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munsonbrackets · 7 months

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I would love a part two to the undying reader if you are ever up to it, maybe Astarion’s reaction to finding out who the reader really is <33

I feel like Astarion would remember you. Over the years however, the many faces of everyone else he had sent to Cazador had blurred yours. Except for that look you gave. That invulnerability you gave everyone. Or maybe you just gave it to him.

But Astarion knew, realized more like it, when you smiled at him.

(On a side note, I found out that vampires, according to the rules of dnd, don't breathe cannonically.)

Astarion was talking about Cazador, some more experiences he had had with him. You supplied some of your own stories, Astarion was outright surprised at how many stories of his you could meet given his age.

But there was one story. The same exact story you had told in the bar. You don’t even know if it was because of the details, or if you simply forgot this was the story.

But you talked about getting your wings stripped from you. Figuratively, to an extent at least. You talked on and on about getting caged, imprisoned, being stuck behind plastic bars that burned hot when you tried to pry on them. You talked about feeling lost for a while. Like a raven whose wings had been clipped by the same person who had the key to the cage.

And you looked so…gone. Astarion could tell, he had been there. He had heard something similar from another-

Astarion had heard it from someone else. The same story. From the bar, all those years ago. His realization only settled harder in his mind when you gave that smile to him. You talked about being free, your eyes made him feel invulnerable again, but your smile looked somber, as though you were trying to make light of the situation.

“Are you all right? I know it’s a little somber, but it’s not like I’m in it anymore.” You gave a reassuring shrug, but your entire face was worried. Not about yourself, not about the situation you were in. You were worried about Astarion.

You were worried about his furrowed brows, the slight uplift on one side of his mouth, his shocked eyes. You were worried about the way his eyes seemed to stare right through you.

Astarion took a deep breath, he had not even realized he was holding his own. He didn’t even need air, but the breath he took was so incredibly reassuring. Because he was not in the bar, he had not been released from a coffin mere 20 days prior. He did not have to scream until his voice gave out, because his lungs never would.

Astarion disregarded your expression, his face direction towards the ground.

“You’re him, aren’t you?”

You tilted your head in utter confusion.

“I- what? Astarion, are you okay?-”

“You’re him. From the bar. Aren’t you?” Astarion swallowed harshly and looked back at you. A mix of fury, betrayal and relief etched onto his face. You could not find the words, every thought you had simultaneously combusted and became faster, stronger, more prominent.

“All those years ago. You’re him. The man I met at the bar, the man I turned over to Cazador, the man that told me the story of getting his wings clipped and thrown in a cage. The man that made me feel infinite!”

“You are infinite! You have the endless stars locked away in your eyes! Your smile hides the universe!”

You yelled back, both of you now standing, facing each other. The others were bound to come running eventually.

“THEN WHY? You know what I have endured! So why lie to me! To punish me?! Is this some form of revenge for you!?”

Astarion yelled, his mind made his lungs burn as a reminder. A reminder of the coffin, a reminder of every face that Cazador had gotten from him.

You tried to touch Astarion, give him a reassuring hand on his shoulder, maybe pull him in for a hug. You couldn’t even tell yourself. Which might have been for the better as he slapped your hand away. You contracted your hand back to yourself.

“I forgave you. A long time ago. Before the nautiloid, before Cazador. I forgave you.”

You muttered out, hearing Karlach’s engine popping as her and the others got closer.

“JUST LIKE THAT?” Astarion gestured wildly. His hands flinging up, a doubting expression and that same anger.

“YOU JUST FORGAVE ME? FOR SENDING YOU TO HIM? IT’S NEVER TH-”

A sob reeked through him. His knees gave out and he collapsed onto them on the ground.

“It’s never that easy.”

Another sob and the tears started streaming down his face.

You were right there, following him to the ground. Gently cupping his face in your hands.

“It is. It is that easy. You make it easy. And I’m so sorry no one was ever selfless enough to teach you that.”

You felt the warm tears on your own skin. You stopped feeling the tension from everyone else, they might not know the full story, but they heard enough.

“I don’t make people feel invulnerable. I can’t do that. I can only show them what I see. And you are infinite in every way possible, Astarion.”

Astarion hands moved from lying limp on his thighs, to grabbing your shirt at the waist. Your hands moved from his face to crossing over on his shoulder, bringing him in for a hug. He let you. His own hands moving around your back.

“I'm so sorry. I should have told you I was him. That I am him. I should have told you everything. That I forgave you on the steps of the Szarr palace. That Cazador couldn’t turn me. Everything.”

You heard his sobs slowly subside and you felt his lips twitch into a smile, just slightly.

He gently pulled you away from each other.

“What do you mean he couldn’t turn you?”

“I- uh- can’t die? At least permanently?”

And there was something about your words, maybe your face, that made Astarion burst into laughter. You felt a smile tug at your lips just before laughing at yourself. You must have looked so befuddled. How does one even explain something like that?

You both eventually got up, arms swung over the others shoulders. The stars back in his eyes as you turned to face everyone else. A very mixed bag, to say the least. Gobsmacked, confused, delighted that there was not a fight breaking out.

“You can’t die? That is something I will have to ask Elminster about.”

Gale said. You knew he would never find the answers. But the determination in his voice, mixed with confusion, made you crumble to the ground laughing.

A short moment of silence, except for your laughter echoing through the forest, went by. Then Astarion was right next to you, a howling laughter breaking out from him as well. You looked at each other. And through smiles and confused comments from Gale about your outbursts made you realize. This was the right place for you. For both of you, right next to each other.

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xxx-ang3l-w1th-a-sh0tgun-xxx · 3 months

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he/him pronoun box made by me!

feel free to repost and use on your profile!

#he him his #he him #he him pronouns #pronouns #he/him #lgbt #lgbt 🌈#lgbtqia #lgbtq community #lgbtq #trans guy #trans pride #trans man #trans #transgender #transmasc #trans ftm

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crypticjackal13 · 1 year

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ok ok so my idea is male reader x mk swk macaque and redson and the reader one day, randomly finds out he's a fox, like he does something like sneeze, or hit his head and then poof. critter. and everyone is freaking out and the reader is confused on whats going on until someone just bluntly says, mouth agap "your a fox" and now reader is freaking out with their partners freaking out. do what ever you want with this<3

This is cuteeee please enjoy!

"The Fox Says 'Oh No How Did We Get Here'"(635 w.c)

MK, SWK, Macaque, and Redson x Male!Fox?!Reader

Funny Romantic Oneshot

Pronouns: he him

CW: none I think

As y/n was cleaning up his home, excited for his partners to all show up for movie night at his place, he had a weird feeling in his gut. It wasn’t a painful feeling, but it was almost like dizziness. As he finished sweeping, he sneezed, and then the feeling was gone. He felt triumphant about it, but then he looked down at the ground and saw how much shorter he was. He had paws, a tail, and a snout he could see if he went cross eyed.

Oh no.

What was happening?!

“Y/n, my beloved! We have arrived! And with refreshments!” Redson called, entering through the front door. MK and the others were trailing behind, each with a bag that he could only assume was said refreshments.

“I wouldn’t call five bags of peach chips refreshing.” Macaque commented, looking over his shoulder at Wukong.

“Hey, it’s either this or popcorn kernels stuck in my fangs for days!”

“Do you not know about any other snacks??”

“What the heck? There’s a fox!” MK called out, pointing at y/n.

“Oh my gods, it ate y/n!” Wukong cried.

“No, idiot, use your gold vision.” Redson said.

“Oh my gods, THAT’S Y/N!”

Macaque approached y/n, head tilted and tail flitting in concern and curiosity.

“I don’t know what happened! I sneezed, and now I’m here! How do I change back?!” Y/n panicked. He could hear the pitch of his voice being much higher. Macaque picked him up and looked him over. MK and Wukong, although concerned like the others, were both clearly holding themselves back from gushing over how cute he was.

“Well, if you sneezed to change, maybe you need to sneeze again to undo it?” Redson suggested.

“But I don’t really need to sneeze anymore.”

“Here, how’s this?” Macaque took a hold of his own tail and brushed it back and forth under y/n’s nose. He sneezed, but he didn’t change back.

“Okay…so maybe we should consider other solutions?” MK chuckled.

“Like what? The most obvious one just proved not to work!” Y/n was still so utterly confused as to why this even happened.

“Calm down, sweetheart, we’ll figure it out! You’ve got,” Macaque stopped to do a head count. “Two very smart beings here to help!”

“But there’s five of us in total!” MK said.

“Make that three, since the kid finally learned to count.”

“HEY!”

“Either way, maybe it was something in the dust you were sweeping?” Redson interjected, kneeling down to the dustpan and looking at it.

“Like what?”

“Well, you’ve got three mystic monkeys and a demon here on an almost regular basis. Perhaps if we dropped any hair or fur, and you breathed it in…”

“Then it would change him?” MK finished. Redson nodded. Y/n hopped out of Macaque’s arms and onto his couch, trying to stand on his hind legs to be a more active party in the conversation.

“Well how do I get it out? I can’t be stuck like this forever!!”

“I mean, if you were, it wouldn’t be so bad! This is literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” Wukong cooed. He scratched behind y/n’s ears and giggled at how the fox started wagging his tail. Macaque grabbed a tissue and slapped Wukong’s hand away so he could move around.

“Here, try blowing your nose. If nothing else, we’ll make you sneeze again.” He said. Y/n followed his instructions and with one harsh blow into the tissue, there was a puff of smoke. Abracadabra, he was human again!

“Woohoo! I’m a big boy again!” He cheered.

“Aw, and we didn’t even get any pictures before…” MK pouted.

“Wait, yeah, y/n! Inhale it again, we need a picture!” Wukong unfortunately encouraged the boy, and thankfully Redson and Macaque distracted them with the snacks they had brought over for the original movie night plans.

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adhd-dog-guy · 2 years

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I am spamming tumblr at 2:45 in the morning

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bizarreaizen · 10 months

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this is so me <3

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rome-theeempire · 1 month

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Yo,

How do I tell my family and friends that I've realized that I'm nonbinary and not a trans man or even transmasc? I did switch my labels from trans man to trans man after feeling like trans man was too binary for me I felt uncomfortable but then Transmasc didn't feel right either and I started realizing any connection to the binary that's strictly masculine or feminine, male or female is not for me. I wanna be me, I wanna look like myself.

I know gender is never static and your identity will change as you grow but my friends and my mom don't necessarily understand that, they're not in the loop of lgbtq stuff. I'm sure my mom will try to listen to me though but I dunnoooo, I've been thinking about this for a while.

IM FREAKING OUT I DON'T EVEN WANNA TELL EM‼️

i mean I'm keeping my name and my pronouns so I probably don't even have to tell them but AAAAAAH I definitely have to tell my brother cuz every time he outright calls me a guy it does make me uncomfortable now....

WHY IS THIS SO HARD??!! 😭

#lgbtq #queer pride #black queerness #genderqueer #nonbinary #transgender #black lgbtq #trans pride #transmasc #nonbinary umbrella #coming out again #trans nonbinary #nonbinary pride #trans umbrella #he him his #lgbtq community #lgbtq tumblr #black lgbt

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mewmewbones · 2 years

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inch the inchworm uses he/it pronouns

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darlingfella · 10 months

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Going to sit on the porch to see how long this takes to sweat off ☀️

(He/They)

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lawofcollage · 11 months

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The first of my pronouns series!

#mghartcontest #queerworksfridays #he him lesbian #he/him #he/him/his #he him his #pronouns #he him pronouns #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq positivity #lgbt pride

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hugz4starz · 1 year

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guys i'm an egirl

not the ones who put a shit ton of blush on and draw hearts under their eyes

I'm an egirl in a way where I enjoy etho's voice and content

I'm an etho girl.

(my prns are he/him pls respect them 🙏🏻)

#ethoslab #etho #limited life etho #etho my beloved #egirl #limitedlife #limited life smp #he him #he him his #he him pronouns #etho hermitcraft #etho <3 #ethogirl #<3

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munsonbrackets · 7 months

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Astarion x undying male reader (2)

I rewrote it! I like this one more than the other one, hopefully you all enjoy ver. 2 as well!

TW: angst, graphic(ish) depitctions, SPOILERS FOR ASTARION'S STORY

You and Astarion walk down the steps. The steps that are gonna decide the fate of him forevermore.

Who lives, who dies.

At the end of the stairs, Cazador starts his speech. The rehearsed words fall into crumbling deafening sentences, leaving you silent as Astarion speaks up for himself.

“You son of a bitch.” Astarion sneers and leaps towards starting the fight against his former master himself. You do not manage to grab him.

Before anyone can even register what’s happened, Astarion is sent to his spot. His spot, his place in the ritual, it glows and shimmers as if to mock and disturb you. Which it does.

Cazador stares at you, the contained rage flittering across his expression. Next thing you feel is his closeness to yourself, the heat running from your throat. His claws had dug and slashed and you feel the burning, red hot, blood draws down and in, suffocating and heating and dizzying. You fall to the floor, the liquid leaving you, leaves you feeling restless, but so fucking tired.

The rest of your party startle in for the fight ahead as you lay useless, suffocating on your own blood. The next thing you see is your own blood forming around you, your eyes blacking out. It never stops hurting.

And as you wake, your companions are struggling, fighting against the plentyfull of foes that you so cruelly left them fighting alone.

Your hand pushes your head off the floor first, no one has yet to notice the sudden life stuttering its way through your body. But the desperation never leaves your head. How long?! You scream, but no words leave you. Your mouth dry and parched, the words catching on the cut that is struck across your throat.

As you look up you realize that Cazador is at his last step. The last part, a mere handful of seconds left. You push yourself off the ground, your legs carry you faster than your newly living lungs can keep up with, but you catch him.

You catch Cazador as you leap towards the edge, a bone crushing grip settled around his ribs. You drag him to whatever pit of hell awaits under his sick idea of a ritualistic battleground that he had built to ascend.

To become great.

To take away Astarion.

The descent towards the floor of the pit goes by in seconds, but Cazador is scratching and pushing, biting and attempting to flee. You will not let him. Your keen ears hear his body connect with the ground a mere millisecond before yours does. A mere fraction of a moment, that you use to hope. Hope that this stopped the ritual, that Astarion is safe.

And once more everything is black.

You cannot help but wonder if they tried to pay Withers. To bring you back. What he said, what they discussed, would they try to get your body? Put themselves on the line for your unanimated corpse?

You were perhaps nothing more than a splotch on the ground, but you still thought. You were thinking. You are thinking.

Your eyes open with the same voracity as the breath you take in. No longer a splotch, no longer a pile of mess. You were in your own body again. In your own body, with heat. Heat pouring from your beating heart, pumping the blood and startling your limbs to reset. Your tears start and you sob. You wretch every gasp of air through your body as you lay at the bottom of a seemingly endless pit.

And as your brittle bones register the muscles surrounding them, they realize they are not so brittle after all. They are living. Moving, constricting, cramping, releasing. They tense as you push yourself to sit up.

Seemingly endless vastness peers down at you from the great beyond that you see when you look up. Climb, no think, just climb, no look around. Your head and heart scream, striking your ears with a piercing pitch.

You look around first, no one just makes a ditch. It has to have a purpose. Your aching legs agree to push you up, the all too familiar burn spreading through your body. The burn that you have labeled ‘The experience of one more life’, the feeling of living. Again.

You trudge insecurely across the unstable floor that you cannot see in the complete darkness. Your eyes only adjust enough to see your own nose, you’ve learnt that your eyes wake up last, probably due to the separate immune system awakening to the…situation?

You put your hands up, stumbling into a wall, following it, finding an arch. A doorway, probably. And stairs. Stairs. Inside the doorway. You crawl up, making sure that one hand follows the edge, your other leads you. Slowly.

As you get nearer to the top, your body no longer burns from life, but from exhaustion. Step by step, you near the dim light of the ritualistic battlefield that you fell from. Dead silence.

Your heart once more burns as you realize that you left your companions to fight, you forced a hand that Cazador couldn’t have dealt. You never even felt what should have been Cazador’s splotch on the ground that you awoke on, nothing sticky, icky or gooey. The light finally shows you your hands, which are covered in nothing but dust and dirt of some kind.

The far top reveals that you just climbed a tower, the bridge that would have led directly to Cazador’s ritual is completely broken. But your companions might need help, they might not have lived like you always seemed to. They might need you to pay Withers. Bring them back. Your legs brace themselves for the jump towards the center. You should have jumped further, you realize, as your chest collides with jutted bricks, your breath cascaded out as your nails dig into any crevice they can get hold of. A single slip and you start over.

You refuse. You clamber up the edge, sitting right behind what would have been Astarion’s circle. No ashes, no bones, he must be alright. A quick glance tells you that no bones here are mildly human. You push your legs forward once more, stand up. Walk over past Cazador’s empty tomb, his distraught body slowly succumbing to the laws of nature. But not gone.

You stomp over his skull, then you pause, then you repeat. Again and again and again, the heat of rage spreads through you. Fuck this place, fuck Cazador, fuck this ritual.

Your head thumps as you look towards the stairs leading up, leading out. The steps are tenfold worse than from the tower, the adrenaline gone, the rush faded, even the anger disappeared as quickly as it entered.

The top of the stairs is adorned by voices, whispers almost. Then only the silence broken by your tired steps on the staircase. You practically drag your body the rest of the way. Another doorway, leading to…people.

People with swords pointed at you, bows drawn, daggers at the ready. The monster hunters stand ready, their weapons drawn. The center of them, just in front of the elevator that leads out. Astarion. Beautiful, kind, Astarion.

Astarion who pushes past the hunters in front of him, Astarion who runs to you, Astarion who leaps into your arms. Your legs barely brace for his body's impact, before they give in and the two of you collapse onto your knees, the hard floor doing nothing for the pain that shoots through your body.

Gorgeous Astarion who sobs into your embrace as you hold him. The tears stream down your own cheeks, the command for everyone to stand down is given. Astarion pulls away, peels himself away from you. The lack of him makes you feel cold.

“You-” Astarion sneers, “I saw you! What did y-”

He doesn’t manage to finish his sentence as the tears cascade over his angry expression and he sends a flurry of weak punches into you. A sob wracks through his body.

“Cazador knew you! You know he knew you.”

You realize Astarion’s eyes are not filled with anger directed at you, but himself. He remembers you. He remembers handing you to Cazador.

“I forgive you, Astarion. I would throw myself off an edge to save you a million times over.” You mutter back, your hands finding the sides of his face. You bring his face to yours, plant a sweet kiss on him. You pull away and plant Astarion’s forehead against you. His hands hold yours, still on his face.

“You’re that invulnerable boy. I’m so sorry.” Astarion mutters through more gasps and sobs.

“I forgive you, I forgave you a long time ago, before ever meeting you again. You’re my everything, Astarion. I wouldn’t change a thing about the past if it meant I would never meet you again.” You tumble out, the saltiness of your tears entering your mouth as your words stumble.

You fall into each other's embrace again, a silent promise. Truth goes both ways. But not now. Now is reserved for this.

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stayqueer · 1 year

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home at last

(3 months post top surgery, ok to rb)

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finnslittlespace · 8 months

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I’m going into yr11 for the first time tomorrow. I really hate school. I’m scared and I feel like crying.

Im not ready :<

#sfw little #little space #agere community #sfw caregiver #agere caregiver #little #sfw little post #sfw agere #age regression #agere boy #transmasc #he him his #bisexual

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ajstarship · 11 days

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pookies stick together

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #drawing #small artist #traditional art #traditional drawing #sketch #my art #pookie #my pooks #smooch #smooches #he him #he him pronouns #he him his

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bizarreaizen · 1 year

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#pronouns #neopronouns #xenopronouns #she her #he him #he him pronouns #he him his #they them #it its #it its pronouns

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rome-theeempire · 2 years

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GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS

LET ME TELL YOU SUMTHING LET ME TELL YOU SUMTHING

There's a new boy in my class and he was so pretty but like in a handsome way ya know??? So I asked for their pronouns and he looked so happy and I got so excited cuz he's the only BLACK TRANS MASC I've ever actually met and then I told them my pronouns and he got even happier cuz he knew I was Transmasc and his smile I just AAASADFDXHGFVKGCBKNXSDVJVCBNJBBKBCVNJVVWTFFFDDDD THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL

Anyways I'm gonna go pull apart owl pellets

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