#bg3 fics

[oceanatydes]

you mean to tell me, gale dekarios, the man who wove stars into the sky to tell you he loved you, who literally made love with you in the astral plane, just says "i suppose i am" at the epilogue if you ask him if he's proposing to you? he doesn't even actually ask you? gale, the most romantic, loving, fervently devoted lover of the bg3 characters?

#i have many thoughts about act 3 which i will post later #but this is insane to me #i have no interest in marriage but i want to rewrite this scene #the line where he says ive loved you more than anyone else mortal or immortal is perfect #but i needed so much more of that #gale #it felt so underwhelming #gale dekarios #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #gale x tav #gale x reader #gale fluff #bg3 fluff #bg3 fics #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 gale

[halfmoth-halfman]

The Ways That I Love You

Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x GN!Reader Word Count: ~700 Warnings: fluff, mild angst, minor blood and gore

You’ve never said the words to each other.

You probably never will.

But you both know.

It’s in the way Wyll laughs, loud and carefree, when you tell him a joke.

He’s a beacon in the darkness that surrounds your little camp, the fire’s glow burning a beautiful amber on his rich, brown skin. His smile is wide, brighter than the fire between you, his happiness so infectious, you can’t help but smile too. Very few can pull this kind of laughter from him, but you meet his eyes and know. It’s only you that can give him such joy — such ease, such comfort — to make him forget the burdens of his past that constantly loom over him. It’s only you. It’ll only ever be you.

It’s in the way you help him clean his horns after a battle.

He’s adapted to their weight, learned to balance his curved crown in battle, and how to sleep without straining his neck. The sensitivity, though… He’s never been fond of the gore staining his armor and skin after a battle, but the feel of blood dripping from his horns fills him with a new type of sick. He never complains, but the slight twitches of his head tell you everything you need to know.

You wait until you’re alone, absconding with Wyll into your shared tent. Head carefully resting in your lap, you pick through the viscera tangled in his horns and meticulously wipe them until they shine. It’s become a ritual for you, tending to the other half of your heart as he dozes against your thighs. It almost slips from your tongue then, held back at the last moment, but he feels the tenderness of your touch and he knows.

It’s in the way he holds out his hand, a silent ask to join his midnight dance.

It’s probably an inappropriate time to dance, but is there ever an appropriate time when you’re fighting the clock and a parasite in your brain? Neither of you can sleep, staring into the dying fire as you listen to your companions snore from their tents. A log pops, faint sparks shooting toward your feet, and Wyll stands.

He presents his hand, softened gaze watching and waiting for your answer. You take it without hesitation, letting him pull you in a waltz you’ve done so many times before. It’s clumsy, the only sounds your feet in the dirt and muffled laughter, but it’s perfect. A quiet moment to forget the world that is forever crashing down around you meant only to be shared between the two of you.

It’s in the way you wake before him, lying still to let him sleep just a bit longer.

Days, weeks, months of endless travel takes its toll on all of you. Never one to complain, Wyll doesn’t speak on how tired he is, how every morning is just a bit harder to get through than the last. You don’t need him to tell you; you feel the ache in your bones, the weight pulling at your limbs. With the role of leader so graciously thrusted upon you, you know you’re meant to up and ready at every daybreak, but he looks so peaceful sleeping beside you.

You keep still, content to listen to the steady rhythm of his heart and ignore the telltale sounds of your companions beginning to rise. You let him sleep until the sun’s risen, gently shaking him when Karlach begins to call for breakfast. He huffs every time, but can’t deny how much better he feels. After a few minutes of playful arguing and someone coming to check on you, he thanks you with a kiss. He makes you promise not to do it again, and you seal it with a kiss and your fingers crossed behind your back.

It’s in the way you carry each other through this adventure, keeping one another grounded amidst the chaos and blood and reality-shattering revelations.

It’s in the way you defend him against his patron, unwavering even when she taunts and threatens you and swearing on every god, known and unknown, to help him escape her grasp.

It’s in the way you vow to stay by his side long after you draw your last breath — your souls are bound in this life and every life after — and he draws his blade to pledge himself to you.

No, you’ve never said the words to each other.

Maybe you never will.

But you both know, and that's all you need.

#wyll ravengard x reader #wyll x reader #wyll ravengard #wyll #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate wyll #bg3 wyll #bg3 fics #moth writes #def didn't forget this one just had to postpone it a week #but i hope you guys enjoy!!!

[smartycvnt]

If anyone has any good Shadowheart smut fic recommendations, I am all ears. If not, I have work to do involving God's favorite princess.

#shadowheart x tav #shadowheart x reader #shadowheart x karlach #shadowheart x lae’zel #shadowheart x astarion #literally her and anyone #shadowheart #bg3 fics #help a sister out

[spacebarbarianweird]

I have plenty ideas for fics but I don't know which to choose. I think I will write all of them eventually but I'd like to know what my amazing readers and subscribers would prefer.

Really, you are awesome. I was hesitant about posting anything and now this blog (and your blogs as well) is a great source of comfort and inspiration to me.

• Scorching Sun. Astarion is waiting for the reader in the Inn after this awful ending scene where he almost burns to ashes. He is in pain and thinks the reader will never come to him coz they never needed him in the first place. Then, the reader comes back and they discuss what to do next. Tags: comfort, a lot of angst

• I will find you in my next life. Tav dies but Astarion keeps living since he promised not to step into the sunlight. Many centuries later a young person suddenly starts remembering their past life - and goes on a quest to find their vampire husband. Really lots of comfort.

• Little Bundle of Darkness. F!Tav gives birth to a little dhampir elf called Alethaine. I want to start with Tav realizing she is pregnant and end with the birth of the girl

• Past Sorrows. Tav tells Astarion about her past - how she was mistreated due to her origin (she is a half elf) and how she never thought she would be worthy of love or that anyone would want to be with her. Tags: hurt, comfort

#astarion fic #bg3 fic #bg3 fics #Astarion fics #astarion romance #astarion x reader #astarion x f!tav #astarion angst #astarion fluff #astarion #bg3 #astarion fanfiction #my readers are amazing and I want to know their opinions

[smt4flynn]

drink up

Warning: CNC, this can be potentially triggering, alcohol consumption, brief cunning linguistics, and implied somno. Minors do not interact.

This is operating under the assumption that all of this was negotiated off-screen and that both characters are aware of what is going on in the act.

AO3 tags:

This was an anon request that I posted on AO3 and I'm now posting here! ('-')b I hope you enjoy!

I forgot to mention this uses gendered terms and is assumed f!reader.

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Nervousness radiates from you, anyone in the bar can tell. Just looking at you, someone would be able to tell how utterly out of place you are; you clearly shouldn’t be here. You are dressed far more modestly, and a bit more expensively, than all of the other patrons here, though that isn’t why you are nervous.

If push comes to shove, you are confident enough that you can completely and confidently fight off anyone if they decide to try and rob you. The reason why you are actually nervous is because of the request you are fulfilling for Astarion. It helps feed into you being extremely nervous, however, which plays better into the fantasy that Astarion wants from you.

In a bid to help him be more comfortable with his sexuality, given that he admits he struggles constantly with being sexual yet having to fight off waves of disgust. Most of your encounters are initiated by him, with Astarion dictating how far things will go and when to stop. You are more than happy to indulge him; you aren’t necessarily a sexual person yourself, though you aren’t repulsed by them either. If sex is something he finds important then so do you, though he seems to find that a bit odd.

As time goes on however, you see a remarkable improvement in how he handles himself. You find yourself happier when he indulges his desires with you and is able to go through with without disassociating and detaching himself from the situation -

This, however, catches you completely off-guard.

“You... want to roleplay assaulting me?” you question. Astarion looks at you pensively, then embarrassment mollifies his face.

“Well, it is more like I wish to get you utterly blackout drunk, but I suppose you can put it that way, yes.” he twirls one strand of his own hair around his index, eyes avoiding yours. “It is of course all fantasy, and I understand that something like this can be hard to... back out of, but we do not have to do anything you don’t want to do, darling.”

You look at him thoughtfully. Your hands fidget together and you roll your shoulders back before, “I can do that. What, um, what would you like me to do?”

“Dress nicer than most patrons at a seedy bar would, and I’ll approach you of course, and...” he describes to you all that he wants to do, and though you fluster a little before him, you agree that yes, you will do your best. You are no actor, however.

He doesn’t mind.

You clasp your hands in your lap. The dress you are wearing is soft, comfortable, and it stops a little above your knees; it isn’t anything fancy but it is enough to make you stand out. In comparison to everyone else, you look like a pretty little lamb ready for the slaughter. Your fingers dig into your knees, face growing red from the perceived scrutiny, and -

“Mind if I take a seat, darling?” a familiar, smooth voice breaks you out of your spiral and you look up to see him – looking roguishly handsome as always. He dresses in darker colours this time around, wrapped in tight leathers, and you stutter out your response – he takes that as all the excuse to slide into the chair across from you, mugs already in hand. “You looked so nervous, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for you.” his voice is so saccharine sweet and if you didn’t know him any better, you would have actually believed him.

“Oh, thank you, I – I think?” and your voice comes out softer than you mean for it too; he leans closer, sliding one of the  mugs closer to you, and you look down at it. You aren’t an alcoholic, or rather, you do not drink in general. You, at most, only recognise beer – something that Astarion scornfully calls swill. You do not recognise the liquid inside of the mug, though you do not doubt that he chooses something deliberately strong, knowing your non-existent tolerance. “Did you get this for me?”

He flashes you a toothy smile, fang on show for you, and it makes your heart flutter. He is so utterly attractive, you are once again taken by how much you love him. “Of course sweetheart,” he says, voice honeyed with each utterance of the words and he leans forth, resting an elbow on the table while he gives you a dizzying, beautiful smile, “it’ll help with the nerves, and I managed to get a... decent discount for them, hm?”

You pick the mug up, feeling a bit silly as you look at it blankly before you steel your nerves and decide to take a large swig, much to Astarion’s surprise. It burns on the way down your throat, yet so oddly sweet as it settles on your tongue and slips deeper into your belly. You gasp when you separate your lips from the mug and he stares at you thoughtfully, especially when the alcohol seems to work almost immediately – you feel a bit dazed when you put the mug down, already feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“My my, that was a bit enthusiastic, don’t you think?” Astarion says, but he nudges the mug back at you when you let go of it, smiling at you all the while. You forget this often because of how comfortable he is with the group, often being a goof in his own way to keep everyone disarmed and relaxed, but it is impossible to see what dances behind those eyes. He looks at you with near-polite interest, something you often do not see from him, and a part of you wonders if he is falling back on old habits.

He nudges the mug again and leans closer to you, almost keen. “Go on, have a few more sips. You look like you need it; loosen yourself up, I feel stiff just looking at you.”

You don’t get to ponder for long if he has been falling onto old habits. You find yourself drinking a moderate amount – well, not really, maybe? He needs only his own ale atop of yours to get you completely swaying, slurring your words and losing your grip on the wakeful world. He looks at you with such gentle sympathy when he makes his way over to you, lips so gentle as he presses a comforting kiss to your temple. “Come along, sweetheart,” he whispers lowly, “I’ll get you a room for you to rest in.”

Everything passes by in a haze. You don’t know how but he does have a room ready for you in this seedy tavern; the farthest one too, the most expensive he whispers into your ear when you desperately hold onto him to try and stay afloat. You keep winking in and out of existence, your gaze so blurry when you look at Astarion and he – in a moment of borderline uncharacteristic glee – seems to revel in your listlessness.

“So gorgeous.” his voice seems so distant, teeth once more bared to you in a facsimile of a comforting smile. You cannot even struggle against him after he locks the door and latches onto you, hands grabby and rough when he grabs the hem of your dress and tugs it up. He bumps against you until you fall over onto the bed, your dress pushed up until your stomach, where your legs and your modest panties are on display, “oh, so cute.” he purrs, hands stroking along from your ankles all the way to your thighs, his grip almost worshipful as he squeezes your plump thighs.

“Nnnn... huh?” your voice sounds off, as though it isn’t even coming from you. He grins down at you; you are so sweet and pliant like this, you can practically see his thoughts reflected on his expression, downright predatory and sadistic as it is. You mumble something incoherent, to which Astarion responds by pressing a kiss between your legs, atop of your clothed mound. You try, sluggishly, to move away, heavy arms trying to push his head back, but you feel so weighted down, head dizzy still with how inebriated you are.

You really should figure out how to up your tolerance. Or perhaps, given how excited Astarion seems to have your body unable to fight back against him, practically charmed, you do not need to. He looks at you so reverently, fingers hooking into your cotton underwear to drag it slowly down. Despite your entire situation, the floatiness of the world around you, the thought of what Astarion wants to do to you, how he wants you practically unconscious and relaxed to the point of it being dangerous, has your folds slightly parted, swollen, and slick from a slow build-up of arousal.

“What a whore.” he hisses out, fingers spreading your folds; you feel so tired, like you could just fall asleep at any moment, and Astarion seems to key in on that. He presses a deceptive chaste kiss against your clit, almost mockingly so, thumb spreading your folds open so that his tongue can drag a long, lazy line between your folds. You shiver, your hips barely jolting against his mouth, though Astarion pins you down so that he can continue his almost kitten-ish licks of your cunt. The world around you is getting darker and darker, the pleasure growing faded.

“Stop,” you slur, your hands once again attempting to grasp at his hair and tug him off. He simply drags your body closer, keeping his face buried in your vulva, encouraging more and more of your wetness to paint his tongue. It’s messy, it’s wrong – you are wrong for this, for letting him enjoy so thoroughly taking you apart. If you didn’t drink so much --

Of course, Astarion loves it. Your feelings are just part of a play, you are aware, and it is so easy to get into the play of trying to get the brutish rogue off of you. His tongue is relentless against your cunt, lashing against your clit, wrapping around it, and all you can do is keen and beg -

“Stop, stop, stop-” your words lose all bite. You are far too sluggish. You realise that you are most definitely going to black out. How strong are those drinks that Astarion gives you?

Your heart skips a beat.

Did he lace them with something?

When you look down at your resident vampire lover, he grins up at you- he knows what thoughts dance behind your eyes. He presses a kiss to your cunt again, a wet smack of his lips against yours. “Good girl,” he whispers lowly, his breath puffing against your sensitive, swollen clit, “just go to sleep, darling, go to sleep, and I’ll take care of everything for you.”

Almost as if hypnotised, your eyes flutter. The world goes black.

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You awake, sticky and sore. Your face is buried in so many pillows, wrapped up in the most comfortable blankets, and Astarion sits across from you on a chair, reading what seems to be a smutty, trashy book. His eyebrow raises in what seems to be mostly confusion as to what he reads. When you force yourself up on your arms, you catch his attention just as you flop back onto your front, your legs shivering, and your face burns bright when you feel liquid heat drip out from between your pussy lips. Your press your legs together, blushing even harder when you realise there is... a lot of cum dripping out of you.

He must have been especially pent up, or must have built himself up to empty into you readily, pumping you full of his seed. You roll over and lift the blanket up, shyly looking down at your cunt, and Astarion laughs at the sheer embarrassment on your face when he sees how red your face is. Your pussy looks utterly puffy and flush with how much he uses your body while you sleep, and you cannot believe that you are unconscious for the entire thing.

“Was... was I good for you?” you ask quietly. You feel small for a moment, suddenly wanting to retreat, and Astarion sets the book aside to crawl onto bed with you, wrapping his arms around your stomach where he nuzzles his face into your cheek and smooches your temple.

“You were wonderful.” Astarion murmurs, “perfect, you let me do everything I ever wanted to do.” he pats your face and turns it over to look at him, where he locks lips with you, giving you a passionate kiss that steals your breath away. “Thank you for indulging me, my darling.”

“Anything that makes you happy,” you say.

Despite how oversensitive you are, you find yourself enjoying the odd pain he gives you when he makes slow love to you now that you are awake, peppering you with kisses and reminding you of how much he loves you the entire time.

You are just happy to have indulged him at all.

#andro fics #fics: bg3 #bg3 fics #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion bg3 #female reader

[have-a-treato]

I feel like I'll eventually fall in love with every character.

Started with Gale, and I wrote a worshippy fic to satisfy that pining.

Then astarion, and my soft drow fic. I just want to pet him and tell him he's safe.

Now I'm full on aching about karlach and I plan to ruin myself with a trio of short fics for her. It's like wanting to squeeze a cute animal really hard.

Minthara or Wyll is probably next if I live after karlach. I'm hopeless.

#nonsense #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #bg3 fics #writing #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion #karlach #wyll #minthara

[yourworsttotebag]

my bg3 fics!

Inspired by @mightymizora to promote some of my fics with summaries and lovely comments people have sent me! If you write, I think you should do the same!

I think these are a pretty representative example of the stuff I write and decent background for my tav Evie, who I write about often.

Hunger Gale/Tav - 5k - Explicit

Gale is far from home when the orb inside of him begins demanding powerful arcane energy. Unfortunately, he happens to be trapped in a locked room with nothing but his wits and the clothes on his back. Oh, and one sorcerer. He does have one of those too.

"This was so iconic" "Gods, this was so delicious! You write Gale so well and his dynamic with Evie is amazing."

Even If Astarion/Tav - 3k - Teen

Evie asks Astarion if he would still love her if she was a worm - a complicated question for him to answer since they are not dating.

"you are so good at writing banter, i love it" "this particular section...ripped my fucking heart out in the absolute best way."

Growing Pains Gale/Tav - 3k - Teen

Evie takes some tentative steps into leadership just as her personal life begins falling apart.

"Evie is such a distinct personality, and I cannot believe you managed to make such a believable fuckbuddies pining situation with Gale of all people, but it is REALLY working!" "i am crying at work" "Dear author I am CLIMBING THE WALLS what the FUCK"

I would be remiss if I didn't highlight a section of this amazing comment on And Everything After: "GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT THIS IS FUCKING DELICIOUS."

Y'all are so nice. Reading through these comments again was a treat even though I feel like I do it constantly.

#bg3 #bg3 fics #gale dekarios #gale x tav #astarion x tav #m: writing #gale of waterdeep

[mi6kan]

Can people pls stop saying a fic is "... x tav/reader" when the reader is named THANKSSSSSS I cannot take this anymore, please specify if your reader is named or not. Or just say it's x OC.

My name's not Emily or Anne or Julia (kudos if that's your name, you're one LUCKY babe).

#this is probably the millionth complaint on tumblr abt this #and i've been a fic writer before as well #it's for your reader's comfort #plz #im asking you HOLDING MY HEART IN MY HANDS #tagging bg3 bc im reading JUST those lately #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fics #plz larian give us a raphael romance option

[friendly-traveler]

Bisexuals will click on and willingly read the most morally questionable fics with red flags blaring in the tags simply because it has Astarion in it

#its me #im bisexuals #bg3 Astarion #baldurs gate tav #I havent read fanfics in years and this game has me in a CHOKEHOLD #need me some vamp dick #bg3 #bg3 shitpost #bg3 memes #bg3 fics

[teamdilf]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

“You’re crying for him?” [Redacted] says, gesturing to [Astarion] with disgust.

Thanks to @angry-jager for the tag!

Tagging @thetrashbagswasteland, @outpost51, @sparatus, @westernlarch, @writernopal

#tag games #Thank you! #BG3 fics #astarion #bg3 astarion #nano 2023 #Nano 2023 fic

[halsins-herbal-underpants]

I'm shamelessly stealing this idea from @autistichalsin lol but -- presenting, a list of the upcoming fics I'm working on. Plus if I put these down in black & white now I have to make them happen.

1. Dayan (my Tav's) full multi-chapter story of the game's plot, with an interim flashback of his time in the Underdark with Halsin. This is the big fish. I want to do short comics from this alongside.

2. Slight angsty smutfic of Astarion & Halsin helping Dayan through some particularly difficult-to-ignore aftereffects of sleeping with Haarlep.

3. Fluffy piece with Dayan taking Astarion someplace special back home.

4. Shortfic of a scene from Dayan's childhood, with his twin.

5. Heatfic (not omega) fea. Wyllsin; Wyll discovering his devilish form's new biological needs. Halsin is kind enough to help him through it. Some touches of pred/prey in there too.

6. SLOW 👏BURN 👏OAKWEAVE 👏 pre-tadpole & AU where the orb rejects the parasite

7. An oakbloodweave character study

8. Halstarion canon diversion where Halsin, unbeknownst to the group because of Orin shenanigans, gets taken by Cazador and made a spawn before the Cazador fight, and the fallout from it. Very angsty, very dead dove, I will probably cry a lot writing it.

#my fics #bg3 fics #excited to make these happen!

[newtabfics]

so some bg3 full fics you guys can absolutely anticipate:

Sort of slice of life that's mostly good humor drabbles about my absolute cinnamon roll of Tav with the companions.

Isekai style fic that's honestly a self-insert bc I'm a menace.

Gale x Wizard Apprentic fanfic. Slight change to Gale as a character but idea is that she trains under him because he helps her get her control of the Weave. This is mostly focused on his feelings for her leading up to the end of Act1.

Astarion x Tav PostGame Fic. This is taking some leeway in the ending in a sense of they end up becoming UnderDark monster hunters together and there's slow burn. For a hint though, it's post Dark Urge as well. :3

Some of the prompts that have been sent have sparked ideas :3

#fic teaser #bg3 fics

[pocket-dragon]

Durge murder aura detected

#Dusk is a smol bean and all i do is put them in situations #these two share a warriors bond #baldur's gate 3 #BG3 #baldurs gate 3 #lae'zel #tav #Durge #the dark urge #resist durge #they are trying their best #dusk #dnd #comic #u can actually read more about them on AO3 #im pintsizeddragon #which is to say you can read karlach/druge fics on my ao3

[spacebarbarianweird]

Plans for writing

Thank you all for voting! The first fic I am going to post will be "The Scorching Sun" - hurt/comfort fic about Astarion's ending scene. I will post it within a week. For the plans:

"I shall find you in my next life" - ressurected Tav is looking for her vampire husband I promised it to @a-tong some time ago and I think all the 800+ people who read "I shall meet you again" would enjoy it

"Past Sorrows" - My OC Tav called Tyrael is talking about her sorrowful childhood as an half-elf in a human family. A lot of comfort and hurt but it's Astarion turn to take care of his lover

"A little Bundle of Darkness" - Astarion and Tyrael become parents to a dhampir daughter. It's the first part of the series of fics about Alethaine, a dhampir necromancer. You can read headcanons about her here Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 . I decided to use my custom Tav because the fact she is a half-elf and a barbarian influences her daughter's upbringing not less than Astarion

I also got a request from @littlemistermedly to write more about dhampirs. It will probably be a part of Alethaine series (but maybe not)

I really want to write something about dances based on this HC and this video - Astarion re-learning how to dance again

I definetely need to write an angst fic about Astarion's nightmares and him feeling disgust about his own skin after all the trauma and violence he's been through

More nurturing Astarion - Tav is severely wounded in a fight and he needs to take care of her

I wll try to write some smut eventually but I still not comfortable wth writing NSFW even in my mother tongue (but my mother tongue is so weird about that) I am also taking requests for headcanons and fics so feel free to send them to me Ok, and a question. What is the best place to post fanfiction? Are there alternatives for AO3? Or is it like the only option? I've never written fics before so this field is pretty new to me.

#astarion fic #bg3 fic #bg3 fics #Astarion fics #astarion romance #astarion x reader #astarion x f!tav #astarion angst #astarion fluff #astarion #bg3 #astarion fanfiction #my readers are amazing and I want to know their opinions

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

#this isnt bg3 specific btw im seeing a lot of fandoms rotting cause of this #ao3 #archive of our own #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #PLEASE YOU GUYS INTERACT WITH THE THINGS YOU READ #you’re not being weird or annoying!!! it doesn’t matter how old the fic is!!! #you can just say ‘I love this’ or ‘it’s three am and I haven’t slept yet cause I was reading this’ #you can copy and paste a paragraph you like and add ‘!!!!!!’ after it #theories in the comments! mention when you think you’ve found foreshadowing!!! #if there’s a part where you have to physically put your phone down and smile off into the distantce? TELL THE AUTHOR #you can leave comments every chapter too!!! ITS NOT ANNOYING

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy