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[cryptidsncurios]

really nice messages that people have sent me lately that i want to save bc they make me feel the warm and fuzzies:

@k3ytoheart sent: 🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺 @cursedfortune sent: 🌺 send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful 🌺 @tailoringtay sent: wishing you all the best! @experimentalfma sent: Best of luck with everything! @calamitysshatteredson sent: ((Take your time and take care of yourself!)) @dragontamer05 sent: take care ^.^ do what ever is best - happy to see you around tho @lady-quen sent: Always happy when you are around, but remember that this is just for fun and should not be a source of anxiety! Irl comes first. Take care of yourself. None of us are gonna get angry or disappointed at you for not being here as much. (And if someone does they need to reevaluate their approach fr)

just fyi i want y'all to know that appreciate every single one of you and all the messages i regularly receive---i'm just so sorry it takes forever to get to them (and like... every other message and draft and ask haafkjgsldf)---but just know that writing is 1000% one of my foremost passions, and i could never foresee myself disappearing forever so.. yknow..... y'all gonna have to continue putting up with me B)

[star-mail]

hair care !!

scumplane <3 i missed them i missed them alot

[lollitree]

Can't stop thinking about that burger from the leaks

Based on this:

[lucknights]

that girl's a killer

[aspiringjester]

I'M BACK IN THE FUCKING (cumplane) BUILDING AGAIN

anyways I need a regular world au where people know what SQH looks like bc idk he tried to make it on social media as a writing influencer or did live streams or something BUT he has no idea what peerless cucumber looks like bc bro is ANONYMOUS

SQH is picturing between the username and the vitriolic comments about how awful the porn is that he's either some bitchass teenager or a middle aged man with nothing better to do and he seems to be So Annoyed at being called his "cute hater/#1 fan" so if course he has to be something lame right? Right?

imagine SQH's (horny) shock when they meet through whatever slapstick circumstances follow these two clowns every day of their lives and mr hater is in fact the Prettiest Twink he's seen in a MINUTE and is so easily flustered and quick to be a BITCH to him--

yeah no he needs to make this cute pretty thing his IMMEDIATELY lmao

SY of course has no idea and thinks all the time this hack author is staring at him in silence while he rants means he's making Flawless Arguments and SQH simply has nothing to fight back with so TAKE THAT HAHA YOU DUMBFUCK AUTHOR

(he doesn't get a clue for a While)

[cryptidsncurios]

listen i hope you don’t mind me reblogging this but uhm thank and also heck you to heck for the beautiful punch to my heart

Today I am reminded of Zelda’s dynamic with @cryptidsncurios’s Xigbar, who, much to her annoyance, pops in and out of Zelda’s life through so many stages. Becoming married, becoming a mother, grandmother, widow, great grandmother—

And she rolls her eyes at his advances and his general existence, but her children and grandchildren and great grandchildren come to love him, and she makes sure to set a seat at the table for all holidays in case he shows and there’s always a cake ready on his birthday.

And when she’s an old, old woman on her deathbed, he shows his still-young-arse once again, and she smiles at him, and holds his hand, tells him that that she’s glad he visited her and, for the first time, tells him she loves him. To which he replies, “Of course you wait until you’re old and ugly to admit it.”

To which she laughs and continues holding his hand and talking until she drifts into a final, peaceful slumber.

[iceunhie]

JUST HAD A BRAINROT WHERE JIAOQIU CONVEYS SECRET MESSAGES WITH HIS FAN TO HIS LOVER. yk those fan signals / signs that hold messages?? like the victorian times things?? he would so do it w his lover bc trust me!! he just would.

mika im starting to think ur hoyoverse in disguise bc this is so canon jakssjssjsjswhd I CANNOT RESIST THE JIAOQIU AGENDA-

imagine jiaoqiu who knows exactly how to maneuver his fan in the way other foxians can acutely tell that this is his lover, so back off.

it took me quite a while to understand the exact concept of fan signals I'll be honest ijbol BUT i like to think that jiaoqiu would definitely draw his fan across his cheek (which, in fan language, means i love you!) whilst pining for you.

also also, him doing the little fan signals unconsciously when he starts getting “interested” in you is also a carnal need for me acckkk,,,,,, congratulations you have successfully infiltrated ur brainrot into my brain. will not stop thinking about this for an indefinite time now skdksjjfej

[gaysie]

armand unable to conceptualize really living in the world and gabrielle telling him you have to do it through embracing its art. fast forward to 1970s-80s armand demanding daniel teach him about telephones and watching every movie ever made and taking night classes for the hell of it ummm is anyone else. i push against the glass. armand de waving through the window

[zephyrine-gale]

kazuscara | acting on impulse

[ohnoitsnoma]

angrily drawn ron glenn ship art as promised😡

[moeblob]

North and Simon: (shaking hands on killing Simon potentially)

[cryptidsncurios]

@deathleads sent: Hey! BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 💖💕💗

listen............. cosmos................ we keep going in circles with all the love and admiration but seriously, it's needed. i have seen qissy from when she was first borne from your braine as an fma oc, and i am so awestruck by how much she's evolved and all of your dedication to creating her own story and her own world. i can't go on enough without sounding repetitive so i hope you FEEL ME.. FEEL.... SCREAMY.......... <3

[askchilchuck]

RIP chucklefuck you would’ve loved Ayesha erotica

[its-target-official]

Hello everyone

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[anonymous-bastard]

Looking up from the desk out the window, John noticed that the sky had taken a pink tint. Was it the sunset or was the sun already rising again? He wasn't sure.

With a sigh, he looked around the room. There were constructs everywhere, of whiteboards, maps, everything imaginable. He went over all the information again, trying to find anything at all about where Bart was.

But there was nothing to be found. After they had tracked him to the field, he seemed to have simply disappeared.

For a moment, the constructs flickered. John paused, taking a deep breath. "Concentrate. Find the willpower. You want this. More than anything." He needed to find Bart.

He wouldn't stop until he did.

(open rp, anyone is free to respond, John is at Lucifer's place)

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Please let Astarion meet Tav's family and have a younger sibling like 6 be like im gonna marry the prince points at Astarion.

Tav : Sorry, im married to the prince

NO IM GONNA MARRY THE PRINCE

That's so fucking cute kill me. But I just realized AFTER I finished it I read this wrong 😭😭 I read it as "marry" instead of "married" so whoops now it's an asking for your hand in marriage fic.

Also, I'm going to make this a weird little, unofficial, alternate reality, off shoot of this fic to explain away why Astarion can be in the sun without ascending because I am ~lazy~

Quick summary if you didn't read it, Tav serves Selune, gets a blessing for all the good work, and uses it to cure the anti-light issue of the vampirism (but not all of it). It's not a literal extension of that fic but I'm stealing my own plot explanations. That's it! Now here we go:

~

Astarion wasn't nervous per se. He was just... on edge. And the two-week journey it took to get here wasn't helping things, not when it gave him so much time to ruminate in his thoughts. He never expected to be in the position of "meeting the family," let alone in anticipation for asking for someone's hand in marriage.

Astarion wasn't even quite sure how his life got here. He had always fantasized that a life without Cazador would be one of selfish hedonism, not one where he would be legitimately concerned about a damn six year old sibling's first impression of him.

But then you came along, effortlessly shattering all of his grandiose plans with a batt of your eyelashes. Perhaps the entire journey of falling in love was more complicated, but it felt like it was that simple. In hindsight, he never stood a chance against you, but it was hilarious that there was a time he ever thought he did.

All of his prior dreams and fantasies felt like nothing in comparison to just being with you. It had been a year since you both saved the Sword Coast, a beautiful, fantastic year. That had ended with him somehow more in love with you now than when he first confessed. Selune's blessing had certainly helped with that he was sure. He still couldn't quite believe that you would use a god's blessing on him of all people, but gods, was he appreciative. Because being able to walk in the sun again meant that he could live the life he wanted, with no restrictions. He could be the partner you deserved, the kind that a father would happily say yes to when asking for your hand.

Which brought him back to his current dilemma. Perhaps he hadn't seen any of your family members in the time you'd been together, but he had heard plenty. You loved them all to death, especially your little sister. You wrote to them constantly, the mere sight of a letter from your parents enough to put you in a great mood for the rest of the day. He was aware that your mother was supposedly a saint, a fact that your own father had instilled in you often. He knew that they had a wonderful, loving marriage and were both higher ups in the Church of Selune. A fact that Astarion didn't particularly enjoy.

As grateful to the moon goddess as he was, he was aware that you were an expectation to the very normal belief that vampires were bad. And that marrying one was one of the stupidest things you could ever do from an average person's perspective, let alone a Selunite.

Why you hadn't done the smart thing and lied about what he was, Astarion would never know. But he did know that the thought of their rejection over his admittedly sordid history was putting him in a tailspin.

"They're going to love you," You said for the hundredth time, giving his hand a squeeze as you led him up the steps to your childhood home, "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart. I promise."

Astarion highly doubted that, but you were already knocking on the front door before he had a chance to argue. The door instantly slammed open, a beaming child already launching themselves at you before Astarion could process what was happening.

But you were more prepared them he was. You effortlessly caught them in your arms, laughing at their excited shouting, "Titi! You're late!"

So this was the famous Arabeth.

"No, I'm not!" You laughed as you settled her on your hip, "And what happened to my little girl's manners huh? You haven't even introduced yourself yet."

The child glanced over at him, like she was just realizing for the first time that someone else was standing over there. She looked a little shocked at the sight of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Wide enough for Astarion to start to wonder if something was on his face.

He gave her a little wave only for her to bury her face into your shoulder, peeking out at him with her lips pursed. Which was not the best start to the whole making his darling's family actually like him plan.

"Well, as you've probably guessed this is Arabeth. She's just a little shy," You reassured as you stepped inside, muttering a quick invitation inside under your breath. He appreciated that, he didn't need the whole house to be reminded of his... limitations.

"But she'll get over it soon enough," You continued as you called into the house, "Mom? Dad? We're here!"

And just like that they were rushing into the room, acting just as excited as your sister had been. Your mother wasted no time in smothering your face with kisses while your father swept you up into a hug. It was a rather impressive display of coordination, considering how they hadn't managed to knock you and your sister to the floor in the process. Astarion was pretty sure they were both saying something along the lines of We missed you! But it was hard to tell with all of you so tangled up in each other.

It was heartwarming to see, in all honestly. Of course such a loving person would come from an equally loving family, what else would he expect?

Though he certainly hadn't been expecting for your mother to throw her arms around him next. She brought him into a tight hug before looking him up and down, "So you're Astarion huh?"

She turned back to you, grinning ear to ear with her hands set on Astarion's shoulders, "He's so handsome! Selune help us, do you remember the last boy you brought home? He had a nose the length of my arm-"

"And that's enough of that," You said with a strained laugh, pulling your eccentric mother back a few inches, "And we've talked about the impromptu hugs. What happened to asking for permission?"

"Sorry, sorry!" She said with a wave of her hand, "Let me try again. I'm Seliras, and this is my husband-"

"Marcoul," Your father interrupted, putting his hand out for Astarion to shake, "It's been awhile since we've met a boyfriend."

"He's a little more than that," You said with a sigh as everyone exchanged pleasantries.

"We'll be the judge of that," Marcoul said with a sharp but friendly grin, the grip he had on Astarion's hand briefly tightening before he let go, "From what we've heard, you're quite the character aren't you?"

Ah, so the interrogating was starting early then. It was nothing that Astarion hadn't expected. Besides, turning up the charm was his strong suit, even when he was uncharacteristically nervous.

Astarion smiled back at him, "You've heard right. And I'm more than happy to answer any questions you might have."

"Oh gods please don't say that," You groaned, but it was too late. Your parents were already leading him to sit, rapid-fire questions coming out of their mouth.

Where are you from? How did you meet? Are you serious about our Tav? What's your religion? Where's your family? What are your plans?

But Astarion answered them all, with only mild censorship for the child's sake. The child who suddenly couldn't stop staring at him. It wasn't exactly easy to sell himself as a future husband when he was a vampiric ex-slave, but he made do.

It was an overwhelming experience to say the least, but not necessarily an unpleasant one. That was one good thing about trying to marry into a family of zealots, it was a lot easier to convince them of your virtue when you received a personal blessing from their goddess.

By the end of the night, they were all throughly appeased, enough so to get off the topic of him for a moment.

"You look a little young to have a thirty-year old child," Astarion said to your mother. He was actively trying to compliment her for obvious reasons, but he was also genuinely curious. She barely looked a day over 40.

"Oh we breed young," She said with a laugh, "We had Tav in our teenage years. Arabeth came much, much later. Our favorite little surprise. Gods, I can't think of a single person in our family who didn't have kids young. Our little Tav is the only exception to the rule."

"But maybe not for much longer, huh?" Marcoul added with a grin, yelping when you lightly smacked him over the head for the comment.

"Do not start the kid talk again!" You hissed out, cheeks red, "We've talked about this!"

Astarion couldn't help but grin at your reaction, charmed by your embarrassment. Though... the idea of the two of you having children together sure was an interesting thought.

Astarion felt a tug on his sleeve while you were distracted arguing with your parents. He turned, smiling when he saw your little sister standing there, still staring at him with wide-eyes.

She took a deep breath before blurting out, "You look like a prince. Are you?"

"Not exactly," Astarion said with a small laugh. That couldn't be further from the truth, "There's no blue blood in my veins."

She frowned, cocking her head at him like he wasn't making any sense. But then an idea obviously struck her as she excitedly asked, "But if you married a princess, then you'd become a prince too. Right?"

"I suppose?" Astarion answered with a shrug.

"So if I become a princess, and I marry you, then you'll be a prince?"

This conversation was quickly becoming out of his depth. But luckily enough for him you were swooping in to save him.

You laughed at her question, turning your attention back to the two of them, "No offense Bethy, but I'm going to be the one marrying this particular prince."

But Arabeth wasn't having it. She crossed her arms, looking at you like she was the one talking to a child, "You can't. Because if I don't marry him, he won't be a prince. So there. I have to do it."

She looked so serious, her facial expressions incredibly similar to your own. Astarion was holding back a loud laugh as you tried and failed to reason with her, "I can marry him without the royal status-"

"No! I'm marrying the prince!"

Your parents were doing a much worse job at hiding their reactions, both of them opening giggling behind their hands as you came up with a compromise.

"Okay, okay," You said with a sigh, kneeling down to look the small girl in the eye, "How about this? I marry him first. But only until you become a princess. Then he's all yours. Sound fair?"

She thought about it for a moment before nodding to herself, "Sounds fair."

Well Astarion wasn't going to get a better set-up then that. He turned to your father, his nerves coming back for a brief appearance, "I'm assuming now might be a good time to ask what I came here to ask. Though I do promise I only intending on asking for one of your children's hand in marriage."

Marcoul nodded slowly, his face unreadable as he spoke, "I mean no offense when I say this Astarion, but you aren't exactly who I imagined for my daughter."

"Dad don't-"

"Darling, let him finish," Astarion gently interrupted, his eyes still locked with your father's.

He took a deep breathe before continuing, "That said, I've never seen her so... herself with someone else before. So yes. The two of you can marry. On one condition."

"Anything," Astarion said instantly, nearly giddy at the fact that he was so close to the official yes, "Just name it."

"You have to have the wedding here," Seliras answered for him, a massive smile on her face, "No ifs, ands, or buts."

"And I get to be flower girl!" Arabeth chimed in, her past indignation completely forgotten as she climbed all over you, "And there has to be chocolate cake!"

"Oh gods, help us," You groaned, but Astarion was already nodding along. He couldn't give less than two shits where it happened or who was involved. He could scarcely believe that it was happening at all. But that was the last thing he had needed.

He already had the ring, the most amazing person he could ever fathom being with. Who actually wanted him back.

Now all he had to do was ask.