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The atmosphere in the camp is so calm and melancholic at the same time.

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oh look at the time! it's sexualizing that old man o'clock again :) alternative title: Emmrich finds the Lighthouse's bathhouse

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*awkwardly clears throat* by any chance, would it be alright if I as a humble, lowly anon asked for a snippet of the next H&Y chappy…? >.<‘

Hey anon! ♥️So, I’m going to start with an apology. I’ve had a rough few months with an anxiety med adjustment & reversal. I’m just now hitting a place where I’m not dumping adrenaline 24/7. It’s certainly been A Time.

That aside, I had an epiphany that unblocked me & now that I’m feeling like Me again, I’m hoping to get back to writing in earnest because I really miss it— & this work specifically. 

Thanks for the ask & sticking with this story despite my inconsistency. I feel bad about it, but I am determined to finish H&Y. So, without further ado, I humbly offer the start to CH12 + some under the cut ♥️

CH12 — Currently Untitled

Red instead of gold.

The thought stayed with him the entire night and into the following morning while Asher rested. Astarion was only aware of the passage of time because the night had shaded into day. Darkness became a weak, watery grey that signaled the impending dawn. Then, sunlight had shot over the horizon, streaking the sky with a blazing orange and red. 

Astarion had concluded that he would miss it. He was almost certain of it. Asher’s eyes were just so gold, and he was positive he would never see that exact color again once she became his consort. Just as her heart would no longer whisper all of her thoughts and secrets to him. 

It had been weeks since Astarion needed it too. At this point, he probably knew Asher better than she knew herself. There was so much that Astarion could read in her silence and in how she looked at him or chose not to. Then, as evinced by the night before, Asher would voice these things, too, should he wish to hear them. 

Still, her heartbeat was something Astarion had grown accustomed to. In a way, it had become a significant aspect of his daily existence. Having it alongside him all night while he sorted through these new feelings and considered its fate had only made sense. 

A reminder of what he would be losing, sure, but also of what he would be gaining. 

There was more to it than that, of course. To a degree that it felt like he was choosing to ignore a more significant, underlying problem. Yet what that boiled down to was these two details were tangible— easy to discern and focus on in a way the rest was not. 

However, it was not something to pick apart further than he already had. His aversion to making a true vampire was deeply-rooted and reflextive. A part of his very essence. With Asher though, he felt nothing of the sort, but why would he? Astarion would only be taking possession of what he had always intended from her. 

Everything. 

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i know a place! *brings you into my arms and hugs you*

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Some love

(My canon haircut for Lune is that beautiful braid )

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Panic stations!

My dad (who lives a couple of hundred miles away) has been taken into hospital and apparently it’s touch and go whether he’ll last the next 24 hours.

The train ticket I just bought cost over £100, and the bus ticket to get me the rest of the way is £40.

I now have £10 left in my overdraft and a long night of travelling ahead of me in which I have to pass through London.

Please help me if you can - I still have gas/electric and groceries to buy, and I don’t get paid until the 19th of August.

Ko-fi

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If ANY of yall EVER do this shit to me, im deleting every single fic out of spite.

If I ever catch one of yall doing this to another author and I know youre a follower of my work I will block you personally on every platform

None of yall are the fic police. I DESPISE genai. I think its an insult to art, humanity, and the planet itself. But aint not a single fucking person here qualified to pick apart a strangers fic looking for a gotcha moment to make yourselves feel superior. If you think something is ai you can ask the author (most are proud of the ai use and will just tell you straight up) if they say yes you have your answer and can warn people. If they say no and you dont believe them you block and quietly keep it between you and maybe a close group of friends. Spreading misinformation is DANGEROUS. And NONE of you doing this shit are anywhere near qualified to do it.

THIS GOES DOUBLY FOR ARTISTS.

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Was going through my gameplay saves and came across a part where Emmrich says "I always chose my words carefully" and it got me thinking.

That argument before Tearstone, where he says "At your age?" With a look of incredulity- he completely said that with the intention of hurting rook.

Now I don't think it was intentional in the sense that he honestly thinks rook is too young/ romantically innocent to feel a fraction of what he feels but like maybe he got so caught up in his head and his worries that he was so adamant on pushing her away in that moment that his mind just went straight to hurting her.

Like Harding's comment, and there is no way you can't tell me that once Johanna was defeated and her skull placed under his care, that she wasn't saying stuff about their relationship. Negative stuff.

Like the age thing. Him giving up lichdom. She would 100% be trying to tear him down.

So it all added up, and in the heat of the moment, out of fear and frustration he did the one thing he shouldn't have done: he threw all his worries against rook in the worst possible way. It's why she makes that face afterwards. Because it hurt. And she knows he didn't mean it but maybe a part of him does.

If my head wasn't splitting in half with the worst migraine I would keep going but!! Someone's gotta get what I mean.

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distressing things to say to your friends

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sorry but someone assuming you have "left a fandom" when you don't post about it a lot anymore feels like bilbo coming home to the sackville bagginses having him presumed dead and selling all his stuff. girl i was just on a little quest????

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I hate how fandom has become "if you haven't created anything in this very specific time frame after the release of the show/movie, everyone will have moved on"

And call me old fashioned, but that's just not me. I sometimes take ages to create and publish. And I will love a show or movie for such a long time (years, babes, years) that I just can't relate to the fast consumerism that's going on.

Because, let's be real, it can get really lonely in a fandom if most have simply moved on to the next shiny thing. Is what's created less worth, just because it was created outside the hype? Why is it such a taboo for this new fandom generation to love an old or "late" fic or art?

It's so tiring and I'm too old for the 30-seconds-hype-tiktok-shit. Just tired. So, so tired.

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non-writers will never understand the mental illness of writing an entire conversation in your head while doing dishes and then forgetting every word the second you open a blank doc

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Why are so many of you so comfortable with attacking complete strangers on the internet

If you wouldn't approach a random stranger on the street and say those kinds of things to them, but you feel completely comfortable saying those kinds of things to a perfect stranger on the internet (behind the safety of a screen free of consequences for your words), maybe you need to take a good long look in the mirror and revaluate your life.