#I still don't know how to tag properly

[sandmeister]

TAKE HEART!

Max Power!! -- THOUSAND ARMS --

[catgirlserpaz]

[ifursammylawrenceletsmakebabies]

I spent the last hour making these someone appreciate it

[songofmadness]

So yeah, the hyperfixation has ebbed a little - though it does still seem to be hovering fairly close by? Near enough that I can still feel the shape of the things I'm meant to be writing anyway. That's somewhat reassuring. In lieu of staring into the yawing white void of docs (shhh, yes, I know it's terrible but it also Works) and berating myself for inaction, I'm finally putting my ridiculous hoard of yarn to use. Do I already have six unfinished knitting projects floating about the house? Well. Yes? Of course I do! If it's not a commission, I'm shite at finishing most things. But still, there's something lovely about the feeling of starting (yet another) new project. Matching supplies to intention and setting out... Tis pleasant. I'm very, very good at starting things. I've had so much practice! What's weirder is managing to continue. I just realised today that I've been writing Wrong Notes for over a year. And I completely understand that to many fic writers that'll seem like nothing! I've read series that are, if not yet quite old enough to vote, definitely old enough to start rolling their eyes and sighing in a worldly manner at their parents. (That metaphor got a little convoluted -- my kid is approaching puberty. There is so much sighing. No one ever told me about the sighing.) Anyhoo, the point is thus: Wrong Notes is over a year old. And I'm still not done yet. I'm not sick of the characters, I still like where the plot is heading -- I have plans. I have so many plans. I don't know if it's finally being on the correct medication, or that it's the fic that's been percolating in the back of my head for nearly twenty years or what, but -- I can put it down for a bit, and spend a couple days knitting instead -- even after a supergross depressive period -- and it still feels like I'll be able to pick it up again. For the first time in ages, I'm not completely terrified of my brain going sideways on me and derailing yet another thing that I care about. Even if said thing is entirely pointless in the greater scheme of things, it hurts like hell to have all the enjoyment drained out of something I once loved. This got rambly :) Also not exactly what I intended to write -- it was gonna be a crap joke about how both my typing and knitting styles are utterly Wrong, but they still get the job done in the end. I'm not even sure if any of this makes sense? It probably doesn't! Felt good to write it anyway. :)

[off-mozzarella]

(From the body swap AU)

Hii! I'm very happy to see that my body swap comic was so well received, so here's a little something as a thanks for all the support <3

I'm excited to keep sharing my drawings, I hope you like what I make!

[goblinbeetle]

You belong with me.

[krysmcscience]

Hi, I woke up to this yesterday, and my brain is still exploding.

I don't even know how they came across my Ko-fi with how little traffic I got, but they did and were wonderful and I am so unbelievably grateful???

I can't even remember the last time I felt truly hopeful, but here I am. Feeling hopeful.

Wow.

What a world.

[sweetbananajellyfish]

Okay so I've always headcannoned that coach hedge was the one who guided Clarisse to camp, and i just found out it was cannon (at least thats what google said dont come at me if I'm wrong),

This feels like the best day ever, I need to know how it happened, was Clarisse influenced by coach or did coach meet her and go "I like ya kid, you got spunk" or something within those lines. It's just so perfect

[rosieparker1856]

Ao3 is down and I’m at work with nothing to do but my job I guess. I’m just glad that they make sure to keep us updated when this happened or I’m afraid I’d be losing my mind.

Thank you @ao3org for being amazing!

[churchofpossum]

Twitter gets more of my hyperfixation for my boys, but here's the two in a modern!AU setting. Doodled this after visiting pride and thought that those two would wear leather masks. Full is up for supporters, my boy Douglas is wearing a leather kilt u///u

[yagodnyizefir]

i'm howling , that's perfect !! g-man's over here wondering why his table is so sticky . AND he's got an influx of visitors as of late ? they don't seem to want keep him company for long though ... lol

NOOOOOO

NO, G-MAN, DO NOT TOUCH STICKY TABLE, PLEASE, WHAT HAVE WE DONE

[justewil]

help girl i can't stop thinking about 2 characters that have Nothing to do with each other

original tweet 👇

[prismatic-starstuff]

okay was anyone going to tell me that ascended Astarion calls MC 'little love' and 'my treasure' in the smoothest most sultry voice I've ever heard or was I just supposed to get absolutely smacked around the head with that knowledge myself—

[airenyah]

where's that one tumblr post that asks what the thing is that you're "well actually" about bc that post has crossed my dash multiple times and every time i was like "i'm sure there is something for me too, i just have no idea what it could be" bc like. i know now. i know what it is. it's joong and dunk. joong's and dunk's acting skills specifically, actually

[astarionancuninswife]

symphony (bard!tav x astarion)

My first official fic for BG3 and this was a fun one to start with!! The song that came on shuffle was Cody Fry's I Hear A Symphony - Live From Ocean Way Nashville. The first thing I thought of was a bard playing it, so that's what I went for. Kinda short, but a little drabble never hurt anyone.

Like I said, this is my first BG3 fic and therefore my first Astarion fic. I've privately written him recently, but this is my first public release of my interpretation of him, so I'm sure there's some discrepancies in his characterization. That being said, I'm always open to hearing constructive criticism, just be gentle with me.

Please enjoy!

word count: 840

warnings: N/A unless sweet sweet fluff is something you're wishing to avoid... or if you don't like real life songs being used in fantasy settings lol

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It was just like any other night at the camp, a strange mix of people forced into companionship by unlikely circumstances minding their own business. Shadowheart sitting in thought at her tent, Wyll making conversation with Karlach about their adventures of the day, and so on. Tav is sure the others are doing interesting things as well to wind down for the night, but she isn't too concerned about them. Instead, she sits by the fire, pretending to simply be staring off into space as she strums her lyre idly, but in truth, she's watching a certain vampire across the way. He's reading a book like he often does. She's not sure of what the contents are, she's not interested in it anyway. 

She stops her hand for a moment and starts thinking of the song she had composed a few nights before and just hadn't been brave enough to share until now. It was rare for the bard to be nervous; her pieces usually were just silly little ditties made up on the spot about something funny that happened while out with a small party of her companions. Those didn't warrant a fear of criticism. 

This, however, was different, it's fully written and memorized. It's special, it's a song with a specific muse. And she's not quite sure how this muse will react when he hears this pseudo-confession.

After some thought, she softly begins to sing with her eyes closed, "I used to hear a simple song, that was until you came along," she takes a breath to steady her shaky voice, "Now in its place is something new, I hear it when I look at you," she finally opens her eyes with the last word, immediately meeting Astarion's through the flames of the fire. She can't quite read his face, but when can she ever? He's pretty good at keeping his thoughts tucked away from any detection when he wants unless she uses the tadpole connection to enter his mind. She would never though; she understands the need for privacy and consent with everyone, but especially with him.

So, instead, she begins strumming her lyre and continues her song:

With simple songs, I wanted more, Perfection is so quick to bore, You are more beautiful by far, Our flaws are who we really are,

It was then she saw recognition on his face, a smile threatening to grace his lips. He was holding back, but she was fine with that. The corner of her lips become upturned as well, she's more than happy to smile for the both of them at the moment. She stands up, finding her usual confidence again at his acknowledgment. And all at once, in her mind and in this moment, it is just her and him alone in the camp. No one else exists to her.

I used to hear a simple song, That was until you came along. You took my broken melody, And now I hear a symphony.

She does a few vocalizations to fill the gap between the last stanza and the outro, all the while never taking her eyes off the pale elf who has given up on keeping his lips from forming a smile on his face. 

And now I hear a symphony.

She strums a few more notes before ending the song, standing there by the fire with a stupid lovesick grin. She watches as he walks over to her while clapping a few times, "What a beautiful melody," he compliments, "I wonder who could have inspired such a poem."

Tav laughs at his theatrics, rolling her eyes as her cheeks heat up, "A mystery," if he was going to tease her, she'd play the game as well.

"Well, whoever they are, they must certainly be quite special to you."

"He is," she says, her voice filled with nothing but honesty, "I hope I'm even a fraction as special to him…" she trails off, looking at him softly before becoming self-conscious of her implications and looking away.

Astarion is quiet; it takes him a moment to realize how vulnerable she's being in the moment, how honest and open. A soft smile takes form on his lips again before leaning to kiss her forehead, "More than just a fraction, darling, much more," he says gently, just loud enough for her to hear.

After a few seconds of blissfully staring at each other in silence, clapping can be heard from another spot in the camp, followed by Shadowheart quietly scolding Karlach for ruining the bard and rogue's sweet moment. Which is then followed by the others all figuring out who won the bet of how long it would take for one of the two to confess having actual feelings for one another and who would be the one to make the first real move. (Lae'zel won both, plus a bonus prediction of how Tav would confess, though it wasn't much of a surprise considering she carried an instrument around like it's a necessity in life she can't live without.)

[sillysarahsthings]

Funny thing on what happened after Issac came back for Jack.

LJ: "ah finally I get to see my lovely unharmed Blackie. 😌"

Issac: "uh....yeah, about that..."

So yeah, Issac "accidentally" got an angry mob to burn Miss Black to the stake.