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happy april 30th!

#JC Chasez #NSYNC #April 30 #it's gonna be May #reblarg

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emojis are dead eyed and soulless yet their only purpose is to convey emotion. how did people fuck this up so badly??

#I really do miss the blob #reblarg

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DRAGON AGE: AWAKENING;

velanna. 🌿

#Velanna #Dragon Age Awakening #DAA #Dragon Age #reblarg

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Excuse the naked dragonborn, I LOVE how colorful the dragonborns can be!

#Orakith #other people's tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #reblarg #😍

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“Wake now, you’ll feel better,”

The words of the dream visitor echoed in Majexatl’s mind, even as they tasted bile in their mouth, clothes nearly soaked through with sweat, hands clenched into fists so hard they were numb despite the dried blood crusting around their fingers and palms where their nails had dug into the skin. 

Him.

It couldn’t be him. 

Could it? 

His face was burned into their mind, as much as they wanted time to erase it, the memories haunted them every time they closed their eyes.

Yet… this wasn’t a memory. He wasn’t a memory. When Majexatli last saw his face, it was youthful and soft, the face of someone who had yet to live 3 decades. When they last had seen him, their own face had been young, their horns not fully grown.

When Majexatli looked at their reflection now, they could see the lines on their face, crows feet at the corner of their eyes, far too much grey in their hair than there should be. Wherever he was, he wouldn’t be as aged as them, elves aged differently, even though he was older than them. He would look like—

The figure in their dream, face more angular, the faintest lines on his forehead, around eyes that reflected more experience, even as his hair was still vibrant bronze like a sunset. Young by elven standards, without any of the deep lines on Majexatli’s face, without the salt-and-pepper hair that seemed to grow more grey by the year.

If things had gone slightly differently, their child would have barely looked younger than him.

Majexatli felt like they were going to be sick. Despite that, they couldn’t seem to stop their mind from playing the dream over and over in their mind.

The tenderness in his eyes, the way he had gently stroked their feverish forehead, carefully pushing back the stray hairs matted to their face with sweat.

“I came just in time,”

Their stomach lurched as they quickly shoved their face into their makeshift pillow to muffle the sob that escaped their lips. 

The sound echoed faintly off the stone, Majexatli could only hope they were far away enough from the main camp that whatever noise carried could be dismissed as distant noises from the Goblin camp on the other side of the ruins.

Majexatli wasn’t sure if the sob was of fear, of disgust, of despair. Did they feel sick and breathless and terrified from seeing his face, hearing his voice, feeling his hands on their skin? Or was it because they woke up alone, woke up having to remember everything they lost, having to remember everything they did just to feel his warmth, having to remember that they had never earned that tenderness even when they had been dying in front of him—

Another sob escaped their lips, barely muffled by their pillow. 

Their companions had set up tents and bedrolls and a fire in a large open hall, still largely intact, though in poor state after so many years abandoned. A few smaller chambers connected to the space, and Majexatli had taken their bedroll into one of them, a space that perhaps once was a chapel.

They didn’t trust themselves in their sleep, they always slept with a dagger or two within reach. Majexatli liked their companions, they wanted to trust them, but even that wouldn’t stop them if one of them startled Majexatli in their sleep or got too close during prayer—

Or a nightmare.

But this wasn’t a nightmare, it was real. It wasn’t like any of the nightmare’s Majexatli had become so accustomed to. How many times did they close their eyes and see his face as it was back then, how many times did they fall asleep and find themselves once again a trembling youth kneeling before him, how many times did they wake up screaming and only to have to remember they were decades and hundreds of miles away from what was in their dreams. 

This was different. He was different. He spoke to them, not as an echo of a memory, he looked at them and saw Majexatli not the Asha they had been—

An illithid trick, it had to be. It had to be. It had to be. A side effect of the parasite in their brain. But why would it chose him, why him. And why did he look older, why did seem so real and three-dimensional instead of a ghost of the past replaying the same moments over and over again. How could it be him?

With each rapid breath, they could feel the wounds on their back threatening to split open, they hadn’t even bothered to tend to them or dress them after leaving Abdirak’s bloodied shrine.

Majexatli remembered Lae’zel’s promise the previous night, that she would finish off everyone if the sickness didn’t pass by dawn. Camp was quiet, though, the sound of some speaking soundly, others beginning to stir quietly. No screams of agony or snapping bones, it seemed the visitor was telling the truth, that he would protect them from ceremorphosis.

Yet, Majexatli couldn’t help but want to lay there, let Lae’zel find them still feverish and sickly and let her slit their throat. Maybe someone would bury them with a tenderness they didn’t deserve.

Someone would stop Lae’zel, though, before she could give them the death they deserved. For some reason everyone at camp seemed to like them, look to them for guidance. No one would let Lae’zel end their suffering like this.

Wildshape came to them too easily, it was even easier to sneak out of camp, prowl the decrepit temple ruins. Majexatli needed the hunt, needed to sink their teeth into something and forget.

The goblin was one they recongized as being one of the torturers. He hardly put up a fight. Majexatli let their fear bleed out with his blood. 

As they returned to camp, mind clearer, they tried to rationalize it. It must have been an illithid trick, some strange manipulation or symptom of ceremorphosis. Walking back to their bedroll, though, Majexatli didn’t feel alone. They could feel something watching them, something with them.

A memory came to mind. Uninvite, sickening and bitter. 

An elven hair stick, set with turquoise. 

“The stone will let me find you wherever you are, so you never have to be alone,”

They had pried the stone from the stick decades ago, smashed it to dust and left the pieces scattered miles apart across the Northwest. But they hadn’t forgotten what it felt like to have that stone. It was like being in a cage, like having clipped wings, like having a leash around their throat. 

They had sworn they would never let themselves be captive like that again.

But here they were.

#Majexatli #other people's tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #reblarg #😭😭😭

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How Vissenta looks to me, regardless of what the character creator makes her look like.

#Vissenta #other people's durge #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #reblarg #😍

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let my touch bring you solace

#Ilina Gavren #Gan #Étoile #other people's tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #Tav x Tav #Tav x OC #I'm going to figure out an otp name for them 🤔

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Wasn't quite sure how to fill out the submissive vs dominant part for him; he comes off as a dominant person day to day non-romantically, but prefers a submissive role in a relationship. (He is attracted to men who are actually able to at least match or even overpower him.)

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#Cassius #other people's tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #reblarg #my boy Cassius 🥺

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Jujustu College Football Team😛

#JJK #jujutsu kaisen #reblarg

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[Content ID: art of two elf Baldur’s Gate 3 original characters. One character lays back while the other hovers over them, leaning on an arm not visible due to their hair. Their noses touch as if they could share a kiss. The character laying back is atop a pile of red, brown, green and orange pillows, on a bed with a gold sheet whose wood frame can just be seen in the bottom right corner. Behind them there is a beige wall paper with purple patterns of flowers and shapes, fashioned after what can be found in the Elfsong Tavern. The elf laying back has their hair fashioned in a long ponytail segmented with gold rings, and is wearing a mauve shirt and pink undergarments, as well as a visible gold earring and a visible brid skull earring. The elf laying back has one hand reaching out to the side of the character hovered over them, and another hand hooked in their partner's half-removed pants. The character on their hands and knees has their hair loose, and is raising one hand to twist it up out of the way from the other character (and from the audience). The character on their hands and knees wears pale blue undergarments, and red pants with a black waistband. /End ID]

Incidental nose kiss. 🥺

Thank you to @razrogue for allowing my oc Étoile (they/them) to share your oc Gan's (she/they) company from time to time; and trusting me to depict them. dfghdgfh

Crops below the cut.

And I feel obligated to link the hair mod that Gan's do is. (:

#Ilina Gavren #Gan #Étoile #other people's tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #reblarg #bouncing off the walls over them rn 🥹 #unhinged post incoming 😈

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thanks to you (Astarion & Tav)

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Summary: A simple visit to a vendor sparked something bigger than he could have ever expected…

Astarion couldn’t recall as a spawn or from his previous life, having anyone on his side that looked after him. Took care of him. Believed in him when others doubted. Gan had been honest about what they wanted even when he hadn’t been so forthright. Even when he was set in his old instinctive ways and trying to keep up his mask, they just chipped away at it at every turn. Many nights they'd walk off from camp, talking about whatever. It was superficial at first, he played the cards he knew. Smile, flirt, seduce, manipulate, it was all familiar for him. Over time though, his usual tactics began failing him. The fractures continued and the facade began to fall away. Then they reached Moonrise and it all seemed like it was ready to come down at last.

She’d introduced herself as Araj Oblodra, trader in the sanguineous arts. A bit over the top he thought to himself but nothing wrong with a little flair. As she chatted away with Gan, he’d noticed her eyes kept darting over to him while they talked stock and potions. Gan noticed it too and finally asked what was her deal.

“You haven't stopped looking at my companion since we walked up,” Gan replied, mildly annoyed.  The trader finally spoke up about her sideways glances.

“Perhaps we could discuss your friend. He’s a vampire, no? A spawn perhaps?”

Astarion swiftly threw up his hands innocuously, "Oh don't worry, we're all friends under the Absolute. I won’t bite."

“Oh but I’d prefer if you did. I assume he belongs to you, no?”

Gan glimpsed over at Astarion before answering, barely masking their disdain, “...he’s his own person.”

Araj clapped as if she'd been told a cute joke, “How utterly adorable. You actually let him believe that.”

The audacity of this lady knew no bounds. Gan sensed Gale moving a little closer to them, ready to diffuse if things got a little heated. She proceeded to address him, “do you have a name, spawn?”

“Astarion, b-bb-but wait…”  He leaned back. The tension was becoming thick and unnerving, he should have just walked away.

“Good. Now Astarion, I’ve dreamt of being bitten by a vampire since I was a young girl.”

"I’m sorry, what? You want to be bitten?? Actually bitten???" In most situations, people were afraid of that happening and here she was lusting for it.

“To feel your life’s blood slipping away? To dance on the edge between life and death?” The drow closed her eyes as she uttered a barely perceptible moan.

“Yes, I want it. Your efforts won’t go in vain. I can provide you with a potion of legendary power.” Araj crossed her arms as if she was putting up her best and final bartering offer.

“It’s not for sale. I will only part with it if you bite me.”

His response was prompt, though not the one she wanted, "I will have to decline."

“Excuse me?? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you’re squandering it.”

His tadpole reached out for Gan’s, teasing at the edges of their mind, the sensation quickly building from uneasy to disgusted.

"I gave you my answer," he huffed with finality.

Astarion watched as the vendor ignored him and continued prodding Gan to make him comply with her request. As the minutes passed, a sinking feeling began weighing on him. He was sure he'd just have to work his way through it for all of their sake. Having traveled with Gan for many weeks now, knowing that they hardly ever hesitated when it came to their own wants and needs, he didn't expect what unfolded in that moment. Gan tilted their head at Araj, listening to the drow sulk about Astarion not fulfilling her wish, speaking about him as if he was a thing for her to play with. Astarion had said no. Gan had backed him up. The vendor had ignored them both. He watched as Gan began closing the distance between them. Araj, still prattling on, was oblivious to the small rogue's motions as she approached. He watched in shock as Araj abruptly quieted, eyes widening a bit in terror as she stared at the hooded elf. The drow slowly stepped back and crashed into the table behind her. Bottles and flasks tumbled over and she took the moment to turn around and attend to the mess. Astarion quickly composed himself before Gan turned around to the party and motioned for them to depart. 

Leaving the tower, they had a small trek to get back to Last Light Inn. It gave him time to ponder what had happened and why it'd affected him so much. Almost any other time, he would just check out but he didn't. When he was about to slip back into that darkness, they'd kept him out. Astarion wasn't exactly sure why it touched him in such a way. They didn't really do anything amazing. Not like he’d been swept off his feet. No grand gesture or anything. No sweeping declarations of love which the thought of made him queasy to be honest. They just stood up for him. Didn't walk away when he'd needed them most. And he thought to himself they had a habit of doing that. Whether it was someone by his side, a bandage for his wounds, dining together , or just a good laugh, they'd been there. It was all quite frustrating honestly. No one helped worms like him. Not when there was gold to be had and least of all when they gained nothing in return. Even though their first meeting was by dagger, Gan didn't hold it against him. And after they'd told him it might be useful to have a vampire by their side, he always knew where he stood with them.

All these thoughts racing through his mind, he found it hard to settle once they were back at the inn. Shadowheart and Gale were perched on stools while Gan played bartender and topped everyone off. Astarion sat over by himself, nursing his wine goblet. Why was he feeling this way? What was this? He knew he wouldn’t be able to rest until he’d given them a piece of his mind. He quickly knocked back the goblet and strode towards the bar, determined to get this off his chest and out of his mind so he could think clearly again.

Astarion sidled up next to Gale, faking interest in whatever the three of them were chatting about. When he saw an opening, he nodded, hoping they’d picked up his signal. Still engaged, he saw their eyes quickly dart towards the side door, not missing a beat in their discussion with Shadowheart. He remained for a little bit longer, teasing Gale and debating Shadowheart until he was able to slip away during a natural lull in their discussion.

He headed towards the small cliff just outside the inn by the lake. It was just outside of Isobel’s protection but the fairy’s blessing still illuminated him so he felt safe enough anyway. Astarion didn’t know how much time had passed but between his thoughts and the gentle lapping of the water, he didn’t notice that Gan had finally joined him.

They stood closely beside him, peering out across the water into the vast darkness in silence. The two of them continued to stand there, hands almost grazing, until Astarion couldn't stand it anymore.

"I think we need to talk."

He'd turned to face them, ready to get this bit of unpleasantness over with. He'd say what he had to say, listen to them laugh him off, then all of this could be behind them.

Astarion was gearing up to deflect their response because surely this was going to be a disaster but he wouldn't let them see him suffer. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Gan turned to face him, sliding their cape hood down, freeing their coppery red coils from their hooded confinement. Astarion gasped quietly to himself. This was going to be tougher than he thought and he was wishing he'd drowned the thoughts out with wine so he didn't have to deal with this. They looked up at him and for a quick second he lost himself in their brown depths, until their voice finally broke through the fog.

"Are you all right?"

He didn't expect this to be easy but hearing them ask about his well being was just another crack among the others in his crumbling facade. It wasn't like they'd never asked him before but maybe with the state he was in, this moment felt like a little more than those times. They weren't fresh out of a battle, everyone looking over themselves to make sure no one was injured seriously. This was close and intimate and Astarion decided he better finish quickly.

"What? Oh yes, I think." 

He closed his eyes briefly. The scrutiny was too much even though all the pressure was from his own imagination. With a quick breath, he continued.

"I just wanted to thank you."

Gan stood quietly for a minute before finally asking, "thank me for…?"

He swallowed over the building knot in his throat.

"When we were in the tower…" Astarion paused, "...that vile drow." Her insistence turned demand, how she disregarded his response then his presence carried shades of things he didn’t like remembering and could never forget. As they all stood there, the moment growing tense, Astarion was moments away from just saying it was fine. He'd just suffer through it like he always did.

"I spent two hundred years using my body to lure pretty things back for my master." Nights in taverns plying fools with alcohol, lacing every honeyed word, sinking hooks into them until they'd found themselves back in the palace, unceremoniously dumped as food for his master.

"I was a slave. My wants didn't matter. I was there to do his bidding. That was my worth." When you have something repeatedly instilled into you, being told you're unworthy, your value is less than the dirt you walked upon, it becomes a persistent thought in your mind. The bravado was all an act. An act that he played well. He knew his place and his role as a plaything for others. Then a late night in an alley in Baldur's Gate changed everything. 

The nerves were getting to him. He fussed with a loose thread on his sleeve, trying to settle them so he could just get through this unfortunate chat.

"You could have asked the same of me. Throw myself at her and get whatever she was offering us. It was probably going to be useful! And we need all the tools we can get..."

Astarion threw his head back. Gods, he just wanted to walk away and drown the rest of his thoughts in the poor excuses for wine inside the inn. He'd go hunting but shadow cursed lands aren't fertile grounds for food. 

"Look, you didn't ask me to do something I didn't want to do. And I'm grateful."

Gan, listened and watched as he went through a battery of emotions, before they finally spoke up again.

"I didn't really do anything. You make your own choices now, Astarion."

That one little statement spoken and his knees felt like they'd buckle beneath him. He was making his own choices. There was no master out here since he walked away from the nautiloid crash. No one compelling him to act and behave however they wanted. It was all him now. These were his decisions to make, for better or for worse.

"This is a novel concept, I must admit. And a little intimidating." He turned back to the water, swallowing his discomfort. They'd given him something to ponder without realizing it. Were these feelings he thought he had really about them? Was this about Gan and him coming to terms with something they may have? Or could this be about the newfound freedom he found himself thrust into? A freedom he was trying to understand because centuries had been spent without it. When you're under an overbearing presence that rules your life and it's suddenly snatched away, how do you navigate without it? How do you move about when that domineering hold is all you know?

Astarion cleared his throat. "Yes well…thank you…truly." 

Gan stood there quietly for a few moments more before finally turning to leave, "You're welcome."

With a quick pat on his back, they set back off towards the building. Before they'd gotten too far, they called back to him, "Astarion?" He turned towards them with a solemn look. 

Gan remarked with a sly smirk, "no one tells my personal attack vampire what to do but me." And with that, Gan walked off, leaving a chuckling Astarion to his thoughts.

#Ilina Gavren #Gan #Astarion Ancunin #Astarion #Astarion x Tav #Astarion romance #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 spoilers #razblarg

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✨ in your arms... ✨

@sinizade brought this scene from my fic, Baby You're The Devil I Know, to life and I couldn't be happier with the result! 🥰

Thank you so much and go get yourself some art from them!!!

#Ilina Gavren #Gan #BG3 tav #BG3 OC #evil tav #Astarion Ancunin #Astarion #Ascended Astarion #Ascendant Astarion #Astarion x Tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #otp: hand in despicable hand #nsft #razblarg #these two are deliciously evil and in love 🥹

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I would like to nominate "You promised" "I know" as one of the most heartbreaking exchanges in the english language

#🥹 #reblarg #nooooo

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For their anniversary, they go out dancing and have drinks, drain a person (or three) dry, then end the evening having the hottest, sloppiest, bloodiest sex imaginable. Their most trusted servant brings them breakfast in bed the next day, they exchange gifts, and then have the most indulgent sex imaginable where it's just slow paced and full of biting each other and orgasms and laughter.

they might have more bloody fun that day too if somebody looks at them wrong or breathes too loud and ruins their blissful anniversary high...who knows 🤷🏾‍♀️😆

#Astarion Ancunin #Astarion #Ascended Astarion #Ascendant Astarion #Ilina Gavren #Gan #BG3 tav #BG3 OC #evil tav #Astarion x Tav #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #razmeta #nsft #I've been in a particular mood since yesterday and this is just the first of a few unhinged posts coming today and tomorrow 🫣😂 #also fuck gi phy and their bullshit

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[Content ID: art of an original character and Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3. On the left, the original character is visible from waist up as they are seated out of frame. They extend their arm closer to the audience so their fingers touch Astarion's stomach and their arm farther from the audience behind his back. The original character is topless, with long hair pulled back over pointed elven ears. Their eyes are closed and they have a slight smile. There are two puncture wounds on their neck, with blood dripping down. There is a smudge of red, seemingly blood, in the shape of lips on the corner of their jaw, indicating a previous kiss. On the right, Astarion is standing, but bent forward. He extends his arm closer to the audience across the original character's forearm, holding at the elbow, and his arm farther from the audience disappears behind them as if in an embrace. His face is scrunched up in a kiss against the original character's forehead. His lips are stained with blood. He is wearing his usual camp outfit. /End ID]

I received this wonderfully soft and intimate couple sketch commission from @ghostwise of my high elf tav oc Étoile and Astarion. I'm in love with their shapes and the flow of Étoile's hair and Astarion's curls and the wrinkles of his face — as well as their jaws!? Just everything.

I was trying to decide on one of three poses for this commission and I'm glad I picked this one. That it is a sketch makes it feel dreamy, I think. Something for the elves to revisit in reverie years down the line.

#Étoile #other people's tav #Astarion #BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 #reblarg #blood #🥺🥺🥺 #long post

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You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

#LMAO #fandom critical #reblarg

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Immy as The Sun 🌺☀️

#Imryll Lavellan #Dragon Age Inquisition #DAI #Dragon Age #reblarg #Immy!