#ghost’s posts

[ask-the-pale-elf]

"I'm not infiltrating the masquerade in this dress!", she says while fuming, arms crossed at her chest in the hopes of cover at least something. "Are you joking? This is practically transparent, I might as well be wearing nothing!"

Only after she has said those words does she realize what a terrible sentence that was, considering who she is talking to.

His pointed ears twitched as you fumed, yet he was still continuing to put on his tie. Astarion's long fingers slightly shaking as he handled the black cloth. A steady breath entered his nostrils and his red eyes were covered by his weary eyelids as he let his breath go.

After looking down at his assembled outfit, he walked towards a chair where a black cloak laid. The pale man grabbed it and proceeded to toss it over your head, covering your vision and your torso, “Take off the dress and hand it to me.”

As you stood there gawking at him, his eyes narrowed, “Hurry up! I don’t have all day!”

Eventually you hand him the dress after you change into much more comfortable clothing. He snatched it away and sauntered into another room.

But what exactly was he going to do with your dress? Your curiosity couldn’t help but get the better of you and you were met with Astarion’s back turned away from you, hunched over.

Astarion didn’t seem to notice you, instead he seemed laser focused on the dress you handed to him. His nimble fingers stitching together the large opening on the dress. Unfortunately that didn’t cover everything so he absentmindedly grabbed some golden thread and began to embroider a pattern onto the offending section of the dress.

This went on for several minutes, you were sure that the two of you were going to be late but Astarion didn’t care, he was going to fix this damn dress.

Once the needle exited the dress one final time, Astarion bit the string with his fangs. He held his newest work of art in front of him, making sure that it was up to snuff.

After a moment of his eyes darting all over the dress, he turned to you, “Perfect, I was just about to call for you, my dear.”

He threw the dress at you and proceeded to look his nails, “It’s not my best work but it’ll have to do. If you’re still not satisfied with that thing, I’m sure we can steal something from a boutique.”

Passive Perception Check: The dress was closed up the best it could be, and in the area he couldn’t fully achieve his goal, you see a golden rose embroidered in its center. Not just its bloom but it’s surrounded by thorns, reminding everyone that you’re not to be trifled with.

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[hauntingcryptids]

Aftercare, I Love You

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Just an aftercare blurb with Eddie

Warnings - references to sex but no actual sex(minors please do not interact)

Word Count - 445

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. I hope that you enjoy this!

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You twirled a piece of Eddie’s hair, that had fallen on top of his chest, between your fingers. You smiled blissfully upon recalling how about an hour ago, a similar strand of hair kept falling in your face as Eddie pistoned into you from above. You felt Eddie kiss your forehead a couple of times as he rubbed your back.

No matter how passionate or rough your sex could become, Eddie would always be so calm and peaceful when performing aftercare. You always tried to give him the same comfort, but when he made you so weak, it was sometimes hard to deliver. Eddie always reassured you, though, that he just wanted to have your company and to lie in your arms for as long as possible. If he needed anything else, he would tell you.

You softly kissed the tattoo on his left pectoral muscle, and then you kissed the spider tattoo under his collarbone. Eddie slid his hand soothingly up and down your bare back. With his other hand, Eddie tilted your head up so you were now looking up at him.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked with a slightly raspy voice.

“You tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I think … I think I love you.” You looked up at him, shocked. You and Eddie hadn’t really put labels on your relationship, but, despite that, of course you love the dorky dungeon master.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just thought you should know.” Eddie mumbles softly. 

You could tell from the blush blooming on Eddie’s face and neck, and his frantically moving hands, that he was becoming flustered and regretful of what he just confessed. Eddie had nothing to be regretful over, however. You obviously felt the same way. How could you not? So, you bolted up to kiss Eddie squarely on the mouth, effectively stopping his nervous ramblings and knocking him back against the pillows with a shocked yelp in the process.

“I love you, too, Eddie Munson!” You pulled far enough away from his face to see his expression change from one of worry to an expression of complete and utter joy. A wide smile etched across his face as he wrapped his arms around you and flipped you over onto your back. 

“Well, in that case. How about a celebratory round two?”

“I’d love that, Rockstar!” Eddie’s face burst into a wide grin, again, before he dived toward your neck and began to suck fresh hickeys onto your soft flesh. You giggled at Eddie’s easily excitable nature while quickly burying your hands in Eddie’s wild mane of hair. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night.

[ask-the-pale-elf]

I want to give you all the hugs!

For all his bravado and flirtatious behavior, you have truly stopped him in his tracks. His eyes flicker from yours to the ground, his fingers playing with each as he considered what you said.

“I-,” His throat felt dry, no words from that empty well of a mouth he had.

He took a deep breath and the vulnerability was painted over with a much more “palatable” snarky facade. “Oh darling, of course you do! I mean when you look this good, everyone wants to touch me.”

But at the last part, he faltered. He couldn’t do it anymore, he looked down at the ground.

Insight Check: Successful!

You can hear him cursing under his breath, ‘What in the hells is wrong with you, stop being weird around Tav!’

You see a little kick from his boot, kicking up dirt in frustration.

He looks to you, “I mean… I wouldn’t mind. I’ll make an exception this time! Just ask me first.”

His eyes softened at the prospect of having another hug. And out of the corner of your eye, you see a little hint of a smile.

[ask-the-pale-elf]

*Continuing from the owlbear post* Wait Astarion! That's a great idea! We could train him! You're brilliant!

(Cont. from here)

"I am?," He looked around to see if there was another handsome fellow named Astarion, "I am! Of course I'm brilliant, darling. It's about time you noticed."

“Well if this little beastie grows up to be anything like its mother, it would be quite the asset. Don’t you think so, my friend?” Astarion had a wicked look in his eyes.

He was already planning on using this creature for mass destruction or petting it, whichever comes first.

[ask-the-pale-elf]

Hello my darlings, I’ve missed seeing your pretty, little faces. Now there’s so many of you, I can barely keep count. I think this calls for something special for my little treats, don’t you think?

We’ve hit over 150 followers (a while ago), and to reward all of you, I’d like to hold a little special event where for a week you get to talk to a very special Astarion. But I need some help deciding which Astarion you’d like to talk to~

Don’t you dare-

Please vote between these 4 options! <3

Which lovable Astarion would you like to cuddle with?

Goostarion

Catstarion

Batstarion

Cat Boy!Astarion

Voting ended onDec 18, 2023

It will start with an initial prompt that anyone can reply to, (especially other rp blogs, even other Astarions) or you can send your asks as normal but make sure to note that you’re participating in the event.

[ask-the-pale-elf]

“Kind?”

The bard repeats, not registering the fact that it was meant to be a jab at her. But her eyes were still snatched by the ocean horizon. She appears dazed, too lost in her thoughts but nonetheless grounded enough to answer him.

“It still feels like I haven’t done enough… enough to repay for what I have done…” She whispered the last phrase, seemingly chastising herself. The bard snaps back to reality, now fully aware of the Vampire beside her. She tries to backpedal before he begins to ask what she meant.

“But! It doesn’t matter now, should it? We got bigger things to worry! Can’t let the past keep me in tight shackles.”

With the roll of his eyes, Astarion couldn’t help but scoff at your comment. Nothing would ever be enough, it’s a dog-eat-dog world out there and the sooner you realize that, the easier it would be. Not only for you but for him as well.

You couldn’t save everyone, not by a long shot. Besides, if you gave them false hope then it would be far crueler than anything Astarion would’ve done. He knows better than most what it’s like to have freedom dangled in front of him before being violently ripped away.

The sooner, the better. Your companion plastered on his classic, suave smile, “Exactly! We have bigger things to worry about than silly bystanders, I need to- I mean… we need to take down Cazador before he finds us.”