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jenceno4848 · 2 years

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Gift I drew for @neonchipz birth anniversary last week (o´▽`o)/

#my art #artists on tumblr #neonchipz #fanart #happy birf friend

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jackalsprey · 2 years

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Mi Amores

@strawberrylapin Stan I promised you some Lightnesco for your birthday and here it is! AS POLY LIGHTNING, SALLY, AND FRANCESCO! I will take this headcanon to my grave. These three are MARRIED and IN LOVE and NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE! Thank you.

Also, this is LONG. 1300 words exactly. I used it for my NaNoWriMo goal. (Yes, I'm doing NaNoWriMo, that's why I haven't posted anything in forever.)

Did Francesco expect to end up in this situation? No, he did not.

Did he anyway? Yes.

Was he the goddamn happiest man on the planet for it? Absolutely.

Falling in love with Lightning McQueen, his supposed rival, had been a surprise, one that had pained his tender Italian heart. After all, he was a magnificent man, a worthy rival, one that the Greeks and Romans would write endless poems on! (Ok, perhaps not that far, but Francesco did always have a talent for being dramatic.) But alas, he was in a happy relationship with the woman of his dreams, so even the great Francesco did not stand a chance.

Until that had changed.

It had been subtle; he and Signora Sally talking more and more often whenever he visited Radiator Springs. She was truly a wonderful woman: beautiful, fiery, but kind and gentle. She knew exactly what to say, even if it could hurt. (She was better than most racers at trash talking.) The biggest miracle of all? She’d gotten him to stop referring to himself in the third person.

And suddenly, Francesco found himself falling for her too.

He’d known he was polyamorous for some time; being with multiple partners had never disturbed him. But to be in love with both his greatest American rival and his wonderful lawyer girlfriend sounded like a plot straight out of a cheesy romance novel his mama would read.

And just like one of those romance novels, it ended up working out spectacularly, because now? Exactly one year after the World Grand Prix, Francesco Bernoulli was moving to Radiator Springs, Arizona, to live with his girlfriend and boyfriend.

“That the last of them?” Sally called from the kitchen.

Francesco set down the box, filled with his street clothes, on the coffee table. “I think so, Lightning is just checking the van to make sure.”

As if on cue, the American racer strode it empty-handed, whistling some ridiculous country music tune. What was it called, Life is a Highway?

“Movers are paid and on their way out,” he reported. “And Jesus Christ, they overcharged. 6,000 dollars for less than 40 things they carried?!”

Francesco smirked, wrapping an arm around his waist. “To be fair, mi amore, they were working for the two greatest racers in the world! And were dragging those things to the hottest place on Earth.”

“We’re on the opposite side of the state from Death Valley, idiot,” he grumbled, but still leaned into the embrace.

Sally came in and smirked at the sight of her boyfriends cuddling upright. Running her hand through her short black hair, she looked tempted to join in, but managed to hold herself back. “Alright love ducks, we’ve got unpacking to do. Make yourselves useful.”

“By making the bed?” Francesco quipped, wiggling his eyebrows seductively.

“By taking out the trash,” she corrected, grabbing the box he’d set down. “And don’t put things on the coffee table, it’ll leave marks.”

The Italian shrugged. “As you wish.” And in one swift move, he hoisted Lightning up and threw him over his shoulder, fireman style.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” The American yelled. “Put me down!”

“She asked me to take out the trash, I’m just doing what she wants,” he replied innocently, while walking out to the front.

“You stupidass spaghetti man!” The insult was rather offset by the fact that in between words, Lightning was laughing up a storm. (Francesco smirked at the mental pun.) “Guess who’s not sleeping with you tonight!”

“Hm, let’s see…Sheriff, Lizzie, Fillmore, Sarge, Flo, Ramone, Red, Guido, and Luigi. I think that covers it.”

“And me, asshole! I am not sleeping with you tonight, no matter how sexy you are or how comfy the new bed is!”

Just for that, Francesco did actually set him down in the empty trash can. (Oof!) He was laughing even harder than before. The Italian racer couldn’t help but grin at the sight: the love of his goddamn life, right before him, more beautiful than he ever could’ve imagined. Yes, he was in a trash can, wearing ratty gym shorts, and his own merch tank top, but goddamn it, he was still gorgeous.

Then a tap on the shoulder alerted him to the presence of the other love of his life. Francesco smirked as he met her sky blue eyes. More serious, and yet still sweet, pale but with a passion in her features that set his heart pounding, she was the Lucia to his Renzo, the stars to his sky.

“You two done?” She asked.

“Si,” he chuckled.

“Uh, a little help here?” Lightning asked, struggling to flounder his way out of the garbage.

“Only if you promise to take a shower once you’re out, you smell like crap,” Francesco stipulated.

“Oh, and who’s fault is that, Mr. Bernoulli?”

“Mr. Bernoulli is my father’s name,” he corrected. “And I don’t think it’s his.”

“Ok, ok, smart aleck,” Sally groaned, rolling her eyes. “Get him outta there and get your Italian ass in here.”

As she strode back in, he couldn’t help but give her one last snarky remark. “Only if you plan on slapping these asses later!”

“I agree!” Lightning called.

Their response was a well-manicured middle finger.

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After the gentlemen had stopped giving Sally hell and actually started helping her out, it didn’t take very long to set everything up. They’d all decided to share the one bedroom, and Francesco hadn’t shipped much furniture with him overseas, so it was really just a matter of setting up his books, clothes, and making room for his absurd amount of plushies. (His only response to “why do you have so many” was “dopamine. Fuck off.”)

After they were done, all three laid down together on the queen-sized bed. The Italian, the lawyer, and the jerk with a heart of gold, cuddling like a bunch of kittens, before they turned into bloodthirsty devils. (Lightning had biases.) Francesco was on the left, curled up and with his arms wrapped around Sally’s waist. Sandwiched in between them was Lightning, his fluffy brown hair a perfect little toy to play with as they relaxed.

“Y’know, this is not where I thought I’d end up in life,” he murmured.

“You wanted something else?” Sally whispered.

“Nah, not really,” he replied, chuckling almost imperceptibly. “Can’t think of anything better than this right now.”

Francesco, who was the one facing his boyfriend’s face, pressed gentle kisses to his forehead. “Good, I was about to regret moving here.”

The two Americans snuggled closer, if that was even possible.

“Please never do that, Fran,” Sally asked. “Please, for all our sake.”

“No plans to, fiore.”

“Ah, what, do I not get cute Italian nicknames?” Lightning pouted.

Before Francesco could answer, a stern, clipped voice cut through the peaceful vibe of the room. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, FILLMORE?”

“C’mon man, some respect for the queen!”

“And, that’s my cue,” Sally sighed, reluctantly extracting herself from the cuddle pile. “Don’t get too frisky, I just did those sheets last week.”

“Translation, you don’t want us to have too much fun without you,” Lightning quipped.

That earned him another middle finger, right before she walked out the bedroom door. It sent him into another fit of laughter. Now, it was just the boyfriends, tightly wrapped up with each other, and Francesco giving Lightning the best puppy eyes he’d ever seen.

“Sooooo?”

“So what?”

“Should we listen to her or…”

Lightning let out a brief laugh. Grabbing the Italian by the front of his black and white jacket, he rolled them over so that he was now on top of him.

“Not a chance, spaghetti head. Not a chance.” They kissed, soft and sweet, and Francesco knew that this was the best decision he’d ever made.

#lightning mcqueen #cars 2 #cars pixar #pixar cars #sally carrera #francesco bernoulli #for a friend #happy birf stan #POLY LIGHTNING SALLY AND FRANCESCO FTW!

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ender-goo · 3 months

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HAPPY BIRFDAY TO MY FELLOW BUCCANEER @den-kunn , CONGRATULATIONS YOU'RE 5 /j

[hits you with the fanart gun]

Sorry i couldn't render these but, i hope you like 'em anyways;;

And um, i don't wanna sound cheesy, but,,,, thank you for being my friend and being there when i needed it, you're the best thing that has happened to me in a long time and i mean it,,

i hope we can spend more birfdays together, i love you <3 happy birf

#mortal kombat fandom #mk fandom #mortal kombat original character #mk oc #mk self insert #gift art #sorry i jus #ily ily ily ily #<3333

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redemn · 16 days

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HAPPY BIRF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YIPPEE !!! thank you friend for this message !!! i appreciate you so much and i hope you are having a wonderful day . thanks for making my day wonderful as well . x

╰ ゜KAT'S 28TH . / 𝚋-𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .

#facesblind #╰ ゜save. * this is mine now ! get your own !#╰ ゜out of character. * answered.

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marclef · 4 days

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WAAAH i completely forgot to congradulate you on ur birthday,,,

BUT HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARC!!!!!!!!!!! 🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊🎊

HOPE YOU HAD A VERI GUD BIRF DAE!!!!! :DDDDD

AAAH YOU'RE OKAY NOODLE!!! I'M CATCHING UP ON THE LAST BIRTHDAY STUFF NOW DON'T WORRY 👍👍 😓

THANK YOU NOODLE FRIEND ✨✨🎉✨

#I PASSED TF OUT LAST NIGHT SO ANSWERING THE LAST COUPLE ASKS NOW 👍👍👍#THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES THOUGH I LOVE YOU ALL!!! ❤❤❤

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valentinesparda · 2 months

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Gift, surprise, & party hat with Mr. Ichiban~

Happy Birf again bestie 💚💜

@dzvagabond YAYYYYYY HI HI HI HI BESTIE

GIFT: what does your f/o get for you? what do you get for your f/o on their birthday?

ichiban takes ashton out to the arcades and is so fucking determined to win them plushies at the UFO catchers. he ends up winning one of those silly little piggy plushes i wish I could show you how dumb they look. he also buys them a cinnamoroll keychain to add to their little collection

ashton would end up buying ichiban dragon quest slime plush. a really big one. plushie is love language. he uses it as a pillow on his dumb little couch

SURPRISE!: does your f/o throw a surprise party for you?

HE ABSOLUTELY WOULD I KNOW THIS IN MY HEART OF HEARTS. ashton wouldn't mind very much, they like their little group of friends. ichi would go through the trouble of decorating survive and inviting all their friends....

PARTY HAT: what do you wear? what does your f/o wear?

everyone gets a party hat. i like the idea of everyone in their normal outfit but they have a silly little shiny party hat with plastic poms on top and if anyone objects to wearing one, ashton WILL start crying. hell, ICHIBAN will start crying

#asks #sam tag #no otp tag just yet #si: ashton

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tealfling · 4 months

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The Fate Touched

A/N: I spent way more time on this than I planned. Honestly, I mostly wrote it for Amaranth and Astarion to talk about her death (CW) and their connection. As a character brought back by a Reincarnation spell, the vision was her original backstory as my dnd character, with the addition that I just liked everyone headcanoning that an elf Tav could have known Astarion from before. So that's what this is introducing to their relationship, that is important for my next Reincarnation fic. I have the important part of the vision marked. The rest under the cut.

CW: mentions child abduction and death

Astarion x Named!Tav/ Astarion x Amaranth

Wordcount: 3.5K

angsty, Astarion helps Amaranth talk through her feelings after she crumbles under the pressure of keeping them in, and her plans for the future

SFW

The tadpole expands the limit of the mind allowing the group into Amaranth's as a faded memory deep within her subconscious is ripped forward. "Let them in little raven. Let them see." A disembodied voice whispers.

A small sandy-skinned half-elven child, not much younger than Arabella, comes into view. Her dark wavy hair is half up in two buns sitting atop her head like mouse ears. Deep emerald eyes twinkle as she sprints into the arms of a similar looking human man, ready to catch her in a tight hug.

"Papa!" Her giggles fill the large foyer of a manor.

"There's my little sunshine!" The man swings her around in his embrace.

Two young elven men approach, one pats the young girl on the head, "Little sprout, better take your play outside with the other children. You know how mother is when she has business friends over, sister."

The vision shifts. Out in the garden the little green-eyed girl is playing with two younger elf children. The smallest child toddles over with an array of mangled flowers and weeds. "Happy birf-day!"

The half-elf chuckles, accepting the gift, "My birthday is tomorrow, silly."

An angry voice grabs her attention. It's obscured behind a large, looming shade tree across the yard. Warning the children to stay put, the dark haired girl hurries around the tree. There two older elven boys, one holds a book in hand, clearly ripped from a third elven boy they have cornered against the tree.

She shouts at the other boy, his name lost in to time. "Leave him alone, ----, you bully!" The girl snaps, putting herself between the instigators and their victim.

The boy holding the book sneers, "See now, cousin, the bookworm's watch dog comes to his aid. How dare you talk to me like that, you halfbreed." The boy lunges forward, shoving the girl back to the ground. "Sit down, mutt."

"Ouch!" The girl squeaks when she lands on her wrist. The two boys in front of her laugh. She seizes her chance to retaliate, bringing her leg back and kicking it forward, hitting her mark between the boy's legs.

He crumples, dropping the book. The other collects their friend and they retreat into the manor.

The girl shuffles forward, grabbing the tome, she turns and holds it up to it's original owner. "Here's your book. It doesn't look too dirty, " she says through a nose crinkling grin, her toothy smile almost as bright as her emerald eyes.

The other older elven boy shyly mumbles a thanks, averting his ocean blue eyes, and running a hand behind his silvery curls tied back into a ribbon, pink flushing the tips of his pointier ears.

The vision jumps to the morning. The girl begs her father to run down to the village. "Please Papa! The bakery gives out free pastries on your birthday! It's just across the park!" After a little more pouting and a flutter of lashes, the human man relents to his daughter, insisting she take an older brother or servant with her.

But her brothers and the servants are busy preparing for a gathering. The little girl doesn't want to bother them. She knows the way. She's walked it dozens of times.

But this time is different.

Just at the edge of the park, before entering the village proper, an eerie chill shoots up her spine. Hairs prickle at the nape of her neck. The little girl looks around for the eyes she can feel, but cannot see. Something else lurks among the trees. She calls out, but no answer replies.

Suddenly a hand covers her mouth from behind. Her mind goes dark.

Then a cell with other prisoners.

An old bugbear trys to shield her, but she's ripped from his grasp.

Cloaked figures with masks.

She pleads for her father.

A pain rips from her chest and darkness takes her again.

This time, stillness. Quiet.

Stretching. Endless.

Black.

Then a whisper.

"Why, hello little one, why do you linger here?"

A feminine voice and the sound of thousands of flapping wings echo in the dark.

The little girl calls out and a pale face hovers before her. Observing. Considering.

A web of golden threads materialize, surrounding her. Thousands. Millions. Connecting. Separating. Illuminating the darkness. Flickering. Lighting up and going out.

"What do you see?" The voice asks.

Threads stretching everywhere. In all directions. As far as the eye can see. The little girl feels drawn to one, knotted among many others. She dares touch it.

The threads vanish. "Interesting," says the voice, "It seems the touch of fate is yet bound to you, little raven."

The girl gasps. Air forces her chest to expand though it feels as if she's been crushed. Sitting up on an alter, the little girl looks around. A half-orc and an older human man regard her. The old human is sobbing. He looks so much like her father. She reaches out with a purple hand.

The vision snaps.

Amaranth crumples to the ground. She can feel the tear trails on her cheeks as the cool night air gently dances through the tower. It's not the best hiding spot. The top of the crumbling tower of Wyrm's Lookout is open to the elements, but it's where Amaranth's feet have taken her. The view of the distant outer city skyline was impressive. If only Amaranth were in the mood to admire it.

Tonight had been- a lot. The day had been a lot. Amaranth pulled her knees in as close as her chest and stomach would allow. She rested her head on her arms and wrapped her tail around her ankles. Her tears fell silently now as she looked over the city. Was she still crying out of anger and sadness? Or was it out of shame for lashing out at her friends?

Amaranth hated to admit it, but she'd been a powder keg since they entered the Gur camp that afternoon. The pit of her stomach churned. Children.

Why the fuck was Gale so observant? Everyone saw how she barely held it together, smoothing the situation over with her words. As usual. They saw the way she stormed back to camp. He didn't have to say anything, especially not in front of everyone. Karlach was so upset Amaranth had never said anything. The whole thing got out of hand so fast. And then she showed up.

A board creaked on the platform behind her. Intentionally no doubt, to alert Amaranth to his presence. An unnecessary action really, by the nature of her divine gifts she could sense his approach. She shifted, squeezing herself in tighter.

"Are you ready to talk about it, darling?" Astarion's voice was soft--so soft and gentle. It caused new tears to pool at the edges of Amaranth's eyes. She desperately tried to blink them away. He hadn't said much since the Gur camp and everything that happened afterward was surely a lot for him to take in as well. A pang of guilt churned her stomach. It was bad enough knowing all the terrible things Astarion had to worry about. Had to endure. All the shit he was still going through. Now she was dragging him into her troubles as well.

Amaranth gave a small nod in response. Her back-curved horns making the gesture more noticeable. Astarion joined her at the tower's stone edge.

Before he could say anything, Amaranth whispered, "I'm sorry."

"For what? What have you done to be sorry for?" He asked resting his arm over his leg.

"For yelling."

"Well, considering everything that's happened, I'd say you have a lot to yell about." He replied. "But, Karlach's right. You could have told us, you know. You could have told me, my love." His voice is barely a whisper. "But you were right, too. We should have asked, but just because none of us were decent enough to inquire, doesn't mean we don't care. We do. All of us. More than you think." When Amaranth worked up the nerve to glance his way, Astarion's red eyes were round and glassy. It's an earnest look he doesn't let others see and her guilt guts her.

"I didn't see the need to bother you," she said, as if it would defend her actions even if logic told her he was right.

"Darling, if anyone in camp has earned the right to bother me, it's you. You're allowed to bother me anytime, not that you could." He paused, scooting closer to Amaranth. Astarion angled his body around hers as close as he could without touching her. "I'd like you to trust me enough to do so."

"I do trust you!" She darted her face to his. The last thing Amaranth wanted was for Astarion to doubt her trust or confidence in him. She'd worked so hard to get him to acknowledge those feelings from her and here she was ruining everything they'd built. "It's just---with everything going on. Cazador, the brain." Amaranth stumbled through her words. It was not something she'd done in front of Astarion before, or any of the their party members. Normally, Amaranth was all words of wisdom served on a silver tongue.

Astarion held up his hand. "My dear, I'm going to stop you right there. Each and everyone of us has backstory more pathetic than the next. What's the harm in adding one more to the pile? We're all in this together, mostly because of you and your proclivity for collecting unfortunate souls in need." He tilted his head toward her to emphasize his point, wiping the last her tear stains away. His little love so easily distracted and side tracked. He was almost proud of himself.

"Look, you weren't even exempt from having your goddess appear in camp unannounced and uninvited." His hand danced as he spoke. Leaning in he said cheekily, "Though I must say, out of all of us, I didn't expect you to be the one to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar. You're naughtier than I gave you credit for and bold. I hope I didn't get you in too much trouble, darling." His lips curl a bit, trying to feel her out. "Tell me, what was the punishment that Death's Favorite Cleric received for giving a Thay book of necromancy to a vampire?" His brows furrowed. "Vampire, being something I just learned is a 'kill on sight' type of offense for your God-Queen." Astarion motioned a stabbing gesture as he spoke. Then he placed his hand on his chest, bowing his head a bit. "Thank you for not killing me when we first me, by the way. Even if I'm sure you've probably thought about it. I gave you plenty of reasons to do so at the beginning," he said with a guilty smile.

The Raven Queen's image had erupted into camp in a flurry of black feathers during Amaranth's regrettable outburst. Considering how the recent encounters with Mizora, Vlaakith, and to some extent Shar, had ended for her companions, Amaranth felt like she'd gotten off lightly.

Undead exist in direct opposition, verging on mockery, of everything the Matron of Ravens represents. Of the transition between Life and Death. Of the balance between the two. The Raven Matron seemed uninterested, and seemed to nearly overlook the relationship Amaranth had with Astarion entirely, but the Raven Queen appeared less amused that he was in possession of such a powerful tome of necromancy.

With Amaranth's way with words, she was able to spin it in the Raven Queen's light that by her divine gifts Amaranth was uniquely suited to monitor and handle the situation, and that they'd only use it to help them against the true vampire, Cazador. Must of that being factual to some extent.

"You know I would never hurt you," Amaranth said sincerely meeting his gaze. He didn't see her as something that could be dangerous and she need it to stay that way, for him to trust her. She chuckled, "Even when we first met, with your dagger to my throat, I decided not to headbutt you because I didn't want to risk cracking your skull." Astarion's face dropped at the confession. Tiefling skulls are known to be thicker to support their horns, but he'd never considered they could be used as a weapon. Amaranth instinctively reacted to the change in his expression, reaching out to push back Astarion's curls and caress his cheek. "Don't worry, I could never hurt such a pretty face. Especially one I've grown quite attached to. Now that would be a sin."

Astarion leaned into her palm, bringing his hand up to her's and lacing his fingers with her's. He frowned, "That wasn't the first time though--that we met?" His eyes were gentle and round, with that long sad look.

Amaranth inhaled. He'd finally asked.

The last thing the Raven Queen did before departing was force Amaranth to allow the tadpole to share a memory she'd long forgotten. Amaranth's last day before her death. Before the Raven Queen's embrace. Before Amaranth's reincarnation ritual. It had been uncomfortable for everyone to see. Up until that point no one had said anything during Amaranth's interaction with the Raven Queen. But they had been forced to watch her last moments of the life she hardly remembered.

There had been hints. Little pieces that Amaranth's tiefling form wasn't her original body. Some of them had seen, or glimpsed, the scar on her chest. Where her soul tore through her body. She never wanted them to know the gory details. The images she only saw in her nightmares. Except one. A connection the Raven Queen was apparently intrigued by and disappointed in Amaranth's inability to realize herself.

Karlach had broken the uncomfortable silence after the vision ended. "Is it just me, or does anyone else think that kid looked exactly like Astarion?" The boy by the tree. The white haired boy with the book. Like the vampire in camp. All the looks. All the stares. All the attention on Amaranth, who didn't know. Couldn't remember. It was too much. Amaranth needed a moment to think. To process. To answer Astarion's question.

On their private tower, Amaranth swallowed. "I-I, I'm not sure," she hesitated. "I don't remember. This brain wasn't in that body, so the memories..." She trailed off. It was hard to look at him, but she searched his face. Like she did a thousand times, and would do a thousand more. This face she knew. Every laugh line, every curl, every grin, and glare. The boy was hazy at best. The Raven Queen had implied that they had, and what reason would she have to lie? Amaranth had been dead for a long time. It wasn't impossible, but she couldn't be sure. "What about you?"

Astarion sighed throwing his head back to look up at the night sky. "I don't remember much before Cazador and the Gur. Before being turned. I don't remember anything like that from your vision happening, but it felt familiar. The little girl and the book. I don't know." He decided. Amaranth frowned. Her hand was still in his and he stroked her fingers with his thumb. "But what does that matter? What would it change? Nothing. Not now." He cupped her face, making sure she was focused on him. "We are together now. We have each other now. We're going to get through this together. You don't have to hide anything from me. With you, I can handle anything. So let me." Astarion traced a finger along her cheek, moving her long silver curls behind her ear like she often did to him. "And one more thing. You, this you, is utterly beautiful. Considering I just saw how you were divinely created from nothing but a strand of hair and a lost soul, it almost feels like the gods really did make you to ruin me." He touched his forehead to Amaranth's, enjoying her scent and the faint smile he was rewarded. "So, no more self-deprecating jokes about my gift. I won't tolerate it. Understand? Nod." Amaranth complied smiling wider. Astarion grazed his nose against hers and planted a quick kiss on her pouty lips. "Last thing, my sweet. Answer my question." His last words were firm.

"What?" She asked, caught off guard by the shift in his tone.

"Don't think I didn't notice you side-stepped my first question, Darling. When you spoke to the Raven Queen, you're eyes went all glowy like you do when you talk to people in your head." Astarion wiggled his long fingers before his own ruby eyes. "And I know you agreed to some sort of recompense, on my behave. So. I ask again. What was it? It better not have been your soul!" His last words were desperate, almost a snap.

She wondered if it there was fear there. "Oh, no!" Amaranth grabbed both his hands in hers. "Nothing I've done has been that serious-yet." She squeezed him tightly. "The Raven Queen has this thing about feelings and memories. She likes to collect them. They remind her of her humanity. I'll collect them from the people we meet, or defeat, and a raven will appear to return them to the Raven Queen. I promise it's not a big deal." Amaranth gestures playfully mimicking Astarion, "In the grand scheme of things, it's just a small price to pay to stay 'death's favorite cleric' like you said. I need her power."

Astarion smiled coyly, "Do you now? What sort of secret ambitions is my little treat hiding?"

For a moment, Amaranth hesitated, considering her words. "d-Do you remember when Gale fell off the raft in the Underdark?"

Before she could continue, Astarion laughed, "AH HA! Oh yes, that was hilarious."

"Sure, but his projection handed us that scroll pouch?"

"Yes, but you never used it. You wasted 200 gold on Withers."

"Because, well," Amaranth averted her gaze, picking at her nails. "I wanted to-- thought about," she corrected, "stealing the scroll."

"Oh, Darling! You wanted to steal something!? From Gale?!" Astarion mocked, covering his mouth with his hand. "My love, I'm impressed, flabbergasted. It's a pity you didn't. Why?"

"Well, honestly, guilt." She admittedly shrugged. "Do you have any idea what that scroll was?"

Astarion shook his head, as she expected.

Amaranth continued throwing her hands up, "It was True Resurrection! Arguably one of the most difficult, not to mention expensive, spells to cast, other than maybe the Wish spell." He nodded in agreement, but his eyes told her he didn't understand anything about what she'd just said.

"You know know Revivify and Spare the Dying, you've seen me and Shadowheart cast those all the time. The other big 'don't be dead' spells are Reincarnation, Resurrection, and True Resurrection. Each more difficult and costly than the last." Amaranth sighed, looking down at her hands. "I could learn Resurrection soon, but it," she paused before mumbling, "doesn't work on undead."

Astarion placed his hand on hers.

She scoffed. "So, I don't see the point in wasting my time if I can't help you with it. Reincarnation, well-" she gestured to herself earning a reprimanding scowl from Astarion. "There's no control over what the new body looks like, and beauty like yours doesn't strike twice, my love. I doubt you want to risk perfection."

"Not my first choice, dear, no. Not when I can be beautiful and powerful by performing the ritual." He boasted, tossing his head so his curls swished back.

Amaranth shrunk inward a little. Her voice seemed smaller. "That's not your only option though. Not just for the sun, either. Not if I'm worth any of the praise everyone puts on me. Only the strongest clerics can cast True Resurrection. The parchment and ink alone for Gale's scroll must have cost a fortune. The spell itself requires high quality holy water and 25,000 gold worth of diamonds. But as long as the caster has a name and the willing soul hasn't been dead for more than 200 years, they can live again. No body required. Even the undead. It could help Karlach. It could help you." He didn't realize she was giving him and his predicaments so much consideration.

Her gaze was intense as she transitioned to sitting back on her heels. "I'm so close, Astarion, my love." Her grip on his hands tighten. "If we continue at this rate, by the time we've dealt with the Absolute, there's a considerable possibility that the power to give you a mortal life back will be within my grasp. The sun. A living, breathing person with beautiful blue eyes, boringly perfect teeth, and a consistent pulse." Amaranth's eyes were wild, sparkling with hope and promise.

Astarion's weren't so sure. This was new. He'd never considered living again.

"If, if that's what you want." She hesitated. "I'm not trying to pressure you, my love. The choice to use the ritual is yours to make. But I'm a firm believer in knowing all your options before making such an important decision. I wanted you to know that I want to--will be capable of giving you that option. You're worth it. You deserve to live. The way you choose."

Astarion was quite for a moment, trying to process everything she'd just thrown at him. Not just walking in the sun. But living? Mortality? No more blood? Eating human food? Tasting her cooking? Aging? Could he grow old with her? Now that sounded too good to be true. There was so much that could happen between Rivington and defeating the Netherbrain. They could fail. Or worse, she could die. Or worse still, she could realize there are a dozen different reasons he wasn't worth the cost and leave him. Then where would he be? Honestly, Astarion thought that would be more devastating than any of the other possibilities before him. He needed to think. They had to find out more about the ritual before he could consider other options. Hope for another solution. Another life.

"Are you telling me I'm worth 25 thousand gold?" Astarion asked slyly, collecting himself.

Amaranth giggled, "I wouldn't dare. That's like asking the moon to count the stars." She kissed her fingertip then gently tapped it to his nose. "You don't have to have a perceived value to be worth something to me, love. Now, promise me you'll think about my offer." She pulled one his hands up to her face, rubbing her cheek up the back of it before gingerly kissing his knuckles.

Astarion made a big show of rolling his eyes, but his voice was sincere. "I'll take it into consideration, darling, if that makes you feel better?"

"It does."

"Good." Astarion stood offering Amaranth a hand, which she immediately grabbed. He hoisted her to her feet and helped her dust off her pants. "But you know how much I do so enjoy eternal youth." He kissed her forehead playfully as she rolled her eyes. "Still, will your surprises ever cease?" He threaded his fingers through one of her hands and gestured openly to the path back down the tower.

She nodded. Talking with him had calmed her down enough to face her friends. It was time to apologize and clear things up. "I hope not. You might get bored of me," she joked, following him out of her hiding place.

"Ha! Impossible, my sweet. I'm just worried I've gotten nearly all my allotted serendipitous blessings for this lifetime already. I wouldn't want to use up all my good fortune so soon."

Amaranth rested her cheek on his arm as they descended the tower. "Oh, I'm sure I can manage to squeeze out another lifetime or two's worth of my favor for you, as a treat."

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symbioteburnout · 7 months

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"Happy Birthday, Andi!" Ryuko chimed as she gave her friend/bandmate a tight hug. "Got ya a little somethin'~" And with that, Ryuko would give her a very special t-shirt. It was black, but the middle had not only an image of Hot Rod on it, but the Autobot logo would be replaced with the Fiber Spiders logo. "Got it custom made and even on the back...~" Turning it around, there would be a phrase on the back that read "You can win if you Dare! Fiber Spiders Forever!"

-||[ Happ Birf Andi 2023]||-

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"Oh holy crap!" Andi made a wide smile when Ryuko produced the t-shirt, she was considered a 'casual' when it came to the Transformers, but she definitely liked the soundtrack to the 1986 movie, she'd even heard Hot Rod had a black and purple repaint in some fan exclusive line.

Seeing the Autobot emblazoned with their band's logo, along with the creative reuse of the Lyrics from Dare, she snorted, okay, she had to try this on. "Pardon me, one sec." Andi quickly pulled her tank top off and put the new shirt on, perfect fit. "This is really sweet Ryuko, now tell me you got one to go with it!" She chuckled. "Who's on yours, Soundwave? Optimus? Does yours have lyrics to The Touch on the back?"

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mamawasatesttube · 9 months

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:o oh shit happy birf! I enjoy seeing your Kon opinions on me dash :3 hope you have a fun day filled with friends!!!!!!!!!

thank you so much that's really sweet of you omg!!! i did start out my day having to clean up after my dog had diarrhea on the floor but at least that means it can only go up from here right khdjdkgdkgk (but thanks again :)!!)

#answers #authenticaussie

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awakenedmaiden · 11 months

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@thesafaribaggirl-returns replied to your post “I have become 25 destroyer of ages”:

Happy Birthday to you ^_^

Thank you Friend!

@eternalstretchofmuses replied to your post “I have become 25 destroyer of ages”:

HAPPY BIRTHDYA LSI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh my gosh!!!

Aurora thank you so much!!!!

@annettesoleil replied to your post “I have become 25 destroyer of ages”:

oh boy, happy borf. Five more years til your body starts randomly shutting down!

Given how my health has been this last month, I think I may be five years early

@mayohigan-orange replied to your post “I have become 25 destroyer of ages”:

HAP BIRF

THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

#empty palace ~ ooc

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derpiedoxie · 2 years

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AHHHHH DOXIE DOXIE HAPPY BIRF HAPPY BIRFFFFFFFFFFDAyyYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

IM HOPELESS AT EXPRESSING FEELINGS THRU WORDS SO HAVE SOME DRAWINGS INSTEAD

psst did u know u were my first tumblr mutual & friend so that makes u very special yesyes

HSKSHADHSJJDJSD AAAA THANK YOUUUUUUU GOOOOOOOD I ADORE THESE DRAWINGS THANK YOOOOOOHOOOHOHOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUAAAAAA

My birthday has been really heckin awesome so far, so your hopes are coming true, hehehe

ALSO THE FACT THAT I’M UR FIRST MUTUAL IS JUST AAAAAAA, I’M HAPPY I COULD BE THE FIRST EEEE

#THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THA-#SENDING ALL THE HUGS HSJFHSJJDJSJDJSDH #derpiedoxie #doxie discuss

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neolxzr · 1 year

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WAUGH CRYN IM SO SORRY I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAYYYY UEUEUEUEU ;_; I HOPE YOU HAD A LOVELY DAY <33 I LOVE YOU SOSOSO MUCH YOU DESERVE THE WORLD !!!! AND HERE IS SOME APOLOGY NARUCRYNS~~ I SWEAR NEXT YEAR I WILL NOT FORGET !!!

"cryn-chan, happy birthday!"

arashi is always the brightest thing in the room–even in the faint lighting–and her smile when she sees you does nothing to diminish that glow. in fact, it just seems to make it brighter. but that may just be the 'cryn effect', as it has been labelled by those unfortunate enough to be in the immediate vicinity when arashi is making her usual set goo-goo eyes at you.

in her hands is a small giftbox: it's wrapped with jewel-patterned paper, the same colour as her eyes. she blushes lightly as she holds it out to you. you take it from her, cradling it close to your chest.

written in loopy script, the card reads:

cryn-chan! happy birthday <3 i think i'm the luckiest girl in the world, to have you as a partner, and i hope this gift can show that. i know it isn't a lot, but i saw it and i thought of you... i love you so much. love, arashi~ <3

opening the box, you're greeted with the sight of a charm bracelet.

it's lovely–made of interlocking silver chains with a small collection of charms scattered around it. you pick out a citrine musical note, a pearl swan and a gorgeous set of amber gears. arashi must read the unspoken question in your eyes because she laughs sheepishly.

"yes, well, i'll admit: i had a little help picking out the charms. you're quite popular, you know~"

her laughs her airy laugh and you smile at her, impossibly fond.

"anyways! that's not all... i know that you have all these charms, but i wanted to do something special for you... so, i made this one myself."

she holds out a glittering silver butterfly, its wings inlaid with amethyst jewels. it matches her eyes, you think, a little surprised. "oh... it's beautiful."

arashi gives you a smile, and attaches it to your bracelet.

"there! now i'll always be with you, even when i'm not~"

you giggle, brushing your lips against her hands in a chaste kiss. "well, i love it. it's amazing. thank you so much, arashi." arashi titters.

"of course! anything for you, cryn-chan."

I HOPE THIS IS A SUFFICIENT BIRF PRESENT !!! anyways happy birthday cryn <3 i love you sooo much and i hope you had a lovely day on your birthday mwahmwah :3333

esHRGISHFKGDGJGFNSDSXDURDV GB FIDRHGFIEFKSDDKRHGRKH WAHHHHHHHHHH SNIFFLES THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER I WILL SOB dfghDFHGIFDs THIS IS A PERFECT BIRTHDAY PRESENT

and no worries ofc!!! it was just yesterday anyway uehehe

thank you so much for the narucryns reze my friend!!! i will cherish it forever uueuuehueeeueuue T^T I LOVE U SO MUCH TOO!!! <3333

#cryn answers #solaaresque #reze tag #naruquin #arashiposting #aheem aheem whimper #cries #this is so sweet #im hanging it on the fridge in my brain #maybe the naruquins will heal me of dying disease (the food poisoning)#i mean i do feel better after reading this. maybe its working eheheehee #favs #yume tag

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salted-caramel-tea · 1 year

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Happy birf 🥳🥳 hope you have an amazing celebration 😊

YUMI !!!! thank u new friend i am v happy my parents bought me a ring and gave me money to cover the tattoo i’ve been talking about getting !!!!

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