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zensations35 · 3 months

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how do you think specific marvel characters (specifically tony stark) would sneeze? like manner of sneezing and pre and post sneeze, etc etc -

or like how would they handle a cold or allergies?

any snzcanons really :)

GODS I LOVE MARVEL ASKS (*/ω＼*)

Ok, so, I showed this off a big in my fic Viral Paradox but I'll hash it out here too!

Tony:

EH FUCK IT. Unrestrained. "Idgaf who sees me sneeze" mindset (except maybe under certain circumstances?)

He might hold back when he's hiding illness, but honestly he probably doesn't do that much, as we see him going back and forth on screen hiding and being openly fucked up on screen. He's got issues and I think it's very situational how he'd handle sneeze or illness.

Definitely a wet sneezer tho 🤭And he'd 100% indulge our kink.

Bruce:

Kittenish. Ironic. And it makes everyone snort with restrained laughter. He gets embarrassed but has a (witty?) remark for anyone who has a snipe about it (usually Tony).

"You don't want to see me when I hulk sneeze."

Tony: "That's super gross, dude."

Bruce: *glare*

Natasha:

*sneezes*

Everyone stares in shock.

Nat: *glowers*

Suddenly everyone's phones all become so interesting.

Nat absolutely stifles. I'll talk about other stiflers, but there are two Main Stiflers on the list, and it's Natasha and Loki (I'll cover him later). These two are the ones who have that 'get it on lockdown dammit!' mindset where they can't bee seen as weak (very similar trauma and backgrounds of people who make them feel weak unless certain criteria are met). Viewing illness or sneezing in general weakness is TRACK for Nat.

Also she basically RUNS the Avenger household and while Tony thinks he could do it fine, Nat knows (and Bruce knows it to lol) that things would hit shit very quickly if Nat left it in his hands, so she just Needs to take a bunch of Dayquil and muscle through ok? It'll be fiiiiine.

(Bonus, she does have a backup plan just in case and it involves putting Pepper briefly in charge of Big Brain stuff --with everyone except Tony making superhero decisions 🤣)

Side Note: Y'all, I give Tony a lot of shit, but just know he's a top tier character for me. I know he's smart and capable. His character development is fucking PEAK. I absolutely would die for him. I just love picking on early Tony.

Cap:

Used to be very sickly; asthma, allergies, the works. He's constantly expecting things to set him off. Probably still has an inhaler (just in case!) But super serum means not much makes with the sniffles. The Avenger fam, however, doesn't know anything other than "Cap is super resilient haha!"

So, when he actually does sneeze, they all freak out OMG OMG IT'S A SUPERBUG™ !! All except Bucky, who i just...reading the paper all chill.

"Relax, yall. Steve's just..." and then he shares a look with Cap and a silent convo... 'are you alright?'

Bruce does bloodwork anyway.

Cap Part 2:

I also like this hc where Cap has been under the ice for so long Steve is photic?? Even though it's not canon I Desire it. Maybe to keep it 'consistent' (i mean, do I really NEED a reason but hufhufhu~) it could be early days only.

Lots of teary eyed squinting and hitching in bright lights, especially while he's being evaluated during the early days of ice recovery. Doctors were annoyed, having to pause their work for random sneezing.

As for snz sound, I image there's a P in there somewhere. Y'all know I like my Z's, but for Cap I think more of a "psh!" or something in that vein.

Thor:

Uhhh God of Thunder. Need I say more? SURE? A pic is worth a thousand words. And this commission says it all, really.

Loud. Booming really. A THUNDER GOD SNZ ECHOS and he's...proud of it. Ahahaha...oh he'll apologize. But yeah. He's fucking proud.

-> This guy can not do the sneeze while hiding scenario. Not...um...unless it ends with getting caught. And...zapped. Which, well, I am prone to writing. Sooooo~

Here's where I'm open to interpretation with Thor. I lean more torward him being a WHINLY LIL SHIT when he's sick, because (I read a few of the Loki/Thor Marvel canon novels because I'm a huge gd nerd) and as younguns it just REFLECTS the whole 'golden child' treatment and 'Thor ate that spaghetti so welll! Good job Thor!!' So I want to say...(and we do see this in the movies, especially early on) he expects special treatment. So, getting sick? *nods sagely*

Thor laying bonelessly across the bed: "You have to take care of me. Bring me <insert special food and drink specifically from Asgard>."

Random Avenger: "....you know I can't actually go there, right?"

Loki:

Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Magic ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･fuckinggg Magic chaos sneezes bitches!! Break shit! Stop time! Shit flying around space! Opportunities are endless, really.

And Mr. 'Pardon Me' and 'My Deepest Apologies' definitely has a handkerchief thanks and it's not gross because he can clean it with said ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･MAGIC⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ so.

Our Dapper Asshole stifles because sneezing is weak and how !dare! a sneeze think about making him look weak--and if he has to he will discard it as quickly as possible.

So, as with Nat above, there's the trauma of being seen as weak from younger years in Asgard. I really wish we'd had a Loki prequel or something in the Marvel movies (there's still time Marvel!! *cough!!*) But in the official Loki novels, you can see it.

I would go into detail about this but when I tried to explain it I LITERALLY TYPED FIVE PARAGRAPHS MORE OF SHIT yall 🫣If you ever think I'm making up backstory for Thor or Loki, nahhh I farm my info organically, grass fed. Just trust me. He has major Misfit Syndrome (and as a fellow Misfit Child with a Golden sibling, I think I get their dialogue down better than most of my other writing tbh)

Ok, ahem, back to snz (sorry...) And of course when Loki gets sick his sneezes become less restrained and UnForTunaTelY he just can't stifle woe is him poor baby 👿

Maria:

Soft but firm snz.

I had a paintball partner once whose nose got itchy when he got stressed. I hc that for Maria. She's in a situation where she needs her gun out, and it never fails--her nose flares up.

Scrunching it, she dips into a grated, sometimes growled, half-stifle. Something quick. Eyes closed for the least amount of time possible. Efficiency is important.

Clint:

I know him the least unfortunately. He's not a fave (don't judge me 😭) I'm still wrecked that he was chosen over Nat, my darling momma who WAS RUNNING EVERYTHING AND NO WONDER EVERYTHING IS ABSOLUTE CHAOS RIGHT NOW WHAT DID I JUST SAY EARLIER (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

*straightens bowtie* Aaaanyway. I think Clint would get sick and hole up. Avoid people like a recluse. He'd have a messy sneeze and a tissue pile and just STOP cleaning up after himself.

"I'll get to that later. Fuck it." And when he feels better, finally, there are just takeout boxes, microwave dinners, and tissues piled up in a raccoon trash nest around the couch and he's like "...I deserve this."

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fukiana · 2 months

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MASS EFFECT 3: LEGENDARY EDITION (2021) dev. Bioware

#gamingedit #meedit #me3edit #meleedit #mass effect #me3 #aria t'loak #nyreen kandros #gif*#m: me #m: me3

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mona-mayfairs · 5 months

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LANDON KIRBY ↴ Legacies | Not All Those Who Wonder Are Lost ( 4x12 )

#landon kirby #legaciesedit #tvdversegifs #tvdverseedit #aria shahghasemi #landonkirbyedit #tvedit #userbru #cinemapix #legaices #*m

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soracities · 1 year

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Yi Lei, from "Nature Aria" (trans. Tracy K. Smith and Changtai Bi) [transcript in ALT]

#q #lit #quotes #poetry #yi lei #nature aria #typography #i was a bride married to amazement #life everlasting #m #x

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fated-mates · 2 months

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A classic among classics, we’re talking ENEMIES TO LOVERS this week! We get to the bottom of what we think of as “enemies,” and how it differs from “rivals-to-lovers” and “friends-to-enemies-to-lovers” and “friends-to-lovers” (jk, we’ll never understand friends-to-lovers). We revisit some of our very favorite romances, talk about stakes, about impossible situations, and about how sexy hating someone can be.

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eldritchamy · 2 months

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What the shit. Fighting a god in hand to hand combat as a gold dragon using immovable rods goes so fucking hard and it’s the backstory for a character that’s just in the main backstory???????? AMY???

You know how a lot of people, when making DND characters, make the mistake of having their level 1 PC have an elaborate backstory where they're super badass and already recognized as a hero?

When I made Ash I did the opposite. Her backstory is elaborate, yes, but in very mundane ways that inform her personality and how she perceives the world around her, and build up the logic of how she makes decisions.

I made everyone AROUND my PC a super powerful character who had done incredible things, and I gave Ash anxiety about it.

She feels, constantly, that she is inadequate by comparison. Her entire frame of reference is shaped by a bunch of women in her life that are outstandingly powerful, and she's just a quiet girl who makes leather goods and sells them for a living. She thinks of herself as the NPC in other people's more impressive lives.

Her mother, Lailah, is a nearly seven foot tall divine warrior created in Elysium to destroy Pit Fiends. She's an angel of lightning built like an MMA fighter, and she wields a weapon like piece of a lightning bolt (not stylized, I mean a real, glowing crackling arc of electricity that she holds like a staff and can be used like anything from a polearm to a spear to a whip, and when thrown it acts like a Lightning Bolt spell). She is built, both narratively and in game stats, to be an unkillable holy destroyer, capable of fighting MULTIPLE PIT FIENDS simultaneously, and winning. She's a CR 10+ magical creature (she's a homebrewed mix of Deva and Erinyes stat blocks with some unique flavor) with eighteen class levels, 16 in Zealot Barbarian and 2 in Fighter. She has a strength of 27 and a constitution of 25. She's designed to deal HUGE amounts of damage, tank unfathomable amounts in turn, NOT DROP WHEN SHE HITS ZERO HITPOINTS, and keep swinging until every devil in her way is a pile of dust, then use bonus action Second Wind to bring herself back above 0 so she doesn't incur the auto-death caveat on Zealot Barbarian's Rage Beyond Death ability. One of her attuned items is also the very simple uncommon item "Periapt of Wound Closure" which automatically stabilizes you at the start of your turn, thereby resetting the death saving throws she would theoretically have to make each time she gets hit below 0. Also, as an angel, she's innately immune to auto-death effects like Power Word Kill, which closes almost all loopholes that get around her build. She is UNSPEAKABLY badass. I ran a simulated round of combat with her once, and she could potentially one-shot a CR 15 Skittering Horror (228 HP) in a single turn. Her theoretical maximum damage output is like, 456 damage in a turn (granted this assumes all crits and rolling max damage).

So that's Ash's mom.

Aria is interesting. She was always strongly attuned to the forces of nature, and her magic grew quickly. Where Ash grew up with someone she knew would always be there to protect her from anything, Aria did NOT have that safety net, and spent her formative years learning to be more self-sufficient in terms of relying on her own power. So eventually she got sucked into an adventuring party consisting of herself (a tiefling Witch subclass with very strong druid flavor), a tiefling zealot barbarian, and a couple of elf twins who were an Arcana cleric and a Celestial Warlock. Sometime after they had made a name for themselves, they were tasked with stopping a suspected fledgling vampire who had been kidnapping girls and killing a bunch of people. When they arrived, they met Cass, who was very much NOT a new vampire. She was almost 150 years old and had been protecting women from abusers and overzealous debt collectors, and things had gotten a little messy with one or two of them, leading to a lot more attention than she normally got. They start off fighting Cass (Aria polymorphs herself into a dire wolf and lunges directly for the throat, which Cass found amusing and impressive) but realize in the banter that Cass wasn't the real problem, and she ends up being a sort of a lesson for the group in terms of whose word they trust and who they take jobs from (YES THE BACKSTORY'S BACKSTORY HAS NARRATIVE ARCS AND MORAL LESSONS THAT LEAD TO LONG TERM CHARACTER GROWTH OKAY I CAN'T HELP MYSELF). Cass, having a particular rapport with Aria, ends up joining their party as a dhampir Soulknife Rogue/Shadow Monk.

Yes, that's all backstory that I made up for an imaginary campaign that exists entirely as a set piece for Aria as one of Ash's story NPCs. This doesn't even touch on the fact that I liked Cass so much as a character that I gave HER an entire backstory of her own. I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM.

Anyway the team only makes a bigger name for themselves for handling things that other groups can't. Eventually, they just happen to be in the Tenth District when the War of the Spark happens (major established event in the MTG canon), and I basically added some extra "scenes" to it that didn't violate existing canon so I could have that be the climax of their imaginary campaign. One of Aria's partners was a new planeswalker at the time and her spark got harvested by the Dreadhorde, specifically by the god eternal Bontu.

Gods in Magic The Gathering aren't honestly that special? They don't seem to have THAT much power, all things considered. Ravnica's gods are mostly powerful magical animals, and in the most recent Magic Story one of their gods (Anzrag the Quake Mole) was captured in an "evidence capsule" (basically Magic's version of a Pokeball). The most powerful god in MTG is probably the Ur Dragon honestly, unless you count the Eldrazi, but that's a whole other conversation since neither of those actually have the "God" creature type.

Anyway, Bontu was one of the gods of Amonket (basically a plane based on ancient Egypt), which had been conquered by an Elder Dragon planeswalker named Nichol Bolas. HE was the one who actually killed all but one of Amonket's gods, and then another planeswalker named Liliana Vess (extremely powerful necromancer) raised them as zombies for his army, because Bolas had a ton of complicated leverage over her (magical contract that he could invoke to kill her if she betrayed him). So Bontu was a god zombie.

Here's a reference:

Well, Aria was a level 18 Witch at this point since this was the climax of their campaign, so she had access to the Shapechange spell, a 9th level transmutation that lets you become any creature with a challenge rating equal or lower than your character level. And the best candidate for that was an Adult Gold Dragon (CR 17). So Aria goes full berserk and stands up on her dragon hind legs and picks a fight with a dead god that she's determined to make deader, and has a Godzilla vs King Ghidorah standoff with her.

So how do you fight a god that can suck your soul out and instantly kill you with a single touch? You don't let it touch you.

What Aria did was basically inspired by this gif of a Wildebeest trying to charge at a lion:

Or this:

And to be clear, yes, I'm saying Aria was the lion in that situation. She basically did a big dragon threat display to get Bontu's attention, and used the Gold Dragon's weakening breath to give Bontu disadvantage on Strength checks and saves. Bontu charged at her, and at the last second Aria dropped to the ground and then shot back up, clamped her teeth around the god's throat, and used her weight to throw Bontu around and knock her off balance, and her superior strength to grab her by the wrists and wrestled her to the ground so she couldn't get a grip on Aria. She had every part of the god that could have killed her pinned, and used the claws of her wings to pull Bontu's armor apart and tear at everything she could reach while thrashing her around. It was Fen, the Arcana cleric, who thought to use Immovable rods to pin Bontu down so that even if Aria lost her grip, Bontu wouldn't be able to immediately one-shot any of them. So Athena (barbarian) and Cass (rogue/monk) as the two martial classes were the ones who got close enough to handle that while Fen and her sister (Gwen) used whatever holy magic they could to help from a distance.

Now CASS had a problem, because she's a DEX based martial class, not a strength based one. She needed a boost to be able to get this job done. So she drank some of Bontu's blood from one of the wounds Aria had left on her arm to give herself a burst of strength. Except. She had to get real close to do that. And Bontu managed to get a loose grip on her, and tried to suck out her soul.

The magic that makes Cass what she is is very old and very powerful. It binds her soul to her body in a much stronger way than any living creature, fusing the two together to prevent her from dying (i.e. by having her soul separated from her body; Cass can recover from almost any conceivable physical injury as long as there's life energy, in the form of blood, for the magic that keeps her alive to feed on and maintain the seal between her body and her soul). BECAUSE SHE WAS FEEDING ON THE BLOOD OF A GOD AT THE TIME, the magic holding her together basically fought against the magic that was trying to rip her soul out, and it had enough fuel to hold on until Aria's thrashing forced Bontu to let go. So Cass survived the Elderspell thanks to a very weird and unrepeatable set of circumstances (which allows something narratively impressive and legendary to happen without being gamebreakingly overpowered and violating the established rules of the world).

Because of how her magic draws energy from other things, though, there was a side effect: she also accidentally took in one of the planeswalker sparks that Bontu had harvested. So when Cass had healed enough for her soul to no longer be dislocated, her spark activated and she became a Planeswalker. (I imagine a soul is connected to a body mostly through the nervous system, because that's how a brain holds consciousness in it, so a "dislocated" soul is like something glued to every nerve ending in your body being pulled on with an enormous amount of force, trying to sever that connection; imagine trying to pull yourself off the ground when every nerve ending in your body is superglued to the floor by something akin to the Strong Nuclear Force. It SUCKED.)

The team ended up being forced to retreat because of Cass' injuries, so Aria didn't actually manage to kill Bontu personally (or die trying, which in her grief-rage she was fully open to). Right about this time, my bottle scene ends and Magic canon comes back into play: Liliana betrays Bolas and turns the Dreadhorde against him, and Bontu ends up being the one who bites him and rips out HIS spark. Due to the enormous rush of energy of consuming all of Bolas' stolen Planeswalker sparks (tl;dr he was trying to become a god), and with the added bit of lore that it was Aria's team that heavily injured Bontu just prior to this, Bontu exploded in the process.

This resulted in Ravnica playing a game of telephone in the chaotic aftermath of the War. Aria fought a god. She's still alive and that god is dead. Rumors spread and now Aria is misremembered as the one who killed Bontu. Half the plane thinks of her as the "god killer." All she wanted was to avenge her lover or die trying.

Neither outcome happened, and now she's credited with the very thing she sees as her greatest failure. And that trauma has haunted her ever since.

#so my backstory has a backstory with its own backstory #this is a normal and healthy way to approach storytelling I think.#so anyway Ash is surrounded by badass women and doesn't recognize her own potential #because her entire frame of reference is the most outrageous statistical outliers #Ash #Aria #Lailah #Cass #eldritch OCs #Uneiverse #I have one character whose backstory goes back over 6000 years have I ever mentioned that #y'all don't even KNOW the shit that lives in my brain #also I invented god from scratch so TECHNICALLY I made backstory for the universe itself and it goes back billions of years #when I say that I don't mean I made up A GOD from scratch. I mean I reinvented the CONCEPT of what 'god' even means.#and built a universe around that concept #I also have some cool thoughts about the nature of time and fate that I haven't talked about yet #the inside of my brain is a very interesting place. try not to get lost. the exits are not clearly marked.#what if I gave my characters *T R A U M A*#anyway I'm glad you thought this sounded cool enough to ask about. I hope you feel the same about the rest of the story someday.

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fantomette22 · 8 months

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What's the craziest headcanon that you have ever read in bb fanfic?😈

(for me it is changing the gender of Ludwig and made a secret lover of Laurence LMAO)

That was the craziest thing you read? XD sorry it's funny it's seems too little compared to everything I encounter. I read a good numbers of bb fics so far but I think I am missing a lots too.

There's many I am too afraid to read as well. Even if some aspect (characters, lore etc) are super well written and sometimes I tried to read those parts but I can't continue because it have too much dark and mature content so it's really not for me... I can get really uncomfortable.

Like, yes I am here to have a good time and eventually see the blorbos suffer but not to saw them getting assault or smt...

But well you ask for crazy headcanons right? 🤔 Well if we don't count the crossover type of fics that are quite crazy but cool at times..

Hm either the one were Ludwig is a succubus demon (actually the fic is cool even if I prefer a similar one were Ludwig is a normal human and is completely lost in the dramas Laurence is causing XD)

But well I think one who's really cool too (I need to find it again I don't even remember if it's in English) where for some reason Damian is an asshole (and leading the pre church hunters or smt), he insulted the hunters, Gehrman (like he's too old and useless) & Maria (she's like: bro you don't insult Gehrman! stfu" Damian : " Hey can tell your w**** to shut her mouth" O_O) oh boi.

So Maria punch him in the face then go scream at Laurence how she's angry and this is unacceptable so Ludwig got promoted at the leader of the church hunters instead XD So idk what did Damian ever to to the writer but it's the funniest shit I ever read I think.

For the rest I don't remember it's more dark stuff than crazy headcanons but I prefer crazy thing perhaps.

#my asks #also A/nnalise being M/aria mother and a true vampire perhaps

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deadupon · 4 months

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a visage that refuses to rest within the grave it had been given, unbeknownst to who had taken enough care to bury the body, and although there are no footsteps that sound, there is the faintest sight of white cloth that disappears down a hallway. it could have easily been mistaken for curtains rustling in the wind, but that does not explain the trail of blood that follows where footsteps should have tread, and the song that follows: a song they had danced to before, and how her voice seems to beckon: come to me. follow me, lover. in a voice that has long since perished, or at the very least should have, until they reached the empty ballroom. corpses strewn across the polished floors, positioned to stand as though they were waltzing, bleeding where they stood to create river of blood. they are familiar faces … those she had killed before, remnants of an adventure that seemed so long ago. they were all without hearts, carved out from their chests, and faced towards the vampire ascendant when he entered. phantom of a past that should not have been there, sat in the middle of hearts laid before her, and she smiles the moment she sees him. it is a hollow, almost eerie grin. she rises, stepping towards him like greeting a lover lost long at sea. “ astarion … ” one hand that holds his, the other digging sharpened nails into the side of his neck. similar to the stance of a pair about to waltz. “ you used to dance so beautifully … did you save me one? or did i come too late? ” as though by will, the corpses around them begin to twitch: their long forgotten bones cracking and breaking anew, eyes aglow with crimson light as they begin to dance. it is a broken sound of limbs fallen apart, surrounding them without once turning away as they twirled with far more precision than the animated corpses should. “ dance with me, lover. as we had, once. ” her hands around his neck, the cold metal of the ring ‘pon her finger making a permanent home into his pale flesh. “ i wonder … do you miss me? do you still speak my name? i’d not want you to feel lonesome, and so here i remain. to keep you company, never to leave your side … in sickness and in health. in slaughter and in solace. ” kira smiles up at him, “ but first … i will take what is due to me. ” and just as she had plunged her hand into his chest like a stake between the ribs, the dream ends, and she is gone again.

this mansion had become his kingdom, the mutter of cazador like venom on the tongue and instant death where it's warranted. or, torture until the ground is decorated in their tears and splashes of blood of forgiveness. truly he hates to do but it must be done if he were to keep the peace. of course, he was absolutely nothing like his former master, he's better... stronger... invincible. where there was love and adoration comes fruitful forgetfulness. he can live happily without the one he called his life and not the reason he could feel a faint thrum of a heartbeat in his chest.

all that has passed and gone after he ascended. nothing can hurt him ever again and that includes the loss of love.

however, it's when he's alone that @violevin strikes. there's a cacophony of whispers and sweet words of promise when he was just so naive. even sometimes he hears the faint keys played from the piano that are rooms apart but when he approaches, there's nothing there. no one. it's his mind playing tricks on him, he's so sure of it. ghosts don't exist. the spirits don't loom to agitate as a warning of trysts. except how can that be true when accompanied to help destroy the elder brain, he's come across so many other undead and even the ghosts of previous bodies.

they're real but how come kira doesn't show herself? it makes his teeth grind, brows furrow as his patience is slowly fraying to a thin line.

he takes the scenic route to his quarters, he hears her again. sees her face, hears her voice, and that familiar tune plays itself once again. " i know you're there, vile wench! " he bares his fangs, eyes a darker red than it previously. it's easy when he's in a foul mood because there's no vampire spawn in sight, hiding from the wrath lest they be chosen to hours or days of beatings. spotting the ballroom, the stench of blood is undeniable. not the good kind either, those that have sat out in the sun, laid to rot where all you taste is their gore.

disgusting. repulsive.

except these bodies are familiar in appearance, taking a step in not so carefully. he's the ruler of this house, why must he be afraid?

there, however, lays his long lost lover, a heart resting in her palms before she sees him approach. astarion... she whispers, the doors had slammed behind him, quickly turning around before looking right back to see she appeared right in front of him. you used to dance so beautifully … did you save me one? or did i come too late?

he shakes his head in near denial. he wants to lung forward and grip her by the throat, dig his nails into her skin to drink her blood but what he wants to will his body to happen, it doesn't. it's like an instinct. brows furrowing as a hand, by habit, rests upon her waist. his other carefully grasps her palm with his own, mingling victims blood like a reminder. there's a sting of pain that blossoms at his throat right where an active artery would be. he doesn't bleed.

suddenly, they're not alone. like puppets on strings, they lift to dance. like with a flick of wrist, the ballroom is glowing brightly, the faint sound of chattering heard by those that would be attendance. it's pretending to have the amount of life for a dance, except it has never been more dead, blood dripping from their eye sockets, wrists, and mouths. their outfits decorated so beautifully in this confetti of red, only it doesn't match the situation at hand. he's momentarily distracted until she speaks up again, her voice so sickly sweet but the purple iris' say another story.

she's bitter. she wants to take her revenge to haunt him any moment he gets too comfortable.

so they dance, spinning and making their rounds slowly. she speaks but her voice is an echo of a scream in his skull. it's annoying.

i wonder … do you miss me? do you still speak my name? i’d not want you to feel lonesome, and so here i remain. to keep you company, never to leave your side … in sickness and in health. in slaughter and in solace.

he bares his fangs again, body paralyzed against his will to move as if lovers would. " witch. " it's not endearing in the way he says it. a curse she is and forever will be. " i do not speak your name because you're no longer relevant. " funny. doesn't a husband remember that of which he's lost? he's only gained and it's so unfortunate she had to die. really, a loss. " i will never be lonely again, not when the love of my children exist. " ironic. what he says doesn't match the ache in his chest. oh, how he misses her so. it was a mistake. all of it. he didn't want to let her go but to be powerful, you must push away to that what holds you back. grieving a love is something normal but he sees it as weakness and weakness it will always be.

" i have thrived without you, my dear. and i will continue to do so. i don't need you. " and not once does he mutter a memory... his mouth opens to speak once more, except nothing comes out. a groan is only released feeling her hand suddenly tighten around his throat with her other suddenly dive into his chest like the search for a heart that's not even there. it's suddenly cold, and it felt so real that when he wakes, he lurches up from the comfort of his mattress, breathing deeply as fingers pat around on said chest. there's nothing there. he's sweating and for once since he's ascended, he's panicking; vision is fuzzy.

" kira. "

... until he does.

#m. astarion.#violevin #hey aria ( :

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