~ wip whenever ♥

tagged by the super talented @katsigian and, as always, i'm swimming in half-baked projects, so here's some of them.

baldur's gate 3 and especially maleane have such a tight hold on my mind that pretty much everything i'm working on is related to them.

currently so so so deep into my lil spawn!maleane story that i keep getting possessed and writing very random bits for it and this was the last thing i put down:

Perhaps it would be a small kindness to pluck this little girl from the streets, prevent someone with more malice in their marrow from harming her. She’d be spared all the pain, and misery, and hunger. Hunger. A hot pang pulsed through Maleane’s core, its teeth dull and aching, yet always gnawing, chewing on the flesh underneath her rib cage. Yes, hunger. The greatest motivator of them all. Maybe if she drank enough of that rich young blood, drained the poor child to the point of exsanguination, maybe then, for a brief moment, Mal could know relief. “Spare a coin, ma’am?” The girl said, weakly, as soon as the spawn approached her. There was a brief moment of hesitation, the sight of the youth’s face turning Maleane’s insides upside down. She was such a pitiful thing, small and shriveled, the roughspun linen of her dress swallowing whatever little flesh she had clinging to her bones. There was no life, not a single spark of hope in her eyes, only the pleading expression painted sadly across her face akin to that of a newborn calf with three eyes, unknowingly pleading to be slaughtered. Even if Mal gave her a coin, or two, or a dozen, what could it truly buy her? A warm meal? Perhaps some safety for a short time? It was more likely that someone else, stronger, with enough fight to survive in their bones, would snatch the coin from the child’s hand before she could ever use it.

2. i am still coming back to that one hurt/comfort malstarion fic that i mentioned in my previous wip whenever, and i really hope i can finish it sometime soon!

It was the sudden pounding in his head that yanked the vampire out of his slumber. Soon, the familiar gnawing deep inside the pallid waist joined the cacophony, pulling at his thoughts, tearing any promise of dreams into bloody shreds. The hunger, so raw and feral, it scratched and clawed its way up the walls of his chest, with talons like needles piercing the roof of the spawn’s mouth, reaching for the brain. Astarion had to feed. Yet, drinking Maleane’s blood was not an option, so out he stumbled, into the busy night. He sank his teeth into a heap of suffocating fur, gnawing, tearing, ripping the skin away from the flesh until hot blood filled his mouth. The red spurted out of the open wound in waves, the beast’s heart struggling with its last desperate convulsions as life slipped out into the night air, never to return.

it's funny how both of these are about hunger fsdsfsdf maybe i need a snackie

3. and to take a break from all the angst and tragedy, i'm indulging in some goofy lil AUs. @euryalex reminded me about my long-forgotten modern AU and encouraged me to just go with the flow and have silly fun with it.. so, yeah!

With every word leaving her mouth, the woman leaned closer, her hand now fully settled on his thigh. She lingered dangerously close, neck stretched upwards to make up for the difference in their height, lips curled into a half-smile that promised nothing virtuous. What a delightful brat, he thought, teasing and tormenting him with a good time while he was trying to do his job. Before she could coax a response out of him, her already waning patience chipped even further and her delicate hand soon slid up to the buckle of his belt. “Mal, we have to prep you for the stand.” He couldn’t believe the words leaving his mouth. Somehow, the side of his brain invested in his professional obligations was still winning, despite the pang of arousal stirring where her hand was touching him. “Or you could prep me for other things,” Malene replied with another attempt to steer him away from the task. If only he didn’t need to hold back, what lessons he’d be teaching her right at that moment, on that very same table. The thought of the things he would do to her alone was almost enough to make him abandon the last remaining bits of decency and duty. Astarion wanted her. And she knew it.

4. and then besides writing and finding words and putting them together into sentences i'm fucking around in photoshop and editing all the screenshots that i'd spend hours taking

aaaand now it's time to poke my creative mutuals to share your wips with the world (and me, mostly me): @ruinbringer @euryalex @everlong1997 @kelemvorr @arduath @dameayliins @vinghen-tmblr @alistairs @dameaylin @voerman @rigaudon @jerichoes @elizascarlets @onewingedangels @miyku @kiaransalee @vspin @baldurians @roarmoreau @minthara @avallachs