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I don't want to get into personal stuff, but a lot has been going on and part two of one of one will probably be delayed longer than I thought. I apologize, I'm a slow worker in general, but it seems the writing process is taking even longer than usual.

Don't worry though, I haven't given up or dropped it! Im just taking my time so it can be the best it can possibly be 💕

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i don’t write fanfic for other people to read. i write fanfic because there is a concept rattling around in my skull and if i don’t get it out my head will explode

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meant to write today, but took an adderall and ended up playing lobotomy corporation for 12 hours straight

oops

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Thank you!

Listen - I've only ever really ran shitpost blogs, so knowing that so many people are interested in my writing and want to follow me for it in such a short amount of time is mind blowing!

Y'all are so amazing (✿◠‿◠)

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One of one: part 2 - WIP Wednesday

Notes - I am working on the full chapter, but enjoy a little sneak peek!

“You’re finally up,” Astarion speaks first, placing his book gently on his lap before turning his attention towards your face. 

The first attempt to open your mouth and speak words don’t go so well, all that comes out is a series of harsh squeaks that bring a bright smile to Astarion’s face even though there’s a look of sadness deep in his eyes. He laughs at your attempt, bringing a hand out and gently setting it on your head to run through the strands. 

“Easy now, you’ve been out for awhile, and well…been through a lot. Take a moment to situate yourself, and wake up properly.” His doting voice makes you melt inside. Every word that falls off his tongue hits like liquid gold, and swirls around sweet like honey. 

Even though he spoke like it was a request, you take it like a command, because deep down inside you know it is, no matter how hard he tries to disguise it. You let yourself lay there, watching as Astarion picks up his book once more, now holding it in one hand. His other hand is still on your head, mindlessly twirling pieces of your hair around his fingers, paying little attention to the action he's doing. If anything, he’s already absorbed in his book again.  

So you let him take the lead, making decisions for you and continue to lay there. Your eyes are heavy, closing every few moments, not being able to carry their weight anymore, but somehow you’re able to fight the urge to fall asleep again.

It feels like an eternity, but it is probably only another 15 minutes before you hear his voice again. Instantly, your eyes flick open with a bit more energy, and lock onto him once more. Astarion has now set the book on the bed side table, fixing his posture and sitting up a bit straighter, bringing his legs towards himself and crossing them. Then he simply pats his lap a couple times, wordlessly signaling you. 

“Come here- let me take a look at you.” He instructs, and you try your best to follow his orders. 

He doesn’t say anything as you push yourself up on your arms, doesn’t comment on how they shake underneath your weight as you try to push yourself fully into a sitting position. You wouldn’t have been able to make it if it wasn’t for Astarion’s calm hands on the small of your back, guiding you fully up. Not even wanting to attempt crawling the couple of inches it would take to make it into his lap by yourself, he helps you. You must feel like a bag of feathers to him, as his hands wrap around your waist he lifts you up with ease, your legs dangling carelessly underneath your body as he drags you into your lap, posing you like a doll until both of you are comfortable. One leg on either side of his hips, your ass perfectly situated in the space where his legs cross. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders, using the sturdy weight of him to keep yourself upright. 

“You know…” He starts off with a whisper, falling back into silence as he takes more time to observe you. 

He runs his fingers all over your body, the soft plush skin of your thighs, under the white shirt that you’re wearing- and now that you’re out from the sheets you can see it’s one of Astarion’s sleeps shirts. The worn out white fabric sits gently on your shoulders, draping over your stomach and down to the tops of your thighs. Besides that, you’re not wearing anything else. You don’t know if that idea is exciting or humiliating to you. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. 

Your attention shifts once more when you feel one of his fingers cradle your cheek in his hand, tracing the outline of your jawline and temple with utmost care. 

“I’m going to miss your old eyes, but red…it fits you.” Astarion hums, finally speaking again. Though it isn’t obvious if he’s addressing you or the silence in the room. He almost seems lost in his own world. 

“You’re still beautiful though. Absolutely- stunning.” 

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When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.

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went to a concert last night and now rockstar astarion is on the brain

the man just radiates sex appeal and confidence under those stage lights from all the camera angles of him being shown on the jumbo screen. but the second he's off stage the act drops and he's actually this just insanely awkward person who stumbles over his own feet and through conversations with his crew and band mates.

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when his eyes do the thing

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You guys want to see one of the comments of all time about Baldur's Gate?

Guess where it's from.

It's on Gribbo's page. You know. Gribbo. That little nymph Gribbo. GRIBBO.

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i don't know why they are this to me

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idk if anybody drew this already anyway I had 20 minutes and HAD TO

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Thank you all so much for your love and support with One of One! I was super nervous to post it since it's my first BG3 fic so I'm happy it was so well received <3

I'm currently working on part 2, and I can't promise or give any timeline, I can just say it is in the works and will hopefully be out soon!

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𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚄𝚛𝚐𝚎 - 𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜

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When Astarion says “I prayed to all the gods. They never answered” and Wyll says “the only thing a god’s ever given me is a cold shoulder” and when Minthara says “there are no gods left for me”

if you even get it.

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"you have a responsibility to consider how your writing would affect other people" literally 50% of writing is manipulating the audience by setting tone and mood and drawing them in to fuck with their emotions. writers do NOTHING but consider how our writing is affecting other people and this is implying that our moral imperative is to make them feel warm and fuzzy which it is not