#naeve writes

[neverlandillusion]

lunch for two. ⠀⠀⤹ after connecting on a dating app, you agree to meet with single father Bang Chan for a lunch date. you're both out of practice, but the chemistry between you is undeniable.

GENRE:  romance, fluff, angst. CHARACTERS:  Bang Chan, Reader, Felix (mentioned) PAIRING:  Bang Chan/Reader WARNINGS:  discussion of past minor character death and the trauma around death - brief and non-descriptive.  WORD COUNT: 2100 A/N:  a prompt request from Liv.

Checking your phone for the time, you sighed softly, risking a quick peek at your hazy reflection in the glass window.  Attempting to be subtle about it, you assessed your appearance.  Hair: smooth and gently curled.  Makeup: intact and well-applied.  Good.  You’d been careful not to smudge anything on your way from your apartment to the restaurant, but you’d been known to be a harbinger of chaos in the past.  Especially when it came to important dates like this one.

Hoping to disguise how stupidly nervous you felt, you tucked your phone away in your purse.  “B.Chan97” wasn’t late, anyway.  

You were ridiculously EARLY.  

From the way the waitress kept glancing over at the still-empty seat across from you, she was starting to think you’d gotten stood up.  Mortifying, honestly.  The soft chime of your phone had you diving back into your purse to snatch it out—a DM!

Looking up from your phone, you half-stood, waving an arm at the man standing in the café doorway.  “Chan?”  You called uncertainly, catching his attention.  He turned, his confusion brightening into a wide smile as he spotted you in turn, hurrying over.  The man looked exactly like his picture—no, scratch that, he looked so much better.  

“Y/N,” he greeted, stopping to bow politely.  You awkwardly bowed back, still half out of your chair.  The man took the seat across from you, settling in.  “Was I late?  I’m so sorry.  I thought I’d be early.”

“No!”  You hasten to correct, lifting a hand to wave away his worries.  “I was very early – you’re nowhere near late.  I – I was a bit nervous, so I wound up here sooner than I’d meant to be.”  

Holy shit he was hot.  You’d known he was from his Booble profile pic, but this was – this was so much more.  He was dressed simply; a crisp white t-shirt and a pair of tight, faded jeans.  Chan took off the baseball cap he’d paired with the look, shaking out his short black hair.  Seeing you stare, he cracked another smile.

“A bit underdressed, huh?”  He hooked a finger in the collar of his shirt, shaking it out as he laughed.  It sounded a touch nervous, and something about how anxious he seemed in that moment loosened the tightness in your own stomach.  

“Not at all.”  You told him, returning his smile with one of your own, a touch shy.  “You look good.”

Ducking his head, Chan blushed faintly.  “So do you.  Pink is a good color on you.”  Glancing up, his eyes swept over the soft pink dress you’d chosen (with the assistance of your annoyed best friend who’d had to suffer through seemingly-endless “costume changes”).  The way his eyes felt on your skin – it made a shiver race up your spine.  Your stomach was in knots all over again.

“Thanks.”  You managed to whisper.  Your mouth felt dry.  

Grabbing the glass of ice water (mostly just water now, it’d been sitting so long) you’d ordered, you chugged it.  As you drank the waitress watched, her eyes sweeping over you both, openly curious.  Her gaze reminded you that you’d never ordered actual food, and you’d been in the place almost a half hour by that point.

“Ah, do you want to look over the menu, Chan?  I think I’ve decided what I want to eat.”  You handed it over to him, and the man nodded absently as he gave his attention to the menu.  While he looked over his food options, you played with the straw in your water cup; pinching it into flattened shapes while you waited.  

Glancing up, you found Chan’s heavy gaze narrowed in on you once more – shit.  Instantly your hands darted away from the straw, winding together beneath the table.

“My son does that, too.”  He told you with a fond smile; softer than the ones he’d shown you before.  It spoke of a bond so deep that, for a moment, you felt wistful to know what it was like to be loved like that.  “He gets so bored when we eat out, I try to bring him coloring books to keep him busy.”

His son.  You knew he had a kid; Chan was very open about it online.  It wasn’t a turn-off to you: you love children, and a big family was always something you’d seen for yourself in the future.  It was your deep love of children which had been the main reason you’d become a teacher.  

Though Chan’s son did make you curious of the mother.  Where she was in his life was not something Chan had made abundantly clear online, only that she was gone.

You wanted to ask, but you were scared to pry so soon into your first meeting.  “We’re both fidgeters, huh?”  You asked with an embarrassed smile.  “On your profile - it said he’s six?”  You gently probed for more information, leaving it up to Chan to set the boundaries of what he told you.

“Yes.”  Chan said.  “He turned six in September.  He’s a handful, but he’s a good boy.”  Shifting to pull out his phone, the man opened it up to an album of photos for you to look at.  “His name is Felix – well, Yongbok, but he can’t stand me using his Korean name yet.  He’s so incredibly smart and talented.  He even won a trophy at his recent football meet.”

The way Chan talked about his son, it was clear that the man adored him.  His pride and love made your ovaries scream.  It shouldn’t have been hot, but it was.  Oh, it WAS.  A gorgeous man who loved kids?  Sold.  You had to reign your hormones in, focusing on what Chan was saying and the pictures he was showing you.

The boy was adorable; all chubby cheeks and freckles.  He had big, expressive brown eyes, though in the latest photos Chan showed you, Felix didn’t seem very happy.  It was obvious that something had shifted in the last set of photos.

“He’s adorable.”  You told Chan honestly, smiling as you watched the proud father scroll through photos of his son.  He paused on a photo of Felix, much smaller and happier, and a woman, sitting at the edge of the ocean, both wearing wide smiles.  Chan’s happiness faded – his eyes matched the sadness you’d seen in Felix’s.  

Without giving it much thought, you reached over the table to gently squeeze his wrist, offering silent comfort.  You didn’t know Chan well – or at all, really – but at that moment, it just felt like he needed it.

“Sorry.”  He said, reaching over to place his hand atop yours, clasping it tight in return.  A silent thank you passing between you both.  “That’s my wife.  Was my wife.  She...she passed almost two years ago.  Cancer.”  His words were clipped; short.  Full of pain that was clearly lingering despite the passing of time.

Chan shut off his phone, pulling away as he closed in on himself – you let go, pulling back as well.

“I’m so sorry,” you told him, heart squeezing at the thought of how he and his young son must have suffered her loss.  “It can’t have been easy for either of you.”

“No.”  Chan agreed, “we left Australia a few months ago.  After she died, I couldn’t stand living there; surrounded by her memory.  Felix didn’t want to leave so I tried to stay for the first year...but I’m selfish.  I think he hates me for making him come to Korea.”

“No!”  You protested, “I’m sure he loves you.  It’s harder for children to express big emotions.  Death affects them differently, but just as intensely as it does us: he just needs time.  He’s going through a lot.  That’s a big move, on top of a huge life change.”

“Yes...it was a big move; he’s struggled a lot with learning Korean.  We never spoke it in Australia, so he can’t communicate well with his classmates.”

“Is Felix attending an international school?”  You pictured the small boy, lost among his classmates, unable to comfortably fit in.  “I’m a teacher myself, though I teach math.  English isn’t my strong suit, but if you ever want help, I’d be happy to assist you and Felix in whatever way I can.”

Chan seemed surprised by the offer, something passing over his face that you couldn’t quite place, not familiar enough with his expressions to properly decipher it.  “I...appreciate that.  So much.  Also – I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to monopolize the conversation like this, and to start off with such a heavy topic, no less.”

“Please don’t be.”  You told him.  “I want to get to know you, that’s the point of this date, right?”  

Acknowledging that you were on a date with the man made your heart do a flip flop in your chest.  It’d been so incredibly long since you’d gone out with someone, and here you were, seated across from a gorgeous man giving you all his attention.  It made you squirm.

“I should be better at this whole thing.”  Chan insisted, the color returning to his face.  But it wasn’t as cute as his blush before; his expression was miserable.

“Not at all.”  You insisted.  “Grief is purely individual, and no one can dictate how you grieve, or how long it takes you – or Felix, for that matter – to move on.”  Pinching your fingers together beneath the table, you laughed softly.  “I’m not good at this, either, Chan.  I haven’t been on a date in...years.”

“Then,” he said slowly, his warm brown eyes meeting, and holding, yours.  “We’ll re-learn this together?”

“Yes, please.”  You said, laughing softly.  “Maybe we should start over?  I’m Y/N.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  Instead of bowing you thrust a hand across the table, offering the western-style handshake greeting.

Laughing as well, Chan took your hand, holding it tight within his larger grasp.  “I’m Christopher Bang, or Bang Chan here, but please call me Chan.  It’s wonderful to share this meal with you, Y/N.”  He paused, still holding your hand, “well, I guess I can’t say we’re sharing a meal until we actually order a meal, huh?”

Releasing your hand, the man turned to summon the waitress, after placing your orders, you both fell back into conversation.  It came easily—naturally.  You discussed work: your teaching job, and Chan’s position as a music producer.  Though he was careful not to name-drop, it was clear from his conversation that he was well-respected and likely very good at his job.

Privately, you made a mental note to look him up later on google.

By the time you were finishing up the meal, you felt as if you’d known Chan years.  His warm nature put you at ease and left you longing for a way to extend your lunch date into dinner – maybe something more.  

The man insisted on paying the bill, not letting you get a word in edgewise as you protested.  “Please,” he said, leveling you with those dark brown eyes, making you melt back into your seat, “let me.”

How could you – or anyone, for that matter – say no to that?  Impossible.

“I’d like to see you again, Y/N.”  Chan said as he walked you to the bus stop a few minutes later.  His white shirt tugged at the seams, broad shoulders filling the material out in a way that should’ve been illegal.  It had your brain stuttering to reply, desperately chugging along as it tried to keep up.

“I’d like that, too, Chan.”  You said softly.  You’d like more than he could possibly know.  “I’ll message you when I’m home later?”  You say, posing it as an open question for him.  You’re not able to hide the longing tone, and it makes the man grin.

“Yes.”  He told you firmly.  Coming to a halt at the bus stop, he looked down at you, clearly hesitating for a moment.  “It...it was so nice to meet you, Y/N.  I want to see you again.  Soon.  Really.”

“Yeah.”  You could feel the heat of your blush.  It felt good to know he’d enjoyed meeting you – that the attraction you felt was mutual.  “Soon.”

“Be safe getting home, Y/N.”  Chan told you, finally giving into whatever he’d been hesitating on.  His hand lifted, and gentle fingers tucked the long strands of your hair behind your ear.  The tip of his finger gently traced the curve of your ear.  The simple action left you breathless, heart hammering away in your chest. “I’ll see you later.”

You swallowed hard, nodding.  “O-Okay.  See you.”

Knees wobbling, you felt like a baby deer, watching the man disappear down the street.  He’d stolen a piece of your heart with his warm smile, and you knew at that moment, you were in danger.  Bang Chan was going to wreck your whole world.

And you were kinda looking forward to it.

[aequha]

one last time.

a genshin impact smau | albedo x gn!reader

SUMMARY two years after his lover’s death, albedo makes a vow to never love again. except he meets you, who looks exactly like his dead lover.

GENRE modern, slight angst, corny ass jokes, fluff

STATUE ongoing - slow updates

NOTES falling down this rabbit hole again… as usual timestamps don’t matter. tbh idk how long this will be let's just go with the flow haha

EPISODE LIST

001 — tulips ♢ 002 — tba

003 — tba ♢ 004 — tba

005 — tba ♢ 006 — tba

MISCELLANOUS guys i am super busy with college like i'm dyingggg but okay let's do this hfcsjfd albedo au this time because y'all said he needed some justice... also on a side note i'm doing this for fun so js expect random ass updates if i get the motivation. AND ALSO I AM NOT UP TO DATE WITH THE LORE SO DONT MIND ME

[naevethewizard]

I'll be so honest, your fix has pulled me into a hole I CANNOT STOP READING.

It's starting to become one of my favourite fics I've ever read and is now in my top 3 bg3 fics I've read so far.

I'm only at chapter 14 but I adore Naeve and the way you characterise Astarion. I also love the way you write the other companions and spawns - Aurelia my beloved <3

Can't wait to read more :)))

Thank you!! Oh man, if you left this comment at Ch 14, we've still got some interesting spawn sibling dynamics coming up -- I hope you enjoy! Thanks for taking the time to shoot me a message! <3

[genshinology]

auni!! will you do the valentines ship thing w ur mooties?

>:) it is finally time.

(also, ik this is like multiple days late but who cares, this is tumblr. and tumblr is a weird place anyways. read: I'M SO BUSY NOWADAYS, SO I'M SORRY FOR ALL MY MUTUALS ;–;)

@kamiyatos ayato! it's just lee being my fellow ayato simp. i don't get into blk yet but i know you're a big fan of someone in the series.

@aequha xiao, xiao & xiao. naev is the best xiao writer AND xiao main, you can't convince me otherwise.

@tellerluna-stories as much as i would love to put scara, i know dokja is on top, bcs honestly, who wouldn't?

@rinoomi kazuha!! or scara! just them being your ultimate characters in-game <3

@i23kazu it's weird but i would say you would click really well with either kazuha, or just do a 180° in term of personality and then go with childe!

@baeshijima sophie has already passed the phase of ultimate simping towards ayato, so yeah alhaitham is #1 in her life. (have you guys even seen how down bad sophie is?)

@primoredial-jade childe :( you give me such a mature vibe, and childe is like a companion that would go well with you!

@ragnvdnr diluc!!!!!!! the url itself is sexy and self-explanatory >:)

@rilakkuni kuni, kuni, just kuni 🤍 childe would come in clutch behind scaramouche btw.

@usersasaki marius? or dokja? you choose. either way, both are hot </3

@ajaxstar another one i would pair up with childe! hoshi gives me that vibe. idk what it is but childe is just so easy to be paired up with everyone else.

@spiriteddreams xiao. just, xiao. also another writer on this platform that truly nailed his characterisation 💔 i love spirit's writing when it comes to him.

@aestherin as much as i would love to see ri goes on a date with ayato, i would say scaramouche for this one. (i'm still on team ayato btw for privacy.)

@kamiiyaka kaedehara kazuha for life. #livelaughlove kazuha.

@keqism i'm still in my "introductory" stage with sunny but since all her blogs give off fancy and royal-like vibes, i would put sophisticated men like zhongli, ayato or kazuha.

@loveying HEIZOU!!!!!!!!!! the little gremlin is your favourite and i'm also in the ship </3

@dawndelion-winery putting alhaitham here because acco is finally, finally accepting that alhaitham is so 🦋🦋🦋🦋

@astranne jason! your blog even radiates his energy although i don't really know much about him? how is that even making sense HELP

———

i think that's all <3 for my other mutuals, it's not that i forget you, i actually hit the end of the road while trying to figure out who is your sweetheart :( lmk if i missed anything.

HAPPY (LATE) VALENTINE'S EVERYONE 🤍

[theomenroom]

looking at some of my favorite obscure games' AO3 pages to see how much there is.

nothing for Hyperrogue (fair, it barely has any writing on its own). nothing for Out There (it has one (1) character, so, that's fair). nothing for Deadly Rooms of Death (that one even has multiple characters! the protag is a wisecracking guy, he has a nephew he cares about, and there's an enemy who jeers at him as he hunts him down. plus there's a spinoff with another main character! even if all you care about is getting dudes to ship together you have that. that's at least three possible dudeslash ships)

Nothing for Naev. fair, it's an open-source game that is actively recruiting people to join its writing team, you can add to canon with almost as much ease as you can write a fic.

Black Closet has six and Demonheart has close to sixty; the top character tags are all from the first one in the series (which, fair, the project to make it in Neverwinter Nights was a thing in 2014 and the VN series is a reboot after that collapsed under its own weight). Caves of Qud has about three dozen, which is fewer than I expected and also the same number as Cassette Beasts.

[shipazia]

𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 & 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ୨♡୧

───── 💮🌸 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 🌸💮 ─────

❝ 𝐼 𝒦𝐸𝐸𝒫 𝐹𝒪𝑅𝒢𝐸𝒯𝒯𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐵𝐸𝐸 𝐼𝒮 𝒞𝐼𝒮𝐻𝐸𝒯❞

```˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ sinking ♡ ships • she/her • minor • multifandom

!!╱| 、 (` - 7 |、⁻ 〵 - i’m shipazia on archive of our own! ~ じし ˍ ,)ノ```

╰┈➤ armature creative writer!

✎ (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ༉‧ ♡ aliases ~ bee, beety, gloomy, brownie, shipazia, sinking-ships

꧁•⊹٭𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃٭⊹•꧂

✵╰┈➤ Racism, Homophobia, Anti-semitism

✵╰┈➤ 18+ Content

✵╰┈➤ 13+ only!

✵╰┈➤ Jokes concerning physical appearance

✵╰┈➤ Disturbing Imagery

✵╰┈➤ Political

꧁•⊹٭𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂٭⊹•꧂

✵╰┈➤ PFP: Smile! Precure

✵╰┈➤ BANNER: Smile! Precure

✵╰┈➤ DIVIDERS: @kgymz, @silkholland, @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

──── 💮🌸 interests 🌸💮 ────

⚜ ⊰────── lego ninjago ──❥

❝ reading is the first step to any adventure! go reading go!❞

╰┈➤faves morro, lloyd, kai, jay

╰┈➤ships jaya, destiny, polyninja, kaiylor

╰┈➤platonic destiny, green cousins, ghosts, watermelon

♡ ⊰────── originsmcrp ──❥

❝ once upon a time, there was a small and quaint house❞

╰┈➤faves eden, kol, shino, ooo!xylo, fto!devin, lara, biblico

╰┈➤ships devintchie, eclipse,

╰┈➤platonic neopolitan ice cream,

➴ ⊰────── genshin impact ──❥

❝ i never embark on a journey without a good book to accompany me❞

╰┈➤faves wanderer, nahida, keqing, childe, twins, cyno

╰┈➤ships beiguang, zhongchi, cynonari

╰┈➤platonic chiscara, mc & scara, nahida & scara

♔ ⊰────── the witcher ──❥

❝ only myths and fables do not know the limits of possibility ❞

╰┈➤faves jaskier, ciri, yennefer, tissaia, fringilla

╰┈➤ships geraskier, yengilla

╰┈➤platonic ciri and geralt, yennefer and tissaia

*please no spoilers past season 1, or for any of the books!

☠ ⊰────── the nevernight chronicles ──❥

❝ you're a daughter of words. a girl with a story to tell.❞

╰┈➤faves mia, jonen, naev, cloud, ashlinn, jessamine, mercurio

╰┈➤ships ashlinn x mia, bryn x waker

╰┈➤platonic jonen & mia, mercurio & drusilla, adonai & mari

꧁•⊹٭𝙷𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜٭⊹•꧂

︶⊹︶︶⠀୨e୧⠀︶︶⊹︶

✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ art ✦ʚ♡ɞ✦

╰┈❥ art blog @gloomyglosse ♡

✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ reading ✦ʚ♡ɞ✦

╰┈❥ high fantasy, y/a

✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ writing ✦ʚ♡ɞ✦

╰┈❥ fanfiction, original stories, roleplays

──── 💮🌸 masterlist 🌸💮 ────

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

• ༺❀༻ • 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

➽──❥ N/A

• ༺❀༻ • 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼

➽──❥ N/A

• ༺❀༻ • 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂

➽──❥ N/A

• ༺❀༻ • 𝓶𝓾𝓵𝓽𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻

➽──❥

• ༺❀༻ • 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

➽──❥ N/A

≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾

[valancyjane]

Vanish

Vanish.

Draco has lost track of how long he’s been brooding over the single rune on the parchment sitting on the library table before him: a conjoined double triangle, broken and diverging at its lower extremity.

The innocuous word is a sibilant hiss in his tormented brain, insistently reminding him of the twinned cabinets he has been impossibly tasked with repairing this year… and their eventual, wicked purpose.

Desperate for distraction, he looks up from his Runes homework, his storm-grey eyes immediately homing onto a beloved familiar head of wild chestnut curls as Hermione Granger rummages through one of the upper shelves in a nearby stack. She is – as usual – oblivious to his presence, her lips moving silently as she pores over the cramped text of a heavy tome.

Don’t stare, he cautions himself, even as he drinks in every nuance of her appearance. His hungry gaze lingers on the curve of cheek and jut of hip, her outer robes discarded on a nearby chair. She looks vital, energized, alive… content. Glorious.

Forbidden. His racing heart stutters and slows, the simple joy of watching her souring instantly. Blanking his expression, he allows himself a few more moments of covert study. She must sense his gaze; Draco fails to look away before she catches him staring. Her grip on the large book in her hand loosens as she returns his undefended regard. He forgets to breathe as… something… passes between them… Awareness? Vulnerability? Empathy? Or perhaps…

The book falls from her overfull grasp with a loud thud, unfortunately startling his dozing idiot posse out of their droning naps beside him. Crabbe snorts as he spies the witch hurriedly bending down to pick up the dropped book, his beady eyes flicking to Draco and narrowing in suspicion.

“What’re you lookin’ at?”.

“Nothing,” Draco panics, blurting the word too loudly. Hermione snaps about to look at him, her beautiful brown eyes colliding with his. He has no trouble decoding the primary emotion expressed in them this time: profound hurt. Oh, no – I didn’t mean –

“Yeah – she’s nothing, alright,” Goyle jeers. “Nothing but an uppity little bitch, right, Draco?”.

Before he can even begin to consider his reply, Hermione is gone, whirling down the narrow aisle. Draco strains to hear her fading footsteps, regret and rage at his untenable situation churning biliously in his gut.

Vanish… I yearn to do so… but more than that, I wish I could disappear…

With her.

[kell-argenal]

Entry #2

We entered Maglin Woods yesterday and now we're halfway through the forest, it's very beautiful and so peaceful if you don't include the beasts.

They're a pain to be honest, you couldn't even walk peacefully for a minute without Rotfiends and Dusksnakes appearing out of nowhere.

We've make camp near a pond and right now Naeve is fishing while I'm here writing and keeping an eye for any possible attacks, it's nearing night time now and usually Maglin Woods sleeps but knowing our luck, we could have a Vexfreak stopping by our camp.

I think we'll arrive at Hafeld by afternoon and from there, we'll decide where to go next but probably we'll do some bounty quests first to earn some gold so we can buy more supplies

[luvinelysia]

still have my heart

[09.] ah.

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[aequlinks]

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[tihgnari]

aha hello ate rosie!! (is it okey if i call u that huhuhu i dont wanna come of as disrespectful or anything T_T) ive been following u w my other account since u started g4u and WOW one more chapter left and itll end /nagpunas ng luha i remember the days i used to wait for chap 10 and t___t SORRY I GOT TOO EMOTIONAL but the smau rlly made me happy! u and naev literally pushed me to make my own account and start writing (ty for that ig? lolz) + i rlly want to be moots w u BUT IDK IM TOO SCARED???? UR TOO COOL but ANW congrats on g4u and im rooting for u on your future works! i hope ull see this or else ill riot if tumblr will eat my ask 😭😭😭

first of all yes! call me however u want ehe. im happy the smau made you happy <3 bc then alam ko nagawa kong tama trabaho ko as a writer WAO ANG DRAMA AMPUCHA ANYWAY awe ang sweet naman non! 😭 secret lang natin to but i was inspired by bebe naev too hihi cutie. we filos gotta stick together char elmer's glue yarn?

WAG KA MAHIYA di ako masakit mangagat medyo lang CHAROT HAHAHA im always open to moots esp new filo moots! pakilala ka lang bebe tas follow kita agad! <3

[aequha]

guys. why did no one tell me i had an albedo smau i never finished.

[naevethewizard]

BG3 Tag Game ✨

Thank you for tagging me, @floehie! :)

Favorite romance: Astarion. I met him in early access, thirsted after him and imagined our tragic chaotic evil romance until the full game release... after which I saw his vulnerable wet-cat face during his confession scene, instantly buckled, and gave him the softest, most loving ending I could manage. I'm not often surprised by video game characters, but Astarion's character and story are so unique and beautiful that I'm still recovering. And just look at his dumb lil face looking at Naeve, oml:

Favorite class to play: Warlock. Eldritch blast with a knockback effect is the most fun a girl can have, plus high charisma to get in or out of any trouble I want? I adore it.

Favorite NPC: Look. I'm not saying that it's healthy to get all excited whenever Raphael shows up to call me a little mouse, while still looking forward to killing him later... Moving on.

Favorite song off the soundtrack: Forging the Fate, with the Harpy Song is a close second. I love a spooky lady singing.

Tell us a little about your Tav: Well, since Naeve is teeeeeechnically a Durge, I'll go with my first ever BG3 character, Fessigan. She's based on a D&D rogue I played: an unrepentantly manipulative, power-hungry charlatan. At least she was -- until she fell in love with one of her marks (a noblewoman who saw through the roguish facade).

Since Fessigan is happily married and retired in the D&D world, I used the BG3 as an alternate universe where her wife had been killed. Fessigan blamed herself for her wife's death, so she badly regressed and was using every possible method to hurt herself -- including taking a warlock pact and letting herself be used by Astarion. Thankfully, she and Astarion slowly healed together, even if they had no intentions of doing so at the start of the game. :)

Something you wish was in the game: More dynamic companion action in camps. I love talking with everyone, but wish I could see our companions moving around camp and talking more amongst themselves, similar to Red Dead Redemption 2. Particularly in Act 3, I barely got any party banter -- it would have been nice to witness it at the Elfsong instead. Can you imagine if we'd gotten something like this instead of everyone standing next to their tent/bed?

Do you create fanworks? Share something with us: BG3 inspired me to get back into fanfiction after a 15 year gap. I've done a fair amount of original creative writing and read a ton of fanfic in the meantime, but writing fanfic is uniquely rewarding (and uniquely stressful lmao). My ao3 is here, as well as the link to my smutty Astarion character study two-shot and my post-game, unascended Astarion-finds-the-spawn multichapter fic.

Sending no-pressure tags to a couple artists whose creations have inspired the last few chapters of the 7,007: @sevrinve, @sermna, and @abigailsins.

[genshinology]

OMGOMGOMGOMG ITS UR BDAY TODAY????? HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNIOMGGGG <3 IM GLAD I COULD SPEND IT WITH U AND I GOT TO KNOW YOU 🥹❤️ i hope you have/had the best day ever!! cake and flowers for u 🫶

naev my dear!! god, i think you're like one of my first mutuals on here (if i'm not mistaken, you are the first), and i absolutely adore you and your writing from your old blog :( plus i'm so happy that you keep on slaying with your smaus and your new blog! i don't read the xiao angst yet but the title really strikes a sense of familiarity in me, and i think i know what's about to come T^T

the flowers and cake are so pretty!!! thank you for being with me from the start, i really appreciate you sm :( hope you always have the best days ahead of you <3 much love from me!!

[bigdreamsandwildthings]

Review: Nevernight (The Nevernight Chronicle #1, Jay Kristoff)

Rating: ★★★★★/5

“‘Listen, girl,’ Aelius sniffed. ‘The books we love, they love us back. And just as we mark our places in the pages, those pages leave their marks on us. I can see it in you, sure as I see it in me. You’re a daughter of words. A girl with a story to tell.’” This was absolutely incredible. I am in awe of Jay's story-telling ability, his word-crafting, his imagination...literally every single thing about him basically. Mia Corvere watched her father swing at age ten. Watched her mother dragged to a hellhole of a prison, a fate worse than death, her baby brother at her side. She vowed then to become the best assassin she could, to avenge their deaths in any way possible - and that's how she finds herself, six years later, entering the Church of the Lady of Blessed Murder, set to train to become the deadliest Blade of all. However, the trials are only beginning for Mia and the other Acolytes, and in a world where murder is not only accepted, but encouraged, and taught, the path to Mia's revenge will be anything but smooth. This will probably just end up being one massive gush instead of a cohesive review, because I just can't believe how much I loved this. First of all, and always foremost in my mind, the characters. Mia is so wonderfully, darkly realistic. She has motivations that make sense, but she refuses to wallow, instead always choosing to grit her teeth and do everything with a ferocity that gives me chills. The cast of characters surrounding her is just so well-drawn and detailed too, from Tric to Ashlinn to Hush to the Shahiids to Naev, Adonai...literally everyone. They all have backstories. They all have a real roundness to them that makes them feel so utterly real. The world-building is absolutely fucking stellar too and deserves all of the attention alongside the characters inhabiting it. Jay has crafted this brutal, corrupt reality and, without overwhelming the reader at any point, fully drawn all of us into it. I feel like Godsgrave is real, and I feel like I would die living there because everyone has murder on the brain all the time. The Church is constantly likened to a murderous Hogwarts and really I can't think of any better description for it. We get these delicious scenes of life there, followed by these insane happenings that I could never predict, and it just feels so goddamn real. And Jay's writing style. Holy gods, his writing style. He always manages to be so INNOVATIVE. I knew going in that he wasn't afraid to play with format, but the footnotes still took me fully by surprise. Who writes fiction with footnotes?? The answer: Jay Kristoff, and he pulls it off brilliantly. Those footnotes give the story space to breathe, a moment for us as readers to collect ourselves in those quiet scenes and orient ourselves more fully in the world. I laughed out loud at numerous points from the details in these ("what noise do camels make when they run anyway") but they were also just so cool and refreshing and different. I just can't think of anything about this that I didn't like. Wonderful characters that tug on your heartstrings while also making you cackle with murderous glee, a world that is so dark and intricately crafted that it feels so real, some spiciness that comes out of left field and seriously leaves you wanting more, a dramatic tone that amps up so hard at the end that it leaves you breathless. No, this isn't YA, but my god, I'm so glad it isn't. I adored it. 

[ask-the-black-talons]

So what are the Black Talons?

((My terrible attempt at writing OC’s, girls and breaking all the canons at once?))

They are a squad of eight, female Night Lord Astartes. Synthalia Naeve is their leader, Katrix has been her friends since the experimental squad was formed. Originally there was ten of them. What happened to the other two I will reveal when the time is right.