WIP Wednesday!

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you to the lovely writers who tagged me last week for WIP Wednesday/Snippet Sunday: @verbenaa, @khywren, and @xxnashiraxx!

Last week I was finishing up the angst, but now I'm shifting my focus back to my Durgetash political AU, Deadly Ambition. Chapter 4, let's go!

I have good news and bad news, and both are that the worst (fictional) people you know in (fictional) American politics are hooking up.

“You’re starting to bore me, Enver,” she said, and his eyes slid back to her face. She moved to sit in the middle of the king-sized bed, stretching her legs out in front of her and tossing her dark hair over her shoulder. “If you take much longer, I might have to call one of my – what did you call them? Lovesick puppies?” He narrowed his eyes and pulled his tie off his neck with a snap before picking up where she left off unbuttoning his shirt. “Most of them are back in D.C., of course, but that’s nothing that a few text messages couldn’t fix,” she continued. “Or maybe Minthara’s free. What do you think?” “How funny you are,” he said darkly, pulling his shirt off of his arms and dropping it on the floor. His undershirt soon joined it. “Or maybe not.” Her eyes swept up and down his chest and stomach as he reached for his belt. He studied her while he shed his socks, shoes, and pants. “How long did it take you to get everyone on this campaign wrapped around your finger, hmm?” She smiled slowly. “We launched the campaign over a year ago.” Enver slid onto the bed and she eyed him with interest. He moved forward until he loomed over her and caged her in with his arms. “For you, Enver, it’s taken… what, four weeks?” She grinned up at him and then placed on hand on the back of his head to pull him towards her.

Forgive me if you've already been tagged or posted, but I'm tagging @verbenaa, @flamemittens, @aliasknives, and @defira85!!

Just wanted to share a snippet to the first chapter of my new fic called 'Slip Away Today.' This is a high fantasy old western AU fic with our favorite vampire, Astarion. Saloons, cowboys, vampires, gun fights, horses, gangs, and a fair amount of tying up the female lead, will be in this one.

I'm very excited about what I have planned for this story and I really hope everyone will enjoy it. ♥

Loud roars roll out of the Elfsong Saloon as if thunderstorms are tumbling down from the eastern mountains. The old fir building is abnormally packed for the beginning of the week, damn near every civilian poking around in Baldur’s Gate spilling out of its batwing doors. Oil lamps hang outside, blazing like devils around the raucous place in the pitch dark night.  Astarion approaches the saloon, garnet eyes nearly aglow with want, lured by the faint scent of blood. Not just any bouquet, mind, but one that belonged to a woman named Bonnie Sparrows: enemy; friend; brief lover. It’s been nearly five years since he last saw the elf, having hightailed it out of her vicinity shortly after they finished what they set out to do, yet her aroma stuck around in his mind like a habit he couldn’t quit. The sweetest swill he’s ever had: honeyed milk and sugar violets. 

He runs his tongue along his upper gums, trying to alleviate the ache in his fangs without much success. Dangerous move, Bon, the vampire smirks to himself, knowing she’s brought him there on purpose as an open invitation he couldn’t refuse. See, that’s the thing about Bonnie, she did everything with intention. Foolhardy or not, she deliberately put all her thoughts and actions into whatever goal she was meaning to achieve.  As his boots drag him past a few horses tied to a wooden hitch post, he hears them softly snort, sensing his existence as the predator that could properly drain them at any moment. He eyes the closest one, pupil shifting to its side to view it better. “Vile creatures. More prone to biting than I am…well, almost,” he mutters under his breath.  “My, my, is that the renowned gunslinger Astarion Ancunín or do my eyes deceive me?” a high-pitched voice drawls, interrupting him from chastising the unsettled equines.  Astarion looks up to see an amethyst-skinned tiefling leaning seductively against the outdoor saloon railing, breasts giving him a generous greeting as they pour over the top of her silken bodice. A silver curl peeks out from under a weathered black cattleman hat as he tips the edge at the lady. “Good evening, darlin’,” he replies politely.  The woman smiles wide, lifting layers of purple petticoats to curtsy. “Now how come I never see you at Sharess’s Caress with a mare or stallion in your lap, hmm? Handsome feller like you would be treated like royalty there.”  A frown falls upon his face. It didn’t matter how much time had passed since he was last forced to use his body for another’s pleasure like the soiled doves at the brothel house, folks still only viewed him as a sexual object. 

Trivia: I've been writing this with a southern accent in my head.

Also, thank you to my writing group that has been so kind to me recently. I'm dedicating this fic to you all. You know who you are.

August 21st is Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day  💕

Let’s be honest - we all forget to leave a comment sometimes. We don’t always go out of our way to click the “come talk to me on tumblr” link on AO3 to scream about the fic in the author’s inbox. On August 21st I encourage you to take a moment and show fanfic writers that you appreciate them!

How can you do it?

leave a comment and kudos on every fic you finish reading. Doesn’t matter how short. Doesn’t matter if you’re just repeating what other people have already said. Just be kind! Keysmashing, Caps Lock, and live commenting appreciated! (Bonus points if you leave a comment on every chapter)

ideas for what to put in a comment: one | two | three | four

floaty review box for ao3 (super useful for commenting as you read + it has a ‘review tips’ button if you feel stuck)

reblog ficlets, drabbles, fics, fic rec posts, etc. Put a nice comment in the tags. Remember that likes, while appreciated, don’t give the writer any exposure, meaning the posts don’t reach more people

go to your local fanfic writer’s inbox and talk to them about their fic of your choice. Let them know how long ago you’ve read it and what story point/sentence/scene still makes you smile when you think about it

send thank you messages to fic writers. In a world where you have to pay for almost everything, they’re supplying you with countless hours of free entertainment. It can get quite lonely without getting messages acknowledging the hours they spend writing stories - let them know their time and effort is appreciated

make fic rec posts and @ the authors whose fics you’re recommending! (believe me, fic writers love to see their stories in these posts)

create something inspired by a fic! You can draw fanart, make a moodboard or aesthetic post, or even write a song for the fic you love. Whether you’re a beginner or a pro doesn’t matter - the thought alone is what counts more than anything <3

buy the writer a coffee if they have a ko-fi page and you have some change lying around c: Caffeine keeps most fic writers awake when they struggle with a particularly slow draft or a difficult scene. More coffee, more words.

These are only some ideas out of the sea of possible ways to appreciate fanfic writers. On August 21st show the writers in your fandom(s) some love <3

*sigh* me and may friends paid Theo Solomon to say in Wyll's voice that he's "in da club straight up jorkin it" so of course I have to infect as many people as possible with this newly created cursed audio

I love the way you draw Enver... Could you show how you do it 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you!! Sure!