with the air he takes into his lungs while his breathing steadies.
‘Fine,’ Garrett says. ‘But I’ll get better.’
just a separate reblob bc i want this writing on my blob ;;
a millionty years back i took those milestone requests, and neonowls was (HOPEFULLY STILL IS!) a fan of the nanders, so i thought, all right! i’ll write the lovely neonowls some nanders! so much time has passed and this little thing got…massively out of control, more than a ficlet should be, more than it was supposed to be. BUT NOW IT IS NATHANIEL HOWE WEEK, and i could not let my love of the man, the nose, the legend go by without contributing something. so! this is a link to the story on AO3. i swear i write more than silly awakening things! except i’m in such a silly awakening mood lately. i dunno. stop talking shimmy and post this before you chicken out ALL RIGHT THEN!
CELESTIAL BODIES, ~12,000 words, Anders/Nathaniel Howe, mostly PG-13. Anders keeps count of all the times he flirts with Nathaniel Howe, which is—coincidentally—all the times Nathaniel Howe doesn’t flirt back.
Anders had been flirting with Nathaniel Howe for a while now, to absolutely no effect.
The more persistent his advances, the more unsubtle and embarrassingly overt, the more oblivious Nathaniel became, to the point where—if Anders believed the man had any sense of humor whatsoever—it began to feel like a purposeful joke.
Anders imagined himself saying Good one, Nathaniel, and clapping the man on the back; then he laughed hard enough that the dwarf made a noise like he was having difficulty going to the bathroom.
It served Anders right for enjoying himself when there was still sort of a Blight on. Good to know the Maker was always there to get one in, when he could have been saving defenseless kittens from darkspawn slaughter or helping the mages not be trapped in lonely towers all the time.
‘Do you find this task funny, Anders?’ Nathaniel asked.
Anders sighed. ‘It never is, when you’re around,’ he replied. ‘No need to worry about that.’
shimmy, how are you so compelling and hilarious at the same time? i love the way shimmy writes awakening anders or awakening characters in general SO MUCH, and this fic is one of the many examples of evidence why.