#i don't know her

[spielzeugkaiser]

I fought this very much, but here it is! Watercolour and oil pastels.

#jaskier #the witcher #yennefer of vengerberg #yennskier #my camera is shit even after retouching it it still doesn't look like the original - watercolours are kinda fine #but oils? my phone is like #I don't know her #I'm trying very much to be free tomorrow evening to watch S3 but I'm still not sure I'll make it #and I'm working on the weekend #if it doesn't work out I'm gonna cry

[cherybeee]

i now pronounce you nerd and nerd

#canon? #i don't know her #silly doodles #(tsams) #solar x moon #solarmoon #the robots are gay and kissing

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Prompt: Ascendant Astarion and Consort Tav going on a decades long honeymoon just leisurely traveling from place to place because they want to and not because they have to (and leaving chaos in their wake).

Fluffy evil chaos pairing? I'm into this!

CW: Bad people doing bad things. And an attempt at some gender-neutral soft-coreness so nsfw elements. I like basically uh, made the new epilouge a fluffier verions like a psycho im sorry writers 😅 You're vision wasn't lost on me but a good idea is a good idea. Also spoliers for epilouge. And like still bad, murder, nsfw, sicko psycho blah blah blah. Probably inaccurate lore.

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Astarion had grand visions for his future. How could he not? After everything he had accomplished. A past slave turned usurper, amassing a power that his old master could only dream of. He had gone from a pathetic, scuttling whelp prowling the city streets to being free. Utterly and completely. With no brothers or sisters to compete with, the entirety of Cazador's estate was at his disposal.

And then there was the best part, the only reason he had managed to be here in the first place. The best and perhaps only good thing to ever happen to him. His very reason for living. You.

And now, you were so much better than who he had first met. He had loved you before the change, of course he did. But the depth of feeling you shared now was beyond comprehension. He owned you, body and soul. You were shackled to him for all eternity, forever blessed with the knowledge that no secrets were possible between the two of you. You weren't equals, no. Far from it. How could you be when you had been so willing to degrade yourself for him? But you were something better. Soulmates, fated by every unholy power that existed. You belonged to him, as he did to you. His ownership just... manifested in a more literal sense.

Not that it mattered. The difference between the two of you was miniscule in everyday life. He was too busy enjoying you to worry over petty power struggles with the center of his universe. No, Astarion wasn't wasting a single moment of his newfound freedom. What was the use of endless power if he wasn't going to have a bit of fun?

So while Astarion had plenty of aspirations for regional, and perhaps world domination (in his wildest dreams), he decided that he could start on that whenever. Eternity was a long time, and he saw no reason to start it at a sprint. Not when he had the time and money to enjoy you fully, both of you parasite and responsibility-free.

The first six months were spent solely into being cooped up together, exploring each other in every way imaginable. It had been one thing to fall in love on the road with adrenaline pumping in your veins. A near death experience on every horizon, versus quiet and peaceful nights together, with nothing to do but enjoy each other's company. Astarion was nearly surprised at just how easily he fell deeper and deeper in love with you as the time passed. Everything. You're body, you're mind, you're voice, you're charm, he was starving for all of it, at all times.

It had been a lovely six months, only interrupted by an impromptu reunion from Withers. It had been interesting enough, but the exposure to others just made Astarion realize how unwilling he was to let you go quite yet. No, his plans for Baldur's Gate could continue to wait. Instead of beginning his plans, he asked you to name anywhere in the world that you had dreamed of visiting. And he took your answer and ran with it, solely because he could. So off to Neverwinter you went, the both of you still sickeningly in love on the way. It was such a silly trip, mostly spent with you obsessing over their famous gardens and flowers. A subject that would have made Astarion’s skin crawl in a past life. But… seeing you smile as you sniffed every flowered plant you could find was too endearing for him to resist. It helped that you were very… open to his own interests, no matter where the urge may struck.

It was quite thrilling, to be powerful enough to get away with anything. He hadn’t been above killing anyone who saw your more public escapades, but for the few who he spared, he had more than enough coin to keep their mouths shut. You spent longer there than Astarion had ever anticipated, but things had just happened. The two of you bought a house on a whim, tired of inn prices when you could create your own home for a combined less gold. Before he knew it, you were buying the property next door as well, opening shop for your mage and witch brews. It was a fine enough life, interesting enough to hold Astarion’s attention when you both opened up a side business, a small but lively assaination agency. 

It was fun, killing those who were totally powerless to fight against him, deserving or not. Funnier still when he was able to do it with you. There had been so many blood filled nights that ended in lust-filled moans, Astarion would never fail to remember those years with an intense fondness. Nearly eight years passed before the two of you moved onto the next area, stopping for a few years in the countryside just for the hells of it. It was nice to take breaks from society to just enjoy each other, a tradition the both of you would keep throughout the decades. 

Your next stop was Waterdeep, with an unfortunate encounter with Gale himself. Unfortunate being that you still considered him a friend, and somehow convinced Astarion to help him with his next scheme. He was once again on the topic of stealing ancient magic books, enticing them with the promise of sharing their knowledge. One that he followed through on, but also one that took six years to keep. It had been… an experience to travel with Gale for that long, even if most of it had been working separately while communicating. But still, the constant communication had been trying, even if the knowledge you both received has been more than worth it. 

 But with that, you had no reason to stay. The two of you moved on, taking a break from the larger cities to explore smaller, more ancient areas. It was quite the experience, with some villages being as dull as a box of rocks, and others exposing magical secrets beyond what his old self could ever comprehend. It was through investigation into life in rural Faerun, and a fascinating one at that. One that only ended in three villages being burned to the ground and five murderers. All within the span of ten years. How much more of a peaceful time could one ask for?

It was nearly too peaceful, enough to finally drag Astarion out of the pleasant stupor he had been in. Everything in life for the past three decades had been wonderful and beautiful. But it was time to move on to better things. He had greater plans for the both of you, visions of your names staining every history book known to man. And it would all begin with securing Baldur’s Gate. 

He told you as soon as he was sure, more than ready for your worried response, “Are you sure we can?” 

The two of you were in bed together, your arms loosely draped over each other’s bodies. Your life of leisure had made you doubtful, a symptom that Astarion had expected. 

He sighed, tightening his hold on you as he answered, “Of course darling. With me by your side, there’s nothing to doubt.”

“But… I like what we have. Will… will we always just be doing plans for regional domination?”

Astarion almost rolled his eyes. He hadn’t survived this long to be naive to the benefits of leisure time. 

“Whoever said that vacations would never come into play?” He asked with a smirk, leaking in to kiss your cheek, “I swear you’ll have plenty more years alone with me darling, you can be sure of that.”

That seemed enough to appease you. You sighed, a tell tale sign that you were willingingly giving in, “Okay. Do we leave tomorrow?”

“Not until I make a few more arrangements,,” Astarion said, “You’ll know when it’s time.”

“Okay,” You nodded with a yawn, more than used to your future being semi-unclear. But that was okay. You knew to trust Astarion with your future, just one more thing that he loved about you, “Just try to give me some warning.”

“I’ll try,” Astairon lied, more than prepared to swoop you up in the middle of the night if the urge called for it, “Now rest darling. We’ll talk more in the morning.”

“I love you,” You sighed before letting your eyes slip closed. Instantly following with your natural instinct to obey.

Astarion smiled to himself as he watched you fall under, murmuring under his breath, “I love you too my treasure, more than you’ll ever know.”He meant it with every fiber of his being, the seemingly only constant of his existence. Maybe it was closer to an obsession than the pure love that people dreamed about, but he couldn’t care less. What you had was better. And with you by his side, anything was possible.

#astarion #astarion x reader #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #you'll pry my long posts out of my cold dead hands #ascended astarion #long fic #spoilers #i am making bad man romantic but he still bad #like canon? #I don't know her #two more to go~

[mintlimeginger]

Decided to follow @doyouknowthischaracter to try to help out and it's just a sea of

#i don't know her

[medusaspeach]

Chiron and Achilles wip ✨

#greek mythology #achilles #chiron #fantasy #sketch #work in progress #character design #medusa's peach #perspective? #i don't know her #need to re-ink this cleaner #i'm not even sure how im going to color this #interiors... *throws hands up in the air*

[undead-knick-knack]

Liliana

Imogen

#critical role #critrole #critrole memes #cr3 #cr c3 #bells hells #bell's hells #liliana temult #imogen temult #i am your mother #bitch who are you #cr spoilers #< just to be safe #love the difference in gif quality #i don't know her #cr memes #cr shitpost #courtesy of me #cr campaign three #crit role #critrole meme

[andy-clutterbuck]

5x02 | Strangers

#he's beckoning me i must go #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S5 #im coming richard #*nature documentary narrator voice* we've spotted a bear in the forest. he's a fine one #excuse me sir please put your forearms away thank you #menace #excuse me but the nose™ #also his arm hair but i'm not gonna be that weird right now #throw me against a tree challenge #pain is weakness leaving the body #poison ivy? #i don't know her

[valleydean]

Big day today, huh? Happy birthday Cas, happy destiel day, and happy supernatural anniversary to ME. I can't believe some of you people have been putting up with me for 15 whole ass years. Not to get deep but being in this fandom is one of the best parts of my life 💙💚

#who would I have even BEEN if you removed this show from my life?! #worse? #normal? #I don't know her #spn #cas #Castiel #destiel #deancas

[only-a-northern-soul]

McLennon writers be like:

“I think we ought to read only the kind of fanfics that wound or stab us. If the fanfic we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write?

We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”

#fluff? #i don't know her #only angst #mclennon

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Me, every time I commission a Cassian and/or Nessian art: so, first things first, I am a curly haired Cassian truther

#and it's a hill I die on every time #straight haired Cassian? #I don't know her #canon can get fucked

[queerclarkkent]

Okay so my dad has dyslexia and he's trying to write my mum a love letter but he can't spell it

So he enlisted the help of my sister - who is ALSO dyslexic

So they came to me, weirdly, and asked me to help them write it

Two dyslexics and an aromantic write a love letter : a play in irony

#aromantic #demiromantic #christmas #Love letter #Romance?? #i don't know her #My aromantic arse can't write a love letter #Help #dyslexia #Spelling?? #Like language #Not the cool kind #With witches #We've been sitting in a circle scratching our heads for 20 minutes #Ouch #Aghhhh help #queer #Also my sister signed off on this post so I'm not being mean i swear

[ofdarklands]

12 - Anqā

The Anqā or Anqā Mughrib is an enormous, mysterious female bird in Arabian mythology. She is said to fly far away and only appear once in ages, however, she can be found at "the place of the setting of the sun". It is described as very beautiful and colorful with "a long neck, human face, four pairs of wings, some resemblance with every living being, and a whiteness in its neck". Zakariya al-Qazwini comments that it's "a wise bird with experience gained throughout many ages and gives admonitions and moral advice".

The word anqā means "long-necked". The word mughrib has a number of meanings signifying "strange, foreign", "distant, remote", "west, sunset", "desolated, unknown" and "white, dawn" and expresses the enigma as well as unreality associated with the creature. Anqā, however, is also related to ʿanāq ("misfortune, hard affair") and was, along with ʿanqāʾ mughrib, used to mean a calamity. It was so because the bird was said to be originally a being with all perfections but became a plague or scourge and was killed.

#inktober2023 #my works #inktober #i am pretty sure i'm missing a lot of context but i did what i could with the english wiki #there's a long essay i found related to it but i just gave it a quick overview #i'm yoloing inktober here. might read it later #that said #watch me get distracted by the depiction of 4 working pair of wings here #what sunset #i don't know her #gold and silver ink but they're hard to see on a scan

[thenightrune]

#mortal kombat #i don't know her

[littlematchagirlll]

MICHAEL SHEEN'S MOM REPOSTED THIS???

#i love her #i don't know her #but i would die for her #she is so supportive of her son #good omens #good omens 2 #go2 #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #michael sheen #david tennant #crowley #good omens tiktok #good omens twitter #good omens edits

[andy-clutterbuck]

4x16 | A

#*nature documentary narrator voice*: we've crept upon a beast loitering in the forest. let's see what he does. my goodness he's a fine one #Rick Grimes #* #rg #S4 #Murder Coat™ #me as the bag strap #excuse me but The Nose™ #this is the s4 finale so that counts as feral rick right? #it does im making the executive decision #are you even alive if Feral Wildman Rick didn't speak to some nasty part of your brain #hello sir would you like to get to know each other biblically in the foliage over there #that was already a tag.....i amaze myself sometimes #poison ivy? #i don't know her #that one curl sticking out on the right #hello welcome to the tour #on your left you will see A MAN™ #please proceed carefully it may bite

[judas-isariot]

Is the Chicken, griffon lady is gay ?

Please tell me yes.

#dungeon meshi #i don't know her #yet