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Argument-Ending Prompts

⭒ "So this is who you really are?“

⭒ "I can't believe I ever trusted you."

⭒ "You were never there when it mattered."

⭒ "This is the last time you let me down."

⭒ "I guess we were never meant to be."

⭒ "Just go, I can't even look at you right now."

⭒ "I've given you so many chances, no more."

⭒ Everything you said was just a lie, wasn't it?"

⭒ "You think you're right, but you're just alone."

⭒ "I'm done trying to make this work."

⭒ "You've shown me enough; it's over."

⭒ Keep your excuses to yourself, I'm done listening."

⭒ "You chose this, remember that."

⭒ "I'm not wasting another minute on you."

⭒ "Forget my number, we're through."

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Taking these for Astarion too

jealousy dialogue + prompts<3

@celestialwrites for more!!

♡ “who is he?” “just an old friend.” “friend? does he know that?”

♡ “are you jealous?” “jealousy is an egregious and shallow emotion for weak minded individuals.” “oh, you are jealous!"

♡ “jealous does not begin to describe the gravity of my emotions.”

♡ character A running up to an old friend and pulling them into a hug, while the colour drains from character B’s face.

♡ “jealousy doesn’t suit you, (nickname)” “have you seen me? everything suits me.”

♡ “i have nothing to envy, you looked completely disinterested with her, no spark in your eyes as you looked at her.” “how would you know what that looks like?” “because you used to look at me like that.”

♡ character A dances with character B’s nemesis unknowingly.

or

♡ character A purposefully dances with character B’s nemesis to get a reaction from character B’s sullen and stoic self.

♡ “it should not take seeing me with another man to realize you want me.” “i have always wanted you. but it has never mattered what i wanted, it is what you want. what do you want?"

♡ “you look rough.” a perfect description of the character who just watched the love of their life go on a date with someone else.

♡ “the two of you looked cute, you're always welcome to find me when you realize you’re not one for settling.”

♡ “so you don’t love him?” “no, i love him because he is my friend but i’m not in love with him.” “i don’t follow.”

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Bloodlust

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion x Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: Angst, Eventual Fluff, Vampiric Draining, Falling Unconscious, Blood, Anxiety, Panic, Domestic Astarion Vibes, Wound Care

Word Count: Around 1500

Written For: @badthingshappenbingo @fluffyjuly

Squares/Prompts Filled: O3 - Vampiric Draining for BTHB | Fluffy July Day 31 - Recovery

Dividers By: @/saradika-graphics

A/N: Astarion might be slightly OOC here.

Astarion wasn’t one to fade into the background. He was sharp-edged charm and dramatic sighs, the first to mock a goblin’s fashion and the last to sheathe his blade. But tonight, he lingered at the outskirts of camp, barely moving, barely speaking.

The firelight danced just outside his tent, painting him in flickers of gold and shadow. You noticed how still he sat. His shoulders were tense, one hand clenching around the leather strap of his dagger, the other trembling faintly in his lap.

You approached quietly.

“Astarion?” you said, kneeling near his bedroll.

He didn’t look at you at first. “Back to check if I’ve finally exploded from vanity?” he muttered, but the sarcasm was hollow. Thin. Like he couldn’t find the strength to wear his usual mask.

You tilted your head. “You haven’t been yourself lately.”

He gave a humorless chuckle. “Oh, darling. What is myself, really?”

The flicker of firelight caught the deep shadows under his eyes. His skin, normally porcelain smooth, looked dull and strained. It wasn’t just fatigue. It was hunger. You knew the signs now.

“Astarion,” you said softly, “when’s the last time you fed?”

A pause. His eyes closed. He inhaled slowly, as though dragging the words from somewhere painful.

“Too long,” he admitted.

Your heart twisted. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because every time I ask...every time I wonder if it’ll be the time you flinch. If it’ll be the time you look at me not like a man, but like a monster.”

You leaned closer. “I wouldn’t.”

“You say that now.” His voice cracked at the edges. “But you don’t know what it’s like. How it feels when the hunger claws up your throat and drowns everything else. How easy it is to lose yourself in it.”

You reached for him gently, laying your hand on his arm.

“I trust you.”

He stared at you as though your words had struck him harder than a blade ever could.

A moment passed. Then another.

“…Come inside,” he said at last, voice quiet.

His tent was dim, the soft scent of bergamot, brandy, and something darker hanging in the air. You sat on the bedroll, your pulse fluttering beneath your skin.

Astarion knelt beside you. His fingers trembled as he brushed the hair from your shoulder.

“You can still change your mind,” he said, not meeting your eyes.

“I won’t.”

Slowly, he leaned in.

His nose brushed the side of your neck, his breath warm and shaking. He hesitated for a heartbeat before his lips met your skin.

The first prick of his fangs made you tense. Then they sank in.

The pain flared sharp and bright, then softened into a strange, dizzy warmth that made your breath catch. You exhaled slowly, your fingers curling into the blanket beneath you as your heart pounded beneath his lips.

Astarion groaned low in his throat, his grip tightening around your waist.

Your blood was good.

Too good.

He drank deeply, far more than usual.

You felt the pull in your chest, the dizzying rush of something leaving you, hollowing you out. The edges of your vision blurred.

“Astarion…” you breathed.

He didn’t stop.

Your voice wavered. “You have to...stop...”

But he couldn’t.

The hunger roared in his veins, thick and furious. He was drowning in the taste of you, in the warmth flooding his senses. You were everything, and the monster inside him wanted more.

Your limbs went heavy. Your eyes slipped shut.

Then you went limp.

He realized it too late.

You stopped moving. Your breath was barely there. Your body was limp beneath his touch.

Astarion jerked back from you, gasping, blood staining his mouth and chin.

“No-”

He shook you. Lightly at first. Then harder.

“No. No, no, no...don’t do this...don’t-”

He pressed his ear to your chest.

Still beating, but faint. Far too faint for his liking.

“Gods-” He scrambled to his feet, stumbling out of the tent like a man possessed.

“HALSIN!” he shouted, his voice wild with panic. “HALSIN...NOW!”

The druid appeared seconds later, his brow already furrowed. “What’s happened?”

“I-I fed on her. She passed out. I didn’t...she wouldn’t wake up...please-”

“Take me to her.”

Astarion nearly collapsed in relief.

Halsin knelt beside you in the tent, checking your pulse and breathing. His hands moved with calm, practiced care. Astarion hovered behind him, pacing, rubbing his hands together like he could scrub the guilt away.

“She’ll live,” Halsin said at last.

Astarion stilled.

“She’s weak, yes. But not fatally harmed. You took too much too quickly. Her body needs rest and fluids, but she will recover.”

Astarion sank to the floor beside you, his breath shuddering. “Are you sure?”

“She’s not in danger,” Halsin repeated gently. “But next time, try to control yourself.”

“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered.

“I know,” Halsin said, and left quietly.

Hours passed.

He didn’t move from your side.

He cleaned your neck with shaking hands. Draped a blanket over your shoulders. Held your hand between both of his like it was something fragile and precious.

He watched you breathe, counting every rise and fall.

And when you stirred at last, when your eyes fluttered open and you blinked at the soft flicker of lantern light, his breath caught.

“…You’re awake,” he whispered, like he barely believed it.

You turned your head slowly. “What…happened?”

“You passed out.” His voice cracked. “Because I took too much. I didn’t stop...I should have...I felt it happening and I still didn’t stop.”

You stared at him. He looked wrecked, his curls mussed, his eyes bloodshot, his face drawn with guilt.

“I wasn’t strong enough,” he whispered, reaching out to cup your cheek. “You trusted me, and I failed you.”

“You didn’t fail me,” you said quietly.

“I almost killed you.”

“But you didn’t.” Your fingers touched his wrist gently. “You stopped.”

“Not soon enough.”

You shook your head. “I knew the risk. I still offered.”

His eyes burned. “Don’t you dare do that again. Not until I...until I know I can control it.”

You gave him a tired smile. “Okay.”

He let out a shuddering breath, then leaned down, resting his forehead gently against yours.

“I’m going to take care of you now,” he murmured. “You’re not to lift a finger. Do you understand?”

You laughed, hoarse and soft.

He kissed your forehead. Your temple. Then your knuckles, one by one.

“I’ll make you tea. And toast. And soup. Whatever mortals eat when they almost bleed to death.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re in no position to argue,” he said with a wry smile.

The air between you buzzed, so many things unspoken. Feelings too tender to name.

Instead, he pulled you carefully into his arms, tucking you against his chest like you belonged there.

“You scared me,” he whispered into your hair.

You closed your eyes. “I'm here.”

You woke to the smell of something…warm.

Something cooking.

The tent’s flap had been lifted slightly, just enough to let in the pale gold glow of early morning. Your limbs still felt heavy, but the faint ache in your neck had dulled to a distant throb.

A soft clink of metal against ceramic reached your ears.

Then-

“Aha. She stirs.”

His voice was light, teasing, but there was something in it, fragile relief, wrapped in light sarcasm.

You blinked up at him.

Astarion stood just outside the tent, crouched beside the small cookfire he’d built himself. A pan balanced delicately over the flames, and nestled within it…was food.

You blinked again. “Are you…cooking?”

He turned to you with a bright, too-wide smile. “Don’t look so surprised, darling. I may be undead, but I still know how to flip a bloody mushroom.”

You tried to sit up.

He dropped the pan.

“Ah ah ah! No, no, no, lie back. Lie back. Gods, you nearly bled out last night and you think you’re going to just get up and start waltzing around like a healthy little hero?”

You stared at him.

He rushed into the tent, gently pressing your shoulder back down with both hands. “What part of ‘you passed out in my arms after I drank too much of your very lifeblood’ did you forget overnight?”

You mumbled, “The part where you looked like a kicked puppy for hours?”

He made a strangled sound. “Don’t jest. I was a kicked puppy. Emotionally.”

Despite yourself, you smiled.

He sighed, his hand still resting on your arm. “You’re infuriating.”

“You’re doting.”

“Someone has to.”

With a fussy little motion, he fetched a shallow basin of water and knelt beside you, dipping a clean cloth into it.

“Now,” he said with all the seriousness of a surgeon. “Let me see the damage.”

You turned your head slightly, baring your neck.

He froze.

The bite marks were raw, less so than the night before, but still red and tender, twin small holes pressed just beneath your pulse.

His thumb hovered near your skin but didn’t touch.

“…I did that,” he murmured. The words fell like lead.

“You stopped,” you reminded him gently.

He swallowed thickly and finally began to clean the wounds with the damp cloth, so delicately, you could barely feel it. His other hand cupped the back of your neck to keep you still, the gesture tender.

You let your eyes drift shut.

He worked in silence for a moment.

“You were so pale,” he whispered. “When you passed out, I thought-”

You opened your eyes.

He wasn’t looking at you. Just staring at the cloth in his hand, stained faintly with blood.

“I’ve killed before. Hundreds, probably. But with you…” His jaw clenched. “If Halsin hadn’t come-”

You reached for him, fingers brushing his wrist.

He went still.

“I told you,” you said quietly. “I trust you.”

He let out a shaky breath and leaned down, brushing his lips, softly, to the unbroken skin just below the puncture marks.

A silent vow.

Then he straightened with a dramatic sigh, as if shaking it off.

“Right. Food. You mortals and your incessant need for nourishment.”

He disappeared out of the tent for a moment, returning with a battered plate and something vaguely resembling breakfast: buttered mushrooms, toasted bread, and dried fruit arranged with surprising care.

You blinked. “Did you…garnish this?”

“Don’t insult me. Of course I did. Presentation is everything.”

You took a small bite. It was…edible. A little burnt, but you didn’t care.

He hovered beside you the entire time, watching you chew like he expected you to collapse again mid-bite.

You raised an eyebrow. “You’re staring.”

“I’m monitoring.”

“You’re fussing.”

“I’m making sure you don’t die, thank you.”

You grinned. “You’re cute when you’re worried.”

His expression flickered. “I am not-”

“You are.”

He cleared his throat, rising to his feet in a graceful sweep. “Well. Finish eating. Then you’re going to stay wrapped in these blankets and rest. No wandering off. No fighting goblins. No offering yourself to hungry vampires, especially not that last one.”

You smirked. “So bossy.”

“I earned bossy,” he sniffed. “You made me feel feelings last night. I deserve a medal.”

You laughed, and the sound was soft and real, even as your body still ached.

Astarion hesitated near the entrance to the tent.

“…I’ll be just outside,” he said, more softly. “Call if you need anything.”

You watched him walk away, his shoulders still tense, still carrying too much guilt for a mistake he was already trying so hard to make right.

And even though he hadn’t said it, hadn’t dared to put it into words, you knew he cared deeply for you.

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I'll take these for Astarion

soft vs hard love dialogue and prompts

➣ SOFT LOVE

♡ "you're cute when you're mad."

♡ soft shoulder kisses.

♡ "home is where you are, whether it is here, in the deepest ocean or hottest desert, you are my home."

♡ slow and curious first kiss, both characters seemingly nervous, blush painting their faces.

♡ stolen glances across the room.

♡ "the gods took their time with you."

♡ wearing their heart on their sleeves around each other.

♡ character A's face blushing as B smootheres them in compliments even years into their relationship with character B.

♡ quiet murmurs of affection.

♡ “i missed you.” “i was gone for two hours.”

♡ coffee shop and bookstore dates.

➣ HARD LOVE

♡ guttural rain confessions.*

♡ "do you not get it? every second i spend in the absence of your presence pains me."

♡ harsh and passionate first kisses.

♡ "i fucking yearn for you and you haven't so much as spared me a glance in years!"

♡ walls that they have each spent years building crumbling in the presence of one another.

♡ heated arguments turned into heated confessions.

♡ "i hate you! i hate you so much i can't bear to be near you." "you are walking a fine line between hate and desire, love."

♡ both being far too stubborn to admit their feelings, their hearts both caged deep within them.

♡ (years/months) of pent up emotions being aired in an argument and when the dust settles the only emotion left is their desire for each other.

♡ “do you think i want this? do you think i want to be stuck in this endless cycle of wanting you? do you truly think i enjoy waking up every morning realizing you’re not there?”

♡ tears spilling as they finally give in and proclaim their feelings.

♡ “i am not an easy person to love.” “i think i’ve got the hang of it.”

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* rain confessions coming soon !!

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hey followers. have you ever wanted to know how it feels to be inside a bag of cornflakes

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That nonsexual intimacy of just being in each other's spaces, of gravitating towards each other, always subconsciously reaching out to each other. Finding comfort and satisfaction in being close to each other, breathing each other in, existing together.

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“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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"I love you but you're doing wrong in a way I cannot condone" and "I hate you but you're being wronged in a way I cannot stomach" are top tier and I need more of them.

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Hugsヽ(^ω^)ノ

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No, actually, I don't think my indoor cat would be happier if he could free-roam. For one thing, the feather-toys inside have never died on him mid-playtime, and I feel like that might be a disappointment

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To the person anonymously writing slowburn office lady yuri in my DMs

I don't know why you've chosen me for this harassment campaign you've embarked on. I don't know why you feel that my DMs are a better medium for this story than, I don't know, posting them on a writing website?? Or on your own blog??? And most importantly, I don't know why you are laboring under the delusion that I can't report you just because you are sending the chapters anonymously -- I can in fact, and you would be IP banned.

I'm issuing you this ultimatum right now:

Stop sending me your slowburn office lady yuri

OR

I will report you

OR

Send me the next chapter within 24 hours, because are a fucker for where you left it off, and you have not sent a new chapter in several days. I need to know whether, when they were the only two in the office late at night after a brutal crunch week, and the stars could be seen in the sky due to a power outage on their block, and they talked about life, they actually do kiss or if that's another fakeout, of which you have done MANY.

My patience with you has worn thin. Stop sending me this story, or send me more, or I will report you.

Good night.

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Szarr Family: The Public Face

From Descent into Avernus, p. 196

Raises some interesting points regarding both Cazador and Amanita. The city must have viewed Cazador as one of the last (if not the last) of the old Tumbledown family. I've always had the impression Amanita's family was from relatively far from Baldur's Gate, and this sort of seems like it might support that as well.

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reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

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I hope Hank doesn’t find out about my meth business lmao

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I just think he's neat