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god but if echo was part of this episode and he realized that it was ventress??? echo, who held 99 as he died on kamino?? echo, who was on kamino as ventress led the invasion?? echo, who saw the destruction firsthand??
sure, crosshair, hunter, and wrecker were suspicious and unwilling at first, but echo would have been adamant on not trusting or working with ventress, because the batch has read about what she's done, but echo's seen it. he's lost brothers to what she did. he'd be furious.
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easy-there-leftovers · 6 months
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I See You, Darling
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[Astarion x reader] The idea never left my mind, and I so very badly need this right now. Heavily inspired by this cutscene where Tav chooses a dialogue option and Astarion's eyes just deviate-- (gif above, just wait for his eyes to look at you WKDKWKDK) |Word count: 2k.| Based off of this post I made.
Part 2 here!!
Also, this is more heavy on the world building rather than dialogue. If I end up making this a series, I might write with more dialogue in mind but it was just necessary to do this first afhjaqfbnjkafbnebn--
A story in which an overworked art student longs for a fictional character that they've devoted so much of their time to.
Alternatively; Astarion realizes there's someone else watching him. And he can't wait to get acquainted with them.
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One.
Two.
Three.
It takes you three seconds to comprehend what just happened. Three seconds for you to try and save the progress you’ve already made so far. Three seconds for you to feel the chill of dread run up your spine. 
You’ll admit, perhaps you were simply tired. Attending a prestigious school for the arts doesn’t exactly leave you with much free time to indulge in more calming forms of recreation. Your course requires you to consume a wide array of media to expand your library of creativity, after all. All in the name of generating more interesting media to entrance and enthrall your audience with your original work. 
Maybe all the moving pictures and swimming texts have caused you to greatly misunderstand what you are seeing. Surely, your favorite character isn’t looking directly at you, right?
Right?
But before that, let’s review what might have happened earlier to explain just what exactly in gods name is happening.
Shall we?
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You purchased the game a few months back. “Baldur’s Gate 3.” A game that took the players and immersed them in the world of Dungeons & Dragons, introducing them to the mechanics of tabletop RPG as they did. It seemed interesting enough. And if the concept of character creation and storytelling didn’t sell you on the idea of it, the pretty faces on the cover certainly did.
So, with the little money you could spare from your part time job at your own institution’s library, and with what little sanity you had left to argue with, you impulsively bought said game. And it was fun. Exhilarating. Electrifying. 
Until you ran into a problem.
Astarion. The rogue, elven vampire that you have chosen to romance after careful deliberation. You scoffed to yourself. He was one of the biggest reasons why you purchased the blasted game at all. You’ve carefully studied the character in all his glory, from his striking carmine eyes and delicate unstained curls, to his aptitude for bloodshed and all manners of gore. He was such an interesting character, giving you more and more reason to pursue him as the story progressed. Yet the same can’t be said about your relationship with him. Or at least your “Tav’s” relationship with him. 
You’ve had some difficulty in deepening your relationship with the ex-magistrate. It seemed as if no matter what options you chose, no matter what manner of advances you made, he’d be quick to dismiss you. Painting you as a desperate little pup as he did. Denying you the opportunity of further knowing him. You’ve created and overwritten more save slots than you'd like to admit, perusing each one to select different lines of dialogue only to be rejected time and time again.
You thought it strange. But perhaps this was simply the way his route was meant to unfold. He was such an incredibly complex character after all. Perhaps this was meant to prove the party’s loyalty. 
But that didn’t stop you from being frustrated with other aspects of the gameplay. You've spent countless nights hunched on your work chair, back curving like a dead bug as you analyzed each and every possible outcome in combat. Eyes, bloodshot from cutting your sleeping hours short, just to endure the story until you were at an appropriate place to log out. And hair, flicking and curling out in different directions due to you weaving your hands through them in exasperation. 
You saw your reflection on your screen as it darkened to load the next scene and you couldn't help but stare at your character in slight envy. You know full well that however you designed them, it wouldn’t affect how the others perceived you, and yet you couldn’t help but pretty them up for your own interest. You designed it with yourself in mind, but making them far more attractive than you would ever be. Effortlessly beautiful as they stirred to wake up in the forest you settled in for camp.
How could Astarion ever turn this beautiful being away? If not for their heroism, then surely their looks would be enough to draw him in, no?
And speak of the devil. Once you could control your character again, you readied them to interact with your sharply dressed companion. Wanting to try your luck once more as the bright sun shone upon your character like a promise of a new day. Unfortunately, you’re greeted with a look of boredom, oh so familiar, that you sigh. “I hope you’re not here to beg—” Mocking him, echoing the words you’ve come to expect with faux mirth in your voice. But you cut yourself short when you realize he has yet to say anything. 
Strange.
 What’s even stranger is that he's just staring at you. Well,--- he’s staring at Tav. Your character.
“What the fuck…?” You move your mouse around, clicking to try and toggle the dialogue options to no avail, screen stuck in a cinematic close up of his face. Much like how the camera always pans when awaiting your response. 
However, unlike the common script of his actions that you’re used to, the one that you’ve memorized like a well practiced dance, his eyes smoothly glide off of your character and onto you. 
You freeze, but your heart doesn’t. The beating of your chest growing stronger the longer he looks at you. Eyes, blood red like rubies, boring into your own. He regards you, blinks, and then smiles that deviously charming smile of his before your screen turns dark. Your computer turns off, and you stare in shock of what just happened.
‘No fucking way, no fucking way, no fucking way—‘ You’re not delusional, right? Sure, you’re tired, but no fucking way did you just imagine one of the hottest characters you’ve seen in a while break the fourth wall just to fuck with you.
You laugh to yourself.
Yes, you’re just tired. Nothing like a good four hours of sleep can’t remedy. Although, as you get up from your chair, foolish as it may seem, you grab a used shirt from your floor, and hang it on your computer in the case that those piercing eyes come to life once again while you sleep.
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You stir awake after your short slumber. Your body, heavy like lead, though not at all a feeling foreign to you. You think about what happened last night, wondering if it was all a dream. Yet as you get ready for the day, you notice your dirtied clothing still on your computer. Covering it as if it were a petrifying doll from a horror movie. You feel childish for doing so, reasoning that you were simply stressed from the events that taken place prior and removed the cloth.
As you did, your screen was brought back to life. Showing you the next night as if your little "tryst" with Astarion never happened. An entire thirty minutes or so of progress seemingly gone. Thankfully, you saved just before your game went haywire and you attempted to load up your last slot. 
Zzzt Zzzzt!
Alas, your game was not cooperating once again. You tried the save just before that and the same error screen presented itself to you. ‘Maybe this is a sign that I should just fucking work instead.’ Irritated at the thought, you moved to log out of the game but a familiar voice convinces you otherwise as the screen returns to normal. 
“Why, hello pup. How was your awfully short slumber?” 
‘Is this— a romance scene?!’ Astarion had never initiated an interaction before! Perhaps the game gods were granting you mercy. Or maybe, something you did last night might have given way for this line of dialogue to open up. Regardless, you happily took the opportunity and began reading your choices.
“Why, hello pup. How was your awfully short slumber?” ━─━────༺༻────━─━
Well. Thank you.
It’s none of your concern, fangs.
Better now that you’re here.
What happened last night?
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What…did happen last night? You don’t recall anything past the blackening of your screen, but it looks like you did something after that which caused this dialogue.
You don’t want to squander this opportunity, who knows when this will happen again, but your curiosity gets the best of you. So you save, and choose option 4. 
“Oh, you poor thing. Spooked you, did I?” He laughs, seemingly taking in the look of confusion that graces both yours and Tav’s face.
“What do you think happened last night?”
“My fucking game crashed.” You answer automatically.
Tav moves to open their mouth but is silenced with a tut. “Not you, spawn.” His eyes crinkle at the corners in amusement, but the way his mouth is pulled in a tightly-lipped smile offers you further insight otherwise. 
“I need your answer.” His eyes are on you yet again, and you feel the world begin to spin.
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You stir awake after your short slumber. Your body, heavy like lead, though not at all a feeling foreign to you. You think about what happened last night, wondering if it was all a dream. Yet as you plan to get ready for the day, you notice you’re not exactly in a state to do so. You expected to wake at dawn, the dark and cool air to greet you as it fills your room and envelops your walls. Instead, you wake to see an endless amount of evergreen and the smell of the dark and damp grass beneath you filling your senses.
And if spending hours, weeks, months, of playing this damned game has taught you anything, you know that you now reside in the heart of the forest that you usually set up camp in. But this time, you're far from your bedroll and the fire that your party created.
One.
Two.
Three.
It takes you three seconds to comprehend what just happened. Three seconds for you to try and save the progress you’ve already made so far to no avail. Three seconds for you to feel the chill of dread run up your spine. 
And this chill so does love playing games.
You clamber away on your knees when you hear that deep chuckle of his emanate from right beside your ear. Creating as much distance to inspect this figure you’ve yet to face.
You see Astarion in all his vampiric glory. ‘Well, for a vampire spawn, I guess.’ You comment to yourself. Crimson eyes, darker than you imagined, with full, dark lashes contrasting his pallid skin and pure hair that glow under the moonlight. An unsettling, and cursedly attractive, smirk curls onto his lips. His ivory fangs on full display as he does.
“It seems as if those useless artifacts were worth something.” He marvels at his handiwork, his prize, and approaches it with confidence. 
“Well, your character certainly is more ‘prettied up.’” He circles you, carefully appraising his newest asset, and grins. “But you are far more intriguing.”
A simple, “What the fuck?” is all you can muster.
“Although, you are very cute. Cheeky little pup, aren’t you?” He jests.
A simple, “What the fuck?” is all you can muster which earns you a click of his tongue in response.
“You’re not broken, are you? Or am I to anticipate your little ‘what the fuck?’s as your only contribution?” Long, and incredibly masculine, fingers crawl and curl to grasp your chin like a spider. 
“I’ve waited months to have you. And now here you are, finally within my grasp.” The statement causes something to stir within you.
“What do you mean, ‘months?” 
He narrows his eyes, possibly trying to comprehend your stupidity.
“I’ve been watching you. Waiting, for the right moment. Interacting with this– caricature of yourself until you could deny yourself of me no more.” Blood rushes to your head. Your cheeks burning in embarrassment for seeming overly eager. And in panic as his intentions have yet to be cleared.
“And now that I’m here? Do you want to kill me?” You feel your heartbeat in your ears, awaiting his response. Your eyes wide in fear, yet trying to fake heroic bravado in the attempts to gain the upperhand.
And in this moment, he thinks you absolutely invigorating.
“Oh no, sweet pet. I’ve waited far too long for that. I’m going to make you mine.”
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Should I make this into a series? "The adventures of a misplaced artist in Baldur's Gate!!" Or something like that. Let me know, lol
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brucewaynehater101 · 10 days
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I hc that Jason died when Batman's batarang hit his neck.
Jason's father wouldn't kill his murderer, but he would slaughter his own son
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chikabika · 2 months
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Chopper: Zoro, have you ever considered a waist band when weight lifting? There are serious health concerns when you get past a certain threshold. Like, literally busting a gut.
Zoro: What do you think the haramaki is for?
Chopper: What >.>
Zoro: See, feel it.
Chopper: Why....
Zoro: Hard as leather. After a certain point I got tired of washing it, so it's just hardened with my hard work and the sea air.
Sanji, somewhere: I feel a sudden urge to bathe Zoro like a dog.
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 5 months
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Leverage Redemption S02E13 The Crowning Achievement Job.
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rosiethedragongeek · 2 years
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Junichiro watching the squad that routinely fail to raid the Agency and get thrown out by Kenji out the window everytime like "I'm so scared I'm quaking in my shoes. Are you gonna kill me or do I need to give you a head start?"
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jazzkrebber · 1 year
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Netflix saying we were "clamoring" for a kanej polaroid was 100% true I won't deny it
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takami-takami · 9 months
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On Keigo's relationship with his mother versus his father.
Keigo only calls his dad "my dad". I cannot find a single panel where he calls him "dad."
But he repeatedly calls his mom "mom".
Look at these:
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(Ignore the part abt the commission, not relevant.)
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See the look on his face when Shoto's mom says "he started calling me 'mom' again"? The little "I see."
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In addition, take a look at this.
Keigo's reaction to his dad leaving:
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But when he's alone with his mom... He still tries to stay together with her. "Lets go to the police." Together.
But once she gives him up to the commission, he severs those connections for good, though. Entirely abandoned, he leaves her in turn.
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I think his tale with his parents is incredibly tragic, but the way he views his father versus his mother is very different. He is much more removed from his father, viewing him as someone he needed saving from. In contrast, he views his mother as someone he failed to save.
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theommin · 1 month
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pacific rim snippet ‼️
i'm working on the sadder bits atm so here's a little one :)
'Lando has tried to pilot McLaren solo once, when he was between co-pilots and itching with the need to drive, fly, move, still stinging from Carlos’ departure, half-convinced he would never be Drift compatible with anyone else. Seb has tried to tell him that most people have multiple Drift partners over their lifetime – compatibility is both more and less rare than people think. Lando nods a lot and thinks no one else is Carlos. No one else will put up with me.'
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triangle-dog · 1 year
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Wicked smart bastard siberian mix 🤦
We set her free in a new yard with exciting things like snow and new smells after a long car ride and in under two minutes she made her way to the gate and flipped the latch with her nose. She didn't open it, but she definitely knows how and probably only stopped because of how quickly our heads whipped around when we heard the rattle.
She's never seen this style of latch before. Though, she has opened another style of flip-up latches on chain link fences, but the last time she was around one of those was summer 2019.
My dog sure can generalize, but only for evil.
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seb-uh · 2 years
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The Piquet family have ALWAYS been awful. You cannot excuse ANY of them.
Piquet Sr is a vile human being. He is racist, homophobic, just prejudiced all the way around. He treats people badly all the time, say shit like this all the time, he openly supports a president who has killed thousands with his actions. To this day he still says shit about Senna beacuse he just cannot accept Senna was way better than he could ever be.
Piquet Jr is also a vile human being. I have one word for you: crashgate. He also said some racist shit after Lewis won in Brazil last year. And he is banned from F1 and he is also not welcome in many other paddocks for many reasons. He is living through MV’s career because he knows his own won’t get him anywhere and he still says shit about a lot of drivers. He also OPENLY THANKED FIA FOR AD LAST YEAR. Yes, he did.
Kelly Piquet is not a nice person. She treats everyone like they are beneath her. She basically tried to destroy a photographer’s career because they wouldn’t drop everything to go shoot her at the monaco gp this year. She asks for a lot of free things and just expects people to do as she asks all the time and thinks that being around her is payment enough (I seriously hope her daughter does not grow up to be like this but I honestly don’t have much hope).
I will not talk about the rest of the family because there are people there who are not actually in the public eye, but let’s just say it doesn’t get much better.
And yes, I know what I am talking about. I grew up seeing them do shit like this all the time. I know the people they surround themselves with and they are also not the best example regarding human rights. You CANNOT excuse their behaviour.
So if you think they should not be dragged through the mud about this or any of the shit they have pulled over the years, please unfollow me right this second. I do not want people who do not condemn them around me, thank you very much.
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escapisminacan · 10 months
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The 19days fandom rn
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yeyayeya · 1 month
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HuaLian make me believe in love again
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egginfroggin · 6 months
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I just finished rereading the Mistborn trilogy, and my brain is so scrumknled by all the words, so the only coherent thought I'm having is that by the end of the trilogy the vast majority of the cast falls under either the "Looks like they could kill you; will actually kill you," or, rarely, "Looks like a cinnamon roll; will actually kill you" clique.
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