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[aluneposting]

assdfghhjk ok ok ok so like the reincarnation thing has me all assdfghh since Astarion was so young and died at only 39 (God that hurts my heart still) and I wanted to include him being unable to understand that he had a past life where he was loved once. My Tav's past life is the Redeemed Dark Urge run and her name was Aeryis. For defying Bhaal, her next elven lifetime has her as the Chosen of Jergal (LOVED that hc omg I was so excited!!) and as for Astarion, the past life who had loved Aeryis, he was a male drow elf named Rua. Rua is Elven for "star"

OHHHHHH MY GODDDDDDD.  BECAUSE FOR ME AS WELL,  ASTARION DOESN’T REALLY SLEEP / MEDITATE SO COMING BY THESE MEMORIES IS RATHER HARD FOR HIM,, ,  but after cazador’s death & because i said so,  he’s slowly able to recall some of his past like aerea is slowly able to remember her previous lives & like…  UGH.  BECAUSE AELORA/AEREA ALSO DIED RATHER YOUNG,  SHE DOESN’T HAVE HER “ADULT” NAME EITHER ..  astarion & aerea both float in this eternal youth with oldness to them..

listen………………………………………….. LISTEN. *rattles the bars of my cage*  we’re onto something here !!  add in the elven concept of thiramin,  actual soulmates  &  we’ll have transcended into something far greater !!

[birdsinew-a]

that’s the way it crumbles, cookie-wise. - from eui-tae!

                                       𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, 𝐈𝐈.

𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓,   𝐈𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄.     absence of understanding from such a juvenile opinion,   as if there is no controlling the downfall of that around them.     it's a special kind of thought process that inspires redemption                                         encourages,   if anything,   an unspoken acknowledgement through a barren spirit.     ❛  how encouraging,   i imagine.  ❜     so this is what reborn humanity is?     a scapegoat to form hope.     𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨,   𝙣𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞 𝙩𝙧𝙮.     they relax into the sound of it.     predetermined crumbling,   ordained by the wordless gods,   and accepted by those who have no idea of their position.     it's almost encouraging.     ❪⠀𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.⠀❫     they sit back and raise their chin.    study the sky through a ceiling with a faint glimmer sitting in the middle of their chest.     ❛  it's a rather carefree look.     to accept things without question.     i suppose i understand.  ❜

[linneke]

baronhyunsseung

Baron's eyes shined at the view of latter's adorable smile. "No need to call me 'sir'...But can you lower your head some? I'm not tall enou- i mean you're too tall, i can't reach all the way up to your head"

“Oh sorry...” Zhou Mi immediately apologized and bended down slightly to make sure the male could reach his head. That was one disadvantage, being so tall himself. “Like this?” He asked while tilting his head slightly. 

[sparwei-blog]

+ Sending good vibes to: @chaiyos

‘Totally.’ He agreed with the male almost immediately. The said person in front of him was someone he looked up to, as a foreigner himself he found it hard to get used to the Korean lifestyle. But the other seemed to have done that perfectly well, being what seemed the only foreigner in his group. So anything he would’ve said to Chaiyo, the younger would’ve agreed with. ‘Do you not find it hard, to understand everyone?’ he asked in broken Korean. Of course the two had to converse in Korean as he only knew of English and Thai aside from that. But it was nice to have someone who could at least understand his struggles. 

Even though they’re both from different countries, and speak a different language other than Korean, Liwei always had a good chemistry and connection towards the other male. They’re both foreigners trying their best to adapt and blend in with the others. They share the same struggles from cultural differences, language barriers. Chaiyo had always been one of his go-to people whenever he needed to break away from  the Korean lifestyle. “When I first got here, I can barely speak Korean and it was so tough. I had to communicate mostly through actions and hand movements.” he nodded and chuckled, adding, “It’s not hard now but I became the butt of Chinese jokes.” he started laughing upon remembering the said jokes. “How’s things working for you?”

[mingyanx-blog1]

♥ ❤ Reply for: @sparwei​ ❤ ♥

“You’re not the only one Yan. I feel that too.” He agreed, nodding his head lightly and not wanting to show sadness, specially when he can already tell that the pink haired female is going to burst into tears any minute. “Sometimes I can’t sleep at night thinking what they were doing, how’s their day. But yes, it is hard. but we gotta be strong for them. They’re counting on us to make them proud.” he stared at the female and pulled her close to a hug. “Come here, don’t be sad now.”

“Yes, that’s exactly how I felt.” she said in a softer tone, as she tries to fight back her tears. Hearing those words coming from a fellow Chinese, she’s really thankful that there’s someone who understand what she’s feeling. The homesickness, sadness both of them felt the same thing and share the same struggles. “I can’t sleep sometimes too knowing I’m not there with them. It sucks.” and there goes her tears, starting to flow  down her watery eyes. “Liwei...” she called him as she made herself get pulled by his embrace. she wrapped her arms around him and cried on his shoulder.

[aluneposting]

How is it that every time I read a well-written Astarion fanfiction (like yours) I always wind up crying a little? Vampire Cat has me all messed up in the heart and I am choosing to blame Neil for it.

LITERALLY HONESTLY SAME. every new piece of information i find out about astarion h its me like a pound of bricks & i have to lie down & contemplate my life choices because he is simultaneously the saddest little meow meow i've ever seen in my entire life & also the worst scrungly bastard i've ever had the misfortunate of looking at. i want to kiss his face 237482349 times but i would also shove him any time he opens his mouth to talk about becoming powerful because he isn't really himself when he hasn't had his Tav Juice Box :/

[birdsinew-a]

❝ What are you doing up there? Why aren’t you at the feast? ❞

                                     𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𝐎𝐇     ;     𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 .     neglecting duties ,   feigning interest ,    listening clumsily .     they've heard enough about what happens behind locked doors to be tempted to stay away from them .     night capers are their least favorite .     they would've been almost asleep if she hadn't said anything   /   eyes closed   /   heart still ,   but it's hard to sleep when your soulmate is only a step away .     𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 .     far too concerned with where their dream has left off and wondering if it could ever become true .     they rub daydreams from their eyes with the backs of their hands before gripping branches and sliding down ,   wiggling ,   legs and arms weak from sleep and fighting and arguing and riding .     their boots hardly make noise upon contact with the earth ,   and their hair loosened from most ceremonial ties only misses the mud just barely ,   even moreso when they dig their fingers into it and pull it to the top of their head and sloppily tie it back into place with the band that had previously been removed .     it feels odd to stand before her     ❪⠀𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨⠀❫     in a place outside of work     :     the jovial celebration inside is much more her flavor or so they thought .     they hold their hands behind their back and swallow the lump that grows in their throat every time they look at her .

𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 ,   𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 .     it's not that they didn't want to celebrate ,   look on at the others and cheer while thinking of all the things they'd done in the long night .     it's something else .     something different .     it pulls them away so that they could think in peace     ❪⠀𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮⠀❫     and what would have happened if they had ceased their promise and turned their face away from the pale moonlight .     such a cowardly consideration despite being after .     they aren't fit to look at her ,   much less speak to her .     ❛  i wanted to rest .  ❜     it isn't an exceptional lie   /   a half-truth   /   white ,   in all it's confession .     they end up smoothing their hands over their leathered attire ,   playing daintily with the straps before them .     ❛  the last thing i wanted to do was party after all the exhaustion ,   though i suppose i could be convinced to have some wine .   ❜     𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 .     they keep the rest of it to themself and try to wish away the complicated emotions that swell up whenever she's around .     they have a mission ,   a desire ,   a dream                                                              and instead of thinking about it ,   they find themself thinking about her and what all they could be doing if only this war were already over .     it's a feeling like homesickness that engulfs them .     it's funny .     the thought of homesickness without a home .