So... I Thought Chapter 10 Was All Squared Away. I Was Wrong- Rewriting In Progress!!

So... I thought chapter 10 was all squared away. I was wrong- rewriting in progress!!

With Stars to Fill My Dream (9) - Darkness Helps Us All to Shine

Hi everyone!! Chapter 9 is here! ❤❤

Please forgive me for the lack of Karlach screenshots, I thought I'd have gotten them by now but life has been a little crazy so I haven't been able to fix up my game and mods since Patch 7 released. 💗

Please enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,352

Opening under the cut!

Ofelia stares into the flames as she warms her hands, listening to her companions getting ready and packing up for the day before they start to filter out.

She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d been torturing herself over and over with the thought that if she did, she’d find them all standing around her, demanding she leave when she woke up. The idea of going out alone in this world had been enough to wire her nerves and keep her alert, even when the rest of the clearing was as silent as death.

Ofelia pokes at the logs in the fire, watching Wyll cross the camp towards her. She regards him warily, concerned at his intentional approach.

“Morning,” He smiles, sitting beside her. He gives her some room, tension hovering in the air between them. He doesn’t look angry, or distrustful. With his face so open, she almost feels more terrified. Many meetings with case workers had prepared her for the sickly sweet words and body language that preceded her removal from a foster home. Usually through deliberate fault of her own, so she can’t really complain.

“Hi.” She mutters, setting the stick she’d been holding down on a stone to dangle over the flames. Her voice is defensive, measured. It’s been a while since she’s had to use this inflection.

The chill still clings to her and she shrugs the spare blanket up over her shoulders, watching Wyll tap his knee before snapping and searching his pockets. He pulls a small brown package out and unwraps the cloth, revealing a wedge of cheese within. He motions to it, indicating that he’d like to share, and she nods, watching him pull his knife out to cut a piece off and hold it out to her. She takes it carefully, not one to pass on cheese, even if it’s a bit of a placating gift before he brings the hammer down. Once she places the pad of it on her tongue, she hums in approval- it reminds her of sharp cheddar and with a small sting to her eyes she nibbles on the rest.

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you @xxnashiraxx for tagging me (your WIP was so good - I'm so excited!) and everyone who has tagged me over the past Snippet Sunday and WIP Wednesday! I love getting to see all of your WIPs and I'm always excited to actually have something to share on the actual day lol.

Here is part of a WIP for chapter 13 of my bg3 isekai, Indelible Imprints! 💖

You can read chapters 1-12 on Ao3 or through the pinned post on my blog!

Tagging 💖: @justabiteofspite @elinorbard @ladyduellist @bhaalsdeepbat @verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @sashitf @roguishcat @kalmiaphlox @chaoticbardlady99 @celaenamyers if you all have something to share! 💖

Pre-WIP Wednesday

I'm slamming my fist down on my desk and gifting you all a snippet from the next chapter- I am not fucking around with this one, it's time for the yearning to begin. 💗

“Well!” She slaps his upper arm with enough force to make him jump, plastering a bright smile over her face. “What else are friends for?” She slips out from under him while he’s still surprised, gleefully prancing over to a patch of flowers when she spots them- bright white daisies, shining like salvation from beneath a scraggly tree. Her mama’s old wildflower book comes to mind like a saving grace, and for some reason, the section on flowers and their meanings floats back through her memories. “Here.” She scoops some up and presses them into his hands, earning another confused look. “What are these for?” He analyzes the petals as if they’ll speak up and she smiles, feeling her anxiety leech down into the earth. “They’re symbolic- and I’m really impressed that they’re growing here.” Her heart finally starts to slow back into a normal pace, fingers resting over the stems of the ones that he cradles in his palms. “They’re meant to convey friendship and trust when they’re given to another person.” She carefully closes his hands around them, the soft smile of nostalgia covering her mouth. “Stuff like that meant a lot to my parents- my first parents. And it means a lot to me, too. Even if it’s kind of silly.” He holds them up, closer to his face, before flashing her an oddly strained expression. He looks like he’s trying to make sense of her, and perhaps he is. She’d slammed the brakes and veered into a completely different direction than where he’d been taking them, but if she let him keep going she would have made a proper fool out of herself and that’s not a show she’d like to put on right now. Or ever. “Uh… thank you. Darling. I think.” She watches him lift a stem to his collar before tucking one of the flowers into the neckline. It looks pretty with his hair and she feels her cheeks flush again, moreover bashful that she’s considering him pretty in the first place. “Here,” He echoes her, stepping forward. She flushes harder, letting him tuck a stem behind her ear as he chases the wavy lock to her neck. His palm lingers over it for a moment, a vague longing passing over his eyes before he meets hers and pays her a charming smile. His hand falls back to his side, and her skin tingles beneath the collar of her armor, yearning for the contact, yet embarrassed for wanting it all the same. “Thanks,” She clears her throat, hearing their companions beginning to crest the ridge. Dread falls heavily over her mind as she meets his eyes, a rock sitting in her stomach. It’s too much to think about right now. But he doesn’t seem to notice, and she exhales the breath she’d been holding when they finally turn to meet them.  Everything’s… just fine.

Tagging my loves 💗 I miss you guys 🫂

@preciouslittlebhaalbae @verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @khywren @ladyduellist @elinorbard @justabiteofspite @roguishcat @pinkberrytea

WIP wednesday ~

happy wednesday, folks! big shoutout to @honeybee-bard, @nyx-knox, @xxnashiraxx, @verbenaa, @pinkberrytea for the tags; you all are wonderful and ily! ❤️❤️

no-pressure tags: @ladyduellist, @elinorbard, @shewhowas39, @kalmiaphlox, @atsadi-shenanigans

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