going back in time and reinventing omegaverse in 1946. gonna make zines about ronald reagan leaking out of his ass in the backyard bomb shelter. this is how we take the country back.
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hey *stares at you stares at you stares at you
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oh my god. omg. okay. new favourite genre. writing drunk omens, but like, drunk narration. still third person, still coherent, but. drunk omens. way too much fun.
ch6 spoilers! but also absolutely no coherent thoughts going on in this drunk head of his
altho that last one is, to be fair, an incredibly sober crowley thought
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ha haha, disabled writeblrs, where are you?
could really use some cheering up. shamelessly putting this in the tags ... I’m desperate. I’ve been losing much of the use of my hands because of severe arthritis over the past couple years. Having a speech-to-text software means I can write, but it’ll just take 10,000 years.
does anyone have advice? accessibility gadget recommendations or anything or even words of support ...?
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"How did you get so good at cooking?"
"I pretended I was a witch."
"..."
"Want to try?"
"Pretending I'm a witch?"
"I mean, the food. But I do recommend the witchiness. It makes the bubble bubble boil and trouble so much more satisfying."
"I don't think that's how the line goes."
"I'm sorry - who is the kitchen genius here?"
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The wizard is dead - Teaser
Teaser as promised!
Pairing: Rolan x f!Tav
Summary: You didn’t expect to end the party celebrating Ketheric's final death at the Last Light Inn making out with a certain wizard. And least of all you certainly weren't expecting to meet him again in Baldur's Gate...
Tags: Enemies to lovers speedrun, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, protective! Tav.
Warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, canon violence and death (Larrasomething dies, no surprises here. His death is canon to me lmao).
“I wanted to be the first to congratulate you, darling.”
Astarion wasn’t making any effort to conceal the enjoyment in his voice, and a bad feeling rose in you, wondering what could amuse him so early in the morning. Thankfully, he kept talking without needing to ask him to.
“So congratulations for shagging the wizard last night! It was the most entertaining spectacle of the party, no doubt.”
“Gale…?” You asked, filled with confusion. You enjoyed his company but neither of you ever showed interest of the romantic… or sexual… sort in the other.
“Ugh”, sighed Astarion, like it was the dumbest thing he’s ever heard in two hundred years, “no, not Gale.” The name sounded like an insult. You could hear the spawn roll his eyes.
“The stuck-up tiefling! The wannabe apprentice! What was his name again…?”
All torpor is abruptly ejected from your body with the power of a cannonball. You sit up brutally, wound up like a bowstring.
“Rolan!?” The name erupted from your mouth way louder than you intended. Luckily, Astarion didn’t pay attention as he slammed his fist against his palm in satisfaction.
“Yes! That haughty little… Anyway! You two gave the Inn one hell of a show, making out in front of everybody. I have to thank you for that, really, it was getting sooo boring.”
He was looking at you with the content smile of a cat who caught the mouse. You stared back with incredulity, dumbfounded.
“You’re lying.”
“Why, darling, I would never”, he retorted smugly, putting a hand on his chest with pretended affliction, like he was wounded by your accusation.
You wanted to stand your ground and believe that he was lying, but something in his smugness, more assured than when he was deceiving people, told you that he wasn’t.
“The whole Inn saw you, so you could ask anyone for confirmation, really. They all cheered by the way. Obviously his siblings were the loudest of the bunch…”
You covered your ears in denial. Never again you would drink that much.
“Shut up”, you pleaded with Astarion. “I don’t want to hear anything more.”
He chuckled with derision.
“Me shutting up won’t change reality, dear.”
Astarion when you kissed Rolan at the party :
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