May 3
oh shit someone wanted an update
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oh shit someone wanted an update
fun fact: i made this account back in 2023 for the SOLE purpose of dming a timkon ao3 author that orphaned their fic but said to message them on tumblr for the finished, unbeta'ed version of the fic.
did i get the fic? no i did not but i hope they are well. i am rereading said orphaned fic to feel something
Reflection Ruesday except it's Monday
Instructions: Go through your WIP folder and find something unfinished to share! It could be something you’re not planning on working on again, or something you’ll continue later, but share whatever you have!
I was tagged by the always talented and amazing @gortashsrighthand
This is a snippet of one-shot I was working on that at first had a lot of wind in it's sails. That is no longer the case, but I'm still proud of what I had written down :3
It was fueled by my need for Ascended Astarion and Vampire Bride things to read at the time. I know that topic is controversial, but I was writing this for MYSELF. I now introduce you to my Dark Urge Drow Sorcerer Alunirra
Tonight, she would die for him. And in dying, she would live forever at his side. The tattoos on her skin prickled with energy as she approached, her storm sorcery responding to the charged atmosphere. Tiny arcs of electricity danced between her fingers, dissipating into the air like fireflies. “Alaunirra.” Her name on his lips was possession and promise. “My darling girl. Are you ready to become mine? Truly, irrevocably mine?” She stopped at the edge of the ritual circle, where his power thrummed against her senses like a tropical storm. “I have always been yours, Astarion. Since the night I let you taste me beneath the stars. Since the moment I saw you for what you truly are- not the mask, not the performance, but the magnificent creature beneath.” A slow smile curved across Astarion’s lips, revealing the barest hint of his fangs. Gods, she was perfect. No cowering, no false modesty, no pretense of being anything other than what she was- an electrical storm wrapped in drow flesh, a daughter of murder who looked at him and saw not a monster, but a god worth worshipping.
Now because I am personally chaotic by choice, and I know that I am late to the game with this (haha vacation, am I right?), I will be not so gently tagging @asorceresswrites @saylofwaterdeep @aerin67 @akelan @optimisticgrey @junoswritingpit @toomanyfamiliars @fireflyeyes @lucretiouswept and @amidtheglitz
The account that wrote the fic this note comes from was orphaned but god I wish it wasn’t so I could read more from this person 😂
everybody say bye!
byeeeee 👋
HIII could u please help with finding more fics by this author ? they recently orphaned their acc and it made me so sad I love this fic sm :(
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40922640#main
here's some i found of this author
— Bruiseless
— Tying you to me
— I’m sorry, I love you
— Deep sea, baby
anyone else know more?
Catching Light (orphaned)
His mother did not think Spock understood loneliness for what it is, that he did not understand the way it creeps unbidden into a heart and splits like a wound. She did not think he felt its socketed mouth twisted open and yawning at the heart of him, hungry to be fed.
Sicko Update
https://archiveofourown.org/works/24208330
Part4! 18+ Only please