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StrixAmans

@strixamans / strixamans.tumblr.com

Mostly for fanfic purposes. Bird photos possible. My favorite band is Ten Inch Talons. We'll see how this goes. https://archiveofourown.org/users/StrixAmans pfp by @fartasticdurge <3

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Works on Ao3

Basically all Astarion x (fem)Tav/OC fanfic at this point. But that does include some poetry!

Completed longfic! 118k words, 34 chapters.

Written in her POV, the story of Strix, my half wood elf ranger/assassin OC, and Astarion. No on-screen sex in the first third, plenty after that.

Birds and bloody kisses, nature imagery and ecology tangents, and smut that occasionally devolves into poetry. Big, hedonistic feelings.

My first, and I think this one will always be close to my heart.

Astarion's poetry, in the Hunting Creatures canon.

Active multichapter/longform WIP (long novella/short novel length).

Modern AU, where is Strix gets jury duty for a civil trial with Justice Astarion Ancunín presiding. They start fucking on day 2.

Kinky sex, Les Fleur du Mal (Baudelaire), and sneaky writing about writing.

The author puts her liberal arts education and nerdy lawyer group chat to good use, to the end of writing porn. But it's porn that took on a life and emotional depth of its own, and has ultimately taken me by surprise (in a good way). I'm lowkey super proud of this one.

At the time of this post, I am almost done writing the penultimate chapter.

Active multichapter/longform WIP collab with VakarianSyndrome. I write Astarion, she writes her lovely OC, Adelaide.

Modern AU, in which Adelaide and Astarion work the closing shift as baristas at a coffee shop. And while this increasingly heated workplace flirtation might be just the thing to spice up the tedium of their day-to-day lives, it isn't all fun and games; because Adelaide might just have a stalker, who gets creepier and creepier with every passing day...

Inspired by this one time Vak and I watched a stream of Chilla Art's "Closing Shift.Gratuitous flirting, suspense, camp, (eventual) smut, and of course, Whippuccinos. Lots of fun.

Modern AU collab with FartasticDurge, on indefinite hiatus.

WIP Whenever

Thanks to the lovely @vividiana for the tag.

Written this morning, for something I hope will eventually see the light of day.

“You know, I used to think your good looks were a liability. People remember a pretty face. They pay attention. But now, I think I might have come around.” Jaheira starts to smirk. “Just look at what your pretty face brings in...” Her smirk deepens to one of those wry smiles, of the sort Strix knows all too well to precede a biting remark. But for a moment, all three remain silent, while the High Harper’s canny gaze shifts to Astarion. Then she says to him, “We are lucky, you and I. That our pretty friend is so besotted.” “Oh—” Strix begins to interrupt, rolling her eyes impatiently. But Jaheira only glances at her, looking back to Astarion, as she speaks. “She looks deep into your eyes, and says, ‘my darling, I would kill for you…’”  And while Strix shifts in her seat, and Astarion remains stoic, Jaheira continues, “Well, it seems that she will get her chance, after all. And as a consummate feminist, it is my dearest hope that you would return the favor…”  There it is again, that mordant smile. Jaheira adds, “Or at least do the dishes, every once in a while.” But Strix has had enough. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Jaheira!” she blurts out. “Are you done?!” “Relax, Owlet.” The older woman brushes her off. “I know how it is. For I, too, was once young and in love. If you can believe it.”

And since I just realized I also got a last line/ sneak peak tag from @nw39, here's another sneak peek of a future oneshot that is still very early stages, but that you can expect to see before the above (same universe, though)!

In which His Honor learns to love the great outdoors (shameless birder porn)...

“What, are you getting tired?” “Tired?” Astarion raises his eyebrows. “No. I’m in fabulous shape, if you hadn’t noticed,” he replies with mild indignation. She has, in fact. Her lips pucker, as she looks him up and down. “You just need a little pick-me-up?”

Ah okay, in Astarion's words, "let me give it another go!"🖤

I'll pick "The Vampire Lover" instead hehe

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heh so "The Vampire Lover" is what I call my collection of unpublished original poems that are all, in one way or a another, about writing fanfiction. Here's one called "Lust" that I wrote last summer.

I think it might be chic, to never leave the house and succumb,  to the madness of my fantasy. For my vampire’s love is not a wasting thing,  not for me; I am fertile as I’ve never been,  my body is strong, when there’s no one to look at it but him.  Just him, him and me. It’s like our little secret, how sexy I’ve become when I write and write and write, stay on the bike in my kitchen  until my sweat drips everywhere, balance on my arms, on my legs, and dance, dance for him, and for me. When I was younger, I dreamed of a writer’s madness—  I never thought it would be mine.  But what could be sexier than that mad act of bleeding? And now, I make jokes about working on my novel  that no one will read, that I couldn’t sell if I wanted to, if it was good.  About finding my way back to poetry through smut. And now, he looks at me, hungry when I dance for him, when I write for him, when his hand slides up between my thighs, while I type— and I can’t stop writing, like this, with his breath against my neck, what he murmurs to my ear. I can’t stop dancing, like this, blood-drunk and vital.

for the wip folder game: i'd send an ask for each one if i could because i'm curious about all of them lol but just for the sake of picking only ONE, i'll go with "Seven Secrets of Ascension"! 🖤

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I actually just made a post for that one here! So feel free to pick another, if you like 😘

hi!! for the wip folder game, I’m quite intrigued by "Certified Personal Accountant"

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hehe so this is a post-Jury Duty smutshot idea I had a few months ago that started, as so many of my ideas do, with a joke I made on Discord; specifically, about turning boring and tedious things into porn. And in this case, the boring, tedious thing in question is doing taxes.

The snippet below is all I have actually written. But the US tax deadline is looming, so...

“Any plans this weekend?” Astarion asks, gazing at her fondly. “A few chores, but nothing serious,” Strix answers with a coy shrug. Then, her face falls. “Ugh… I still need to do my taxes…” His brow rises, in an expression at once amused and incredulous. “You haven’t done your taxes yet?” “Of course not!” Strix replies indignantly. “The deadline isn’t until next week.” Then, as Astarion’s brow rises even higher, she has an idea.  A devious smirk takes her lips as she sits up and climbs on top of him, straddling his hips. “I could bring my taxes over here, and you could pretend to be my very sexy accountant, and…” But she watches his eyes narrow as she speaks—he isn’t buying it. And sure enough, when she trails off, he says, “It sounds like you want me to do your taxes for you, for free.” That is exactly what she wants. But, with a smile, she protests. “For free?! I never said you wouldn’t be compensated! In fact, I think I would reward you rather handsomely…” Laughing, Astarion rolls his eyes, as her hands glide up his chest. “Darling, please! As if I needed to do your taxes for you to get that. You practically throw it at me...” Strix lets her mouth fall open, reaching for a pillow to smack him with—although he manages to block it with his forearm, giggling all the while. And she giggles, too—then clears her throat, drops the pillow, and puts on her best coquettish pout. “Come on,” she urges him, batting her eyelashes. “It will be fun!” Astarion folds his hands behind his head, looking up at her with no shortage of skepticism—although it’s clear he finds the whole thing entertaining. “Are you really trying to persuade me that doing your taxes for you will be fun?!” “I can make it fun,” she says, her voice laden with suggestion. “Besides, you’re a judge! You must have a hard-on for bureaucracy…” He just raises his eyebrows, apparently unwilling to dignify that with a response. But she sees how his lips twitch. And finally, after a few more seconds of her kittenish pouting, and with another roll of his eyes, he relents. “Oh, alright! I’ll help you with your taxes. But I’m not doing them for you.”

I'm curious about "Seven Secrets of Ascension"

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Okay, this is a crack AU idea inspired by bizarre tumblr sponsored content; in which Astarion is a self-help "guru" (grifter) selling expensive video courses to the gullible masses about how you, too, can ascend—I mean, AASCEND (cc: @nocryptographer).

I kind of imagine this as largely taking place in conversations with the other origin characters, who are all concerned about the fact that their former companion has become a shameless, toxic scammer. So far, I think Gale is a struggling academic, and Shadowheart is a yoga influencer (whose wife Lae'zel probably owns a gym). They might attempt to stage an intervention at the end.

But all I have in the actual document is this (lol):

A - assert A - actualize S - sacrifice C - choose E - embody N - never settle D - dominate

Yeah... Gale is gonna nitpick the hell out of this stupid acronym, hehe. If I ever actually write it.

WIP Folder Game

Better late than never lmao- thanks, @nocryptographer!

And I did this one a few months ago, but I'll do it again. There have been a few additions, a few things completed, and a couple things that have not progressed at all.

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

  • Certified Personal Accountant
  • Fucking Your Friends
  • A Grand Revel
  • Seven Secrets of Ascension
  • The Owl Sings at Night (tbd)
  • Spring Devouring
  • I've Never Seen So Many Stars
  • The Vampire Lover

No idea who has or hasn't done this at this point, or how long ago, but here goes: @dramatiquechipmunk @alwaysmauria @arafel0194 @vividiana @preciouslittlebhaalbae @arzen9 @nw39 @dr-acula121

Final chapter of Jury Duty: The Flowers of Evil

Posted yesterday- what a wild ride... 🥲 Come and get it!

I'm not crying, you're crying. Excerpt below.

Astarion lets out a huff of laughter, rolling his eyes. “What are you talking about?!” She imitates one of his casual shrugs and drinks a little more coffee, setting her mug down on the bedside table while he goes on.  “All I said was, quite literally, ‘sounds like fun.’ How is that inviting myself?!” “It wasn’t what you said, so much as how you said it,” she replies innocently, resting her palms against his chest. “And how was that?” “Oh, I don’t know...” Her mouth twitches. “You were looking at me all… leading …” His incredulous snort breaks into a giggle. “Oh, really?! I was leading?!” And Strix stares him down with a teasing smile. “Your Honor, he’s being argumentative!” Astarion gasps dramatically. Her eyes flick to the side as his right hand lifts away from her body, but she returns her gaze to his face to wait with bated breath, biting back laughter, as he milks the anticipation for all it’s worth—raising his hand as slowly as possible, with a devious grin plastered on his face—before, in the blink of an eye, his palm returns to her ass with a resounding slap! “Overruled!” he declares. And while she squeals, he follows with a second smack. “Bad girl!” Srix collapses against his chest, cackling uncontrollably. “Oh, no! Are you going to hold me in contempt?!”  “I might have to,” a smug Astarion replies, fondling the flesh where he slapped her. Snickering, when she just can’t seem to stop laughing; “What in the nine hells has gotten into you?!” “You!” she gasps, then clears her throat in a feeble attempt to collect herself. “More than once, actually.” “Can’t argue with that…” Astarion giggles with her, too, before he drops his voice to a performative low growl. “And don’t think I’ve finished with you yet, my pet,” he says, jiggling her ass rather assertively. “I’m afraid that little hike of yours might be optimistic. In fact, you may not even be able to walk home…” “Is the court threatening me with a good time, Your Honor?” she purrs to his cheek, as best she can through her laughter. Then, she pulls back to see his riant eyes, as he looks into hers. Grinning, as she leans in to kiss him. It takes him a moment, but his answer does eventually come: a half-stifled, "Yes," as they kiss, and keep kissing; until the rumbles of thunder become loud enough that Strix gets up and carries her mug off to look out the window.

Photo by Jamie Francis

I'm a huge fan of your writing, just wondering if you'll be coming back to Closing Shift? Thank you for endless hours of entertainment

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Thank you so much, and yes! I know it took us forever to finish the chapter we posted last week, but VakarianSyndrome and I are actively working on the next one! We move slowly sometimes, but have no intentions of abandoning it 🫡

So glad you’re enjoying 💖

I really love all the poetry in your fic Jury Duty:The Flowers of Evil! It's made me want to start reading Baudelaire, is there a translation you would recommend?

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GREAT ASK!

So, as you may have caught in one of the end notes of Jury Duty, I've been using the 1954 William Aggeler translations which are available for free on https://fleursdumal.org/, with a few tweaks of my own. The choice of that particular translation is largely due to it's being what I consider the best available option on that website; as it's nice to use a translation that readers can access for free, and also, I'm lazy. And I can read/infer enough French to say that Aggeler's translation is pretty literal.

But! Your ask made me self-conscious about the fact that I really haven't put any effort into exploring other translations, and I was like, shit... I should do that (seriously, thank you!). So, after doing a little research, I just ordered a copy of the edition published by New Directions in 1989, which is sort of compendium of what they considered to be the best available translation of each individual poem at the time; and also, a new translation by Nathan Brown, published by Verso. Will report back!

It's worth noting that Baudelaire's original poems in French have rhyming that some English translations attempt to preserve/mimic, but I personally prefer translations that prioritize imagery/feeling/syntax over rhyming that usually can't be replicated in a way that does justice to the original poem.

And finally, as somewhat of an aside, I did also manage to figure out that the translation I read in college was the one by James McGowan, published by Oxford World's Classics.

Anyway, here's the cover of the New Directions Edition I ordered:

And here's the Nathan Brown translation:

20 Questions: Writing Edition

How many works do you have on ao3?

8 so far

What’s your total ao3 word count? 291,622 including several co-written works, so not all those words are mine. My personal count is probably closer to 240k?

What are your top five fics by kudos?

  1. Hunting Creatures
  2. Fangs for the Memories
  3. Jury Duty: The Flowers of Evil
  4. Closing Shift
  5. Refusal

What fandoms do you write for?

Baldur's Gate 3

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Sometimes it takes me a while, though. But I really love and appreciate hearing from people, so I do make a point of acknowledging that.

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Refusal

Do you get hate on fics?

Hasn't happened yet.

Do you write smut?

Oh yeah I do. Lots.

The only thing I have on Ao3 that isn't rated E for sex is The Vampire's Verses (Astarion's poetry collection, rated M), and that still gets rather sexy at times.

Do you write crossovers?

Nope

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Yes!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Strixstarion, if that wasn't obvious (Strix, my female OC, and Astarion)

What’s the wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Fangs for the Memories

What are your writing strengths?

Physicality, sensation, emotional nuance, imagery. I think I'm thoughtful and imaginative, in language use and larger story concepts.

Smut.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I could be more disciplined about editing/final read-throughs. I don't think this bites me too hard, because I write pretty methodically in the first place (I seem to be incapable of doing the whole "throw the words down first, go back through them later" thing- have always struggled with timed writing, for that reason). But I definitely find unnecessarily awkward sentences and paragraphs in stuff I've published, that presumably could have been fixed or improved had I not been rushing through a final read-through/revision run with zero remaining brain cells and executive function.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

In general? idk... if it works and makes sense, then it works and makes sense. Hasn't come up for me personally.

First fandom you wrote for?

Baldur's Gate 3

Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Don't make me choose between Hunting Creatures and Jury Duty.

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WIP Sunday

Thanks, @dramatiquechipmunk! That was a very exciting snippet ❤️‍🔥

Here's another one from the upcoming final chapter of Jury Duty: The Flowers of Evil. I should actually finish it this week. It isn't even long! lol 🥲

Anyway, the language gets *more* NSFW after the break. But there are no explicit references to naughty bits before, so it's fine. Right? Right.

Astarion exhales, with an audible delight for his discovery. “So wet for me already, and you’ve only just woken up,” he whispers to her ear—nipping at it, kissing it a little. “Don’t tell me you’ve been dreaming of me, too…” Her quiet, throaty giggle is interrupted with a small moan, as he traces the tender contours, following the crease. She shifts her top leg forward, giving him room. “I think I might still be dreaming, now…” “Well, I’ll try not to wake you, then,” he croons. Stroking her, featherlight, front to back. “Little love…” Strix takes a long, measured breath, steadying herself against the thrill of his touch. Almost lackadaisical, it is; front, to back. She keeps her eyes shut, holding still—until, with the soft, smacking sound of parting lips, his fingers press so slowly up, into her.
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Now because of you I can't stop thinking of how good Gale's ass would surely look in those 70s pants 🫣

*Glances around.*

*silently slides this across the table.*

I think as a society we need to bring back bell bottoms for men.

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