~Nami~

27//They/them//Bi//INFP//I write a lot My Ko-Fi//My Ao3

[namig42]

Blog Introduction

Hello! Welcome to my humble little blog that's been on this beautiful hellsite since 2012. My name is Nami, and I am a bisexual genderqueer nerd that immensely enjoys writing fanfic and original content. This blog is an amalgamation of all the things I enjoy, so any and all of my interests will be present here at any and every given time.

My Writing

I have written quite a few fanfictions that you can find here on my blog, and even more accessibly on my Ao3. I also have a Patreon if you would like to get early access to my writing before I share it anywhere else!

Here are the links to my most popular fics/the fics I enjoyed writing the most:

I'm a Bitch (Robert x Flambae from Dispatch)

Just One Yesterday (Astarion x Wyll Ravengard from Baldur's Gate 3)

Before It All Went Up in Flames (Chris Redfield x Wesker from Resident Evil)

A True Warrior's Celebration (Karlach x Wyndolyn (my OC) from Baldur's Gate 3)

Campfire (Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3)

Vincent ("What We Do in the Shadow-Cursed Lands" DnD one shot fanfic)

Just a Shy Guy (Bowser Jr. fanfic)

Cut Limo Cutscene from America's Next Top Model for the Wii (Game Grumps x America's Next Top Model)

I've also written a few stories based off my OCs. Here are the links to my favorites:

Wyndolyn's Ending (Technically a bg3 fanfic)

Helena's Nightmare (Technically a bg3 fanfic)

Dahlia's Folly (Technically a bg3 fanfic)

I also have a whole blog dedicated to an original story I've been working on for a long time! If you'd like to see updates and silly posts in between story updates, you can check it out on my other account @fatedencountersofficial

Read more about some of those characters down below!

My OCs

I have a few OCs that I adore and have talked about extensively in the past. They are all beloved by me and I will take any and every opportunity to discuss them.

Wyndolyn and Dahlia

Vero and Helena

Sahed, Velora, and Gardon

All of these screencaps were taken from bg3 because most of them started as my bg3 characters. I will continue to write more about them and someday share that with the lovely people here online.

BLOG INFO

Please feel free to send asks! I am always happy to hear from people online, especially if it's to discuss my writing or my characters.

If you have a prompt you'd like to see written about any particular ship I've expressed interest in on my blog, please send it! I can't make any promises it will get written, but I will gladly consider it.

I love receiving art of my characters and fanfics, so please share if you ever take inspiration from my work!

If you'd like to support my writing so that I can do more of it, please consider buying me a ko-fi or supporting me on Patreon!

[guerrillatech]

[lemoncat101]

[namig42]

Where's the post of

It's like spot the difference with you people

Cuz yeah I need that here

[namig42]

Branded - A Hansry One-shot

Got a new one-shot over on my Patreon of my two new favorite obsessions: Hans and Henry! I was very inspired after I got my Henry branded stupidly, and found a great way to justify my actions through the power of fanfic. Anyways, feel free to check it out over on my Patreon!

Branded - A Hansry One-shot(?) | Namig42

Hello all of my friends in the void and happy Friday! I come with my first bit of fanfic in a while, and it is absolutely inspired by my new

Have a little preview of it as well!

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The two of them brainstormed for a moment what could be done for tonight to help with the searing pain. Henry considered going up to the apothecary’s lab in the other castle tower and brewing himself a potion, but he had no idea what concoction could help a fresh burn. Chamomile could only do so much.

“Got any more wine?” Henry asked in a last ditch effort. Perhaps getting plastered would help dull the sensation for the night, and the hangover would be a decent distraction in the morning.

“That was the last of it.”

Henry groaned as he placed the goblet onto the floor.

“I could always kiss it better.” Hans offered teasingly. “I’ve known that to work for raising all sorts of spirits.”

“Ha, good one,” Henry chuckled. “I didn’t know the Lord of Pirkstein was such a capable healer too.”

“Of course I am!” Hans brought his hand audaciously to his chest. “I am Sir Hans Capon, Lord of Pirkstein and haver of magnificent lips!”

“That’s not what I’ve heard from the women,” Henry joked. Hans’s eyes shot open and he flew up with the utmost offense.

“Excuse me, what was that?” he inquired calmly. His eyes betrayed his levity.

“Oh nothing, my lord,” Henry teased. “Only the utmost respect for you and your healing prowess.

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I'll be posting it on Ao3 in a few weeks, but if you'd like to read it sooner and support my writing, please check it out!

[namig42]

It's been a daunting week but we've gotten through it. Debating whether to work on more Hansry stuff, more Fated Encounters, or binge write this one horror idea I had that was very inspired by PT and the Backrooms because I've gotten the horror bug after reading The Mist from Stephen King, and I gotta admit that I really love his scenario writing. My favorite stories of his are ones like The Stand and The Dome. The ensemble cast with different takes and motives is very engaging to me and I love seeing how the different motives interact and intertwine with one another.

Not that my idea has any of that going on. In fact, it's quite more along the lines of Misery and Gerald's Game in the sense of the intimacy of the horror. Oop.

Anyways probably gonna do some Fated Encounters tonight unless I go start my Snowgrave route in Deltarune.

[frogmunist-deactivated20190724]

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

[the-desolated-quill]

Originally posted by disneyasastrology

[violent-darts]

BWAHAHAHAHAH. 

[kvothe-kingkiller]

the way i learned this, it was always told through spoken word. And you’d do the door thing for ages. AGES. literally just making up any old material. ‘behind the foam door is a door made of spinach’ that kind of shit. Go on until whoever is listening has already begged you to stop and has now gone on to pleading, clutching your shirt on their knees pleading. And when you finally said the last line? People went fucking nuts Like there was a good chance of just getting the teeth knocked out of you after telling that joke.

A friend of mine did that shit for 30 minutes on a camp once. The entire fucking bus just exploded in anger when she finished. It was a fucking massacre. 

[namig42]

Branded - A Hansry One-shot

Got a new one-shot over on my Patreon of my two new favorite obsessions: Hans and Henry! I was very inspired after I got my Henry branded stupidly, and found a great way to justify my actions through the power of fanfic. Anyways, feel free to check it out over on my Patreon!

Branded - A Hansry One-shot(?) | Namig42

Hello all of my friends in the void and happy Friday! I come with my first bit of fanfic in a while, and it is absolutely inspired by my new

Have a little preview of it as well!

---

The two of them brainstormed for a moment what could be done for tonight to help with the searing pain. Henry considered going up to the apothecary’s lab in the other castle tower and brewing himself a potion, but he had no idea what concoction could help a fresh burn. Chamomile could only do so much.

“Got any more wine?” Henry asked in a last ditch effort. Perhaps getting plastered would help dull the sensation for the night, and the hangover would be a decent distraction in the morning.

“That was the last of it.”

Henry groaned as he placed the goblet onto the floor.

“I could always kiss it better.” Hans offered teasingly. “I’ve known that to work for raising all sorts of spirits.”

“Ha, good one,” Henry chuckled. “I didn’t know the Lord of Pirkstein was such a capable healer too.”

“Of course I am!” Hans brought his hand audaciously to his chest. “I am Sir Hans Capon, Lord of Pirkstein and haver of magnificent lips!”

“That’s not what I’ve heard from the women,” Henry joked. Hans’s eyes shot open and he flew up with the utmost offense.

“Excuse me, what was that?” he inquired calmly. His eyes betrayed his levity.

“Oh nothing, my lord,” Henry teased. “Only the utmost respect for you and your healing prowess.

---

I'll be posting it on Ao3 in a few weeks, but if you'd like to read it sooner and support my writing, please check it out!

[tuckedinbugw]

Nothing like holding my love

[janegumball]

⭐️Through the Generations⭐️

Happy to share that these will be unlockable pin designs in my upcoming pony pin kickstarter!

Sign up to be notified when the KS goes live 💕

[nongunktional]

ive never wanted to send a death threat over a game before

[nongunktional]

tautological wordle answer

[nongunktional]

[minovskyy]

posts that make you open wordle

[minovskyy]

[chryza]

Oh boy better go try today’s wordle

[chryza]

WHAT THE FUCK

[chryza]

[the-silly-creature]

immediately went to go play wordle after i saw this post

my thoughts:

[detrout]

ok i need to give this a shot

[detrout]

that is not a word.

[namig42]

What's even funnier is the definition of the word:

I'm seeing a lot of contempt up in this court

[namig42]

My husband and I have spent the last two hours looking at houses across the country that we could feasibly afford and pay the same as the rent on our shitty rental that's located in what I can only compare to hell on earth (also known as the desert). I might be moving thousands of miles away from all my family and closest friends, but god damn do these brick houses in luscious green areas look incredibly captivating.

[namig42]

Oh god this Hansry shit is very cute but I can't tell if it's cringe or if I'm just flustered from writing cute shit

Chat, is it cringe to right gay nervous pining in the medieval period because being gay will get you killed?

[namig42]

New post on my Patreon!

Working to get a sort of weekly schedule going over there. Please consider checking it out and supporting!

I'm working on my kcd2 one-shot that I will be posting over there on Friday this week!

Weekly Update + Proposed Schedule! | Namig42

Hello void! I thought it would be nice to make weekly posts to give updates on current projects and the state of things in my life to help g

[noraschweeps]

HEYYYYY I'M SO HAPPY TO SHOW YOU THIS PROJECT! 9/15 pages of first chapter

[noraschweeps]

15/15

[namig42]

So on long drives, my husband and I like to play this Telepathy game where we each say a word at the same time, then through the power of association, we work together to try and get to the point where we say the same word at the same time.

We have a lot of silly moments, but we had a perfect round that I desperately want to share.

How it started:

My husband: Gay.

Me: Chris.

How it IMMEDIATELY ended:

My husband and Me: Wesker.

God I love him.

[namig42]

IT GOT EVEN BETTER

THE NEXT ROUND, IMMEDIATELY HOW IT STARTED:

My husband: Hans.

Me: Henry.

I know that's not the goal of the game but it was too perfect that we called that an immediate win.

[namig42]

So on long drives, my husband and I like to play this Telepathy game where we each say a word at the same time, then through the power of association, we work together to try and get to the point where we say the same word at the same time.

We have a lot of silly moments, but we had a perfect round that I desperately want to share.

How it started:

My husband: Gay.

Me: Chris.

How it IMMEDIATELY ended:

My husband and Me: Wesker.

God I love him.

[olreid]

help

[catgirlhell]

[namig42]

Went to the zoo yesterday and saw a cool bird