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sbrown82 · 2 months
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jae-in-a-trenchcoat · 4 months
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You wanna know what I'm surprised I haven't seen more of? Bard Tavs serenading Astarion, or singing him to sleep with a lullaby composed just for him. I'm sure Astarion would eat up all that affection.
This is so cute omg. And also managed to be an actual drabble instead of a novel! As always cw for spoilers!
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Astarion woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically looked around. But he wasn't in Cazador's torture room. No, instead he was at the Elfsong, safe and sound in a private room. It had been another nightmare, a typical occurrence as of late.
Atarion had assumed that those would stop after the monster was dead, but they seemed to be more frequent than ever. It felt unfair. He had won. Cazador was dead, by his own hand. There was nothing left to fear. Well... that wasn't including the tadpole still trapped in his lover's skull, not to mention his own. And the Elder Brain. And the cult of Bhaal. But in all honesty, all of that felt so small now with his slave master disintegrated. If he could do what had felt impossible, what had been impossible, for centuries, why couldn't he accomplish the rest?
Astarion groaned as he sat up, realizing for the first time that he was alone in bed. But luckily enough you hadn't gone far. He turned to find you sitting on the window sill, illuminated by the moonlight as you scribbled away in your journal.
You glanced over at the sound of his shuffling, your brow furrowed, "Star? Why are you still awake?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Astarion sighed, the coldness of your side of the bed coming into full perspective. He would like that fixed sooner than later, "Now come back to me, it's cold."
You smiled, slipping down from your perch to join him in bed. Astarion wasn't quite sure when such simple actions would stop making him melt like an infatuated teenager. He was starting to think that it would never come to an end.
You laughed softly as he immediately wrapped his arms around you, cradling you against his chest, "You know how I love to sleep in fits and starts. But you don't exactly have the same excuse, do you? You look so tired lately."
Astarion frowned, loathing the fact that his lack of sleep had become so obvious. But then again, if anyone was going to be familiar with his night terrors, it would be you. He sighed, "Just nightmares. Nothing you haven't heard before."
You frowned, "That doesn't make them pleasant."
"No," Astarion laughed softly, "It doesn't. But now it's your turn. What were you up to in the middle of the night?"
"Just some writing. I've been working on a few things."
"Like what?" Astarion asked, sincerely curious. You were quite the talent as a bard, a fact that he was aware of before he fell in love with you.
"A new ballad mostly, with a lullaby on the side."
That sounded well within your wheel house, though this was the first time he'd heard of you writing a lullaby, "What inspired that?"
"You," You said simply, "But I know how you get when I'm all mushy, so I kept it to myself for now."
Astarion hadn't expected that, but that massive smile that broke out on his face at the news wasn't a surprise. He kissed the top of your head, still smiling to himself, "I don't recall ever saying I disliked you being a sickening romantic. Can I hear it?"
You looked up at him, surprised for some reason. Which was frankly silly. Who wouldn't want to hear a song written about them from the person they loved most? For once in his life Astarion was being the normal one here.
"You want me to sing to you?" You asked, sitting up in bed to smile down at him.
Astarion grinned back, "I wouldn't object to it."
"Well in that case..."
And then you started to sing. Astarion adored the sound of your voice, and apparently he loved it even more when you were singing about him.
Little star, so bright and fierce,
Beautiful with eyes that pierce,
But that's not all there is,
He's strong and swift with perfect lips to kiss, a humor that is only his,
Charming and witty, a wish come true,
If only the rest of the world knew.
Astarion wasn't quite sure when he fell asleep that night, but it was to the sound of your sweet, melodious voice and with a smile plastered to his face.
And for the first time in days, he didn't have a single nightmare.
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lustashittosay · 3 months
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the tiny apple doesn't fall far from the tiny tree aww
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echo-jpg · 3 months
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Colour practice with Rosamund
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sp0o0kylights · 10 months
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Eddie had done this often enough that the last person he expected to see at the door was a well-built dude with some sports jersey on. 
“Oh hey.” Sports Guy said, not looking remotely surprised to see them (nor was he hysterical, panicking, nervous, rushing Eddie inside or doing anything people normally did when it came to a home haunting.) “Eddie right? With Hellfire?” 
“That’s me.” Eddie said, giving a dorky little tug at his shirt, right over the Hellfire Hunters emblem, and regretted it immediately. 
“Come in.” Sports Guy said, stepping aside with a wave. 
His house wasn’t quite a mansion, but it was enormous, and Eddie could barely listen as Sports Guy began giving a run through of the layout of his home. 
“It mostly stays outside, but we’ve caught it in the house a few times.” He was saying as he went, pointing out various things that sounded an awful lot more like Eddie was here to catch a racoon than a ghost. 
Halfway through his spiel a literal herd of children, led by a curly headed kid who shrieked “Steve! Don’t catch it without me!” before shooting down some stairs, and Eddie become concerned some wires had been crossed.
“You understand you hired ghost hunters, right? We’re here to…” Eddie paused, because for the first time in his life, it felt so stupid to say what he did for a living. “Hunt ghosts?” 
“I know. Dustin--that’s the curly haired kid that just ran by--brought it home by accident. The kids named it Dart but it keeps ruining my rhododendrons. 
“Your--rhododendrons?” 
Steve nodded, face serious. “I’m in line for winning the county's best garden prize at the fair this year. Check in is in a month. If I replace any more flowers with store bought ones they’re gonna disqualify me.” 
Steve the Sports Guy lived in a giant fricken house, with a buttload of children, and was worried about a ghost haunting his flowers. 
Eddie wasn’t sure what the hell he’d just fallen into, but he was desperate to learn more. 
Not just because Steve was the hottest man he had ever seen in his life. 
(...Maybe because Steve was the hottest man Eddie had seen in his life but who could blame him? Those biceps, god!)
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kiaerinnn · 5 months
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NO. WAY. OK SO, I was watching Brent Miller's (voice of Zane) video on interviewing Kirby Morrow (voice of Cole) and I found out that he voiced a shower head in a Lime-a-way commercial in 2012!😂
(R.I.P Kirby you are missed.💔)
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antianakin · 2 months
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Mandoclone fans: The Jedi MUST call the clones "vod/vod'e" or it's disrespectful because this is their CHOSEN NAME for themselves.
Same Mandoclone fans: The clones will exclusively refer to the Jedi as "jetii" and use the terms tubie/cadet/shiny instead of youngling/initiate/padawan, despite the fact that the Jedi would never call themselves by any of these terms. The clones also continue to refer to the Jedi as "Generals" in a post-war fix-it AU regardless of whether the Jedi even ARE Generals anymore or how comfortable the Jedi are with the titles.
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jaubaius · 1 year
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Man grabbing high voltage electric cable
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bruneburg · 7 months
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Three dogs having an epiphany.
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theoddsideofme · 6 months
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kyouka-supremacy · 5 months
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No okay but listen, there's just so much about Akutagawa being one of the only characters to ever apologize! And repetedly at that! I could talk about it forever! It's the character growth and improving as a person but also it's the constantly feeling himself as less, constantly under the impression that he's not worth others, like he's undeserving to live, which of course he never expresses through words, except sometimes it will still transpire! Sometimes his terrible self esteem will show! It's about his perception of himself like he's always messing up! It's about his perception of himself like he's always failing in proving himself to others! It's about his desperate need to be acknowledge by someone! It's about feeling like he's irreparably stained and corrupt! It's about the always feeling like coming short, always a disappointment to others! Like he's undeserving of love! Like there's no way anyone could ever look at him and see anything but a rabid dog! It's about the self loathing! It's about the– wait what do you mean Akutagawa and Atsushi are actually the same
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mikey1loveall · 7 months
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💙 Leonardo 💙
🐢 Kappa Kid 🐢
💚 Green 💚
Log in to AO3 to read "Like Father Like Son" by @eternalglitch and have your heart strings torn. 💚
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dantedeservedbetter · 8 months
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I CANT BELIEVE THAT THIS
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WAS AN ACTUAL SCENE IN MY INNER DEMONS LOL HELPPPP
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shittinggold · 10 months
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Fuffy + the return of posts about ship dynamics that make me think of fuffy
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vintagevisions · 2 months
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Roberta Pedon, born in 1952, was a popular Italian model in the 1960s and 1970s
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