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tav and the party begin to lose contact with each other over time. suddenly, halsin is old, several generations of children all raised under his wing. he's passed on his responsibilities, made a commune of reithwin. he's losing his sight when he decides to send one last letter, even though the previous ones have been ignored by a grieving astarion and a relentlessly busy lae'zel. the last time they saw each other was over a century ago, at tav's funeral. wonderful, beautiful tav. who died too quickly, even with longer lifespan of one of faerun's seemingly immortal races. something about years of hard adventuring, and the grief of losing shadowheart, gale, karlach, and wyll. halsin, astarion, and lae'zel would be the ones left, the ones who could never connect with each other outside of tav. but halsin feels like his time is short, so he sends two final letters, two final ties to his past life. one to the ageless clothesmaker in the city who has faded from the memory of the people as a hero of baldur's gate. one to the young and fearless warrior who exists outside of time waging holy war. when astarion and lae'zel finally arrive, it's too late to see halsin alive again. he's laid to rest in the forest he grew up in. an oak sapling sprouts where he's buried, and astarion cries over the freshly turned earth, lae'zel holding him as best she can. halsin is given an honorary sarcophagus in the mausoleum that holds tav and the rest of their companions. there are two other stone coffins that will never be filled.

astarion fades into mundanity and routine. he hasn't seen lae'zel in centuries - he only knows she's still alive from the stories that have sprung up, across the realms, of her exploits. he doesn't dream, but he trances often of his time with halsin. with tav. he wishes he'd been less angry when they'd been alive. he wishes he could live without all the regret he has shored up. he visits tav's mausoleum often. with the same kind of flowers they once left on his grave.

one night, centuries after the defeat of the netherbrain, astarion finds an aged lae'zel in the cemetery. her right hand is pressed to the marble of the mausoleum with a quiet calm that astarion has never seen in her. in her left hand are flowers - tav's flowers. her once taut body is unstrung, the curve in her back decrying years of labor and life. topaz eyes flick up toward him with a cunning that he's never forgotten. it feels like ice in his unbeating heart.

"bury me here," she rasps, dropping the flowers, and turning to face him in earnest. "bury me amongst our friends, astarion."

as she collapses, astarion races forward with uncanny speed to catch her. he is the last person to hold her.

he is the last person.

at last, he is face to face with his worst nightmare. he thought he would be angry. he thought he would cry. but instead, an unnerving relief and resignation fill him. he holds lae'zel until the sun rises. they take their last moments together like those awful spirits at elfsong tavern so many years ago. quickly and bitterly. but amongst friends.

the young duke ravengard finds their remains and ensures that they are laid to rest alongside his ancestor. at last, the heroes of baldur's gate are reunited in death.

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beautiful man. gets prettier every time i look at him

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thank u for the tag my love! pinterest only let me see 4 photos before saying i needed an account but this is what i got <333. (not sure how to format this nicely so the photos are under the cut!) tagging: @highkeyacryptid

Tagged by @mushewhosta 💜 thx for tagging me :3

rules: go to pinterest, type [your name] + core to show your aesthetic, then post the first 6 images

I'll tag: @scullycockstrap, @daydreamerwonderkid, @zapatism, @packitandgo (no pressure, as always :3)

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ad infinitum,

Yeah I was embarrassing when I was 15 who isn’t. Was also Embarrassing at 16. 17. 18. 19. 20. Last week. Yesterday

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do i know you?

no

did I just boop you five times in a row?

100% yes I did

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Reblog if you are okay with BOO-p spam :3

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But I would BOOp 500 times And I would BOOp 500 more Just to be the man who BOOps a thousand times To fill up the boop-o-meter

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I have mapped you out,

Like a master cartographer.

I have built your bones from the ground.

Like a marble statue.

I have poured out all your blood

And have made you drink it once more.

But with each page,

Each time I open the screen.

You stare back at me,

And you say:

“You are not God,

“You will not write down the words I have spoken,

“I am the master,

“You are the servant.”

And though I created you,

We are in a battle of will.

To be spoken,

To be silent.

To be read,

Or to be forgotten.

No matter how often we fight,

No matter how often you stare in the face of your creativity,

And you boast,

That you are the master:

I am determined to slay you,

And write the words of your story,

In your blood.

Writers Block

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situation:

you are in your mid forties, and have this friend who's your age that you've known for decades

except you two sort of lost touch a few years ago. he's been busy with work, and now he's kinda famous? good for him!

but now your friend has this... buddy - a man half your age (about twenty years your junior)

your friend tells you he's written a will that says all his estate goes to this buddy. like, your friend is a childless bachelor, so its not like he has a clear heir, but like. this doesn't add up. your friend always was... eccentric, queer if you will, but you didn't expect him to do something like this

and when you finally meet this buddy, you hate him. everyone you know hates him. the buddy is an asshole, and just being around him is enough to unsettle you. something's deeply wrong with him, but you might also just be biased

and also its really vague where this buddy even comes from? neither the buddy nor your friend will tell you. they've asked you to stop asking, and you aren't going to break the law to violate their privacy

also. you keep hearing these weird rumors. your bestie says the buddy is satanic. your friend's staff say that the buddy is nocturnal and doesn't eat. the buddy also seems to be able to travel completely undetected in the city and disappears randomly

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once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see

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"unalive" should just mean the opposite of undead. if undead means a dead thing thats alive, unalive shuld mean an alive things thats dead. no i dont have any examples. ☝️yet

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at this point i'll lose all credibility with my audience if the apocalypse doesn't start on november 5th