Thank you @jellousbiafrous for todayโs tag and @thewholelemon and @monbons for Sundayโs tag. I was ironically working on fics when your tags came in but knew if I stopped to share Iโd lose all momentum.
Iโm working on two Hollanov fics while I try to regroup on my Snobaz ones ( @thewholelemon feel free to harass me about the next one I should finish ๐)
First snippet from a Fic kinda exploring how Shane โIโve never met a problem I canโt out questionโ Hollander is good at poking holes in Ilyaโs insecurities. At least, thatโs what it is now. Itโs gone through a few overhauls. Hereโs some NSFW words :
Lily
Jarvis is tiny Canadian. Barely felt him.
Jane
Is that what you say about me?
Heat stirs in Ilyaโs belly. Memories of Shaneโs hard cock grinding against his own, the heavy weight in his mouth, and his thick thighs crushing his face when heโs between them. He feels him along every inch of his body, even when they are miles apart.
Lily
Now who is sexting during game?
Second snippet is a Fic solely started because I was listening to Habits by Tove Lo and thoughts thereโs no way Ilyaโs wasnโt listening to this after Tuna Melt Gate on repeat and he definitely had a public spotify with a Jane Broke My Heart Playlist that Cliff Marleau just happens to see. Itโs silly, and been very fun to work on. Who knows if this will even make the fnal cut but here you go:
โRussians donโt blush,โ Hollander adds and Cliff doesnโt know him well, but senses a smile behind those words.
โSo he lies to you too,โ he laughs.
โNo,โ Hollander says seriously. โBut he hides his vulnerable parts with jokes.โ
โYeah, he does do that, doesnโt he,โ Cliff agrees.
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As always, beta'd by my ride or die @prettygoododds
Or start from the beginning.
@halsinsgate I swear I had this scene finalized before you posted about your Halstarion plationic oneshot, but also MORE OF ASTARION BRAIDING HALSINโS HAIR PERIODT.
Gentle tag to @prettygoododds (Hollanov ๐) and anyone else who seems so inspired!
This bit is from a later chapter in "Stay Here," the sequel to this fic if you feel intrigued.
Astarion stares down at the stream.
He truly hadnโt noticed the amount of water in this part of their journey his first time through. He had hesitated at crossing this very stream, but in the hagโs lands to the south, he walked through marshland callously.
He stands here now, waiting for Halsin to pack their tent into his bag of holding while he recalls the last time he let this stream wet his feet. He had stepped backward into itโso cavalierโhoping to prove he was as alive as the druid before him.
Imprisoned on the nautiloid, all he had was an instinct beneath his ribs spurring him forward, one that made him team up with misfits and try. He wonders, as he often does when thinking on those early days of freedom, if he was the only captive who had given up his struggle.
He hadnโt dared imagine how the parasite might change his life. He hoped. He stretched his legs and his new freedom; for a time, too, he managed to leave the bramble of his fear untended.
He knows now, brambles ignored may die or spread out of control.
Of course Astarionโs fear had done the latter.
Thanks for the tags today @missfortunetherogue and @cinder-rellish181, and many others over the past few months!
I'll tag a few people gently. Would love to see what you're working on! @spillingteanotpermitted @jellousbiafrous @andromedaancunin @dramatiquechipmunk
I think I'm nearing a place I can get the next update out (I think this is my longest wait for an update yet - I just moved!!!)
Below the cut: the tieflings are reunited at Last Light Inn, but the heroes who saved them find it harder to get in the mood.
He found Astarion on the mezzanine, leaning against the railing that spread like a crown above the bar. The moonlight rendered him a pale opal at that crown's center, a singular and lonely jewel.
The room below was dark save for a gash of orange firelight spilling in from the festivities outside. From Astarion's vantage point, he'd just be able to see the dancing framed by the Inn's wide, wooden mouth.
Astarion didn't look up as Tav made his way towards him. The room yawned bigger than it ever had without Bex at the hearth, Mol scheming from her perch on the barrels, Rolan whiling away at the bar.
He still didn't look up when Tav came to a stop next to him, hand resting on the railing. After a moment, Tav folded his arms and leaned against the railing, too, following Astarion's gaze.
Danis and Bex had joined the celebrations. Bex sang both Alfira's part and the answer; she hung off of Danis, who held, grinning, both their flagons of ale up and away from them. Some crescendo happened. Bex flung an arm and her head back, making Danis splash ale onto his shirt. He guffawed, which only made Bex cast her arm wider.
"I suppose you find something like that endearing," Astarion said.
"They make each other so happy," Tav whispered.
The whine of a fiddle cut through Alfira's song, a long and suspenseful note that broke, with the tiefling's cheers, into a merry jig. The tieflings assembled in two lines down the center on the courtyard before they, too, broke into a bounding, joyous dance.
"When they get to Baldur's Gate, they may not even be let into the slums."
"At least now they'll be together."
"Yes," Astarion mused. "Co-misery. At least you can forget others have it better."
I need someone to come tell these blessed fools to cheer up a little; they're ruining the fluff I had planned.
I keep forgetting to post this!! My full piece for the Colours of the Gate zine :)) There are some familiar faces in the background, and also some OC cameos lol. This is also available as a print on my inprnt!!
I'm working on a thing....and the thing is baby Astarion - Babystarion, if you will.
just try and tell me this little man wouldn't have been a smug little brat. and those cheeks?! squishable i will not hear otherwise. But this is absolutely how I HC Babystarion would look. And, again, my fucking HEART.
Treaty Between the United States and the Potawatomi Indians Signed Near Yellow River, Indiana
Record Group 11: General Records of the United States GovernmentSeries: Indian TreatiesFile Unit: Ratified Indian Treaty 208: Potawatomi - Near Yellow River, Indiana, August 5, 1836ย
Andrew Jackson,
President of the United States of America.
To all and singular to whom these presents shall come,
Greeting:
Whereas a Treaty was made and concluded, at a Camp near Yellow river, in the State of Indiana, between Abel C. Pepper, Commissioner on the part of the United States, and Pe-pin-a-waw, No-taw-kah and Mac-kah-tah-mo-ah, Chiefs and Headmen of the Potawattamie tribe of Indians, and their bands, on the fifth day of August, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-six. Which Treaty is in the words following, to wit: Articles of a Treaty made and concluded, at a Camp near Yellow river, in the State of Indiana, between Abel C. Pepper, Commissioners on the part of the united States and Pe.pin.a.waw, No.taw.kah, Mac.kah.tah-mo.ah, Chiefs and head men of the Potawattimie Tribe of Indians, and their bands on the 5th day of August in the year Eighteen hundred and Thirty Six __
Art 1st The above named Chiefs and Headmen and their bands hereby cede to the United States twen-ty two Sections of land reserved for them by the Second article of the Treaty between the United States and the Potawattimie tribe of Indians on Tippicanoe river, on the twenty Sixth day of October in the year, Eighteen hundred and thirty two __
Art 2do In Consideration of the cession aforesaid, the United States, stipulate to pay to the above named Chiefs and Headmen and their bands, the Sum of Fourteen [numeral 14 above the word] thousand and Eighty Dollars in spicie after the Ratification [text crossed out: one half at the first payment of annuity, after the ratification] of this Treaty, and on or before the first day of May next ensuing [text crossed out: the other half at the Succeeding payment of] the date hereof. [text crossed out: Annuity__]
Art. 3d The above named Chiefs and Headmen and their bands agree to remove to the country West of the Mississippi river, provided for the Potawattimie nation by the United States within two years__
Art 4th At the request of the above named -- band it is stipulated that after the ratification of this Treaty, the United States Shall oppoint a a Commissioner, who Shall be authorized to pay such debts of the Said band as may be proved to his Satisfaction to be just, to be deducted from the amount Stipulated in the 2do article of this Treaty Art 5th The united States Stipulate to provide for the payment of the necessary expences attending the making and concluding this Treaty __
Art 6th This Treaty, after the same Shall be ratified by the President and Senate of the united States, Shall be bindind upon both Parties--
In Testimony whereof the Said Abel C. Pepper Commissioner as aforesaid, and the said Chiefs and Headmen and their bands, have hereunto Set their hands this Fifth day of August in the year of our Lord one, thousand eight hundred and thirty Six
Here she is folks! This fic is officially done and I want to thank @thewholelemon for pushing me to finish this. It was exactly the encouragement I needed. It really made me appreciate fandoms and having awesome mutuals that push you when you need it the most. Thanks for having my back and reading my shit :)
And as always, thank you to @aristocratic-otter for betaing this work. I appreciate you so much.
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