ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩, ℑ 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢.

ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ

[petitmori]

How do I know if I let you stay? How do I know if we did it your way? You wouldn't take my place Put me away, I'd die lookin' up at your face How do I ever know? Who can I trust? Feelings of emptiness Only love could kill me, God bless

Indie Astarion Ancunín from Baldur's Gate 3. Non-selective and open to AU, OC, and crossovers. Discord given to mutuals only. Personals do not interact.  Rules under readmore. ( Sideblog @illintent )

RULES

First of all, thank you for visiting this page.  Even if you only skim this, I’ll love you forever.  Most of these rules are pretty basic, common sense stuff, but I would really appreciate it if you read them.  I know it’s long, but I’m just trying to make sure no one is offended or uncomfortable.  I’ll try to make this as painless as possible.  Bear with me.  I’ll try to bold the basics.

            — the basics.

I have a few verses to choose from, and I’ll probably place you in the one that will most easily fit with your character’s canon unless otherwise specified.

Astarion isn’t always the most pleasant person. Please know that anything mean said is not a reflection of the mun’s feelings.  IC =/= OOC.

Don’t god-mod.

OC and Au friendly, but please have an about page so I can gauge whether our characters will be able to interact.

Memes and opens are free game – anyone can send one or respond to one.  However, I may not respond for some reason or another: it may be in violation of one of my other rules, or due to external factors.  If you’re worried that I missed something, feel free to come to me about it, but please don’t constantly badger me for replies.  It’s rude.

I reserve the right to refuse to roleplay, especially if I’m uncomfortable.

DO NOT under any circumstances try to bring me into out of character drama.  If you have a problem with me, contact me privately or just unfollow.  Vague blogging, callout posts and the like are annoying, and I ask that you would tag them.  This is something I will unfollow over if I so please.

            — on selectivity. 

I will be selective with my threads and who I interact with.  I would love to interact with everyone, but I’m very busy with school and other blogs, and I don’t want to overload myself.  If this bothers you, feel free to unfollow.  If you have any questions about whether I have time, feel free to jump into my ask.

Also, I am far more likely to RP with mutuals. That’s not to say I won’t RP with those I don’t follow or those who won’t follow me, there may be exceptions. But it is far more likely.  That being said: if I follow you, I want to write with you.  Probably a lot. I’m just too shy to say anything because I’m a weenie pissbaby.

Starter calls, unless otherwise specified, are for mutuals only.

            — on content.

I’m 20+, so mature content is cool with me.   NSFW and triggering content will be present on this blog, but it will also be tagged in the following manner: n.s.f.w., tw:

As for smut: first of all, I will not smut with anyone under the age of 18.  Don’t ask me to; the answer will be no.  And just in general, don’t come to me looking for smut.  I’m not terribly good at writing it, so it’s very unlikely that it will occur on this blog.  I need to be pretty comfortable with someone to smut with them.  If by some miracle a thread is looking like it’s going to get smutty, feel free to hop into my ask and talk to me about it.  We’ll figure something out.

In relation to that, please do not send me overtly sexual memes if we have not interacted.  Kissing memes are fine, but I tend to get uncomfortable with anything beyond that.  Please respect this.

            — on replies.

I’m an adaptive roleplayer, meaning I’ll likely respond in a manner similar to yours.  If you format, I’ll format.  If you don’t, I won’t.  That sort of thing.  I also try to match length with my replies, but some days I struggle.  If you’re ever unhappy with the quality or length of a reply, please let me know and I’ll do my best to fix it.

I don’t always get to things right away.  I’m notorious for avoiding drafts, and especially right now, I’m pretty busy with schoolwork.  However, sometimes I’ll reply at the speed of light.  It’s really varied, and I’m sorry about that.

Sometimes, I’ll drop things that’ve been in my drafts for too long, or things that I feel aren’t going anywhere.  If you think I’ve dropped/missed/lost something that you wish to continue, come to me politely and we can talk about it.

            — on shipping.

I’m admittedly kind of a ship-whore.  If there are sparks, I likely ship it.  I ship Astarion/Chemistry, but again, it’s rather unlikely that Astarion will engage in a sexual or even a romantic relationship.  Them’s the breaks.  BroTPs are great though.  Also, I’m only human: I sometimes play favorites with my ships.  Sorry.

Please please please DO NOT force a ship on me.  It makes me extremely uncomfortable, and I will not hesitate to unfollow or even block you.  I will try to politely let you know if I feel that our characters do/do not have chemistry.

            — on credit.

Most icons, art and edits are made by myself, and are usually tagged as #my art or #my edits. Otherwise, I do not own anything!

          — on the mun.

My name is Élise, I’m 20+, living in Midwest America, EST.  Feel free to contact me via ask at any time. I love talking to you guys! Skype/discord is available to mutuals upon request – again, I reserve the right to refuse to give these for whatever reason.  I have no triggers, so as long as you talk to me prior to introducing something triggering to a thread, I’ll be cool with it. Just talk to me about it beforehand and I should be fine, but if I’m not feeling it, please respect that.

That’s about it.  Thanks so much for reading these.  Smooches! <3

[calisources]

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences and quotes have been taken from different media about starcrossed lovers or forbidden love, full of angst, some bold words, some nasty ones, possessive nature and letting someone use you as a replacement. So, some toxic energy in this one. Change pronouns, locations and names as you see fit.

I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then.

Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?

And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.

I'm falling in love with you.

I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. I have waited for this for such a long time. Consequences be damned.

These violent delights have violent ends.

 I’m only human. And you are …all-consuming.

Don’t go into this lightly. If you’re mine, you need to understand I will burn the fucking world to the ground for you.

I will never let you go, do you hear me? 

 will keep you safe. And I will find a way for us to be together.

If you make me cry at my own coronation ball, I’ll never forgive you.

If you were any less the man you are, I would beg you to take me with you.

If you were any less the woman you were, I would beg you to come with me.

I've known lust. This is something worse. This is a barbaric need to possess, to eliminate, to own. This is madness.

This is lust.

She’s your very own forbidden fruit.

You said you didn't want this.

We all desire what we cannot have.

Have you noticed how the boy looks at you?

Do you think I didn’t notice? The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching?

You are dangerous desire, and I am your prisoner.

We can’t do this on so many levels.

I can't even whisper her name, my heart would burst out of my chest.

But I would fight against the stars for you.

I have ruined your life.

Some lines you just don't cross. 

I want to take you under the moonlight.

Having something forbidden is exciting, don't you agree?

The closer we get—the more I let you in…the more dangerous this gets.

Don’t you get it? You’re what everyone wants! But I’m not going to let them win.

Make it so I never have to dream about this again—make it so we can have this…forever.

Desires are what can most easily ruin us, lovely.

We were doomed from the start. 

Nothing is as deadly as the love of a powerful man.

But this kiss? It's ruined me. This is the type of kiss I never knew existed. 

You sure about that, Dad? Because he's done everything to me.

Are you scared of me now?

You loved me - then what right had you to leave me?

I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

One moment, you give me everything that I want, and in the next, you snatch all of that away.

It's hopeless. We can never work out.

The world didn’t want us together so I forged a new one where we would.

How could a peacock lust for a lion?

You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.

I’ve always liked you, from the first moment I saw you.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you...but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you.

 That you and I are meant to be together, but never meant to be.

Why does fate seem always to conspire against us? To deny us life's simple pleasures?

We'll meet after this war. I'll certainly find you wherever you'll hide. 

War makes fools of men and women wanton.

What offends you most, Father? That she's Catholic, or that she's poor?

If my father discovers you here, he'd cut off your little nuts and eat them. He can't stand you.

You tempress, I see you once and all I can think of is having you.

Feelings are forbidden, does not mean we cannot enjoy one another.

The more you deny me, the more I desire you. You are a plague in my mind.

Ever since we met, no one else can compare. 

How can I be with someone else, when I’m with them, it’s you I see.

You can have me, think of whoever you love. For tonight.

You can pretend I'm her/him. I don't care. I just want you.

[sammakesart]

This is canon in my heart 💜

[petitmori]

Drew this because @zalimbane had to mention a throuple with durge and an arranged marriage au at some point and my brain now has worms about it. Anyway pov you’re durge and they wanna know if you’d like to dance?

[petitmori]

Okay, which one of you let @lunarrepel murder dame aylin?

[petitmori]

[petitmori]

Currently pick pocketing a certain someone, and I have to wonder what kind of 'feeling foolish' could a *ahem* weapon oil make you feel. Then again, I suppose It depends on the weapon in question.

[petitmori]

ALAIRSSMILE -> PETITMORI

[ithappensoffstage]

Let’s go home. I am home.

[petitmori]

Happy belated valentine's!

[sunsetagain]

wip

[bebemoon]

a victorian silver perfume flask shaped as a rose, e. stockwell, london, 1881 .

[petitmori]

Astarion when you ask to know more about him: Ugh, what could you possibly want to know?

Astarion two seconds later: I was a slave...

[petitmori]

Therapist: Dream guardian fenris isn't real and cannot hurt you.

Dream guardian fenris:

[petitmori]

Mah heart mah sol

[petitmori]

SIMPLE ACTIONS

[COLLAR] - sender reaches out to smooth down / fix receiver's collar. @tenthhell

A finger lagged behind four other similarly red colored digits lined and tipped with long black nails that besought the careful folds enraptured around a neck pasteled against felt hues of wine and gold. The subtle scratching of fabrics sounded in the near intimate scene of cloth and flesh intertwined to loop button after button of elegance splendor that deep red hues struggled not to drink in too hungrily. A gift it had been, and no peeking had been the rule that so elicited profound impatient tapping of a foot despite their reflection mere feet away half hidden by a tarp. Soon though, literal magic hands imbued the final interweavings of an infernal sigil that glowed with white hot fire before smoldering out of existence, the illumination almost lingering a moment longer on the lapel of rich looking obsidian to confirm their pact.

As gentle as a trained dancer would balance themselves did her legs seem to float, slender wrists reaching to gingerly pluck fabric from glass revealing the mirrored image reflected the near shining that his form did despite the low candle light. Twisting to watch as tiny gold strands danced and winked in and out of illumination repeatedly with each turn. Highly perceptive eyes going over and over every detail etched and embroidered aspect that nearly sent a head dizzying.

"It's perfection.", he mused, a hand running down the near impossible smoothness of the tunics length. Thoughts barely able to reclaim a memory when he could desire something so fine and claim it his.

"Even better suited for a vampire ascendent.", came reassuring half lidded gaze that peered back at him. What they both could accomplish now the possibilities seemed to have no measure and no stop, so long as imagination reached high.

[petitmori]

@rotdame asked: “You think a courtship and a hunt are two separate things. They are not.”

Dark shrouding shadows where bitter little twinkling stars dotted the horizon for miles had enraptured his thoughts despite the long nights where pebbles and bits of earth clung to usually carefully manicured tailoring had almost been worth gazing at that skyline that claimed the sword coast. Something clean filled lungs close to bursting from the sheer freedom that allowed him to drink it in whatever time of day it had been. Bliss, however momentary, enraptured the smile curling itself seamlessly across cold complexions when no one of the many companions had seemed to notice. Shards of memory were quick to remind of the urgency needed in relinquishing the tadpole of its grip but in this silence that encompasses the camp, he would allow just once for sleeping dogs to lay silent.

Somewhere in the hours that had settled the dinner for most other camp mates had long legs found their way at his tent in no particular fashion. Their master coiling herself to share the mat now underneath them both, eyes of red following them in their descent next to where he lay reading -- twinge of a brow quirking in a mock grimace that quickly poised itself into a low coy pursing of lips. What had followed had been unexpected had she been anyone else, it was to be normal, yet a green gaze had simply evoked the conversation now at hand. The pair easily talked, laughed, and shared the dark humor so unhinged as scare any normal soul who joined in.

" I've personally never fucked and killed at the same time, but who am I to judge? Unless you're suggesting something...?", come words darkening the act of shifting eyes seemingly to scan the others swiftly with predatory intent. Lids fluttering over as if completely inconspicuous to the now glittering game in hues endlessly crimson.

"I would go for Wyll. The blade of frontiers might even help you kill himself." Mocking tones edged the careful peeking of sharpened canines.