#漫言

[collegeoflore]

he won’t stop doing this……

#gale…. #gale. #are you okay. #tbh i am going to tag this it’s funny #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 #gale #漫言 #z plays bg3

[zodiacsea]

sometimes the sun is rising and casting everything in a storybook golden glow and you are stuck watching the reflection of it from the only window you can see from your office job desk and the window faces west. there’s a poem here i am too tired to find

#漫言

[collegeoflore]

wring you dry

pairing: nb!Tav/Astarion rating: T word count: 1,942 description: A few days after Astarion's first taste of Xarrai's blood and a tenday after the Nautiloid crash, he comes looking for another drink. They don't make it easy for him. more context: Xarrai is a tiefling bard and courtesan with the charlatan background, and an escaped Banite cultist. Any pronouns are fine (though I stick with they/them here for clarity.) ao3 link: here

Xarrai wades into the water up to their waist and shudders with the pleasant pain of its coolness, wine-dark skin prickling to gooseflesh in the moonlight. Even the tributaries of the Chionthar run strong in high summer, still fed by the inland snowmelt and springs like the one above their camp, and they feel the flexing muscles of the current tug at their legs, their hips - not enough to drag them under, but enough to tempt them out, deeper into the reflection of the star-flecked sky. This, at least, is a comfort - even miles from Baldur's Gate, the Chionthar still runs, still pulls and tugs and tempts, still lives. If they had to land beside any river, they think as they drag their fingertips across the rippled surface like the strings of their lyre, they are glad it was theirs. 

With a shiver, they disappear beneath the dark water. For a single crystal moment they float there, knees drawn up to their chest, hair wrapping around their horns in black tendrils, eyes shut tight against the cold. All of it is gone - the abduction, the tadpoles, the druids' grove, the goblins, the vampire - all of it dissolved in the cold, clear water. They hold their breath until their lungs burn and let their mind be blissfully, achingly still. 

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#astarion #astarion/tav #tavstarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 fic #tav/astarion #oc. xarrai #r. hold me like a knife #story journal #漫言 #title is from tongues & teeth by the crane wives :) #i rly intended to post this after another fic i'm working on bc that's how they fit chronologically but. whatever. who cares. #this one is fun tho :)

[collegeoflore]

#this is assuming it’s like. 70 degrees. perfectly neutral temp #i’m torn bc i want him to be a prissy princess in his pile of pillows but also #the man has a wooden plank in his tent. #fuck it i’ll put this in the tag. i want opinions #astarion #漫言

[collegeoflore]

the little throwaway line astarion has when you’re looking through cazador’s things that’s like “if he controlled half of these people he could own the city and no one would even know” is so interesting bc like. he clearly does Not control them unless somehow gortash is unaware? cazador is a non-entity in gortash’s plans, there’s no mention of him anywhere and it’s like. so clear he does not actually hold significant power? which could be 1. just an oversight on larian’s part and really he Should be powerful or 2. very deliberately contrasting the way astarion sees cazador vs cazador’s actual place in the city’s politics. because of course you would perceive the person who has total control over your life as having control outside of that, too, but in reality he’s a sad little man making a play at greatness with little to show for it. there’s something to be said for the way he plays out his power fantasies with his powerless spawn as a sort of surrogate for the political power he Wants to have and how he convinces his spawn he’s more important than he is because he can but i don’t necessarily have the brainpower at the moment to rly express it LMAO i just think it’s super interesting to see the contrast between how cazador wants to be seen and his actual place in the city

#漫言 #i am very inclined to believe him being unimportant to gortash is 100% intentional but it Could be an oversight potentially #i just like it better if it’s not

[zodiacsea]

tax party is going well we r experiencing cow girl hypnosis

#漫言

[collegeoflore]

no one could stop me from guild wars 2 posting here if i wanted. i’m beaming charr lae’zel into all of your minds as we speak

#i was going to say sylvari astarion but that’s literally canach. #that’s just canach. he’s already there. #anyway norn shadowheart and charr karlach are also on the table #gale is an asura i’m sorry to say. #i love the asura but they r Not fuckable to me. so it’s a shame he is one. but he is. #wyll is still human but that’s actually a huge slay bc i love gw2 humans #like he could totally be sylvari but he’s literally from divinity’s reach i cannot see him anywhere else #anyway this has been today’s autism posting. i have 1400 hours in guild wars 2. #漫言

[zodiacsea]

moved my laptop to find her being sooo demure and cute

#漫言 #arwen cat #her little crossed pawssss

[collegeoflore]

OOPS LMAO

#漫言 #z plays bg3 #i’m reloading but LOL

[zodiacsea]

i forgot swimming with fresh tattoos is bad so now i’m sending like 3 booking requests at once to try and get everything i want done before summer LOL

#going to be extremely broke for a minute. LOL #漫言

[collegeoflore]

my only two moods r “i’m a creative genius” and “i need to delete everything and change my name and leave the country” with basically no in between i think.

#i am going to. edit. today #and maybe that will fix me #(it won’t) #(having something actually done probably will tho) #漫言

[zodiacsea]

doing it for her…….

#free foot pic i guess. sorry #arwen cat #漫言

[zodiacsea]

little guy dot com

#he says mom why r u still awake it’s citrine time #漫言 #citrine tag #snakes cw

[collegeoflore]

one kiss at a time

pairing: nb!Tav/Astarion

rating: g

word count: 1,016

description: After all, everyone knows bards are particularly good with their tongues. (Or: bardic inspiration is best given mouth to mouth.)

more context: Xarrai is a tiefling bard with the charlatan background, and an escaped Banite cultist. Any pronouns are fine (though I stick with they/them here for clarity.)

ao3 link: here

“It’s bigger than I expected.”

Xarrai isn’t wrong. Astarion cranes his neck to look up at the construct, a hulking pile of metal and arcane energy. It glows with the heat of the lava that flows out of the pipe it crawled from, the molten rock filling the depressions in the floor. Xarrai and Karlach stand at the thing’s feet, silhouetted by the glow. Slowly and mechanically, the massive creature raises its blade.

Xarrai is too late. They move, but not far enough – the swing throws them backwards, skidding across the stone floor and crashing into Astarion’s legs. They tilt their head back to look up at him. Their eyes are clear and bright, adrenaline thrumming in their veins. “And maybe a little stronger than I expected.”

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#astarion #astarion/tav #tav/astarion #tavstarion #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 fic #astarion ancunin #story journal #oc. xarrai #r. hold me like a knife #漫言 #HERE U GO i did it. enjoy.

[collegeoflore]

let’s take ibuprofen together

#漫言 #astarion

[zodiacsea]

could a depressed person do this [drinks a milkshake in the shower]

#thank u ramza for bringing me a free milkshake from ur job. i owe u my life #漫言