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daydreaming about writing: 🥰😍🥹❤️😊🌺✨😘

the act of actually writing: 😭😰😵‍💫😭😰😭☹️😖

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Me at 2am

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Formal apology to all lesbians. The pale elf got me 😭

True story. My asexuality went to the window along with an idea I might be into women.

Nope.

Apparently, I am heterosexual.

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Tav is resting by the fire, and Astarion has to get out of her orbit to clear his mind and catch some food, but both are a struggle.

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Ft. My plus-sized heroine- Titania, AKA Tav ♥️

This and more in the Bite Nite chapter on AO3!

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Roughly 69% of adults in the US are considered overweight. Just those odds alone guarantee the love of someone’s life is fat, someone’s hero is fat. Fat people are out here living, fighting, loving, and being loved and being represented as such in media and literature should just be commonplace. But instead, it’s easy to feel like fat people can’t have any of these things, because being fat is seen as a disqualification from anything extraordinary.

Fat people can be elegant and gothic and scary in a hot way and mysterious and tragically beautiful. These aesthetics aren't locked to a particular body type.

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LOL I would have died

What if: Astarion had the Spider Climb ability like DnD vampire spawns

you don't even know how much i laughed drawing the third panel guys, so take a zoom in for better view and for a good laugh

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Astarion but he's a disney princess 👑

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Tav’s reaction to the big chomp on bite nite was not what Astarion expected in Ch 24

Also fic name drop finally in the chapter 🎉🎉

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We flashed back in Reverie for the first bite in chapter 24 of This is a Gift, You Know, and a wild best boy appears.

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astarion dialogue spoilers

your cat when you haven't fed him for 2 minutes

sry xD

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There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

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I FUCKING FORGOT HARLEEPS NAME AND CALLED HIM HOPEEP

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It's cause you're always balduring that damn gate...three

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Good stuff.

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I forgot to share this here... Very cursed Astarion memes, for fun, as a lil treat

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Lae’zel dropping some wisdom in Ch 23 of This is a Gift, You Know

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Astarion just stood and watched as she turned on her heel and disappeared into her tent. What the fuck?

He was supposed to follow her, wasn’t he? Probably. But what in the hells was he supposed to say? He didn’t even know what he had done.

He ran an anxious hand through his hair, and a loud sigh from the center of camp broke his resolve.

Lae’zel was cleaning her sword near the fire. She glared at him, and jerked her chin toward the bench across from her. Gods below. Was he really about to be lectured by a githyanki? Either that, or face the consequence if he were to ignore her summons.

Best not, then.

He strode stiffly over to the log bench, but stood with arms crossed rather than sitting.

She never looked up, only continued to polish the weapon as she spoke. “In combat, our Tav is lethal; a calculated strategist, never lacking in courage. She has laid waste to countless foes since our journey began, and she has never smelt of fear, ”the warrior sneered, “until now.”

He scoffed. “That’s absurd,” was his only reply.

He had seen her cleave through more goblins than he could count. She had fought an arch Druid with her bare hands and climbed a spectator with blood leaking from each ear. What was there to be afraid of? They’d hardly fought anything of consequence today.

Lae’zel’s brow creased as she considered his response. “We concur. I do not understand it. She could tear you to bits, and yet she does not.”

“A small comfort, to be sure,” he drawled. “I’m less concerned about that than the fact that she all but fled from me moments ago.”

The Gith grimaced as she grappled with her reply. “I do not presume to comprehend the depth of her… feelings. I can only comprehend her behavior in terms of batte.” She met his eyes, unflinching, brow raised. “She retreats. Why does one retreat, vampire?”

He sighed. This was becoming tiresome. “To avoid a heavier loss, obviously. But what danger could she be in, in the middle of camp?”

“Chk!” She spat. “Do not be obtuse! There is but one part of her that I did not account for, that could be truly hurt,” she brandished her weapon at a concerning angle in his direction. “And she has handed you the knife, istik.”

He could only think to backpedal. “I would never hurt her. Not of my own volition… not more than I already have.”

She seemed satisfied with his response, and sheathed the sword. “Then do not waste your breath. The ears that require those words are in her tent.”

He nodded in agreement. Perhaps there was more to Lae’zel than a thirst for enemy blood after all.

Just as he turned to leave, she called his name with a deep frown, as if its use alone upset her. “I dislike seeing her so burdensome. It troubles me. If you are the cause, it means that you trouble me. You have witnessed what befalls those who trouble me.”

Well, he wasn’t going to thank her for the thinly veiled threat. But she had helped him decide his course of action. He called over his shoulder as he turned toward Tav’s tent. “I’d expect nothing less.”