#from the author

[kairoswrites]

i can't believe i did it. i might actually update a fic tomorrow

[notesfromwall]

DashingDon is shutting down at the end of Jamuary 2025. There is a post on the Choice of Games forum and others have shared other places to move the game. (Sorry if this is duplicate news, just wanted to make sure all creators know.)

Uh oh! Luckily this doesn't impact me because WALL hasn't been in choicescript for quite a while (aside from being trapped in infinite hiatus right now sorry everyone 😭) but publishing this anyway just in case it's useful news to anyone else!

[flowerspear]

Chapter 2 (From "I Waited 200 Years, and For What? (Was it worth it in the end?)" on AO3)

Traveling along the path for a while longer, they came to a sigil - an ancient way of travel for wizards and those strong with the weave. This one wasn’t quite right, however. Instead of the usual runes, a swirling purple and black hole was spinning on top of the rockface, crackling and whirring in the air. While the others kept their distance, Pae walked forward, looking to see what had caused the strange phenomenon when a hand suddenly emerged from the hole. 

“Uh, hello, I don’t suppose you’d mind giving me a little tug, would you?” The hand waved slightly.

The current was erratic and she calmed herself, reaching out softly to the portal and calming its edges with magic of her own. “Whatever you're doing, it’s working! Now PULL!”

A man came tumbling out of the portal, which quickly closed behind him. “Ah, thank you. For a moment, I thought I was going to be stuck in there forever.” The purple cloaked wizard bowed. “Gale of Waterdeep, at your service.” 

“Thank you. Are you looking to go anywhere? Your portal seemed a little…busted.” 

“Oh, yes, well, I came off that mind flayer ship and found myself falling, so I did what any self respecting wizard would do - I portal jumped.” Pae nodded her head. 

“Guessing you don’t have any companions?”

“Why, none at all, my fine friend.”

“.....well,” Pae sighed. He’d fit right in. “Welcome to the crew.”

Gale was overjoyed and looked his savior over, noting that it was a small woman who appeared to be in her late 20s whose skin seemed to sparkle with the weave, which spun around her in the thin air. She didn’t even need to try, he thought to himself, she just was weave touched. And she was so, so peculiar.

Before long, the little group consisted of a tired wizard, a dark hair and souled cleric, the pale elf with an expensive bow and custom dagger, and the person who’d somehow become the leader – a tired looking young woman with eyes that felt like looking down the barrel of a shotgun and a mouth full of sharp words. She was drow, slight and thin with silky hair that hung down her back, wrapped and twisted into a sort of lazy updo that was failing to hold her hair in place at the nape of her neck. 

Pae led them forward, avoiding pieces of the ship, stopping once to put an injured mind flayer ‘out of its misery’, as her father would have said when he was still alive. But he wasn’t. And neither was her mother. She thought of her boss, who was probably pissed she’d not made it into work or had the mind to send a messenger boy to update them on her status. But how exactly do you broach the subject of a mind flayer parasite behind your eye with the person who won’t even pay you enough for a week’s worth of food, let alone shelter. 

The odd group picked through pieces of the ship, looting everything they could find and killing everything that posed a threat. Several dead mind flayers gave a few scrolls and, mercifully, several potions of healing. Feeling guilty, Pae also looted the corpses of the fishermen that had been killed by the nautiloid. Their gold would not be of use to them any more. Astarion looted with practiced fingers, pulling magic bits and bobs off and distributing them among the party as he saw fit. Pae was surprised to be given a beautiful silver necklace - guidance, he said. She hesitated before placing the locket around her neck. There was a four leaf clover held inside the thin glass of the locket.

The gift of guidance - from the strange and handsome elf - was now with her always.

It was disgusting, Astarion thought. Disgusting that he was now dependent on these…creatures. He knew he shouldn’t think that, but he couldn’t help it. The half elf was easy enough, leave her to her strange toy. The wizard and the drow, on the other hand, might be a challenge. Gale seemed to be keeping an eye on the rose and silvery grey-haired woman. Though oddly delicate, there was a hardness in her, something that demanded a respect Astarion refused to give. As Pae led them forward, he shrugged off the thought of food.

[aquietwritingcorner]

Thank you all for a wonderful Whumptober!

I enjoyed writing all the stories I put out, and it made me quite happy to see you all enjoy them! I loved every reblog, comment, tag, and like here, and every kudos, bookmark and review over on AO3 and ff.net! Believe me, I look at and read every one of them! They make me quite happy! I promise, I'm slowly getting around to responding to everything!

For the next month, don't expect to see a lot out of me. November is always NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I'm throwing myself into making that 50k word count! It's my 13th year, and I don't plan to make this year the one I lose!

But I do have some questions for you that you can help me answer during this month. So far all I've posted on this blog are stories and snipets of things I've written on rp blogs. But I would like to interact with you all more.

So. Here's my first question to you. What other things would you like to see on this blog?

Do you want to see headcanons? Analysis of characters, scenes, episodes, etc? Thoughts and ramblings? Small silly scenes that pop in my head? Would you like it if I posted memes where you could ask me questions? Prompt memes? Let you give me ideas? What other things would you like to see?

I would very much like to interact with all of you more. My ask and submit are open, and anon is on for all of you shy people out there. What would you like to see more of that might help with that?

My second question is: Are there any of my stories that you'd like to see more of?

Any you want me to do follow ups on? Any you'd like to see me revisit in an expanded way, with more detail? Any verses you'd like to see me do more writing in?

I can't promise that they'll happen or happen quickly, but interest in them does help fuel the desire to write them!

And, lastly and purely hypothetically at this point: Would you like to see things besides writing from me?

I haven't drawn in forever, but would you like to see art from me? Would you like to see just new art? Would you like to see old art? If I did something else, like, say, if I learned to sew and did something, or painted or something, would you like to see that?

These are questions I've been pondering for a bit. You don't have to have answers to them all, or opinions on them all. You don't have to like any or all of these ideas. I just want to know what you think. Anon is on, and I'd appreciate some feedback.

Thank you! I can't wait to hear from you, and to, hopefully, provide you with more stories! ^_^

--AllyKatie

[berserkbookworm]

So I did a bad today. I wanted to go to a panel at a con, so I dragged my bestie with me. In hindsight, taking a satanist to a panel about Warrior NUN was not a good idea. In my defense, I did think we were going to discuss more Ava and Beatrice than religion. I really should have looked at the panel speakers and seen that Fr though. Also didn't help that there was a nun that specialized in exorcism. I thought the gay barbie in the crowd was about to fight with the nun after she said "as long as it stays a kiss and they don't go any further". Seriously though why did we talk about religion for 40 minutes and only talk about Avatrice for maybe 10 minutes?

[journeyofthemoonprophet]

From the Author

(So. That AI partnering announcement huh?

I know I've been quiet here after the holiday break, mostly due to a BUNCH of offline emergencies hitting me out of the gate since January, but boy has tumblr making it a little hard to try and come back to posting on... especially with learning we're gonna have this nonsense on top of it.

I likely will not be yoinking everything off this blog JUST yet (and hell, I might even try to at least update out to the end of this first arc on here), but before I do I think I'm going to archive what I have here on AO3 in case this whole site tries to go belly up first. So likely, next update will be my AO3 link, and then after that, we get back to trying to get a certain prophet out of the snow.

Thanks to those who are still hanging out here; it means a lot!)

[ruin-a-wedding]

wilkommen, bienvenue, welcome

Since I've had a recent boost in followers I figured I'd recap some information for people just joining. This story is 18+ due to adult content, and readers are advised to participate at their discretion. I won't be providing content warnings.

For the past year I've been running stories like this on Patreon, and I decided to do a free version as well so people can have an idea of what we get up to over there. Occasionally I'll throw in links to my ko-fi and Patreon, but it's never expected that followers give me money; I'm doing this for fun and will keep going for as long as I enjoy it.

ways to read

on AO3: to catch up on previous chapters or have a poll-free experience you can read How to Ruin a Wedding on AO3

#How to Ruin a Wedding: if you want story updates without the clutter of other blog posts or want to make sure you don't miss a poll, you can follow the hashtag

this blog: you can also follow @ruin-a-wedding for story updates and other fun tidbits.

Additionally, people who are curious about the person behind the account can follow me @cumkills for looks at other projects and general shenanigans

the future

I know that generally people running these kinds of project accounts have some sort of twine game for people to demo. Eventually I'd love to make this something people can play on their own, but that isn't coming any time soon. For now this is simply a draft run where I play with mechanics and try to decide if this is better as a static story or interactive game.

[aquietwritingcorner]

skjahsdfjkddkiji--oh my goodness, @donatellokinnersinner what a compliment! Thank you! ^_^

you ever read a fanfic and just sit back and think…someone wrote something THIS good… and then just….published it on the internet….for free…..

[roseworth]

i think theres this idea in the general public that the "best" fanfic gets turned into real books like 50 shades of grey. but the truth is that the best fanfic can never be published as an actual book because its intricately woven into the canon material so its inseparable even if you change the names

[murataesque]

How I found out about trump getting shot

[kairoswrites]

re-reading old comments (and new) on Parallax and we were faster on our feet. and I miss those fics - I miss writing those fics. that's the thing they don't tell you about fic-writing; you'll sometimes start to miss the world of the story. the feelings you felt while settling into the characters.

[morganbritton132]

No one tells you when you get a Big Serious Job™ how many fucking abbreviations you’ll be forced to learn.

[squidbatts]

irt natm pacrim au:

First of all, I have twenty four docs in my gdrive with titles that start with "natm pacrim". Only two of those are info docs (one general, one specifically about the smith family), and only four have been posted. SO! A lot to, hopefully, come

I am hoping, dreaming, and praying that my (first?) amelia fic will come out in the next week. Ideally by sunday.

The only Set ships are jedtavius and lewark. I genuinely can't decide what else will exist, I had some ideas but the muse pulls me around with every word I write, so no matter what crushes are revealed in fics, don't take them as Set Fact

Jedediah pov fic is now at 23k, and I have at least two scenes to write. So. In case you were wondering how that's going. He just has so much to say and do

[aquietwritingcorner]

When I started doing challenges, I left the challenges in one big "fic" on AO3 and ff.net because it made sense to me, at the time, to keep them all there.

However, considering I use so many minor and side characters in those fics, and fics containing those characters are hard to find, I'm beginning to wonder if it wouldn't be better to re-release them as individual one-shots that I put in a collection to make the stories easier for people to find. It seems to have worked well with my TMNT fics and those have a much smaller cast of characters.

I wouldn't delete the original posting of them. I'd leave that up. But this is an idea that I've been playing around with, and I'd like y'all's opinion on it.

And you're welcome to to explain any thoughts you have in a reblog, in tags, in an ask, or in a message. I welcome your input!

[flowerspear]

Chapter 1 (From "I Waited 200 Years, and For What? (Was it worth it in the end?)" on AO3)

“Over here, you can help me, can’t you? You can kill it?” The pale elf stood, ears peeking out of a silver mess of perfectly coiffed curls. “Please…” His voice was pleading. Fake begging.

Pae sighed. Fine. She could help. Even if he was full of shit. Moving forward carefully, she motioned for her companion to stay hidden around the corner she was emerging from when she was first seen. She approached the man, moving past him and toward the brush.

Pae almost knew it before she saw it. The flash of a knife. “Put that fucking knife down.” She spun around, finding the man holding a dagger out, ready to stab her clean through the ribs. 

“Oh, but I was just…” Pae glared, her eyes like cut glass. “...putting this away!” Astarion finished the thought. 

Once the dagger was hidden, the woman moved forward. “There, now isn’t that better?” She still stared up at the man and tilted her head, a wry smile now dancing on her lips.

“And to think, I was ready to cover the ground with your innards!” The white haired man laughed casually. Pae just sighed softly. “Really? You don’t like jokes?” She leveled her twinkling eyes directly at him again.

“You. I know you. You live in Baldur’s Gate,” she said, trying to distract the man who’d seemed so keen to see her on the ground under his dagger. “You hung out in the lower city, at all of the pubs. I’d know you anywhere. You never left alone. Ever.”

Astarion was taken aback. No one, and he meant no one , watched him without him knowing and allowing them to do so. But her. She seemed to have been able to notice him, see him, taking them home. This could be bad. Very, very bad. He’d been going to the lower city pubs for decades, centuries. And never once had he failed to notice someone watching him. A lazy grin crossed the woman’s face.

“Ohhh, I struck a nerve, I think. Well, mystery man who never leaves alone, are you planning to leave me here alone?” She wrinkled her nose a little, scrunching up her face and the corners of her mouth in a teasing half smile. “Either way, I think it might be better if we stick together. I’ve got another, back over there –“ she pointed to just around the corner of the rockface, her companion now peeking her head around it, trying to assess the silence. “– and we’re happy to take in more of…..” she didn’t know how to say it.

Tadpoles. They had them. Her, her companion, and this striking man had to have one too. But did he know?

“I saw you on that ship. You have one too, don’t you? Please tell me you have one.” Astarion’s voice was tinged with fear, and it seemed like something wasn’t quite right. Still, Pae found herself nodding her head, almost as if to give this dangerous man an inch of comfort. 

Suddenly, he saw her. No, not her, but through her eyes. She was a small thing, destitute and on the streets, living in the corners of pubs, watching patrons. He saw himself through her eyes, felt her longing, her wish to be taken somewhere, anywhere. Her desire to be cared for. Likewise, Pae saw through Astarion’s eyes. She watched as he seduced a young man, one who had never been kissed. Their lips crashed together, and she felt the heat from the other man’s lips on her own, so warm, so welcoming. She felt herself tugging on the trusting man’s hand, pulling him through the doorway into a lavish mansion. And then it was gone. The tadpoles had disconnected, leaving them both disoriented. 

Careful not to let him take a mile, she decided to inch closer, staring at his face. His eyes were a deep reddish-brown, so deep they almost flashed red, like the beautiful cherry wood inlay composing the desk in her boss’ office. The desk was regal, much like the man before her who, even covered in the dirt of the road and the dust of the ground, somehow stood tall in the shadows but cowered in the sun.

“Fine,” Astarion spat out. “I’ll come to your camp, but don’t think I’m doing it as a favor to you. I won’t hesitate to use you as a shield should the opportunity present itself.” He looked pleased with his threat, hoping it would turn the conversation to his favor. “I’m Astarion. Lead the way.”

She shook her head and sighed. “Pae. And I would expect no less. You remind me of my boss.” With that, she rolled her eyes and turned on her heel, facing fully away from him. Normally this would be a mistake, leaving her back open, with her hair bouncing around her cheeks and neck; one bite to the throat would allow for the quickest kill, but he couldn’t think of that. Not now. Not yet. Survival first, other problems second. Pae glanced over her shoulder, muttering to herself, “I should do better. I should know better. This better not get me killed…as if I’m not already dead.” 

Astarion leapt after Pae, sprightly and soft, not making a single sound as he brushed past her, causing her to jump at the sudden movement. Her hair stood on end as he passed, and it almost felt like there was a predator among them, though there were no gnolls or monsters on the little sun splashed path she and the other woman had been stumbling down together. Read On ->

(Excerpt From "I Waited 200 Years, and For What? (Was it worth it in the end?)" on AO3)