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@scarbound
#𝗦𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗. independent . private . highly selective . astarion ancunín of BALDUR'S GATE 3 . heavily inspired by dungeons & dragons ( anti wotc ) and tolkein lore
// 𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡 :: living as a trauma response , freedom as a delicacy , revenge as a motivation , two hundred years of forgetting yourself , and finding comfort in the broken pieces .
mox . 30+ . est 2023, remade 2026 . please read all rules before following .
MEMES FOR MUTUALS
still no news... but they have a ribbon cutting ceremony tomorrow that is an all day event, so I have a feeling I may not hear back until after that considering im sure all of their resources are working on it.
but that means my anxiety is just getting worse with the waiting. probably another day of games and discord.
definitely still the case. hopefully i hear something tomorrow or friday. either way, weekend writing should happen.
sorry guys, I have a ton of muse. my anxiety is just... insane.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮. There is beauty in the way the sky shifted from violet to the darkest blue. The sky was an ocean of its own filled with glimmering stars. He could do without the moon, but this night was lovely and warm, he wouldn't hold it against Selûne just this once.
Sleep was illusive, as he knew it would be. It had been three nights since he and his unlikely comrades escaped the Nautiloid, and the nightmares were persistent. So instead, he decided to explore the small forest just outside of camp. His staff was slung over his shoulder and rested on his back, but he was truly armed with a small leather bound journal and a charcoal pencil.
He searched and searched until he found what he was looking for. A dark purple flower that almost looked black. A perfect tribute to his Lady of Sorrow. Settling before the foliage, Mael got to work sketching the beautiful flower.
He couldn't say how much time passed, but when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, he knew he wasn't alone. He stood and pivoted to face his foe.
However, instead of seeing a foe, he saw Astarion. Maelkolm blinked before arching a dark brow.
Canting his head, his obsidian hues fixated on his comrade.
❝ Why do you not sleep? ❞ he asked, his face remaining taciturn and unreadable.
@scarbound ⤷ liked for a starter.
HE’S NEVER BEEN ONE TO PLAY nice with others , never was a team player . he had always been out for himself , only caring about what he could do to keep his own head above water and keep cazador from getting tired of him . though , that now seems like a moot point . now it seems as though his survival relies on his ability to get along with some motley crew of weirdos and saints . a situation he wasn't sure would result in exactly what he wanted , but at least THERE WOULD BE FODDER between he and cazador when the time came for confrontation . because there would be a confrontation , there was no doubt about that .
it's that thought that keeps him up at night . he didn't necessarily need to sleep like the others , but he did enjoy a night of good rest just as much as anyone . but every time cazador creeps into his mind , it's as though everything shuts off except for the voice in his head SCREAMING THAT HE'S MAKING A MISTAKE , that he's planning to bite the hand that feeds , so to speak . cazador has kept him alive , has made sure that he had enough food to survive , was able to wander the streets and delight in carnal pleasures . but now … oh , now , if he's found it would be the final death of him . either his head would be removed from its shoulders or he would be enclosed in a coffin again … for much longer than a year .
he hadn't intended TO FOLLOW THE OTHER . he had thought that the rustling might be an animal he could feast on for the evening to try to focus his mind on anything other than his maker . but when he'd stumbled onto the sight of maelkolm sketching , there had been a certain calm that settled within him . a calm that he so desperately needed . once spotted though , he knows he'd be blushing were he able . he leans against a tree in an attempt to SEEM LESS EMBARRASSED as he clears his throat . " i have no need . i'm not beholden to such mortal needs. " the false disgust in his voice doesn't hold . “ i could ask you the same . though , i see you have a notebook ? ”
@lilacvows
working on things <3 anyone who doesn't follow me on other blogs , a head's up that i use a randomizer to do my drafts and asks . i'm trying to get things done across the board !
Date idea: I engrave heart-shaped cuts on your skin marking you as mine till the end
@scarbound sent: ⤷ you're being quiet and weird.
𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑵 𝑯𝑼𝑬𝑺 𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑳𝒀 𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑻 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑰𝑴 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻. Dark depths that seem endless even when Maelkolm finally glanced upward from the book sprawled across his lap. He had grown accustomed to Astarion's impromptu intrusions. He even began to anticipate when his companion needed to satiate his blood yearning. It had become a ritualistic routine; one he found odd when it was interrupted. Maelkolm had even began consuming more water to make his blood course ever so smoothly.
He wasn't a conversationalist by any stretch of the word. In fact, when he found himself in most social situations, he found comfort in listening rather than participating and in contrast, Astarion seemed to be born for the spotlight. A rare star while he, himself were some dark thing, orbiting around his brilliance.
Of course, he had never made his thoughts known to his friend. Something told him that he knew already. He had expected their routine to be as predictable and mundane as any other day, and for a moment he had instinctively extended his arm to the other, his pale wrist bare and supple; ready to bear the bite, and yet it hadn't come. Instead, it was replaced with conversation.
Dark curls framed his sharp cheekbones as his gaze found Astarion's, his expression was passive and unreadable while he listened to Astarion's speech. He stared….and stared.
Ever so slightly, his dark brows knitted upward in a fleeting look of confusion and amusement.
❝ Is it the first time we've met, Astarion? ❞ He spoke in that gentle cadence of his. Soft as a gentle wind, though it could cut sharp when needed.
❝ I am in fact quiet and weird. Nothing has changed. ❞ He replied coolly, his gaze falling back upon the ink blotted pages of the book in his lap.
❝ Are you thirsty or not? ❞ He asked and motioned to Astarion with the naked wrist before him.
PERHAPS MAKING IT HIS MISSION TO get more than a few words out of his companion was a ridiculous goal to have . but it was a much better , and seemingly a much more attainable , goal than trying to get this stupid tadpole out of his brain . he might be able to gloat in achievement eventually . but , he's fairly sure the tadpole is going to e at through his cerebral mass before he can even attempt to properly have it removed as every lead has proven to be a wild goose chase of rather large proportions . but this … slipping into mael's space and PLAYFULLY TEASING HIM about his silence ? not only does it give him time with the other with an excuse to spend it , but it also always seems to manage to get at least some sort of reaction from him that allows him to enjoy the other's voice .
it had gone far beyond having a consistent blood bag to rely on . maybe it had started that way , but it's grown . at least he believes it has . he's not very good with questioning emotions OR SHARING HIS FEELINGS , so he dares not say anything that might scare the other off . at first he had been able to convince himself that it was merely because he needed the blood and mael's happened to be particularly delicious . but he had found himself searching the other out even when he had no need for feeding . sometimes he's silent , sitting with his companion after swiping a book to keep himself quiet and distracted . others he's rambling on about whatever annoyed him most over the course of the day . annoyances that WERE NEVER MAEL .
the amazement that the lack of conversation isn't a frustration never ceases . astarion is used to dominating a conversation , but usually he's at least having a back and forth with someone . but here ? it isn't that he loves his own voice , not this time . it's more he feels like there is a conversation in the silence . he knows the other listens , cares about what he has to say even if there is little response . something about the way the air FEELS AROUND HIM that reassures the vampire that , for some reason , mael seems to enjoy his company no matter how loud and boisterous he may be at any given moment . it's … unfamiliar yet not unwanted .
amusement paints the other's features for just a moment and astarion can't even attempt to hide the smirk of victory that pulls to his lips . it isn't often that he catches the other off guard , breaks through that stoic exterior . in the moments that he does , he feels on top of the world . so instead of wandering off , he drops himself dramatically beside of mael and leans his head ON HIS SHOULDER with a theatric sigh . " i never said that quiet and weird was a bad thing . i happen to like that you're a bit weird . i've lived long enough to know that being overly normal is quite utterly dull and unwanted . " a pause as eyes move to the offered wrist . " only a little bite . "
@foxglovecrowns
finished fallout 4 , started new vegas , finished the honest hearts dlc that i wanted to get done before i started writing new vegas stuff .
feeling awake and not super stressed . gonna write hopefully . here and @la1cized the main focuses . randomizer on everything else <3
beep boop . things have been super busy and i landed an in person interview for next week . so my stress level is much lower .
i'll be around here this week because my dramatic vampire bitch deserves more <3
im gonna be honest and maybe its the wine giving me the nerve to say it
but i really dont want to be just part of a collection. I love writing astarion so so so much. ive missed writing him and im so thankful hes being accepted so well.
however, i also have what amounts to a female oc that can fit anywhere, has a full dossier, in depth verses... and she gets nothing.
dont really know where im going with this. but its frustrating because I have put so much into @la1cized and created so much of her from scratch. and its almost like it doesnt matter.
like I love everything I have here. and I love my interactions. but seeing my favorite muse go ignored actually kinda hurts.
anxious about tomorrow . words are hard here atm .
gonna vibe on @la1cized because she's kind of my safe happy spot . i know she's technically a bandom muse , but she can fit anywhere . she's a social media manager and executive assistant ... plus verses for everything else .
Which OC?
i was on a roll y'all . but suddenly my tummy is rebelling and i'm cramping and spotting when i'm not supposed to be able to menstruate . not to mention menstruation could literally kill me depending on what my iron level is at the moment so ya girl is mildly panicking .
so i'm gonna go mobile and try to get comfortable and game or something because sitting properly at the computer is pain .
( #LA1CIZED) — it is the end of your penitence. it is the end of your sadness and pain. it's the return to your innocence. it is the end of a LIFE GRIEVED IN VAIN . everybody leaves one day. i know it hurts. everybody goes away. you will, too, i will, too. come with me to the rainbow's end. come with me to the HOLY LAND. come with me. you will, too, i will, too
— EXCEL, EXCEL
rescued by mox
@liftedrelics ( shadowheart ) said : "It seems a pity to waste such power."
HE IS STRUGGLING MORE THAN HE WOULD like to admit . he hadn't expected to be so close to the walls of baldur's gate so quickly . he'd thought he would have more time to think through every option he had . choices … decisions … things he had been given no agency to make in centuries . perhaps another would have been able to choose within a day or two , maybe an hour or four . but he's struggled with every godsdamned decision he's been asked to make since falling from the nautiloid , questioning whether they were his thoughts or was the parasite GUIDING HIM TO WHAT IT WANTED , another master that he would have to answer to for the foreseeable future ? how does one explain that the only choices he's been allowed to make in the last two hundred years were rather he wanted a dead rat or a live rat . a choice that was very often ignored resulting in him being thrown a dead and rotting corpse of a rodent that could barely be recognized as a rat .
but here he was … turning the biggest decision of his existence over in his head . he could go after cazador and bring down everything that had torn him apart and live as a free spawn for the REST OF ETERNITY . or he could step into cazador's shoes and become the ascended that could keep strife and pain away from himself for as long as needed and walk through the sun that he's come to crave . it would give him enough power to never have to worry about anyone being able to enslave him ever again . but he would lose everything he was . he's seen how absolute power corrupts , how the desire for it pushes you to things that you never would have considered before . the only choice he knows for sure that he won't pursue is remaining a spawn attached to his master AFTER THE PARASITE is gone .
he watches the sun set over the horizon , shadowing behind skyline of the city as he leans against a tree . he hears her approaching , knows it's hear before she speaks . he's come to know his companion's gait . when she speaks though , he freezes , chewing on the inside of his cheek as he turns the words over in his head . she's not wrong . it is a lot of power . more than he's ever known could be available to any but a deity . “ i'm well aware of just how much power it is . if you had been under his heel , YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND just how terrifying the idea of becoming him is . ”
one day my brain will let me write more than two things . i've just been so stressed lately that my brain just very quickly goes brrrrr . i'll be here tomorrow <3
catch me on discord . slow and playing fallout 4 .
@oakthcrn said : Judge me with your heart, not your eyes.
SHE IS NOT COMPLETELY UNFAMILIAR TO HIM as all well to do families had been known to cazador . he had many times been sent to watch the family , determine if it would be worth it to steal one away during the night to lose everything that made them important . he had watched from the shadows , taken many a mental note . and he had insisted that there was nothing particularly special about either of the twins , a hopeful plea that he wouldn't be forced to take one of them . he knew he couldn't lie to his maker , but h e could SKIRT AROUND THE TRUTH , desperate to be given some sort of reprieve from the job that had been forced upon him .
imagine his shock when he'd found himself in the same traveling party as one of the twins . the universe certainly had a funny way of doing much of anything . at least she wouldn't know how close she had come to being a slave to a vampire rather than a parasite in her head . though , he's truly not sure which is worse . the parasite has yet to do anything that makes him feel out of control . but the quiet from the thing HAS HIM WORRIED . he knows the worst of things hide in the shadows , quiet and watching , lurking in silence until the right moment to strike . and there's part of him that truly believes that this parasite might be worse than they've been led to believe .
he can't help the gaze that keeps drifting to larkspur . of course he'd been less than subtle . he only knew subtle in the shadows , silence in the dark . here in the light of the day , everything is foreign . including watching what would have been a target . she speaks and he clears his throat . cheeks would be pink could they flush and , for once , he's thankful to BE ONE OF THE UNDEAD . quickly he slips into the mask of sarcasm and denial and the idea that he cares nothing about anything . “ and how do you propose i do that ? it's stuck in your chest , isn't it ? i may be long dead , but if i remember correctly , judging your heart might kill you . ”
brain is very brrrrr . had a long interview with a recruiter , spent a couple hours getting references together , and my brain just cannot do dash atm .
gonna vibe and play fallout ( who's surprised ? ) . i'll be lurking on discord <3
