#sidxreus

[divinelght]

 🪽 ❛  i  can’t  do  this  without  you .  ❜ ― @sidxreus ,                               ( soft angst starters : accepting )

               Ever since their party set foot in the Shadow-Cursed Lands, everything felt immeasurably difficult for the aasimar now splayed out on the floor of Astarion's tent, her wings cramped beneath her weight. The air around them, thick with death, exhausts her ― drains her ― and Astarion's company and the canopy of his tent feels like the only reprieve she can get from the necrotic energy that sticks to her skin and clothes. Not even Lathander's light or the divinity in her blood protects her from this curse.  They haven't said much of anything to one another this evening. . .haven't yet spoken about the information Raphael offered up to them in exchange for Yurgir's death: the nature of Astarion's scars. She'd spent every last sliver of her energy defeating the Orthon, driven by her overwhelming desire to aid him. Now, she lies in anger only an arm's length away from him ― angry at this place, angry for Astarion, angry at Cazador. Aurora doesn't press him for anything, she never does; she's learned in their time on the road together that he'll open up to her if and when he wants to. Instead, she offers him the best thing she can in that moment: her company. When he finally breaks the silence and she looks over at him, her expression instinctively softening, she realizes she's been scowling at the ceiling for the better half of their time together. In that moment, she wants to tell him there's nothing she wouldn't do for him. She suspects it's something he might already know. Aurora stretches her arm out across the floor, presenting her open palm for him to take if he wants it. "What do you want to do?" her voice, soft and warm, is a contrast to their dismal surroundings. "What do you need me to do?"

#keep the sun in your heart. ⸻ ( answered. ) #sidxreus #i've never written something so fast in my life #i hope u like it bb #😈

[necroruined]

plotted starter for @sidxreus

It had all happened so fast -- it was a cliche, honestly. But, sometimes, things happen that give cliche their meaning. Their camp was supposed to be safe -- somewhere they could all go to rest without the worries of the troubles that bothered them in Baldur's Gate. It was a temporarily reprieve, if they were honest, but a welcome one never the less. Somewhere they could all rest their weary heads until the break of daylight reminded them of all of their sorrows and enemies worth fighting.

It was supposed to be safe. That was the mantra Astarion and Kat'uriin had told themselves mentally when the two wandered together away from the camp proper -- the false promise to themselves that no harm could befall them when they innocently wanted some time alone to speak in more than just hushed whispers muffled by the crackling of the ever present campfire. Barely breaching the lower city, there was a heavy air amongst the party that soon everything was going to change. Everything was going to come to a harsh head, whether they liked it or not -- The dark of the night could be cruel; but fate was worse.

It had all happened so fast -- Kat'uriin prided herself in her magic and the skills in it she had harnessed in their adventure. But, somehow, the six spawn had caught her off caught and incapacitated her; she had tried, but the fight had been brief. When the chaos ignited in the otherwise quiet night, it stirred the rest of the camp. Karlach had been the first one to arrive, Wyll and Halsin quick on her heels. The red tiefling didn't have the time to stop and process the scene that the other two did -- she saw Kat'urrin gone, two of the spawn disappearing in a flash of red dust, before the remaining four looked to the growing audience and readying themselves for a swift escape as well. She didn't have time to think, because Astarion had moved just as quickly to try to grasp his desperate fingers around what had already been blown to the wind. Karlach cried out for the spawn in warning, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him back -- away from the other spawn, away from where Kat'urrin had disappeared from, away from further harm. Her body collided with his back, likely to leave ruin in porcelain skin -- but she'd rather that than a second lost friend. After slightly more struggle than she anticipated, spawn and tiefling tumbled to the dirt as she pulled him down with her own weight -- the other four spawn gone just as quickly as the other two. ---------------- Much later, in the heart of the lower city and deep below, a soul awoke -- body quaking with heavy breaths and coughs that ripped right through her lungs. Something was different, something had changed.

#sidxreus #[ dash replies ] #[ private verse >> sidxreus / you & and drink the poison from the same vein ]

[vmpyrebite]

and to think i was ready to decorate the ground with your innards.

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐔𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 → @sidxreus , accepting!

Ingrid knows it's Astarion keeping watch the moment she steps back into camp under the cover of nightfall, before her stare even so much as lands on him. She's not sure if it's the tadpole thing, the vampire thing, or that Astarion, like all of their companions, is so annoyingly uniquely himself that he's hard to miss. Whatever the case may be, she calls out to him the moment she spots the glint of his dagger in the firelight. "It's just me, Astarion," her voice is no louder than a hiss, in an effort to not wake Aurora ― their bright-eyed, hope-driven leader now splayed out on a bedroll by the dying fire. Ingrid steps out of the shadows and over her and the sea of golden hair surrounding her just as Astarion lowers his weapon. "Cute that you'd think I'd spare you the opportunity, but, it's good to know you're taking your watch duties very seriously," she drops a vial in his lap then, just as she sits herself on the wooden stump closest to him; the ornate little bottle is filled with the warm nectar of fresh life. A gift. "Consider it a peace offering. Or, a token of my very very fragile friendship. Afterall, if anyone here is going to be a valuable companion to have, it's the other vampire. Wouldn't you agree?"

#ANSWERED. #sidxreus #she said finally some good fucking food

[fromxgrace]

🕯️

@sidxreus👂

send me 🕯️to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character. ⟶ still accepting!

'What does my sister see in you?'

Daemon observed Astarion—the vampire's aristocratic demeanor and biting wit evident. He carried the act of a charming nobleman who reveled in sarcastic remarks. HIs perfectly tousled silver hair and sculpted physique made him roll his eyes. However, Daemon couldn't deny the charismatic aura that surrounded the vampire spawn, though he remained cautious, knowing the absolute danger lurking beneath it all. 'I know he goes off at night to feast on the beasts of the night.'

He couldn't help but notice the complex dynamics between Astarion and his sister, Aurora. Daemon's watchful eyes followed their interactions, detecting an unspoken bond that made him physically sick. And he heard all about the pale elf's recent escape from an abusive past, leaving him to contemplate the weight of the trauma that could put his sister in danger. All of them in danger. 'He's not to be trusted, and his charm is all too blinding to everyone.'

The aasimar couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Astarion than met the eye. The reckless and hedonistic behavior hinted at a desperation to savor newfound freedom, yet the scars of abuse carefully lingered beneath the surface. 'How am I going to deal with him throughout this journey?'

#˗ˏˋ𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨ˊˎ˗ ┊answered #sidxreus #TELL ME HOW YOU REALLY FEEL #biting wit #heh #pun fully intended

[gloomedhands]

@sidxreus " you're getting blood on the carpet. "

"So glad the damned carpet is your concern right now." Gripped Dakara, shooting the other a fiery look as he made his way over to one of the various seats lined around the lounging area. A bright, fresh trail of blood leading a path right back to the drow. With effort and grunts of discomfort he freed himself from the heavy armor he wore ( all for not, seeing it had been pierced through ) . With a racket the chainmail and leather fall to the mess he’s made on the floor. A bundle of fabric was torn from it.

"I could care less right now---" hissed the ranger, barely steadied hands carefully working the torn cloth into the gaping wound in his side. Missing everything important thankfully, but leaving a deep gash that bleed freely every step he took. As painful and uncomfortable the process looked, it was supposed to cease his bleeding. Just enough he could properly think straight again and mend it the way he knew best without clouded thoughts. Pale hues glance up to the lingering pale elf. Meeting his bright gaze for only a moment before Dakara SCOFFS loudly, a sneer curling at his lips, “Getting peckish, fangs? Go away if all you’re going to do is gawk at me and complain about a rug. I don't need a bloody audience to watch me spill my guts.”

#sidxreus #hi hello idk whats goin on LOL #blood ment // #˗ˏˋ 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ◞ answered .

[weavewilled]

@sidxreus queried: ❛  i am damaged, far too damaged, but you're not beyond repair.  ❜ |: :: heathers the musical

" YOU SAY THIS LIKE YOU THINK YOURSELF A LOST CAUSE. " The words may be blunt, but the tone itself is not; the wizard probes gently, but not without some inherent insistence. He pauses, though, and then his gaze drops, turns to a horizon choked with shadow and darkness. He supposes, dimly, that these cursed lands could inspire melancholy in even the most optimistic, and their party is anything but. 

The tower looms, perhaps a day’s walk. There will be fighting. Blood. Death, probably. A task, set before him by his former beloved, and the one who yet still twists his heart in a mess of tragedy, anger, and devout loyalty — love, perhaps, is strained, but it’s yet still so complicated. 

The corrupt power within his chest, now stable and largely dormant, warms within him —— an ache, distant and bone-deep, ratcheting between ribs and pulling at the very fibers of his heart —— as though sensing that it’s being spoken of. There’s a rustle of cloth as he draws a hand up, fingers rubbing absently over the space it inhabits. 

Time stretches. There’s a dark space here, set between them. A space he’s unsure how to fill, here on the eve of what he suspects will be his last day. How do you fill those hours? He should sleep, but he doesn’t want to, not yet. He's afraid, and more so than he's been in any of his days.

" There are many who have a far better view of the world than either you or I, and they would seem to disagree, " he says at last, and there’s a forced levity to it. A smile, almost lackadaisical, as though everything is settled before him and he has come to peace with it. There’s something far more raw, though, at the corners of his eyes. " You, though. You have everything ahead of you. To make new paths. And I know you will. " 

#sidxreus #( we LL ) #;; & a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. ( main v. )

[seluniite-archived]

I FIXED IT D<

I DO TELL GREAT STORIES. SO MANY. i'm still stronker than you.

#sidxreus #( the varying degrees of intensity still get me ur a genius ) #✧ 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 ( answered ).

[sorcerav]

continued from here ; @sidxreus

Gods, he's determined to make her blush, isn't he? Unfortunately for Astarion, she's practiced in the ways of maintaining her composure -- it's the only thing that's kept her wild magic surges from completely imploding half the time, isn't it? Though she must admit, her heart does threaten to burst out of her chest the moment their bodies are pressed together, unable to resist turning her head ever so slightly to press her lips to the fingers that brush against her cheek.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you mean, darling," she teases wryly, arms snaking loosely around the vampire spawn's neck before allowing him to pull her in for a kiss. There's a warmth to Astarion since Cazador's defeat that she can't help but take note of -- a sense of freedom, perhaps? Her lips move against his eagerly, allowing herself to melt into his touch like she had so many times before.

"You seem...different these days." Erys remarks once they've pulled apart, forehead pressing against his. "Unburdened." Her typical sardonic grin twists into something more genuine, comfortable, fingers absentmindedly brushing the hairs on the back of his neck. "And despite how absolutely influential and life changing my presence has been to you, I doubt I can take all the credit. Though I can certainly try."

#› pairing ‹ sidxreus ☽

[sidxreus]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄 SIDXREUS  //    independent astarion from baldur's gate 3 protected by toto. roleplaying blog . highly selective and heavily headcanoned. au/oc/multiverse friendly .

#»»—— promo; 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 #i havent done an edit this extensive in so long akdvjalkvjavljkad #ANYWAYS THIS IS A PROMO! #im scared. #also thank u divinelght and fromxgrace for yalls input ilysfm

[divinelght]

(aftermath): after a battle/war, sender and receiver reunite thinking the other was dead. ― @sidxreus , ( royal, fantasy romance & spice : accepting )

There's nothing in Moonrise Tower above or below important enough to Aurora than Astarion the moment she lays eyes on him once more: not the defeat of Ketheric Thorm, not the urgency she has to get to Baldur's Gate at once, not even the desire she has to finally put this wretched place behind her. There is nothing but him and the way her heart lurches once she turns to step over Ketheric's corpse, only to spot Karlach aiding the elf to his feet a little ways away. She feels her limbs burn in protest at her haste, her legs moving before her mind fully has the time to process that he's alive. Aurora had believed him dead ― had watched the Apostle of Myrkul strike him down and, when he hadn't risen again, Aurora had resigned herself to a life of mourning him, Lathander's word about death being a new beginning be damned. Blood trickles down the side of her face and the way her expression twists in a painful combination of relief and agony indicates there's a nasty bruise forming somewhere beneath her cheekbone. But, she drops down from the platform and goes to him. Her fingers dig into a thick layer of armor the moment she's within arm's reach of him and, despite the apparent lack of care she has for her own wounds, Aurora is mindful of the bruises and lesions that mar his ivory skin. "I thought I lost you," her confession is a breathless thing and a hiccupped sound that resembles a soft cry breaks through her words as she lets go of any sense of composure. For someone who had just slain the avatar of a god (the god of death, no less), Aurora can't help the woeful and tender way in which she regards Astarion. She kisses his cheeks, the sides of his face, his temples ― anything her salt-stained lips can reach. The taste of blood and sweat and death lingers on his skin, courtesy of this foul chamber they're gathered in, but none of this dissuades her. It's simply more proof that he's alive. The only thing that pulls Aurora back to reality is his hurt; a reminder that his injuries were grave enough for her to think him gone. She thinks Karlach says something about getting out of there from somewhere beside them, but all Aurora can focus on is him. "Where are you hurt? What needs healing?"

#i have seen what the darkness does. ⸻ ( act ii. ) #sidxreus #the most pathetic woman you know kills a god #only cares about her vampire boyfriend #queue. #keep the sun in your heart. ⸻ ( answered. )

[necroruined]

@sidxreus // continued from here .

The guilt wafting off of Astarion was almost palpable, Kat'uriin almost felt as if she was being choked by it - even if it did not belong to her. It caused a rotted pit inside of her stomach that made her feel ill; she just wanted him to stop looking at her with regret, when he did look at her. What's done was done. She wasn't happy about it - not in the slightest. But not for one minute did she place the blame on Astarion.

And yet, when red eyes meet her own, she still feels the warm grip in her chest that makes her believe everything will be okay - like she does every time that he looks at her like that. Like she was made of gold and diamond and everything else precious in this world. But, it was fleeting, but it was tainted by the guilt that still hung on him like a fog. After he kissed her forehead and moved away, her body chased his -- hand reaching out to grasp his to pull him back closer to him. "Astarion --" she breathes, voice tight as she tries to get him to meet her eyes again; fighting for every precious piece of attention he will give to her after what happened in Cazador's palace ; the fear that she might lose him all together after how hard they had worked to get here.

"Please don't do this to yourself - to me. If you want to blame someone, it doesn't need to be you -- it needs to be who did this to you in the first place. To me. We're two sides the same coin." Her voice drops to a whisper, "Star- I need you, and I need you to be present. To see me, not what Cazador did. I can't do any of this without you."

#[ private verse >> sidxreus / you & and drink the poison from the same vein ] #sidxreus #[ dash replies ] #oops i slipped and replied to this #but it hurt my soul so i had to

[dark-lightning]

I believe I'm now caught up on my most pressing replies!

For complete transparency, I have a thread tracker that folks can check to make sure I'm aware of our threads.

I'm also going to list them here and tag the blogs involved! I would very much appreciate if folks could give this a like if everything looks good/you're still interested in our threads.

If I missed something, or if you're no longer interested in our ongoing thread, please just shoot me an IM!

And as always, if we don't currently have a thread going on and would like to plot something, feel free to message me or send in an ask meme!

Thread list below cut:

Late Night Chat - @theautumnpicker

Alone With You - @taleswritten

Lack of Sleep - @sidxreus

Patching Up - @bruinescence

The Ground - @bruinescence

Moonlight Dances - @ichor-and-magic

Top of the World - @infernalmechanic

Hey, Soldier - @ruinedbycatastrophe

The Boar - @roguevcmpyre

You Stayed - @taleswritten

Down by the Lake - @writtenxbeginnings

All Things End - @lashobhaal

Threads - @a-crookedtouch

#ooc // cait speaks #thread tracking

[fromxgrace]

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙄𝘾 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐?

| tagged by: @dekari0s

frankenstein's monster | this plight is the simplest of them all: you did not ask for this. you were never given a choice. no part of yourself feels human, just a collection of traits you've picked up from mirroring anyone you could, even the people you meet through a television screen. it's alienating to live that way- yet someone has called you the alienating one. maybe too many people to count. maybe they treated you so uncomfortably inhuman that it's all you can understand now, or you've dug yourself into such a deep hole in an attempt to keep safe that you can't remember a person living in the home of your body at all. being alive is confusing and painful and lonely and loud but living is all there is to being human- you're already there. just take air into your lungs and breathe. close your eyes and picture a beautiful sky. you made that. you painted that yourself.

| tagging: YOU, @divinelght, @beyondplanes, @sidxreus, @selunyte, @occultritch, @graveyardromantics, @wyrdbones, @merdeva, @refabled, @pactclawed, @bezanturian, @fallesto, @luposcainus, @arachling, @weavecursed, @selunaris, @rotdame, @bardspotting, @hellsforged, @sageofthestrange, @afterdeaths

#˗ˏˋ𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙨𝙨ˊˎ˗ ┊dash games #thanks for the tag!!! #ouch this hurt me a little for daemon #also i'm sorry ive been nonexistent #slowly working on getting to drafts and asks here #thank you for being patient and being amazing #i don't think my @'s worked here but it's fine

[vmpyrebite]

       𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝒀𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑻𝑬 ― ingrid moonweather, vampire blood mage!                                  i. aesthetics ii. about tag iii. prompts

an original COMPANION character from baldur's gate 3, heavily headcanoned & homebrewed. indulged by ghost & alt to @divinelght. THEMES : female rage, revenge, the anti-hero, biting the hand that feeds, bloodlust, father issues.

TRAVELING WITH : @sidxreus @fromxgrace @occultritch @beyondplanes @selunyte

Ingrid is a RECRUITABLE COMPANION character that you first encounter in the wilderness of Act I. You will discover her just as she's failing her attempt to perform a ritual to purify herself of the illithid parasite that plagues you and your party with the fresh blood of a human corpse. A successful intelligence check will reveal to you that she is a practitioner of hemocraft. Just as she's about to blame you for her failed ritual and you're about to accuse her of murdering the human at her feet, the bond between your parasites intervenes.

01. This is a 21+ blog, so do not follow or interact with me if you're under the age of 21! nsfw content will be tagged as "nsft//" and applicable triggers will be tagged accordingly. If you need any triggers tagged, please don't hesitate to DM me! TRIGGER WARNINGS: blood, gore, murder, violence, etc. 02. This is a mutuals only space. I will not be answering asks, rp prompts, or DMs from non-mutuals and I will only be giving my discord out on a request basis. If I follow you and you can't see us interacting in any way, it's totally okay to soft block me! 03. For the most part, I'm very low-activity and low-maintenance. I understand that real life comes first and will never demand a response from you! I just ask that you offer me that same kindness. Ask memes are the best way to interact/write with me, but I also love plotting & world building, so you can always shoot me a message on here. 04. I'm using the BETA EDITOR & my replies will range from unedited/iconless to something slightly more edited, but I will never expect you to use icons or format your replies!

05. I am a sl*t for ships and I will not lie about that. However, I will not forceship on you, so if it's not the vibe, that's okay! Additionally, this is a multi-ship blog; exclusivity is not really my jam, but I am open to mains! If you wanna write (platonically, romantically, hatefully), we can fully plot something or wing it, whatever works best for you and your muse.

06. My main inspiration for Ingrid's magic come from these 2 sources (01 + 02). But, the general jist of it is that she uses blood - hers, the blood of others - to perform her magic!

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#PINNED POST. #UPDATED 1/22.

[sorcerav]

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞

Lying together within the cozy sanctuary of his tent, Erys gazed intently at the pale elf by her side. His words were enchanting, igniting a profound, long-buried emotion within her that had lain uncovered for years.

She could still recall being cherished once, from what she assumed was the result of a passionate and impulsive night in her parents' youth. Faint, elusive memories of her mother's love flickered like fragile flames in the recesses of her mind. These precious moments were juxtaposed with the tears her mother had shed, fearful of the cruel world that awaited them. It was as though love and despair had been intertwined from the very beginning, but since Els'la's passing, merely loneliness remained.

But with him -- with him -- little by little was that loneliness fading away, breaking apart piece by piece and revealing something vibrant, something safe, for Erys to cling on to. Like a snake shedding its skin, a rose blooming from fresh soil. Her heartbeat had never fluttered so quickly, its ordinarily slow and steady pace a mere memory of times passed. It terrified her, scared her --

-- and ruined her, ruined the person she used to be.

A lithe hand reached up to rest gently on Astarion's cheek, her forehead tilting forward until it was flush against his. "Let's ruin each other, then," she whispered, eyes fluttering closed as she took in his scent -- bergamot, rosemary, and brandy; a fragrance now forever intertwined with her heart, her soul.

"Because I refuse to be alone -- without you -- for another moment in this life."

#ooc ; well i didnt know where this was going and now i am!!!! upset!!! how rude of u!!!! #› pairing ‹ sidxreus ☽