#astarion and all the wips i have of him are just gonna have to wait a lil

[arinmoss]

Astarion work in progress i meant to finish like a month or 2 ago but then just kinda forgot about it lolol

[klkirbles]

this was gonna be a flashback in ch2 but its stupid so just have this small thing cuz i like it but doesn't fit any current wips

The ambience of the party was overwhelmingly jovial, raucous laughter carrying across the camp, overtaking the usual serenity of the wilderness they had found themselves in. Music plucked by rusty fingers accompanied the unpractised but merry dancing between inebriated Elturian refugees and his travelling companions. It made for a fine night of celebration, but Astarion was much too trapped in his own head to partake. No, he was after a different kind of entertainment tonight.

The wizard sat beside him, their sides flush together as the two of them passed a bottle of cheap swill back and forth, the dryness of it appealing to the human’s taste buds more than it did the vampire's.

How unfortunate for the little mage that out of everyone in the group, he appealed to Astarion the most. More than any alcohol ever could. He possessed everything he wanted and needed in an ally - power, practicality, and it didn’t hurt that he was nice enough to look at. Rather, it made the art of seduction… easier to stomach, if his marks were at least attractive.

He considered how best to approach the subject, hoping that the wizard wasn’t too far gone so that he couldn’t come to regret his choice in the morning, but a bump to his shoulder interrupted such thoughts.

“Do you dance?” Gale had asked, not sparing him a glance but rather looking on at the celebration longingly. He was smiling, but it was almost forlorn, not quite reaching his eyes.

Astarion scoffed, shifting uncomfortably next to him. “Better than yourself, most likely. Though I admit it has been quite some time since I last indulged.” About two hundred years worth of time, if he was to be pedantic.

Gale could only chuckle at that, not a hint of pity in those dark pools of his; instead glazed over in mirth and insobriety. He made a move to stand, muffling a groan as he shifted onto his knees and eventually his feet. Then Gale stood before Astarion, looking down at him with an amused look, and he held out his hand towards the vampire.

“May I have this dance?” he beamed, outstretched hand beckoning Astarion’s own, an invitation to take it - to celebrate with him.

Astarion's eyes had briefly widened, before he quickly masked it again with a look of faux disinterest. “And make a fool of myself? Please, darling. Let me retain the sliver of self respect that remains.” he retorted half-heartedly, bringing his knees up to hold them against his chest. He made a point to avoid the man’s deep, glassy baby ox eyes, lest he be convinced much too quickly.

Gale was undeterred, however, and merely waited with more patience than Astarion deserved. He swayed slightly in his drunken stupor in time with the music in the background, hand still held out for the elf, confident he would take it. Astarion mistakenly spared him a glance then and, after approximately thirty seconds, gave in with a huff. Damn it all.

“Fine! If only to save you the embarrassment of standing for the rest of the night.” he nipped back, no malice to be found in his words. “But I’m leading.”

He took the wizard’s hand and allowed himself to be assisted up, making sure to dig his heels into the dirt so as to not fall into contact with his companion’s plush chest, being hauled up with an uncharacteristic show of strength from the drunker man.

Gale didn’t seem to notice his blunder, merely squeezing the vampire’s hand and grinning ear to ear. “Of course.” he laughed in good humour, prompting Astarion to roll his eyes and lead the wizard by the hand to the heart of the party, ignoring the discomforting press in his chest as he did so.

It wasn’t exactly the entertainment Astarion had in mind for tonight, but he couldn’t find it in him to be mad about it when Gale’s hand fit oh so perfectly in his.

[actual-lea]

Fics I’ve written:

Baldur's Gate 3

In the Dark - Gale and Astarion are caught in a cave-in and no one has a good time.

LOST

The Way Home - A canon-divergent AU series in which Daniel Faraday is rescued at the end of season 4 along with the Oceanic Six. Part 1 is completed, Part 2 is still in progress.

Obsidian and Sand - AU where Miles, Charlotte, and Daniel all grew up on the island. Daniel/Miles, WIP

Money Where Your Mouth Is (explicit) - a one-shot that feels a bit like a weird fever dream, in which Sawyer discovers bisexuality. Daniel/Sawyer

Real - A post-canon one-shot where everybody lived and everything is fine. Daniel/Miles/Charlotte

Marble Hornets

One-shots:

areyoudrowning - A short fic about Alex being trapped in his own head in Entry 49.

Strings - Another short fic that explores what Alex was thinking during his confrontation with Jay in Entry 47. 

PERMANENCE - A dialogue fic, in which Jay sells his car somewhere around Entry 69.

didyou eversee - Some good old fashioned Jay Angst (Jangst?), written the night Entry 80 was posted.

Wake Up - Okay listen you have to understand after Entry 80 the fandom went a little off the rails with creating random AUs, and one/many of those AUs just consisted of putting wings on EVERYONE. So here's a weird post-Entry 80 fic that is, uh. that.

Null - Short little AU where it was Tim in Entry 80 instead of Jay.

waitingon you - A sort of weird stream of consciousness thing, following what happened to Jay between 80 and 83. 

Side Effects - A rare and elusive Jessica fic, post-canon. 

Focus - In which Jay is hallucinating; Entry 82/80.

Multi-chaptered things:

Vanishing Point - More than two years after “everything is fine”, Tim gets a phone call from Jay. WIP I swear to God I'm gonna finish this someday

Somewhere Among the Stars - Star Wars AU. WIP.

Distorted - A short little exploration of how Entry 77 could have gone differently. Complete. I barely remember writing this tbh

Regards - Each year as Christmas approaches, Jay’s family waits for him. Each year, they get a phone call. Complete.

Tumblr-only shorts - mostly ask meme stuff:

Paranorman/MH crossover

“You’re going to be okay.” Alex/Amy

“Can you hear me?” Jay

“I’m not letting you walk, I’m going to carry you.” Jay/Tim

“Listen to me, you are going to be fine./Focus on my voice.” Brian/Tim

“Things you didn’t say at all” Jay/Jessica

“Things you said under the stars” Jay/Tim

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What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

i sicko giggle at my work all the time but for actual chuckle and not "oh man the sickos are gonna LOVE THIS" giggles

“Whatever,” Laura said with a huff, “you’ve got bacne anyway.” She took another drag from her cigarette as the two of them walked along the railroad tracks, silent this time of day.

this little bit from my (still unfinished) big deanlaura fic makes me giggle just to giggle

Who is your favorite character to write?

dean winchester lmfao i literally love writing him so much thats my baby thats my princess

Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

gonna grab from my lothric/gale/astarion for this bc i am sick for my durge

“I know you asked me,” Lothric said softly, “who I’d taste from if I were like you. But you never said who you preferred.” Astarion scoffed, his fingers stilling, “You, obviously. As I’ve done every night since then.” He pressed a small kiss to the side of Lothric’s neck, the skin just barely scarred from the repeat feedings. “Besides me, I mean. Don’t pretend you haven’t considered it, save us both the time.” He could feel Astarion pick the braid apart as he waited for an answer. “I thought I agreed with what you said, whoever you preferred.” “You’re stalling, dearest. Answer my question, if you had to pick someone else in our camp to drink from, who?” Lothric couldn’t help but get impatient with him, he knew full well the life Astarion had lived, knew that much of the day their thoughts were both on the blood they were spilling. No point in being stupidly coy about the matter. Astarion hummed and shifted in his seat, looking around the camp before turning back to Lothric. “I still agree with you. Gale. I’ve barely gotten a whiff on the road but he smells,” he sighed wistfully, “fascinating. His blood is- it’s different.” “Shall we see if he’ll let you?” Lothric leaned in to nuzzle Astarion’s jaw, his gaze on Gale across the fire.  Astarion’s brows shot up, then furrowed as he contemplated. “Do you- do you think he would? I know he’s an academic but even posited as research I-” “I think he’s a lot less unwilling than you may guess, lover.” Lothric saw the way Gale watched him, watched them. The way he sighed softly to himself and fiddled with his earring, the symbol of his own former flame. The way he slept, curled amongst enough pillows that it would be hard for any man to feel as though he was sleeping alone. Lothric’s past may have been a grey fog, tinged with blood, but he could pick out loneliness on someone at a hundred paces in the dark.

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