Ophelia

Once I was the great hope for a dynasty

[aroseamongdaisies]

Academy Daze Master List

~ An Astarion x Tav Alternative Universe Fic ~

Divider By: @echoechowhiskey

Freshmen Year: ~ Autumn 1247 ~ ⚜ Chapter One ⚜ Chapter Two ⚜ Chapter Three ⚜ Chapter Four ⚜ Chapter Five ⚜ Chapter Six ⚜ Chapter Seven ⚜ Chapter Eight ⚜ Chapter Nine

[lesb0]

I looove having 0 children and sleeping alone in my quiet clean cool apartment and going to concerts and festivals and shopping for new cute clothes and watching TV

[eden-writes-stuff]

Hamlet adaptation where Horatio puts on a brave face while Hamlet is dying and then whispers his 'good night, sweet prince' and when Hamlet closes his eyes he just screams and starts wheeping

[the-semicolonoscopy]

It’s Pride Month Eve, so leave out some milk for Freddie Mercury and his cats.

[goodhairanddespair]

we need to bring back the 80s style crop tops and shorts for men. i need it to be popular again. slut the men out like johnny depp in nightmare on elm street. slut them out.

[tenephre]

[lipstickhamlet]

guys i can't do this anymore. i have to speak my truth. hamlet is not the emo goth kid lounging around in hot topic clothes and laertes is not the varsity jacket-wearing jock. it's the other way around. before the events of the play, hamlet was very much a jock (4.7.111-114), enough so that his lack of exercise is noticeable (2.2.319-320) and was well-liked and popular by the common people (4.7.20-24). polonius implies to reynaldo that laertes is in france to study music specifically (2.1.81). laertes is easily agitated, provoked, and sensitive, which is arguably more likely to be a pre-existing condition of teenage angst hot topic-ism than hamlet's legitimate grief (open your eyes and look). i can't stress enough that hamlet's transformation into the person we see in the play is so jarring from his real self that he almost isn't the same person anymore, and laertes has similarly been pushed to be the volatile, violent person he is by his circumstances. hamlet is literally the popular athletic golden boy and laertes is, like, the kid lugging around a huge cello case every day to and from school who gets high as fuck behind the bleachers and picks fights with anyone who says anything about his sister

[yohjimuse]

me

[goth-queen]

[milanesa42]

“The employees need a larger salary” “hmmmm large celery”

[ravioliet]

god's weakest soldier is scrolling tumblr instead of being productive or participating in any of their hobbies

[thundergrace]

The only way to talk to these people.

[one-time-i-dreamt]

PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT

[neverwonderneverremember]

sleep is stolen time. don't let them take it from you anymore. tonight. we are staying up. til one billion o clock.

[bunniope]

full-force slamming my cock into a cliff face that ive painted to resemble a pussy after watching the roadrunner fuck it with ease

[yosaplyop-deactivated20230729]

That enough Tumblr for today

[bunniope]

log back on and read my post you son of a bitch

[aroseamongdaisies]

Academy Daze - Chapter 9

~ An Alternative Universe Astarion x Tav Fic ~

Supporters: @a-cicadas-a @princessconsort @hauntednemesisorchestra @satanticspinosaurus @whootboot @northstar-legolas3

Divider by: @echoechowhiskey

Chapter Eight can be found here Masterlist can be found here

The rain continues into the week, the sound of it pattering against glass echoes softly through the library. You and Astarion are curled up on a couch, a book on inheritance law open in your arms. Astarion’s arm is draped over your shoulder, his finger tracing idle patterns on your arm as you scan the pages.

“This is all so… tedious. And outdated,” you say. “When was this published?” 

“Sometime in the last century at least,” he replies. “Daughters have been able to inherit for at least five decades now. And now, you’re blazing a new path for all the daughters to come.”

You look at him, “Me?”

He nods, “You’re in the law program, Fae. The first young lady to not only pass the entrance exam, but to actually be accepted.”

“But how much of that is merit, and how much of it is being a Mavros?”

His expression softens and his arm tightens around you, “Your family name isn’t why you passed that exam, Faera.”

“No, but it’s why I was able to study for that exam and receive a comprehensive education in the first place.”

“That is true,” he agrees, “But you are the spark, Fae. And you are going to start a wildfire of progress. I just know it.”

You smile, leaning against him, “Flatterer.” 

“Only for you, sweet Faera. Only for you.”

You close the book, setting it down on the table in front of you, “Come on, it’s too warm in here. I’m getting a headache.” 

“Have you eaten today?”

“Not since breakfast, and even then I only had some toast.”

“Faera. That’s why you have a headache,” he stands, pulling you with him. “Come on, we’ll go to the Copper Calduron. I’ll buy you some honeyed date rolls and coffee.”

You smile up at him, “Ever the gentleman.”

“I do have an image to uphold,” he teases, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “A lady should never have to pay for her own meal.”

“You spoil me.”

“Good.”

He leads you out into the crisp autumn air, the stifling heat of the library quickly forgotten behind you.

The storm worsens as the sun sets, thunder rolling and lightning illuminating the sky. You and Astarion are dripping as you enter his dorm room. You lean against the wall, pushing your hair from your face. 

“By the Hells,” Astarion states, pulling his tunic off. “I’m soaked.”

Your cheeks flush as you take in the lean muscles of his chest, admiring how his skin seems to shine in the dim light. He drapes his tunic over the chair at his desk before turning his attention back to you.

“Gods Fae, you must be freezing,” he says, noticing the flush in your cheeks. “Here let me find you something to put on,” he moves to his wardrobe, pulling out a pair of cotton pants and matching tunic. 

“R-Right. The cold. Thank you,” you reply, taking the clothes from him.”I uh - You should probably change too.”

“Right,” he turns back to the wardrobe.

You nod, turning you back to him as you peel your wet clothes off. You drop them in a pile on the floor as you change, your fingers trembling at the tunic’s laces as your thoughts remain on Astarion’s bare chest.You shake your head, clearing your thoughts.

“All changed?” He asks after a moment. 

“All changed,” you reply, turning back to face him.

“Come on, sweet Faera. Let’s get you warmed up,” he catches your hand, pulling you close.

You lean your weight into him, closing your eyes, “We should get some sleep. We have class in the morning.”

“Always so practical,” he teases, leading you towards his bed. 

“I’d rather not have detention because we fell asleep during Hollowfern’s lecture,” you laugh. 

“That would cut into our free time, wouldn’t it?” 

“Absolutely it would,” you confirm, pulling away to climb into bed. 

The mattress dips beside you as Astarion joins you. He pulls the blanket over you both. You curl close, and you both find sleep in the safety of each other’s arms. Outside the rain continues to fall and the fog rolls in from the harbor.

[liptonrm]

Her purr will heal lives

[aroseamongdaisies]

Chapter 9 of Academy Daze coming soon I promise