* what's sexier than wizards

astrid becke of critical role. written by katie. personals dni.

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this blog is now an archive ! you know where to find me if you want me

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idk

astrid and cassandra standalones with multi sideblog

astrid standalone with multi standalone (w cassandra on it)

astrid standalone with multi sideblog (w cassandra on it)

for katie

Voting ended onAug 16, 2023

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idk

astrid and cassandra standalones with multi sideblog

astrid standalone with multi standalone (w cassandra on it)

astrid standalone with multi sideblog (w cassandra on it)

for katie

Voting ended onAug 16, 2023

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gwumpy widdle scourgie

[hellesfeuer]

gone, but not forgotten / caleb widogast, by jackie, 21+ ©

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astrid warmups!!

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even more injury memes

[ FOLLOW ]  for sender to find receiver at the end of a trail of blood.

[ DISCOVER ]  for receiver to find sender at the end of a trail of blood. 

[ SEE ]  for sender to look towards receiver after a battle and realize they’re bleeding. 

[ TELL ]  for receiver to look towards sender after a battle and realize they’re bleeding. 

[ SHIELD ]  for sender to take the brunt of an attack for receiver. 

[ COVER ]  for receiver to take the brunt of an attack for sender. 

[ SHOCK ]  for sender to find receiver covered in blood and delirious. 

[ AID ]  for receiver to find sender covered in blood and delirious. 

[ CONCEAL ]  our muses haven’t had time to slow down so receiver has been hiding a serious injury which sender finally uncovers. 

[ REALIZE ]  our muses haven’t had time to slow down so sender has been hiding a serious injury which receiver finally uncovers.

[ ATTEMPT ]  for sender to intervene in a fight receiver is in but receiver has already sustained an injury. 

[ LATE ]  for receiver to intervene in a fight sender is in but sender has already sustained an injury. 

[ FIND ]  for sender to rescue receiver after they’ve been tortured. 

[ LOCATE ] for receiver to rescue sender after they’ve been tortured. 

[ CHECK ]  for sender to show up at receiver’s house because they haven’t been heard from in a while only to discover receiver is recovering from major injuries. 

[ FOUND ]  for receiver to show up at sender’s house because they haven’t been heard from in a while only to discover receiver is recovering from major injuries. 

[ SAVED ]  for sender to rescue receiver from a dangerous situation but reveals they’re injured afterwards. 

[ SUCCEED ]  for receiver to rescue sender from a dangerous situation but reveals they’re injured afterwards. 

[ LOSS ]  for sender to attempt to rescue receiver only to be stopped by a serious injury. 

[ FAILURE ]  for receiver to attempt to rescue sender only to be stopped by a serious injury. 

[ MELTDOWN ]  for sender to witness receiver being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. 

[ VENGEANCE ]  for receiver to witness sender being hurt which causes them to go into a murderous rage. 

[sagamemes]

send me a 💢 for my muse’s reaction to seeing yours with a growing bruise on their cheek.

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send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

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i’m gonna be real with y’all that if, in astrid’s main postcanon verse where she and wulf are together, he were to die before her, she would go off the deep end

[hellesfeuer]

he moans as her nails prick against his skin. it doesn't hurt when everything hurts already. he wants the hurt to be from astrid. he wants the hurt to be his choice tonight. so he kisses her neck, brushing her nipple with his thumb through the front of her shirt.

" i trust you, " he whispers, pulling back enough to pluck the blindfold she likes from the side table. he places the sash in her hand, giving over control in the way that matters but doesn't frighten here and now with her.

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"how well mannered of you," she praises gently, taking the blindfold from his hands. she puts it over his eyes, tying it behind his head, blocking off his visibility. her hands return to his shoulders, anchoring him as best she can as he adjusts.

"dir gut?" she murmurs one it's settled over his eyes, a rare moment of zemnian in this instance of vulnerability. she gives a roll of her hips on top of his lap, a reward of pressure against his cock for him letting her take away one of his senses.

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hi i don’t feel well so i’ll be around on disc tonight if i’m around anywhere

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exaggerated groaning noises as I get ready to go to work

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logged into the wrong acc i know but cassandra braincell goes brrr

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i want . . . Attention tm

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Star Trek: Picard 2.06 Two of One

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SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS

romeo & juliet. suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill - fitting party dress. a t - shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friends house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with a sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse. running out of options. the forlorn looking basketball hoop at the end of a cul - de - sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip - flops. a eulogy written on loose - leaf. the merciless noontime sun.

hamlet. speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn. mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. an oversized t - shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.

twelfth night. wicker deck furniture. new england summer. large sunglasses and a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double - speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drank on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.

macbeth. the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12 : 00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.

much ado about nothing. the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck. military supply duffel bags in the hall. hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill - timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog - eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. shit getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you’re home until you’re there.

king lear. cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting, a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red - black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the the tips of your teeth. the blown out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.

a midsummer night’s dream. the smell of wet soil and dead leaves. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. a pill someone slipped you. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hallow in an old tree. glow in the dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body and not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.