๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โธป anย independentย &ย selectiveย blogย for a canon compliant & multiverse portrayal ofย ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, the pale elf.
( . . . ) with no hope of escaping his vampiric master it took another monster to kidnap Astarion for him to have a taste of freedom after two hundred years of bondage. Somehow changed by the experience the sun didn't harm him and he couldn't feel the compelling force of his master anymore. The vampire spawn would have to figure out what had changed exactly. And make it permanent so he'd never have to go back, except to maybe kill the bastard.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: breaking the cycle of abuse, navigating autonomy, hurt people hurt people, lost memories, bloodthirst, wanting to feel safe, falling for the rush of power.
i just wanted to stop by and say how much i admire your graphics. your blog is so beautiful !
I am so thankful! Seriously, I doubt myself and the things I create so often ( like most others, I assume ) and I adore you for spreading positivity like this. Thank you so much, love. I can only aspire being such a sweetheart myself! I'm sending kisses your way!
limbs did not feel like herself, for quite sometime she avoided everyone and everything. any loud noise she would hide deep within the roots of the forest, her ancient limbs taking root. a sense of familiarity. of the last thousands of years. every glance upon her own skin from her very own eyes it does not seem true. dazed, afraid. she dozes for what seems like weeks, months. she was forgotten.
deep in thought, yet not enough. she remains. fingertips touch at her temples, long pointed nails nearly pierces her own flesh at how hard she pushes. anxious. afraid. worried. her memories... they truly would not come. a void. nothingness. it plagues her, eating at her very root. viciousness sinks in. sera steals, lies and cheats for a time, the young thing had nothing, always running back to the depths of spring.
her own prison of a home.
every day was the same, until it wasn't. until, oh hello there. pointed ears pull back, as her neck cranes to the left to take in the other. seraphina had been tracking him for days, curious to see what he was about. he seemed.. harmless. pale piercing orbs are wide on him, as she scans him up and down. he hadn't belonged. lips curl slightly, as she rises carefully, long dark hair rooted at the grass. sera was far too beyond curious of him. her voice is careful, โ is it? not many come through here... โ
actions speak louder than words
non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly.
(add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)
back, sender gives receiver a back hug.
beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.
blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.
book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.
care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.
catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.
choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.
cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.
cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.
dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.
dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.
dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.
drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.
drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.
draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.
face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.
flower, sender gives receiver a flower.
footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.
forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.
grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.
jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.
kiss, sender kisses receiver.
link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.
massage, sender offers receiver a massage.
patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.
piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.
pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.
pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.
press, sender presses receiver against a wall.
propose, sender proposes to receiver.
quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.
rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.
serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.
sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.
size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.
shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.
sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.
tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.
tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.
tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.
umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.
warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.
zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.
I AM BACK! I have waited for the right moment, but those are a myth so I've decided it's now. Pushing myself back into the water in a sense. I will write today and if you don't see any replies on this blog by tonight you're all allowed to zap Astarion with Lathander's cannon.
My poor little heart might explode, help. This is the most beautiful compliment anybody could ever receive from the bestest mutual one could ever have! I'm going to hold it so dear and never forget it. I was planning to never let you go anyway! If there's one thing I'm one hundred percent sure about us that the two of will never run out of things to yap about. MWAH! ( I can't wait to show you how to romance correctly, theheh )
โ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!
Oh my god, I'm not worthy!! Thank you so much!! I feel so honored and it means a hell of a lot, especially coming from you, who inspires me so much. You've been wonderful and uplifting ever since our first interaction and I can only hope to learn to be such a powerful force as well. I'm sending many, many kisses your way!
I'm going to be much less active ( if at all ) until the 13th, maybe longer. The time I have between packing and renovating really doesn't come with much muse to write. See you once I've moved house!
I've moved! There's still so, so much to do, though, and I need to get used to the new enviroment. Big changes like this make me anxious. Please, bear with me a while longer. If inspiration finds me I might write here and there, but I can't make any promises. My DMs are open and I will share Discord with mutuals who ask for it ( There are people I don't want to share it with, so I won't just post it publicly. BUT PLEASE, don't be shy ). I'm so thankful for the people who sent love and well wishes. You're on my mind, sweethearts.
I'm going to be much less active ( if at all ) until the 13th, maybe longer. The time I have between packing and renovating really doesn't come with much muse to write. See you once I've moved house!
ใใ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ? ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ? this hunger festers in the marrow of her bones, blooms in the hollow caverns of her heart, howls and then cries in the profundity of her clenched, starving belly. once, these appetites had been cause of loathe against her progenitor โฌโฌ why have you cursed me to devour all that i love ? she had believed herself to be imperfect, to be the offspring of a love that had turned monstrous and rotten in the womb of the all - mother ( ... ) but such deprecating thoughts belonged to the past, to days woven out of loneliness and self - deprecation, to a heart yet unripe and unprepared to fully embrace all its desirous, selfish demands.
her clawed hands reached out, cradling the sides of his visage with a gentleness that was seldom found amidst the beasts of the wilds. soft thumbs languidly brushed the sharpness of his lineaments, trailing a purposefully slow path from the high peaks of his cheekbones to the softness of his cheeks and ultimately towards that mouth that hid fangs as tremendously vicious as her own. her wispy lashes had fluttered below half - mast, thus only partially concealing black pupils that had grown wide and large in his presence ; bewitched, shadowed by sentiments that now coiled around the frailty of her throat with vine - like tendrils. โ this hunger is a part of who i am. if i were to give up on it, what would be left of me ? โ a playful caress of her thumb to his lower lip punctuated her response, summoning a quietude between them that felt much too electric, charged with the boisterous clashing of their mutual hungers and followed suit by the echoing clanking of those shackles that remained tight and unyielding around their wrists.
her head canted to one side. an unconscious gesture, compelled by a curiosity that demanded to be fed and satisfied. โ there is hope in your eyes ... it is a gentle gleam in the endless obscurity of your inhibitions. why have you given up on your hunger ? what are you afraid of, my dear ? โ the nymph leaned closer, her touch coaxed him to lift his head just slightly so that their gazes could meet. in full, to swiftly diminish any existential distance left between them. โ you were ready to mourn the loss of my hunger, but you have never paid such doleful respects to what you have suppressed within yourself until now. let me see the real you ... let me see your hunger. โ
โธป .โฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ for @unknownfaed
๐๐ฅ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ง, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ง. Something deep inside him knew that he was connected to these lands. That's what had drawn him here. He'd had enough of not knowing where he came from and wanted to fill in the gaps. There had to be more to him than his curse and the years of torment he had spent under his vampiric master. He didn't have the right to claim every piece of Astarion.ย
The border of the Spring Court several days behind him, he had crossed much of the area. He had also avoided the village, unsure about other Fae. In his mind he had stuck to the shadows, which seemed to cling to him even more ever since he had set foot into Prythian, because he didn't trust anybody. But in reality, he was also afraid to find answers. There was comfort in ignorance. If he wasn't aware of the bad, it couldn't hurt him, right?ย
He had come across some Faeries and didn't mind those. Sometimes they didn't even seem to notice him. And if they did, he never had any encounters that were anything other than curious. Used to life on the road, he was adept at finding spaces to rest. The stitches of his fine, embroidered clothing were coming off here and there and he had made some temporary repairs to ripped fabric. At first glance he could've passed as Fae nobility, but a keen eye would not miss all the little details that exposed him as the rogue he was. None of what he wore was bought, much was stolen.ย
As golden hour began, he decided he had traveled enough for the day. Since there was some unexplainable familiarity that connected him to this realm, he learned how to navigate it quickly. Knowing that following the tune of nixies would lead him to water, he did just that to fill his waterskin. Not expecting anything worse than maybe the mischiefous bite of a nixie he filled it at a pond. But then, as he crouched at the edge of the water, his head turned quickly.
Astarion had assumed that the High Fae kept to themselves in the village and naively hoped that he didn't need to look over his shoulder for them. But she was definitely not faerie. While he slowly got up, he felt torn between wanting to walk away ย and to stay. โ Oh, hello there, โ he put on his usual, charming facade and hid how skeptic he felt about meeting somebody, however beautiful that somebody may be, in the middle of an unknown forest. โ What a delightful coincidence. โย
The longer he looked at her, the more she seemed to belong. Like she was part of this land. And that made it all the more obvious to him that he didn't.ย
๐๐ง๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ, ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐. He rested his hand on his hip and shifted his weight onto one leg, looking at her with a sneer of annoyance. Of course he was responsible for the dynamic of banter they had established. On any other day he would've responded to her soft provocation with fervor, but right now he didn't appreciate the sass.
โ Like the objections I have aren't logical, โ he answered her question. While he would've loved to stare her down to further drive his point home, there was a uncertainty in his eyes that gave away the slither of doubt he had. The pillars on which his convictions had been build were crumbling in the face of kindness, generosity and altruism. His companions kept chipping away at at them day by day, but Astarion didn't see clearly enough to be able to admit that. โ Now that we've saved these people, do you think they'll ever return the favour? โ
He relaxed his posture a little and let his gaze drift over the people who were celebrating the victory of surviving another day. Their companions were among them. Standing at the edge of the camp, watching all of it, made him speak up again instead of giving Camille a moment to respond to his question. โ I'm not interested in saving this world if I'm not going to be alive to enjoy it. โ
They had undoubtedly made their tasks harder when accepting the responsibility to help. Despite the general atmosphere of joy and relief, nobody could hide the cracks in their masks. Because in truth, their problem seemed to only grow worse the more they learned.ย
Joy filled her veins. Normally, Vika was left alone during a storm. Normally, people didn't like getting wet and cold while nature did its work. But today she could share the joy of watching a storm in the front row. She didn't care if Astarion was telling the truth, that he had never been in a storm and observed its beauty. It was all about enjoying this situation together. He could have said he had done this a hundred times, and Vika would still have enjoyed his company.ย
She laughed at his story, jumped into a puddle with joy and followed him to the temple. She didn't feel the cold of the rain and simply brushed her hair out of her face as the rain washed down her face. It only took seconds before she was soaked to the bone. Astarion's fear that the storm would stop was fortunately unfounded. The rain let up a little, but it had no intention of stopping altogether. Perhaps Mother Nature simply knew that they both wanted to enjoy this moment. That people wanted to stay a little longer in their sheltered, dry and, above all, warm homes.
She climbed up the ladder as nimbly as a squirrel, though she kept checking on Astarion to see if he could keep up with her. What they were doing felt a little forbidden, but that was what made it so appealing.
He had said that the clerics here were usually friendly, but who knew how they would react if Vika and Astarion were discovered. Perhaps it could be dismissed as a prank. Or maybe they could convince the clerics that they were just a pair of lovers looking for a place to hide. Either way, these thoughts and little scenarios she played out in her head helped make the walk up the ladder seem like seconds when she was finally able to leave.
Vika had never seen the inside of a bell tower before. She realized this when her gaze fell on the huge bell that seemed to be the centerpiece. Her eyes widened as she looked at the metal. Whoever had designed it had put a lot of time and love into the details. A few pictures on the bell seemed to tell a story that Vika unfortunately couldn't understand, and it showed slight signs of wear from years of use and weather. For although they were better protected up here than on the street, huge windows from floor to โceilingโ ensured that the echo of the bell could be heard for miles. The bell was so heavy that Vika's gentle touch barely touched it, and so cold from the wind, which seemed to blow harder up here than down below, that she only took a few seconds to trace the fine work in the metal of the bell with her fingers.ย
Then she pulled her hand away again and turned to Astarion. โI think you meant the view of the world, which is supposed to be beautiful, but the bell is beautiful too.โ Since that one large bell had immediately caught her eye, Vika had wasted little time looking around. She let her gaze wander curiously, unable to resist running her fingers over the rough stone walls. Finally, she stopped at one of the windows. It had no glass, of course, and the wind was blowing some rain in her face, but that didn't stop her from letting her gaze wander. First she looked down. They had climbed up a few meters, but Vika wasn't afraid of heights and looked back at the ground in fascination before gazing over the temple and then into the distance.ย
She could see the market square they had just crossed, past a few trees and some houses where the light seemed so far away. Was this the tavern they had been sitting in? She didn't know. From up here and with what little light the storm had to offer, she wouldn't have been able to tell. โYou came here on purpose. How often do you bring strangers here?โ Her tone and words were playful, and yet for a tiny moment the thought crossed her mind if bringing women to such a beautiful place was Astarion's bread and butter. Somehow he had to know why the clerics here were mostly of a peaceful nature. But really, she was just teasing him a little. โIt's beautiful here.โ Her voice softened as she said those words, and she gave him a smile. โTell me something about this region. Pretend I don't know anything. Where can I discover forgotten treasures? Where shouldn't I go? Do you have a favorite spot in the area? Where can I have the best adventures?โ
๐๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐. Not just inside this bell tower, but in this town. Astarion's home and destination was the metropolis of Baldur's Gate and he was only passing through. But if you've experienced one, you've experienced them all, right? And he had spent more than two hundred years in the most bustling city on the coast, had soaked in more culture than many people in these charming little towns could only dream of. He'd be home soon. Just a few more days on the road.ย
He had found himself a spot under one of the arches, his feet dangling down the edge of the tower. Vika's playful accusatory words made him curl his lips into a smirk. Techniqually, he was innocent of her accusation because he had never even visited this location himself, but of course he had lead people to beautiful places such as this one many times. Looking back over his shoulder, he admitted to his behaviour with a mischievous shrug, not giving her an answer of how often he had done it before, but insinuating enough.ย
โ Where shouldn't you go? โ he repeated humorously. Astarion couldn't imagine that he held herself to the standards of common folk. She probably wouldn't have caught his interest if he had perceived Vika as mundane. โ Nowhere is off limits if you're slippery enough. And you can have it all if you're willing to take it. โย
His gaze turned west and although he of course couldn't see it, he imagined the tall buildings and towers of Baldur's Gate on the horizon. As his thoughts traveled home, too, he spent a moment to evaluate all the things waiting for him there. Everything, to be taken. Or to be given up on. The decision he would have to make was so enormous, he didn't enjoy the anxiety of thinking about it and shifted his eyes away again. As he found Vika's, the contemplative glaze in them vanished and he returned to his carefree, confident self. โ I'm going to Baldur's Gate. If it's adventure you want, join me. I would enjoy the company. โ
There was no way of knowing how capable of a companion she was. And if she was up to the task of traveling with him, because trouble would surely follow. Did he care as long as her company was as enjoyable as this evening? Not at all. โ I'm planning to avoid the roads anyway. Maybe we'll find crumbling ruins on the way or a forest full of tricksy little pixies. โย It wasn't just this area that was full of magic and miracles, but this world. Everything was possible and as dangerous as that was, he liked the thrill of it.