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I have been saving this since last year. Happy Earth Day everyone.

literally has been in my queue for an entire year. you just can’t miss reblogging.

gotta queue this for next year too

Next BG3 fic

So next fic is gonna be a chaptered. Got two planned but I haven’t decided which one to post first soooo

Both post-canon. Both approx 10 chapters in length. There will be smut and angst in both (as I’m like 99% sure those are the only two genres I’m capable of writing).

Previews below:

Whelp, here comes the pain train. (Sorry not sorry)

Read the prologue of Broken Things here!

Y'know, I see a lot of posts urging people to comment on fics, so I just want to say, to all the people who do comment, and especially the long commenters:

thank you.

Long comments can be time-consuming. They can be difficult to write, but you leave them anyway!

Thank you, thank you, thank you, to everyone who comments.

You are the highlight of fanfiction writers' days.

Broken Things: Prologue

Pairing: Fem Tav (named)/Gale

Chapter Tags: Post-Canon, Mystra,

Future Tags: Angst, Major character death, dealing with trauma, hurt/some comfort, Happy ending (I promise), Whole lotta Tara

Prologue word count: 300 words

Basically I had a lot of feelings about what would happen if the orb destabilised post-game and thus this fic was planned.

(The angst starts with chapter one.)

Read below or on AO3.

Tireless is her work. 

With practised hands she spins the weave, feels ten thousand mages rip its seems, then winds it back until it is whole once more. Rosewater and spice perfume the air. It’s the scent of magic, of her– something all but imbued into the very fabric of her skin since she’d been granted her task. 

Again the strands break. Again she knits them back. Over and over and over again– as deft as a bard with their lute.

It’s ceaseless work. But such is the duty of the Mother of Magic.

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why is the metal community so pressed abt this it’s literally hilarious. 10/10. love it. i want it.

Metal elitists probably are, the rest of us think this is funny as hell. Also fuck yeah to making corpse paint easier to get and for relatively cheap

not an author’s note but it made me stop scrolling and laugh so hard I cried

Well that fic poll has been live less than 24 hours and I can already see the runaway winner. Time to get writing.

I definitely have it all planned

When you finally won the battle of opening up your WIP to edit but your brain is fighting you on touching the document so you’re in paralysis like

Big shout out to BG3 for making it possible for millions of people to hate a character named Wulbren Bongle

Next BG3 fic

So next fic is gonna be a chaptered. Got two planned but I haven’t decided which one to post first soooo

Both post-canon. Both approx 10 chapters in length. There will be smut and angst in both (as I’m like 99% sure those are the only two genres I’m capable of writing).

Previews below:

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Gale

Astarion

Isobel x Aylin

Updated!

Moonlit Quiet

Pairing: Dame Aylin x Isobel Thorm

Tags: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff, Spoilers for Act 2

Word count: 3K

Summary:

“I never thought I’d do this again,” Isobel admits after a moment, tugging at the heavy neck of Aylin’s mail. “I think I’ve forgotten just how many pieces there are.”

Aylin laughs and she sits back, pulling the chain shirt over her head as if it were made of cotton. “Take all the time you need. There's so much of it now.”

Time. There was supposed to be near enough an eternity of it before.

She cups Aylin’s cheeks, makes a memory of how she melts just that little bit into her touch.

They’d whispered such promises between these very walls so many times, enough that the weight of Isobel’s own mortality seemed to flit further away with every kiss.

What force could possibly break them apart? Fight past Selûne's own sword and shatter this happiness? 

Bile rises in Isobel’s throat, her fingers firm against Aylin's face as she presses their foreheads together. It’s another familiar gesture, the touch so delicate but the words behind it clear.

Nothing will take you from me again. 

AKA: Aylin and Isobel take some time to themselves following Ketheric's death.

Read on AO3 or below

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Me: I don't write for validation.

Also me when my story on AO3 gets a kudos:

editing your own writing is like woah you really like commas........ maybe ease up on those commas there, pal........ maybe Fewer commas would be nice

Getting inspired to write is actually really easy! All you need to do is be the busiest you've ever been in your entire life and as far away from a computer as humanly possible. Hope this helps 🥰