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Diego
Is it really after 10 pm if you aren’t touch starved and yearning desperately and achingly for someone to make to a home of?
I wrote a book for the queer kids who never saw themselves in the stories about heroes.
It’s for the ones who were too soft or too angry or too complicated to be someone’s chosen one. The ones who survived out of spite. The ones who built their own family from the ashes of what they lost.
There’s a reaper who doesn’t know how to grieve. A boy who ran away from home and never stopped running. A girl who loves too fiercely to say it out loud.
It’s messy. It’s haunted.
No one gets a clean arc. But they do get a chance.
If you’ve ever wanted a story where grief and queer identity are treated with tenderness instead of tragedy—where the people like us are allowed to be weird and broken and still worth loving—this might be for you.
Red meets blue is coming soon.
Reblogs mean the world. I’m just one person trying to get this story out there.
From Vulture, the literary trend we need to retire in 2026:
“Unconsummated queer longing — let the girls fuck.” —An agent
I've been reading the novels the last couple of weeks and now I'm in the middle of The Magician's Land and uh. This paragraph. My poor heart 💔
(for the peeps who haven't read the books: Eliot gave the watch as a farewell gift to Quentin and at this point it's still unclear if they'll ever meet each other again 😭 probably yes but no spoilers please)
I stopped everything and had to draw a melancholic looking Eliot, quickly:
Valentine's Cheese Tag
Thank you for the tags, @riddlerosehearts and @gortashsrighthand!
Feather-light tags to @bladesingerlily, @echoechowhiskey, @bhaal-battle-beer-bard, @desperateani, and open tag to anyone else - trying to keep it light cuz I know Valentine's Day isn't everyone's thing (heck, not really my thing either but Miss Fortune is a cheeseball and they'd be into it so here we are)
Share the most cheesily romantic line you've ever written, or the most over-the-top VP you've done, or anything that suits your fancy (as long as it's earnestly and unabashedly cornball).
Look at these goobers. Truly just idiot rogues in love. Nothing but heart eyes for each other but they'll stab everyone else without hesitation.
Miss Fortune says a lot of stupid, cheesy stuff, especially in late canon and post-canon adventure, even if I’ve only written one-shot scenes that far out. Hard to pick the most but here's one that sticks out in my mind. Whenever MF starts comparing Astarion to celestials it's time to cut their mic 😆
From "Sissy That Vampire!" a one-shot I did for Kinktober 2025. Filthy smut with a side of fluff and positively shameless, self-indulgent depictions of Astarion in a gorgeous dress and lingerie.
"There's my bloodthirsty fallen angel," they breathed, fully entranced, when Astarion stopped before them. They swung their nearly empty glass out of Astarion's grasp when he reached for it. "You're the only thing I want to drink in now." "Mh, but it's always easier to let loose and enjoy the show with a beverage in hand," Astarion purred, deftly snatching the snifter from their grasp and retreating once more with a sly wink over his shoulder. Miss Fortune groaned, an uncivilized guttural noise that rumbled in the night, when they saw that he'd changed into backless panties, his firm ass on full display. "I take it back. You're a risen devil, come from the hells below to tempt me into depravity." "Is it working?" Astarion asked, a lilt of amusement warbling in his throat while he poured another generous helping of rum. "Gods, yes," Miss Fortune replied, further unbuttoning their shirt until it lay open just beneath their chest.
And for a couple quick SFW cheeseball moments, one from Astarion (whose genuine love language in mid-late Act 2 is less obviously cheeseball but still super sweet for him) and one from MF, both from Part 2, Chapter 17 of my fic, “Truth for a Truth.”
Miss Fortune:
"I said…you're exactly what I need. And you're everything I want, Star. My guiding star. My sanctuary."
"Gods, Sasha. Don't try to turn me into a soft boy too," he laughed, looking away as if deflecting the praise.
"Is it working? You can stalk out of here and be as vicious as you want to the others if that will make you feel better," they smirked.
"I just might do that. I can only be so nice for so long you know, darling," he joked, baring his fangs again but refraining from nipping although his eyes pierced their neck in his fangs' stead.
Aaaand Astarion:
"I thought you didn't care for flowers?" Miss Fortune asked, keeping their expression flat and unassuming.
"No, but you do." There was a slight quaver in Astarion's voice, his smile growing but the furrowing of his brows betraying his uncertainty. "You told me how these grew down your balcony. Perhaps I…wish to remind you that beauty can flourish even in the most wretched of conditions."
I wanna be someone’s boy so so bad