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𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕: 𝑨 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝑶𝟑 𝑺𝒌𝒊𝒏 🍓

​I’ve heard a rumor online that sometimes supermarket strawberries look beautiful but aren't very sweet. Is that true where you live? 🍓

​Anyway, I hope this skin brings 100% strawberry sweetness to your AO3! For this update, I also made custom bookmark icons. I think they look like cute little stamps on the work page! Go ahead and give your favorite fics a special strawberry seal of approval! 🧺✨ Hope you like it!

​🛠️ Installation Guide

​I have uploaded the codes to my GitHub. You will find two files there:

​🍓base: This file contains the foundation code (Base Code).

​🍓🧺✨: This file contains the strawberry color theme code (Theme Code).

​Here is how to use them:

​Step 1: Create the Base Skin

​Open the 🍓base file on my GitHub and copy all the code.

​On AO3, create a new site skin. (You can name it whatever you like, as AO3 skin names must be unique for everyone).

​Paste the copied code into the CSS box.

​Scroll down to the "Advanced" section and check the box for "Parent Only".

​Click "Submit" to save.

​Step 2: Create the Color Theme Skin

​Open the 🍓🧺✨ file on my GitHub and copy all the code.

​On AO3, create another new site skin (again, name it whatever you prefer).

​Paste the copied code into the CSS box.

​Scroll down to the "Advanced" section again.

​Find "Parent Skins" and click the "Add parent skin" button.

​In the input field that appears, search for the exact name you gave to your Base Skin in Step 1, and select it.

​Click "Submit" to save and apply.

​⚠️ Important Note:

If you are using Google Chrome and encounter issues adding the parent skin (e.g., the search box doesn't respond), please try switching to a different browser, such as Microsoft Edge, to complete this step.

​📝 Notes:

​English is not my first language, so please forgive any awkward phrasing or errors in my explanation.

​The image materials used to build this skin were found online. This is a completely free, passion project meant for sharing, and will never be used for any profit.

​The fanfictions shown in the preview images belong entirely to their respective amazing authors. I only used them to demonstrate the skin layout.

GitHub - lovewithless/-100-Sweet-A-Strawberry-Themed-AO3-Skin

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[curiousaur]

this is what happens when tav is away

[litsen-lithenna-archives]

I'll never get over Drunkstarion ( *︾▽︾)

[currently-evil]

I keep thinking about Astarion being for the first time in his life free to feed as he pleases. Astarion getting finally a chance to learn nuances of vampire feeding, Him experiencing high and lows of learning new ability. Just imagine:

Astarion getting so confident he bites somebody/something with skin so tough he wasn't really able to bite through it, instead of meal getting teeth ache. Him slouching behind, while you travel, pouting because “Have you ever tried to bite with all your force a rock?? No?? Then darling, you have no idea what pain this is >:c “ touching his teeth and hissing then suddenly exclaiming panicking “They are not crooked, are they? My fangs are still straight, right? I can't look into the mirror, you have to look and tell me they are still perfect!”

Astarion getting full for the first time. Full maybe even overfed. For once being the one with the flushed cheeks instead of Tav.

Astarion biting Karlach when he gets confused in the battle, burning his whole mouth. Just imagine him in the camp sitting beside the fire, with a big lump of ice, Gale magicked for him, stuck in his mouth. Him miserably demanding the next one when it melts, ignoring the rest of the team snickering when his words come out with lisp because of his burned tongue.

Astarion for the first time in his life not being hungry. Not starving. Not having just enough blood to function, but definitely not enough to stand up to his master. No no. Him being… well fed. For the first time. For the first time not having to smile and put up a happy facade through, the aches of his body withering without blood. For the first time feeling… good. Not for a moment just because his master decided to be benevolent. No. Because Astarion himself could decide about that for the first time.

Honestly just Astarion having for the first time body autonomy.

Astarion drinking for the first time blood of somebody drunk and discovering oh! Alcohol in blood hits completely different! Him not even realizing his limits are completely different when it comes to this and then having the unpleasantness of stumbling drunk to the camp, loud enough that he unfortunately alerts everybody to his state. Gale and Shadowheart laughing softly at him. Lae’zel rolling her eyes with scoff. Karlach saving his skin when he almost trips into fire. Until finally he stumbles at Tav. Them trying to help him lay down, Astarion demanding them not leave him with the almost sincere pout. Tav finally giving up, letting Astarion sleep with his head on their lap.

Having similar experience when it comes to drugs in his victim's bloodstream. Team friendly mocking him, but making sure he is ok at the same time.

Astarion having first blood Hangover. Unpleasant enough that he makes sure nobody has a good day.

Astarion for the first time in his undead life learning his own limits and needs. What amount of blood makes him feel good, what amount makes him feel overeaten. What is too low what is too much. 

[aoelustious]

Snippet of Vampire AU bc i'm too lazy to post the full chapter 💔

Hamilton drinks like he hasn’t fed in a month (which, frankly, is not far from the truth.)

It’s not elegant. It’s not suave. He’s not doing the thing with the wrist and the controlled draw and the eyelids fluttering closed like some old aristocrat from a Gothic novel. He’s collapsed half on top of Burr, knees folded, head lolling sideways as he latches onto Burr’s wrist with barely enough motor control to swallow properly.

The suction is frantic. He makes a noise like a drowned cat and gulps again. Then again.

Then—

HIC

Burr frowns.

Looks down at him. “Did you just—?”

Another hiccup. Wet. Mewling. The third one comes with a thin string of blood-dribble running down his chin.

“You are joking,” Burr says flatly. “You’re actually—hiccupping?”

Hamilton doesn’t respond. He just groans against Burr’s arm and tries to keep sucking, breath hitching every time the hiccups interrupt. His eyelashes are clumped together with tears and sweat. His nose brushes Burr’s coat, smearing something—blood? tears?—on the fabric.

Then comes the real problem: he starts to spasm, the hiccupping mid-feed almost cause him to choke on it.

Burr yanks his wrist away instantly. Hamilton lets out a high, offended whine and tries to follow it.

“No. Absolutely not. You’ll aspirate and I’ll be written up for negligent vampiric manslaughter,” Burr mutters.

Hamilton hiccups again. And burps.

“Oh my God,” Burr says aloud.

It’s not a proper belch, not a grown-man belch. It’s a tiny milk-drunk baby burp, soft and gurgling and miserable. His stomach gurgles right after it, like it's complaining. And Burr—utterly horrified—realizes what he has to do.

“Alexander,” he says. “I cannot believe I’m about to—”

He shifts. Hoists Hamilton up into his arms more securely. Tilts him against his shoulder. One hand supports the back of Hamilton’s head, the other presses gently against his back.

And then Burr burps him.

Like a baby.

Like an overfed Victorian infant.

He pats lightly—pat pat pat—and Hamilton lets out another weak hiccup, then a thicker, wet burp. His whole body seems to sigh. His arms go limp around Burr’s neck.

“…Better?” Burr mutters, like he wants to die.

Hamilton mumbles something. Burr thinks it might be “warm.”

“You drank too fast,” Burr says, scolding despite himself. “You didn’t pace. You—hic!—goddammit, don’t start again.”

But Hamilton only hums, semi-conscious and content, cheek mashed against Burr’s collarbone. He is covered in blood. He smells like burnt iron and desperation. He is utterly shameless. Burr is still holding him.

And the worst part?

He does not move. He keeps patting. Just in case.

[unusual-suspects]

x

[bluebells-and-dragonflies]

Imagine Astarion with ears so sensitive that he's never willingly allowed anyone to touch them except for you. Imagine laying next to him in your bed, facing him, lifting your hand up slowly for that first touch. His eyes on yours, the rapidity of the breath he doesn't need to take, but still does reflexively. Seeing that he's nervous, but that he's trusting you, feeling his shaking hand come to rest on your waist. The audible sound he makes- half a moan, half a gasp- when you finally brush your thumb over the soft skin at the tip of his ear.

You trace the long shell of his ear and watch his pretty eyes, deep red like velvet in the moonlight, flutter shut. He says your name softly, as close as you've ever heard him to prayer. You pinch his earlobe gently, and his hips roll forward involuntarily, the jut of his hipbone pressing against your thigh as he makes himself still. Heat flares low in your belly, but you tamp it down as quickly as possible- likewise, Astarion makes himself still against you. This isn't sex and won't become sex, you'd promised each other (though that's not to say that you won't explore this thoroughly during one of your hours-long lovemaking sessions. He is all about experimentation these days, after all).

You lay there, touching him in his most vulnerable place, with reverence and grace and occasionally disbelief that you could be here at all with this beautiful, horrible, ridiculous and wonderful man, that you could be trusted so completely. You take in his every shuddering breath, the flexing of his fingers in your shirt, the softness of his mouth when he presses his lips to yours and tells you he loves you. If you have your way, if he has his, if somehow your utterly insane lives hold together for a year or a decade or ten, it will always be like this.

[rivendell-poet]

Response (continuation) to this request

*･༓˚✧ ❝𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « trick-or-treat »

GN!Reader | Wordcount : 117 words | TWs : Implications to Astarion's past

“I’m asexual.”

For a moment, you see a little sparkle appear in Astarion’s eyes and dance around, before he quickly schools his expression into neutrality. “Are you sure darling? Not that you can’t be - of coure. Just… I wouldn’t want you to give up something just because of me. Not when I can-”

“Astarion.” Gently, you interrupt him. “I’m sure. And it’s not because of you.”

“Well then.” A grin appears on his face, “I will say that I’m pleasantly surprised. Although I suppose now I’ll have to wax more poetry about how lovely your personality and looks rather than trying to bed you. But seeing as it’s you, dearest, I doubt that will be a hardship.”

A/N : First bg3 fic on this account! So nice to put this fandom on here, and hopefully people will enjoy! Thanks so much for requesting this, and hopefully you liked it. Have a great day/night <3

« masterlist » thank you for reading *･༓˚✧ Taglist : @bespectacledhuman / @raikan624 / @killermarionette✧ wish to be tagged?

[bookished]

( another collection of ROMANTASY drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.

"You're the poison I drank willingly… and now I don’t want the cure."

"If loving you means starting a war with the gods, then someone better hand me a sword."

"I’ve kissed your shadow more times than I’ve had the courage to touch you."

"They warned me your kind doesn't love like humans. So why do I feel like I matter to you?"

"I know I’m drunk, but tell me anyway—do you ever think about us?"

"Maybe I wasn’t meant for happy endings, but gods, I wanted one with you."

"I was supposed to betray you. That was the whole plan. Then you kissed me."

"You saved me. Not with magic. With your stupid, beautiful heart."

"If this is a dream, let me stay here just a little longer."

"I don't want to wake up tomorrow and pretend I don't want you."

"Even if the veil between realms shatters, I’ll still find you."

"You’re the last piece of the prophecy… and the only one I don’t want to lose."

"I drank truthwine, so I can't lie. So listen closely: I want you. Gods help me, I want you."

"Everyone thinks I'm the hero. But you? You're the only one who makes me feel human."

"They say a fae can’t fall in love. But if this isn’t love, then tell me what else it could be."

"You want to know why I act weird around you? It’s because I know exactly what your lips would taste like."

"I’ve watched you fall asleep by the fire every night and pretended I didn’t wish it was my arms you fell into."

"I only drink when you're near. Because it's the only way I can stop myself from telling you everything."

"You're in every damn dream I have. Even the ones that end in fire."

"You’re drunk. I know. But if you ask me to stay, I will. And I won’t pretend anymore."

"Tell me this means nothing and I’ll walk away. But if you feel even half of what I do… just say it."

[anotherfanficsblog]

"EDDiiee!" Buck whined, pressing his face to the cool wood. "Your door is broken... Lemmein."

The brunette stumbled forward slightly when the door swung open.

A sleepy and confused Eddie looked at Buck.

He was wearing -that- tank top.

Nice.

Buck physically shook his head, trying to straighten out his drunken thoughts and to force himself to stop staring at his bestie's well sculpted arms.

"It's 3 in the morning." Eddie sighed, crossing his arms.

He didn't sound mad.

And that's good.

Mad Eddie would make Buck cry right now.

"I know, listen...I- I wanted to sneak in and just curl up on the couch, but your door hates me." Buck whispered the last part, giving the piece of wood a glare. "I tried my key and -everything-..." He held up said key.

Eddie took a quick look and scoffed, amusement clear on his face. "That's the key to your house." He stepped to the side, grabbing Buck by the arm to guide him safely inside. "Which brings up my next question... Why not go there?"

Buck stared at the key like it betrayed him.

It was to his house.

Damn.

"You're not there." He answered without thinking. "Neither is Chris. It's lonely."

"Oh, we wouldn't want that, huh?" Eddie replied with another kissable smile.

Buck should totally do that.

Kiss him.

Wait, his brain is sending alarm bells. Like he -shouldn't do that?

But why not? Trying to think about it was making him nauseous.

Ugh, fine, he wouldn't.

For now.

"We would not, good sir." He eventually replied with his own grin.

Another stumble.

"Everythingis better when I have you two close...And the couch is the best couch ever."

"Ditto. Maybe not about the couch..." Eddie's voice was so warm.

He loved it.

"I love you." It took Buck a second to realize that what he meant as a thought had actually left his lips.

There were those alarms again.

Eddie looked at him, his eyes going wide for a moment before they melted into a look of pure adoration. Maybe he thought Buck wouldn't remember, but there was NO way he'd forget that look.

"Ditto." He repeated, reaching up to cup his cheek and carefully plant a soft kiss to the other. "You make it impossible not to."

"So...does this mean I can sleep in your bed?"

The question made Eddie laugh, and Buck drunk it up.

"I think the couch would be better for tonight."

"Aw, but the couch sucks!"

"I thought it was "the best"?" Eddie called his lie.

"Well -not- when your bed issa option!" He defended. It got another laugh.

That was more than worth it.

"How about this?" Eddie started and Buck locked in. Well, as best he could.

"Couch tonight and, after a long conversation, my bed for -every- other night?"

Buck gave a sigh, like he actually had to think about it. "I -guess-... So, you'll just sleep on the couch with me tonight??" He asked, grabbing Eddie by the waist to pull him closer.

Again, another laugh.

Wonderful.

He was gently pushed away.

Not so wonderful.

"I'll bring you a blanket then see you in the morning." Eddie's voice was kind, but final and Buck made an exaggerated wounded look before clumsily making his way to the sofa.

"Fiiine."

[wolvietxt]

drunken confessions prompt list

when too much alcohol loosens their tongue

🌀 leaning heavily on your shoulder, they slur, “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you,” and you freeze, unsure if they mean it or if it’s just the alcohol talking.

🌀 they’re giggling uncontrollably, cheeks flushed, when they suddenly blurt out, “you know, you’re the only person who makes me this happy.” the laughter fades, replaced by an earnest gaze that’s hard to dismiss.

🌀 stumbling over their words, they confess with a shy grin, “i think about you all the time.” their eyes widen like they didn’t mean to say that out loud, but there’s no taking it back now.

🌀 sitting together in the dim light of the bar, they lean in close and whisper, “i’ve been in love with you for ages.” you almost laugh it off, until you see the serious look in their eyes, even through the haze of alcohol.

🌀 drunkenly grabbing your hand and holding it against their chest, they mumble, “my heart always does this around you, you know.” you can feel the unsteady rhythm beneath your fingertips.

🌀 they’re rambling on about nothing in particular when, out of nowhere, they look at you and say, “i would give up anything just to see you smile every day.” it catches you so off guard that you don’t know how to respond.

🌀 as you’re helping them get home, they rest their head on your shoulder and murmur, “i’m not drunk enough to lie about loving you.” the words are soft and slurred, but the sincerity in their tone is unmistakable.

🌀 they keep repeating your name over and over, like they’re savoring the sound, before letting out a dreamy sigh and admitting, “i wish you knew how much i care.”

🌀 after a few too many drinks, they look at you with bleary eyes and say, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” there’s a hint of desperation in their voice, like they’ve been holding onto that truth for too long.

🌀 as they sway slightly on their feet, they confess, “i’d do anything for you.” you laugh and brush it off, but they shake their head stubbornly, grabbing your hand to make sure you’re listening.

🌀 they stumble closer, eyes half-lidded and voice soft, saying, “you’re the only person who’s ever made me feel like this.” their fingers graze your arm, like they need the contact to stay grounded.

🌀 leaning in a little too close, they confess with a shaky laugh, “i don’t want you to ever be with anyone else.” the words come out rushed, like they’ve been bottled up for far too long.

🌀 slurring slightly, they admit, “i thought i could get over you.” there’s a hint of sadness in their gaze as they meet your eyes, like they’re realizing the truth for the first time.

🌀 as they’re drifting off on the couch, they grab your hand and mumble, “promise me you’ll stay.” their grip tightens slightly, like they’re afraid you’ll let go if they don’t hold on.

[kamy2425]

Describe ALL fanfics of this ship in one image:

[pianokantzart]

I love you Luigi I hope you never ever stop being the world’s shittiest liar under pressure

[wolfiee10]

SFW Alphabet Template

Author's note: I know there's a few template already but I wanted to make my own since I change a few things. Feel free to use this. No need to give credits but I would appreciate it if you do. Also you can find it in picture form the template if you don't wanna copy the text you can just download it.

A - Admiration (What do they adore about you? What do they like about you the most - physical trait - ?)

B - Being Apart (How they handle being apart from you? How much they would miss you?)

C - Cuddling (Do they like to cuddle? How they would cuddle?)

D - Dates (How often do they take you on dates? How an ideal date would look like with them?)

E - Emotions (Is it hard for them to talk about how they feel? How they show their emotions/feelings?)

F - Family (Do they want to get married and have kids? How quick they would propose? How many kids they would want?)

G - Gifts (Do they prefer giving or receiving gifts? What kind of gifts they would prefer - handmade or store-bought - giving?)

H - Hugs/hand holding (Do they like hugs and holding hands? How they would hug you and how they would hold your hand?)

I - "I love you" (Do they say it first? How often they say it?)

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How they would act when they are jealous?)

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where they like to kiss you and where they like to be kissed?)

L - Love language (What's their love language? How they show their love?)

M - Mornings (What're they like in the mornings? Do they wake up early or late?)

N - Nights (Do they stay up late at night? How are nights spent with them?)

O - Overprotective (How protective they are? What they would do to protect you?)

P - PDA (How comfortable they are with PDA?)

Q - Quiet moments (Do they like quiet moments? What silence feels like to them?)

R - Reassurance (How they would reassure you when you need it? How often do they get insecure and need reassurance from you?)

S - Support (Do they support you in everything? How they would show their support?)

T - Trust (How much they trust you? Is it easy to earn/lose their trust?)

U - Understanding (How understanding they are? Do they feel understood?)

V - Vulnerablility (How they feel about being vulnerable in front of you? Do theyet their guard down in front of you often?)

W - Worries (Are they worried if you're running late? How worried they get when they don't hear from you for a long time?)

X - eXpectations (How much they expect from you? What do they expect from you?)

Y - Yearning (What do they do when they miss you? Do they crave to be with you?)

Z - Zzz (Do they fall asleep easily? What are their sleeping habits - they snore, they like to cuddle - ?)

[vividly-vermillion]

✴︎ SFW ALPHABET TEMPLATE

Feel free to cherry pick prompts or use it in its entirety ♥️

A | Affection: How do they show love? Are they touchy, verbal, or more subtle?

B | Butterflies: How did they behave around their partner when they first fell in love? How did they confess their feelings?

C | Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How do they hold their partner / like to be held?

D | Domestic: What is Domestic life with them like? Do they take over chores?

E | Ending: How would they break up with their partner?

F | Flaws: How do they handle their own / their partners flaws?

G | Gestures: How do they express their love? What are their Love languages?

H | Honesty: How honest are they with their partner - even when it's hard?

I | I love you: Who said it first? How often do they say it? Do they show it without words?

J | Jealousy: Do they get jealous? How do they handle insecurity or attention?

K | Kindness: How do they show tenderness and care, especially on hard days?

L | Loyalty: Are they loyal? What does loyalty for them look like?

M | Milestones: What are meaningful “firsts” to them? Or are there any meaningful moments they got to share with their partner?

N | Nicknames: Do they call their partner petnames? What Nicknames (petnames) do they give their partner?

O | Open: How open are they with their partner? Do they share everything with them or are they more reserved?

P | Protection: How protective are they? How do they protect their partner / would like to be protected?

Q | Quiet moments: How are they during quiet moments with their partner? Is it a peaceful silence or do they make it awkward somehow?

R | Romance: How do they keep the Romance alive in the relationship? Big gestures or small surprises?

S | Smooches: What are they kisses like? Where do they kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?

T | Trust: How do they build trust in the relationship? How important is it to them?

U | Unwinding: How do they like to relax with their partner? How can their partner help them relax after a hard day?

V | Vision: What is their vision of their shared future? Will they two buy a house and grow old together?

W | Wholesome habits: What habits did they pick up from you? What habits did you pick up from them?

X | eXes: Do they talk about their past relationships? How do they handle the knowledge of their partners' exes?

Y | Yearning: Who misses the other the most? Can they be away from their partner for long?

Z | Zzz: What are their sleep habits like as a couple? Do they cuddle, sprawl, fall asleep mid-conversation?

[whumpusgumpus]

Shout out to men w dainty sneezes‼️ but yeah Alucard def would have a dainty small snz that he’d be overly polite about excusing. Definitely a soft velvety “pardon me” before each sneeze, after if it catches him off guard. (Ok Ik it’s unlikely that he’d sneeze but LEAVE ME ALOEEJENEK Maybe he sniffed up some garlic lmao)

[whooooomp]

hear me out you should put your whumpee in solitary confinement. the longer the better. make the room pitch black too. no forms of stimulation other than whumpee talking to themself, pacing the room, and scraping at the walls

maybe theyre visited by someone once in a while (bringing them food, or maybe just there to torment whumpee more). At some point whumpee would become so desperate for any human contact that they would start begging this person to stay, to talk with them, just do anything please, they'll take anything

think about all the long-lasting issues that would stem from this too. the fear of dark. the claustrophobia. the fear of Any enclosed spaces (put that guy in a cave-in Now). the fear of being alone and forgotten. the constant need to be around people, to talk, to always fill up the silence, even if it makes them the "obnoxious one"