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It's finished 🥳✨️

My WWDITS Nandermo Fix-it fic is finished. I'm free.

I loved writing this fic, but I'm glad it's done haha. 😂

ao3 link

Now I'm back on my usual bullshit with beloved Mr. Ancunin 😁

But I'm pretty sure this is isn't going to be my last work in the WWDITS fandom. I love them too much 😂

Stay safe, my darkest darlings 🥰

The dreadful path from "Omg I love this chapter so much" to "If I read it once again and find yet another thing to change, I might as well set it on fire"

The time you finally let go and post it should definitely be somewhere in between 😂

Exactly 😂

Whew. Chapter 7/8 of "When you're gone" online 🥳

This chapter ran a fucking marathon with me. But we did it, darkest darlings. We reached the finale. We earned our fluffy epilogue - which will follow soon 🥰✨️

Looking forward to it ❤️

(Astarion, I'm going to be back soon to continue our shenanigans, I swear 🤭😁)

I can't stop thinking about how it takes 45 seconds to get to the refrain in Jojo's Leave (Get out).

Nandor and Guillermo stood there for 45 seconds, and even then, Guillermo doesn't immediately turn at "Get out".

He tears away after "its the end of you and me".

This show, honestly...

I need this as an automated email sent to every person interacting with me

I did it! I found the secret pet sheep 🤩

When you're gone: Chapter 6/8 online

In which Nandermo watch Season 5. 😭 Suffering. Pining. Angst. Everything! 😭😍❤️

I've lost control over this chapter. It became a 5k words monstrosity. (Usually, my chapters have 2k. 😂)

Nandermo finale makes me think of the time I was watching Good Omens S2, and GASPING LOUDLY when they REALLY ACTUALLY kissed.

My bf was like "Why are you so surprised? They were hinting at it the whole season."

And I was like... yes, and? I'm not used to them actually follow through 😭

It feels like that moment all over again.

I feel this in my bones.

I don’t know how to explain the turmoil these gay old men put me through on a daily basis.

I would love to know whether it was the writers' or Kayvan Novak's idea to have Nandor clutch Guillermo's sweater the entire time while the latter is hiding from the Baron in s5

Making myself sad while editing Chapter 6 of my WWDITS fix it, which is basically Nandor and Guillermo watching Season 5

I mean, imagine Nandor watching how Guillermo was turned. That he was buying his turning from anyone who would offer, just getting it over with in a supermarket backroom. To see how low Guillermo had stooped for it.

It's just so sad. I need to get to the fluff soon. XD

(Also quick reminder that this is not me abandoning my Astarion longfics. This is just a detour. I will be back.)

I share this sentiment. FOR MY AO3 READERS!

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

Guys. YOU GUYS. Do you think Nandor and Guillermo have ever gotten surprised by the rising sun and then Nandor had to turn into a bat and like... hide inside Guillermo's sweater? 🤭🥰

I have a word document where teenie-me collected all the remarks on her animexx fanfic. This document is almost 20 years old.

I wouldn't delete it if you put a gun on my head.

(I lost the story eventually, but you can be sure I still have the comments xD)

"I didn't comment on a fic I liked because I don't think the author would care or remember my comment anyway". fanfic writer here, I still remember comments I got on my fics from seven years ago. I still think about them and they still make me smile. your kind comments are what motivates us and what helps us keep writing.

I personally know writers who take screenshot and print out comments they got from their readers.

TL;DR comments matter to us writers more than you think. if you like a fanfic, never be shy to let the author know ♡

So true 😂

you know a fic is good when it has this

When I said I'd probably update at an unhealthy speed, did I mean to drop 5 chapters and 12k words in a week?

Actually, yes. Yes, I did.

5 / 8 chapters of "When you're gone" / my WWDITS fix-it where I let them watch the documentary and pine are online 🥰

Astarion: “No one ever cared about me >:\”

Karlach, standing 10ft away: “ME I CARE I CARE SO MUCH”

My bf's earworm is mostly whatever song I just decided to listen to on loop for three hours straight.

Sorry my love, it's how my brain works 😂

Well, what other choice do they have? There will be only one bed 💁‍♀️

Spoiler for Severance Season 2

Well, Fields can go to heaven with Innie-Burt for all I care, because I have no doubt that Irv would follow any Burt to hell and beyond.

"Ways to know you did something wrong: you sugar coated it for your therapist."

-Durge, probably

New fic: When you're gone

Fandom: What we do in the shadows

Pairing: Nandor / Guillermo

Rating: Teen +

Tags: Fix it, Post Season/Series Finale, Hurt/Comfort, No Smut, Mutual Pining, so much Pining, To the not-a-batcave!, Fuck Canon These Two Idiots Will Live Happily Ever After, Fluff, Soft Nandor, Nandor loves Guillermo, Colin Robinson being Colin Robinson

Summary:

Nandor and Guillermo are watching the documentary separately, seeing the parts they weren't aware of - and they have thoughts.Join me on a nostalgia train with extra fluff.

"When you're gone" by CosyBlue on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64346161/chapters/165183493

YEAH YOU TELL THAT BITCH (affectionate) ❤️

editor brain: so what if--

me: nope.

editor brain: i don't think this is quite--

me: zip.

editor brain: we should probably fix--

me: we have written over 800 words in the past 18 hours, at least a third of which was spent sleeping. we still have more new words in us. do you REALLY want to knock our momentum away when we JUST GOT IT BACK????

editor brain: ...no.

me: yeah. that's what i thought.

me: bitch.

I felt like an alien pretending to be human when I was engaged. Like "here you should want to do this and you should feel joy about this thing etc".

The biggest “your experiences are not universal” thing I feel is whenever anyone talks about the universality of girls planning their weddings since childhood because. Well. Not me. God bless

Chapter 19 of "Spawn Me the Details" now online 🥳

In which you find a dead spider, lick it, and get distracted by succubus saliva.

"Spawn Me the Details" on AO3 - Summary

As Astarion is snatched from the streets of Baldur's Gate, another one of Cazador's spawn gets taken. You.It can't have been more than a few months since that fateful night at the tavern, and now you find yourself hiding behind a bush while he gallivants through the forest with his new allies. As the group is passing by, a voice pierces through your mind. Follow them. You need to stay close. It's the last thing you want to do - follow the man who led you to your doom. But it seems like you have no choice in the matter, if that tingle in your brain is anything to go by...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59600707/chapters/152008468

Hope you have as much fun reading as I had writing it. 💕

Give it a read if you're up for vampire shenanigans and emotional damage 😎✨️

Impossible. That's the best feeling ❤️

Name a better feeling than getting the first comment on a fic you were uncertain about and knowing that at least one person liked the tiny piece of your brain that you put on the internet

LOOK AT THEM! SO ADORABLE! 😍🥰

Lil Guys Game

Make yourself and/or your OC with this Picrew!

Thank you so much to @bardic-inspo, @nerdalmighty and @hellethil for the tags!! This is so frigging cute 😩❤️

This is a modern AU version of Elysia with her hair down because there were no braids or dresses 😂

And this is me! I do indeed dress this brightly.

No Pressure Tags! I have decided to tag some incredibly beautiful, wonderful mutuals who I've not tagged in these games before!: @pixel7777 @lady-vincent @thiriann @thecosyblue @alwaysmauria @goodgirlgonebard @medacris

I mean, the BBC Merlin series is what.... 10 years old by now? The community is still there and as someone coming late to the party I'm so happy for that!

Go take a leaf out of the Merlin Fandom's book (I say, sincerely hoping there is no major bad thing there I don't know about xD)

Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

Feels like falling and snuggling in a bed made of poetry

The Art of Not Admitting a Thing (1/2)

Summary: Something's going on between Gale and Astarion... you're sure of it. So naturally, you decide to investigate. Who knew that one simple question would reveal such a mess of longing, denial, and a master class in emotional avoidance?

Rating: T Word Count: 1177 Pairing: Astarion x Gale Content: First Person Gale POV, interview format, mutual pining, yearning, denial of feelings, character study, Gale is bad at feelings, fluff, a teensy bit of angst but not much!

A/N: So here we have my first ever Bloodweave! I am both exceedingly nervous, and very excited about it. I've had ideas in mind for Bloodweave for months, but actually writing these ideas and sending them off into the big, wide world has been a rather intimidating affair. But we're finally doing it! And what better way for me to dip my toe into Bloodweave waters than by being incredibly predictable and writing yet another first person fic?

Chapter 1: "What do you think of Astarion?"

What do I think of Astarion? Well, that's a rather loaded question, is it not? Not that I don't have an answer, of course. No, quite the opposite, actually. I have too many answers, all vying for precedence. Because, you see, Astarion is not the sort of person one can sum up in a single sentiment. He is… how shall I put this? He is an equation with variables that simply refuse to behave. Utterly unsolvable.

Come now, don't look at me like that.

It’s just that Astarion is - well, to put it plainly - a lot. A relentless force of nature wrapped in silk and a layer of his own smugness. He walks into a room and suddenly you're aware of him. No, not just aware - attuned. It's all deliberate, of course. All part of the performance.

Yet, somehow, despite knowing it's all a performance, I still find myself watching.

And it's not just his presence. He's also clever, which is, dare I say, the most irritating thing about him. Not just sharp-witted, but… strategic. He understands people, knows exactly where to sink his teeth. Not just the literal ones - though those certainly warrant consideration - but also the more subtle. A smile, a look, a well-placed word. He plays people like instruments, plucking their strings just so, and I… Well, I have spent a great deal of time telling myself that I, of all people, should be immune to such things.

Alas, I am not immune. 

Which, of course, presents something of a metaphysical conundrum. Feelings, after all, are best understood when dissected. Laid bare and examined like lines in an ancient tome. One does not simply experience something without questioning its nature, its source, its… implications. No, the wise approach - the rational approach - is to study it with the same rigour that one would apply to any magical phenomenon. To categorise it, to determine whether it is genuine or merely some arcane anomaly. A peculiar resonance of the heart, if you will.

And so, in pursuit of intellectual honesty, I find myself studying Astarion with perhaps more dedication than strictly necessary. Any lingering thoughts are purely academic, I assure you. Elminster once told me that understanding the world means understanding its people, and what is Astarion if not a mystery to be unravelled? The way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he wields his beauty like a blade.

… Yes, he is beautiful, but that is besides the point. The point is–

…

I've lost the point.

That's what he does to me, you know. He derails my thoughts. I'm speaking perfectly rationally one moment, and the next, I'm somewhere else entirely, wondering if that grace comes naturally to him. If, behind closed doors, he rehearses those cutting remarks, those honeyed words.

Of course, I’m hardly special in that regard. I’ve seen him turn those honeyed words on just about everyone. He gives people what they want with such artful sincerity that they can’t help but believe him. He doesn’t mean it - not truly. And I would be a fool to imagine I’m any different. The world is his stage, and he is quite the performer.

And yet…

There are things about him. Real things. Beneath those rakish charms. I see them sometimes, in the quiet moments, when he doesn't realise anyone's watching. A weariness. A wariness. He's always aware, it seems. Of every room he walks into, of every person in it, of where the exits are. I recognise that sort of awareness. It's the kind you learn when you have been made someone's pawn for too long. When you've spent years convincing yourself that you're the one holding the strings, only to realise the strings are wrapped around your throat.

It unsettles me.

Dare I say, it even hurts me.

Not that I would ever say so. I doubt he would ever want to hear it. I doubt he would believe it.

And, anyway, it's not as if–

Not as if what?

No, truly, what was I about to say? That it's not as if I care? That would be a lie. That it's not as if I think about him more than I should? That would be another.

Perhaps I should stop talking.

…

You know, there was a time where I thought myself above this sort of thing. I thought I understood love completely. How could I not? I had experienced love in its most divine form - quite literally, in fact. My devotion to Mystra is… was… something transcendent. Something cosmic. I thought that was all love could be. All it should be. That anything less would be settling for a pale imitation of true devotion.

But lately, I find myself wondering if perhaps I’ve been rather short-sighted about the whole thing. Mystra herself appears in many forms; adapts to what her followers need. Perhaps love is similar - not always a grand, cosmic force that reshapes reality, but something more… subtle? The way a person looks at you when they think you aren't watching. The way their voice changes when you say their name. The way they make you feel like you are something more than what you were before. 

But if I did feel something - hypothetically, of course - it would hardly matter. Because what could I possibly offer him? A man who’s spent centuries under the control of another, only to find himself finally tasting freedom… What could he possibly want with someone like me? A wizard with borrowed time, carrying within him a responsibility so great that I am expected - destined - to lay down my life for it?

I’ve seen the fire in his eyes when faced with that which threatens to cage him. That fierce, burning defiance - the look of a man who has faced centuries of servitude and vowed never to be chained again. And what would I be, if not another form of binding? Another tragedy waiting to unfold? No. No, I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted nothing to do with such complications.

And yet… sometimes, I wonder.

If things were different - if I were different… If my fate weren’t already destined to end in sacrifice, would he look at me differently?

If he did - and that’s a big “if” - would I be so willing to accept that fate? To willingly embrace my end, if it meant never knowing what this - what we - might have become?

I was so sure the answer was simple. But then he looks at me, and for just a moment, I feel something I thought was long beyond my grasp. A foolish, reckless thing. It makes me hesitate.

And hesitation, well… that’s dangerous, isn’t it?

But stranger things have happened.

… Perhaps I have rather a lot to think about.

But I believe I’ve taken up quite enough of your time with these philosophical meanderings. No doubt you have better things to do than listen to a wizard ramble about matters of the heart. Besides, I have some rather important reading waiting for me. Something about… well, anything other than this conversation, really.

Masterlist can be found here!

No Pressure Tags: @roguishcat, @davenswitcher, @silverfangmarks, @sparrowbard, @chonkercatto, @stokzr , @trafalgarussy , @asterordinary , @bite-me-tonight , @transparentkittenheart , @vividiana (thank you for being so supportive with this one <3), @bg3-fanfic-reblogs