#love you!

[vale-writes]

when i feel icky i like to project onto whatever poor characters happen to be my hyper fixation at the time. might i recommend a hurt/comfort with our favorite vampire spawn when tav gets burnt out/depressed/dissociates?

i love this request <3 my dissociation has been horrible these past 3 weeks and i hadn't even thought of doing this. thank you!!

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, dissociation, reader is in depressive/dissociative episode, gender neutral reader, post-events of the game, bg3 and astarion spoilers

summary: ever since you defeated the netherbrain and saved baldur's gate from evil, astarion noticed you weren't yourself anymore. he started seeing pieces of himself in your behavior, which terrified him. he decides to ask what's wrong and tries to help you through it <3

Ah, sunrise. The time that Astarion should’ve despised the most, considering it’d kill him, but it was really one of the times of day that he loved the most. Because you were there waiting for him in bed.

He was just coming back from a night of haphazard drinking with Karlach and Wyll. They’d both invited you out, but you’d refused, saying you were too tired from all the work you’d been doing helping Baldur’s Gate rebuild. Astarion had been suspicious of you. You were never one to turn down some partying with friends, but he had tried not to think too much of it.

He quietly crept back in through the front door of your shared house, and a soft smile found its way onto his face when he saw that all the curtains had already been drawn to protect him. You must’ve drawn them before you went to bed, knowing he’d be back by sunrise. It was the little things like that that made his undead heart feel alive, even if just for a moment.

Astarion slowly pulled his boots off, trying not to make any noise. After centuries of slinking about, being silent wasn’t something he really had to try to do. But he always was extra conscious when it came to you. He didn’t want to wake you up or disturb your sleep. You deserved to rest.

He gently opened the door to your room and just stared at you for a bit. There was no light in the room, but his darkvision let him see you just fine, albeit in shades of grey. He changed into some more comfortable clothes for sleep and slid into bed with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You were sleeping on your side with your back facing him, so he just buried his face in the back of your neck and deeply inhaled your scent. Gods, you were so warm. And soft. And the perfect person to sleep next to.

“I’m home, darling,” he murmured softly into your neck, though he knew you couldn’t hear him in your sleep. He always tried to savor this time. Your schedules never seemed to line up, what with him being nocturnal and you not, but sunrise was the one time you both could really rest together, even if it was only for a few hours.

“I love you,” he said before placing a light kiss on the back of your neck and closing his eyes, holding you tight against him. He let himself relax and fall into his trance, his breathing slowing and muscles relaxing into you.

He woke from his trance about four hours later with you still in his arms asleep. He blinked in confusion. By now, you should be out of bed and out of the house. He was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, though. Maybe you’d decided to take the day off to rest. He couldn’t complain about that. He simply nuzzled his face into your neck again and decided to just wait for you to wake up. You always looked so peaceful when you slept. He could stare at you for hours, just drinking in the sight of you.

He sat up and took out a new book he’d been reading. He wasn’t just going to sit around the house doing nothing when the sun was out. He ran a hand through your hair while he read; half because he knew you liked it, and half because he was a selfish bastard who kind of wanted you to wake up already so he could tell you about all the stupid shit he’d gotten into last night. You slowly stirred from your sleep at his touch, turning to look up at him. You lazily draped an arm over his blanket-covered legs.

“G’morning, ‘Starion,” you said groggily.

“Good morning, darling. You’re up late. Did you plan on taking the day off?” He continued running his hand through your hair and set his book down by his side.

“..What? What time is it?” You frowned in confusion.

“It’s already almost midday. Are you okay? You don’t usually oversleep. Well, this much, anyway.”

“..Midday..? Godsdamnit I’m so late,” you grumbled as you laid face first on your pillow. “Might as well just stay home at this point.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re not answering my question, darling.”

“What was the question?” you asked, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“Look, darling, as much as I love having your face in the pillow when we’re in bed, I need you to turn over so I can actually hear you.” He grinned at his own dirty joke and waited to hear your giggle back.

But he got nothing.

“..Are you hungover or something?” he scoffed. “You know, we invited you out last night. Did you go off partying with some other group of dashing bastards? You can tell me. I’ll pretend to not be offended.”

Again, nothing. He tried to hide the growing panic in his voice.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked quietly, as if it couldn’t be true if he didn’t say it loud enough. “Did I do something?” He took his hand out of your hair and placed it on his lap. His eyes raked over you, trying to see if there was anything physically wrong with you. You were eerily still. Still breathing, but you weren’t moving at all, even though it couldn’t have been comfortable with your face in the pillow like that.

“No. ‘Starion.” Your voice sounded.. pained. Like every word was taking the life out of you to say. He reached over and picked your limp body up to turn you over onto your back. Your eyes were glazed over and half-lidded. If he couldn’t feel you breathing in that moment, he was sure he would’ve thought you died. He moved some of your hair out of your face as some was stuck to your mouth.

Astarion leaned over you, scanning your face to see what could possibly be wrong with you.

“Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?” He hadn’t noticed any signs of someone breaking in and he didn’t smell your blood anywhere in the house. What in the Hells was wrong with you?

“‘M fuzzy..” Was all you said.

“You’re.. fuzzy..?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What do you mean you’re-“

And then it clicked. He’d seen you like this once before. It was after you’d been imprisoned and chained up by that goblin priestess, Gut. You’d stumbled out of there in a daze, covered in blood but silent. Once you’d all gone back to camp, you just stayed in your tent for hours. Karlach had gone to check on you, but all she came back to tell the group was that you had been laying there silently. The only thing you’d said was that you were “fuzzy.” Gods, it was so long ago that he’d almost forgotten.

He stared into your eyes. Eyes that were looking, but not seeing. He saw himself laying there. In your eyes, he saw the same faraway look he made himself have every night when he was still enslaved by Cazador. It made him have a horrible nauseous feeling in his stomach. What could have possibly made you feel this awful?

“I’m going to get you some water, okay?”

You simply blinked at him. He tried to mask the anxiety on his face and hurried to pour you a cup of water. He came back into the room with your favorite cup in hand and set it on the nightstand next to you.

“Do you think you ca-“ He looked down at you and saw there were tears falling from your eyes. They fell down your temples and onto the pillow under you, but your expression hadn’t changed since he left. He gently wiped the tears from your eyes as if you were a delicate piece of glass. As if you could break.

Your mind was completely empty but unfathomably full at the same time. You wanted to tell Astarion what was wrong. That you never had time to process everything that happened in your adventure. That the faces of the people you killed or couldn’t save were always in your mind. That the wounds you’d taken always felt like they were still there, no matter how many times Shadowheart had healed you. It was too much.

But whenever you tried to tell him what happened, the thoughts drifted away from you. Your tongue felt heavy. It was better to just give in to the gnawing emptiness. To let it consume you. To let it drown you.

Astarion took your hand in his and gently rubbed his thumb along the back of your hand. The chill of his skin against yours brought you up for air for a moment.

“..cold,” you fought through the heaviness of your own tongue, trying to tell him that the cold was helping. He pulled his hand away from you immediately.

“I’m- I’m sorry. I thought it might-“ He looked down and saw that you had gripped his hand into yours before he could pull away, his cold hand now spreading its chill through your own. He frowned in confusion. “What..?”

You flicked your chin up to motion him closer. Every movement felt like dragging a thousand pounds behind you, but his touch lightened the load just a bit. He tentatively brought his face closer to yours, now about a foot away. You flicked your chin again, then pushed your head down so your forehead was closer to him.

His eyes flickered in understanding once you did this. He laid a gentle, cool kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead on yours.

“Is this helping? Me being cold?” he murmured, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke. You simply closed your eyes and took your first deep breath of the day. Gods, were you lucky your partner was undead.

“Mm,” you grunted in response. He took his free hand and wrapped it around the back of your neck to hold you closer. He picked you up to help you sit up against the headboard of the bed, then straddled you to sit in your lap. He wrapped his arms around you, trading his undead ice for your living warmth.

It shocked your brain out of its spiral, finally letting you fully see Astarion. Your hands moved to his waist and you kissed his nose, earning a surprised noise from him. He pulled away to look at you again, his red eyes drinking in every inch of your face, as if he was trying to memorize every line and shape in it.

“What happened, love? Did someone hurt you? Did you eat or drink something odd? Gods, if anyone did anything to you, they’ll have to deal wi-“

“Astarion-“ you tried to cut him off before he could begin his “I’ll murder anyone,” rant.

He scowled. “No, I’m serious. Who did this to you? Where do they live? You know I’ve got plenty of experience killing. Nobody would know-“

“Astarion.” His face softened and he looked at you again. You gently tucked a stray curl back behind his ear. “Nobody hurt me. I just- life has been a lot, recently. I’ve been so busy helping everyone rebuild and I never had time to just.. rest, and recover from what happened to me. To us.”

“You fucking hero,” he rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh. “Can you be selfish for just one second? Fuck them all. Are you saying spending the entire day shoveling bricks out of the street and listening to people cry for hours is more important than laying here with-“

You shot him a warning look. He rolled his head back and dramatically groaned in frustration.

“Why didn’t you tell me before this happened?” He rested one of his hands on your chest, toying with a stray thread coming out of your shirt. He’d have to fix that later.

“I didn’t want to worry you, ‘Starion. I thought I could handle it,” you mumbled and looked away from him, ashamed by your weakness. You couldn’t deal with a little zoning out and feeling sad every now and then? Really?

He took his other hand and pushed your face back to face him. When you saw him again, his eyes were narrowed and darkened at you. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” You squirmed under him, confused by the sudden firmness in his voice.

“Don’t say you didn’t want to worry me. That’s what led to.. this, which made me infinitely more worried than if you had just told me sooner.” He took a deep breath. He was trying to practice that whole “vulnerability” thing. “It scared me, seeing you like that,” he murmured. “At first, it was because I didn’t know what was wrong. And then it got worse when I did realize what was wrong. I don’t- I don’t want to see you like that. Like me, before.. all of this.”

Your heart felt full, but also dropped at the same time somehow. Gods, he really did care about you. In your efforts to try to shield him from what was happening, you ended up hurting him anyways. You took his hand on your face and kissed it softly before resting your face on his chest, tightly wrapping your arms around him.

“I’ll take that as an apology. You know, I’d prefer a bouquet and a new perfume—maybe a new pair of shoes as well—but I suppose this will do,” he sighed, trying to sound annoyed. You could hear the smile in his voice, though, even if he tried to hide it while you drank in his scent in his chest.

“Now, lay down again. You’re staying right next to me until I say you can leave. I never thought I’d say this, but I do miss our little camps, if only for the fire I could sleep by every night.” He pulled himself off of you and got back under the covers, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in as well. He was startlingly strong for a.. petite elf, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. He spooned you, leaving kisses along your neck while holding you tightly against himself. Your heat spread through his chest and stomach, making him release a content sigh.

"You'll be my fire, won't you? All you have to do is stay here and rest with me, darling. Let me take care of you."

Yeah, the city could go without you for a few days. You had more important things to do now.

#vale writes #WOOOOO #this one got away from me #i’ll be working through the other requests soon #didn’t mean to make this so long #love you! #bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 hurt comfort #hurt/comfort #dissociation #bg3 fic

[nouies]

— Harmony —  

written by nouies / art by @lemelous for @alltheselights louis/harry | explicit | 6k

Alpha Harry and Omega Louis don’t have the most amicable relationship at work. When they get stuck together in an elevator, Harry scents Louis after nothing else works to bring him out of his panicked state. Their time trapped in the elevator together brings to light some misunderstandings, and maybe some feelings for each other, too.

🏷️ a/b/o au, enemies to lovers, co-workers, panic attacks, scenting, explicit sexual content, happy ending

#blouisparadise #hlficlibrary #hlcreators #hljournal #trackinghome #1dficvillage #ficsfor4am #1dsource #* #*f #harmony* #happy birthday emma! hope you like this little gift <333 #love you!

[linked-maze]

It's my cat Oreos birthday today- could you wish them a happy birthday pls?

never ever text me ever again!

#love you!

[michaelcliffordisbeautiful]

happy 28th birthday michael!!

#happy birthday sunshine #love you! #michael clifford #happy 28th birthday #happy birthday michael clifford #5sos #5 seconds of summer #michael clifford b&w #michael clifford hq #5sos hq #5sos b&w #5sos michael #michael clifford smile #birthday post

[akioukun]

I'm watching you paint Billy right now and it's so fucking incredible to me that I am able to do that.

You have so much talent. I feel honoured every day that I am able to witness it and call you my friend.

Not joking, mate.

Love you

💗

I’m going to SOB you sent this whilst I was painting? Oh my god ;; I love u dude. Its so fun to make art and chat with you guys, it means more than you guys know, seriously ♥️

THIS ONES FOR YOU GUIN

#akianswers #painting this was hard #billy hargrove #but it was so fun #thanks for watching the chaos that unfolded #and the twelve reattempts to paint the face #and fix the tit #love you!

[1dgalleryx]

HAPPY 29TH BIRTHDAY NIALL!!

#love you! #happy birthday #sunshine #happy birthday niall #niall #niall horan #niall horan hq #happy 29th birthday #happy 29th birthday niall #1d #1d hq #one direction #one direction hq #one direction niall #1d niall

[silvercap]

To all the people who leave long comments on my work, and point out the things you liked: I am so very grateful for you, and I think about the kindness you leave behind whenever I need a boost <33 I appreciate you so much, and I just want to thank you for leaving me such lovely comments! It really makes my day, and no words can explain how much I appreciate you. I just want to highlight the people who take time out of their day to break down all the things they loved about my silly little fanfictions, because you guys make the world go round <3

Same goes for everyone else who leaves comments or DMs with me! I love you guys <3

#feeling feelings #:)) #love you! #mutuals too <3 #love for everybody

[gingerthemoonlark]

i really wish the series addressed sophie's trauma, not just from past neverseen battles and stuff, but from her life before the lost cities. because yes, all of these life or death situations are deeply traumatizing and terrible and i'm glad shannon addresses that instead of sweeping it under the rug and moving on the the next adventure, but you know what else is emotionally scaring? being ostracized by your peers. being mocked on a regular basis. not having a single friend. sophie's only concern with leaving her home in book 1 was her family. this kid did not have a single friend. and i can personally tell you how much this messes you up, especially at that young.

when people are constantly making snarky comments on anything you do it makes you constantly paranoid about the tiniest acts. is getting up to throw out my napkin weird? is everyone going to think i'm crazy? will they all hate me if i throw this napkin out?

and it's even worse for her, because she could hear the things people thought too. can you freaking imagine???? having to hear even the nice people, the ones you thought you liked, make an off handed comment that they didn't really think about. in the beginning of the first book, she even briefly talks about hearing her parents wish she was normal.

i'm not saying that it needs to be a big plot point or anything, but it would be nice if this huge part of her was acknowledged. i haven't been bullied like i was for a very long time now, and i am generally really happy and have an incredible group of friends and an amazing girlfriend and my life is better than it's ever been, but i still waaaay overthink small things and wonder if people actually like me and constantly worry that they're mad at me. bullying messes you up. and it would be really interesting to see that manifest in sophie. there's no realistic way that she isn't seriously scarred from all of that.

and obviously shannon has a lot of other stuff to deal with and it would be weird for sophie to all of a sudden start showing these signs, but i wish it had been a part of the plan from the beginning.

maybe this is just self indulgent but i clung to these books when i first found them because book 1 sophie was in the same place i was. and i just think it would be cool if i got to see her like me now, as well as her slowly healing from all of it along with her other trauma.

#see this is what happens when we get a break from school #i think too hard about things that don't matter #and you guys have to hear about it #:) #love you! #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #sophie foster #kotlc sophie #kotlc headcanons

[cinamun]

To all my friends who I’ve shared this space with over the years, have a fun night tonight and please, please be safe. Indira and I would love it if you were alive tomorrow to bring in the new year with us.

Free Rides

#happy new years eve friends #be safe #follow the rules #let someone else do the driving #drink until buzzed #not wasted #love you!

[kittyblushed]

Jasper B. photo dump!!!!

Did y'all know he has a heart on his ass! 🤍

I'm glad this community likes my little guy so much :3

#im new to tumblr #steven universe #:3 #su #peridot #jasper #jumping spider #spiders #spider #tw spider #love you! #LOOK AT MY BABY!!

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I've been gone for too long. What did I miss?

Uhhh (my mental breakdown lol) I'd say nothing much?! CoD fandom has been a bit quiet after the release of MW3 :/

But if I were to do some cherry picking I'd say go read @ceilidho 's Ghost x reader Vegas wedding prompt if you haven't yet!

Also @wordstome 's Kingdom Come fic!! Part 3 was posted when you were on a break I think? + I hope you saw that König hip thrust finisher vid she posted a day or two ago =)

And @gremlingottoosilly 's Monster!König headcanons if you're into monsterfucking pls you need to binge that shit

And from my own insanity: let me introduce you to Satyr!König 👹

#please feel free add to this ppl!!! #we have hungry mouths to feed #ps i'm glad you're back cookie and I hope you're doing well ❤️❤️❤️ #love you!

[gniteruirui]

Helloouuouououw

Hellu~ 🤍

#ask #Love you! #things will get better soon #❤️‍🩹 #fnaf moondrop #fnaf superstar daycare

[drugsonthenightstand]

#love you!

[nightlocktime]

Forbannelsen (2022) for @ghostcat3000​

#forbannelsen #possession #tarjei sandvik moe #night edits #ghostcat3000 #fanworks festivus 2023 #*comes out from Photoshop workspace covered in blood* happy 1 month belated birthday!!! #did I plan to post this exactly today? I didn't #it just happens to be today when I finally finished a 2-month fist fight with my computer #that might be a literal statement I won't confirm or deny it #also dark scenes are a mystery to me #I need some serious lessons #anyway... FELIZ CUMPLE MY FRIEND #love you!

[janeicethesiren]

Kuroshitsuji Hot Take/Headcanon: Sebastian Is Sick of Ciel and This Contract

Hey! New blog, don’t mind me. I have some thoughts that I have to spill out otherwise I literally can’t sleep so here we go! Don’t take it too seriously lol I’m just talking.

Anywho, as the title says, I really think Sebastian is sick and tired of O!Ciel, this contract, the phantomhive drama, and all of the other shenanigans going on, especially after the 2CT reveal.

Sebastian is an egomaniac who believes in his own hype. He’s selfish to his core, self-serving, arrogant, hyper-narcissistic, pedantic, and overall unpleasant unless he has to be. Yana even said she finds him unappealing (and I don’t blame her!)

I love Sebastian, I promise. But, based on how much has happened over the course of less than 4 years and how many times he’s been caught off guard lately, he seems like the type that would HATE to be in this situation.

Look at him! When he got embarrassed by Blavat and that cult, what’d he do? He went to go mingle with some prostitutes. Yeah, he got some information from them but he was DEFINITELY looking for an ego boost.

Sebastian probably has a long list of grievances. To list a few:

1. He’s gonna have to fight Undertaker again most likely (which we all know he definitely DOESN’T wanna do).

2. The reapers are constantly on his ass.

3. Having to raise a child (technically two children if you count finny), and that child being the most spoiled, whiniest, greediest brat you ever did see. (and I say this with love)

4. And having to manage and constantly clean up the messes of his incompetent (day job wise) employees???

5. And how could I forget, they barely made any moves towards revenge! (Although I think this is more of a writing thing then a Ciel and Sebastian in universe thing. Plus I’m pretty sure the Queen did it or had something to do with it anyways, so…)

Like, he’s definitely over it, lol.

Not to mention, motherfucker is STAAAAAAARRRRVIIINGGG!!!! Didn’t William say he was, “half mad with hunger,” or something similar? Could you imagine basically having to fight to the death, jump through rings of fire, literally bend over backwards without a break for years on end JUST to eat, what you hope, is a gourmet pizza??? I’d be aghast!

Sebastian is an uppity bitch that likes to put on airs about being “elegant” and “classy” and “not like those other lowly demons who just eat whatever,” but he was just like that not too long ago himself. He probably, lowkey, still is to an extent. Yana didn’t call him a beast for nothing.

What I’m saying is, yeah, he’ll do the work to upmost perfection for his own personal pride because he’s an egomaniac. And a perfectionist who’s also a callous, narcissist that can never fail and never be wrong, but that doesn’t mean he’s having fun right now lol. I personally headcanon that while he enjoys being a butler to an extent, he secretly feels like he bit off waaaaaayyyy more than he meant to chew.

In his head, I bet Sebastian’s like, “I will literally do ANYTHING to go home at this point. There isn’t a day that goes by that I haven’t wanted to push that damn brat down a flight of, AT LEAST, ten staircases. I’m tired, I’m hungry, I’ve been humiliated by these…. LESSERS….way too many times, I have to tolerate a bunch of annoying humans and reapers, and don’t even get me STARTED on this……this….CHILD! MY GOD! He can’t bath, he doesn’t want to walk, he can’t dress himself or tie his own shoes. I’m surprised I don’t have to feed him myself half the time! I’ve been run ragged way past what’s necessary and-!“

Just, constantly. Everyday.

Lol I highly doubt he’d ever wanna do this shit again. Or would at least take an extended break afterwards.

TLDR: Sebastian is a tired and hungry egoistic demon who would just unceremoniously eat the child if he weren’t so damn prideful.

#kuroshitsuji #Black Butler #kuroshitsuji manga #o!ciel #ciel phantomhive #character analysis #headcanon #this is mostly meant for laughs #I just needed to dump this on you guys so I can sleep #love you! #please don’t take this too seriously

[cutepotatook]

AAAAH! we are mutuals? May I just say I absolutely love your art, thank you for liking mine! *proceeds to throw hearts and stars at you and then run away to eat your art* ❤️✨⭐️

THOSE WERE MY WORDS WHEN I FOLLOWED YOU AND SAW THE GREEN ICON HHASHASHASH (and actually many other cool artists are now my muts, I'm still shoked) I really like your art too, you have a very cute art style!! thank you for the stars and hearts *uno reverse* 💖🌼💛🌙🌟

#you're all so talented! #I am very happy to follow the work of each of you #love you!