#🗡 - drabbles.

[vacuian-demon]

 ‘Bad End idea’

Bonus points it it involves Salem

Send ‘Bad End idea’ and I’ll describe one nsfw Bad End my muse could face, or could have met in the past.

tagging @salemdominance because they have a salem

Lance moaned like a slut as he was fucked pile driver position by the porcelain skinned giantess, not to far was his sister moaning like a slut, and his mother, aunt and grandmother weren't too far- all moaning rhythmically while being fucked. Lance presumed the males in his family were given to female supporters of Salem. He tried to look at her with vitriol, anger seeping through his body before she slammed down making his eyes roll back with a moan.

Vacuo and the whole world was now hers, his team lost and he could hear them also moaning nearby; Roselyn would moan his name but once before her mind was wrapped in pleasure from someone else. His own mind was getting fuzzy, the last he'd hear is about being used till he was broken and then turned into a maid or given to one of the girls. He'd let out one last pathetic moan.

"I'm cumming oooogh!" Like the slut he was, making Salem more loyal soldiers in the process.

[nevassan]

tornomov: the weird hollowness of trying to imagine the distant future.

When he tries to imagine the future, it threatens to constrict him.

Sothe has never lacked for goals – he knows where his place will be, forever and a day, so long as he is needed or wanted. And yet, still, a deep-set fears dogs at his heels, the more things that resolve, the more things click into place. In a world of peace, what good is a thief? 

When those he loves strive for kindness, where does he put up his knives?

He takes to carving when he thinks too long on it, when the future turns into a static-filled haze of aging alongside someone who won’t do the same. The knife he takes to those unwanted offcuts of wood are not the same ones he uses to kill. Spilled blood is not so suited to breathing life, at least, not like this. His desk becomes a forest of shavings, an uncarved boy amidst the trees. 

What he carves is never now, never an idea of the future – chiseled ideas of the past, instead, line his bookshelves, always half-finished. He can never get the curl of Micaiah’s hair quite right, the glow of Ike’s eyes, and tucked behind all of his books is a rough etching of the Tower that makes him shiver to gaze upon. Even the objects are reminders more than they are desires – a torch like hidden-late-nights, a bird upon a crumbling wall.

(He hides them all when Micaiah comes by. She dreams of the future. He can’t drag her down by living in the past – the past when he knew where he stood.)

Micaiah and Pelleas are engaged.

He knew of it before others did – she had spoken to him, excited, and he had smiled, not because he was happy, but because he loved her. In the silence of his room, he had let his hands move, carving ugly featureless things. He hadn’t cried, because there was nothing to mourn, but a hollowness still clutched at his chest, and it still does, a nervous little thing, scared-child holding onto the skirts of the first person who’s spoken to him with fondness and light –

She is not his. She has never been his. There is no ownership, and there is no betrayal, but there is a future now that he will never quite slot into.  

(He doesn’t cry, but it stings at his eyes, childish rage twisting his hands into fists as sleep evades him. He has never had much to hold, so few things that are his, and the passage of time is far-too-determined to take what little he has.

His first knives have rusted beyond repair. The scarf he wears threatens to fray at the ends. 

There’s never enough that’s his, just broken pieces and fear of what lies on that unpaved path.)

[insilentruin]

[ Comfort ]

The night was long and silent. Left alone, he felt the hollowness of his own mind with a pain that was nearly physical. He couldn’t hear the voices of the Plants inside the Ark, and he ached to feel their presence as profoundly as he feared never hearing their voices again.

Making his way through the ship, he felt eyes on him with an intensity that made him flinch at shadows. Something he had never done before. He knew—he hoped—that it was only his most loyal watching over him while he remained vulnerable.

The largest Plant in the ship was closest to his rooms, of which he was very glad of just then. Her light gave him relief so powerful he thought he may sob as it bathed his face. His desire to be close to her overrode the shakiness still plaguing his legs and he climbed the stairs that would take him to the landing that circled the bulb’s widest point. The clear barrier between Knives and the heart of the Plant was warm to the touch, a warmth he craved so much he sucked in a breath to hold back the tears threatening him again. She couldn’t hear him. Couldn’t feel his presence as his hands touched the barrier.

Before, she would have already shown herself to greet him. The barrier barely mattered when he manifest his power to reach out for her—but now… His hands balled into fists and he hit the glass, producing only a muted sound. Not even strong enough to make an echo inside the bulb. Knives shouted wordlessly once, the hollowness echoing worse now that he was so close to her, and she didn’t sense him at all.

“Sister!” He shouted, and shame clawed around inside of him. He yelled wordlessly again, rage and powerlessness making his voice crack. Tears spilled down his face, burning his skin. How much had he cried during these three days? Never over 100 years, until the loss of his power. This weakness. This fear. His forehead pressed to the glass, pushing until it hurt, eyes closed tightly against his falling tears. “Sister, please..”

Warmth flooded him, heat touched the glass where his face and hands rested and Knives gasped and sobbed once. Tormented blue eyes opened to see her, vibrant and blinding. She knew he was distressed, that something was wrong, and her warmth encompassed him like an embrace.

Nai.

Knives’s shoulders shook with held in sobs. He wanted this to end. Please let this end. Let this not be permanent by some unlucky stroke of fate.

Nai. It’s okay to be sad, or scared.

No. I’m not that little boy any longer. Knives wept bitterly, pressing closer to the heat the Plant gave off.

It’s not just children who cry or feel afraid. I should have tried harder to help you then. I’m sorry. Please know, it’s not too late to stop…

The words weren’t real. They couldn’t be. Not from the Plant. Why did it feel like Rem. It couldn’t be her. No matter how much it felt like her voice inside his head. Soft and soothing as she had always tried to be when they needed comfort. He didn’t want it. He didn’t want it. Why did it comfort him, anyway? Even if it were merely conjured from his own mind, it filled him with some kind of calm that felt all out of proportion to everything that had happened.

Or perhaps it was the Plant’s familiar warmth and presence as he opened his eyes to look at her again, sinking into him and giving him her strength for a moment. Steady, and thrumming against his skin. The words of comfort were incidental, inconsequential. It was too late to stop… Wasn’t it? Vash had made it plain to him there was no fixing the wrongs he’s done. He couldn’t stop, once his abilities had returned.

“Thank you,” he whispered against the glass. The Plant gestured vaguely but he knew she offered her own form of comfort to him, worry, and trust in him.

[phoenixduelist]

What Tarot Card Are You?

The Devil

Restriction is not so terrible a thing as you think it is. One must not always be shackled to be prudent. You could use a set of handcuffs in your life, my love. Shall I forge them for you? We could be tied together, you and I. Maybe then you would not want for so many things. Maybe if you were drip fed what you wanted, you would only focus on the next drip, instead of the wide world of things there are to want. You consume what you love, you terrify the things you want. You have chewed your way through your life and you are still hungry. The old woman holds out a key. The iron around your wrist is so very heavy

&

The Moon

You avoid corners and doorways - do you know why? Have you looked inwards recently? Do you understand what is happening there? Your mind is muddled and dusty, a mirror you haven’t been able to clean properly. Smudging the nervousness just leaves streaks on the glass, which makes your face harder to see, which makes you nervous. What are you nervous of, darling? What keeps you up at night? Why haven’t you confronted it? Do you know what it is? Can you answer my questions? Are they making you nervous? Am I frightening you?

[dancingdcrks]

tag dump / blog-centric stuff

🐢🗡 // stick it in your shell / ic

🐢🗡 // if we told you; we'd have to kill you / musings

🐢🗡// who are you calling impulsive and overemotional?! / about

🐢🗡 // an all you can beat buffet! / likes / aesthetics

🐢🗡 // don't give bad orders; and i won't second guess 'em / music / playlist

🐢🗡 // i always thought the future of ninjutsu was taller / dash commentary

🐢🗡 // it literally hurts to listen to you sometimes / starter call

🐢🗡 // so what if I got a temper? i’m still the best fighter we’ve got / visage

🐢🗡// let's trash the place / answered

🐢🗡// that's adorable and sad ; it's ‘sadorable’ / open

🐢🗡// yes; that's why we're laughing; because you sound nothing like that / drabbles

🐢🗡// unmotivated bursts of anger is kinda my thing / ooc

🐢🗡// i was just having some fun / memes

🐢🗡// we've never gone into a fight like this and i don't know what's gonna happen / psa

🐢🗡// i'll never be cruel again; just leave me alone / wishlist

🐢🗡// hey; the stealth bike's my thing / self promo

🐢🗡// if you love it so much; why don't you marry it / promo

🐢🗡 // v / the secret of the ooze made the chosen few / main

🐢🗡 // v / i wanna fuck the world ; i wanna make it hurt / vampire

🐢🗡 // v / teenagers scare the living shit outta me ; they could care less as long as someone’ll bleed / foot

🐢🗡 // v / just a little something up ahead ; i’m dreaming of being human / human

🐢🗡 // v / we tried the world; good god; it wasn’t for us / future

🐢🗡 // v / the world has changed. it's a neverending wasteland now / mutant apocalypse

[lalacliffthorne]

🦇 MASTERLIST 🦇

Azriel 🗡

midnights - part I part II (fluff)

���� idiot 🌪 (smut, angst, fluff)

⚔️ I don't think now's the best time ⚔️ (battlefield, fluff)

📃 the basic rules of friendship 📃 (fluff, smut)

🌫 if you go down then we go down together 🌫 (angst, smut, fluff)

Rhys 🦇

✨️ starshine ✨️ - part I part II part III part IV part V part VI (fluff, angst, smut)

Cassian ⚔️

🤍 just a one time thing 🤍 - part I part II (fluff, smut, modern!Cass)

Feyre 🏹

💗 fuck it, let's do it again 💗 (smut)

drabbles 📄

Azriel 🗡

hickeys - payback - busted (fluff)

sick (fluff)

cheering up (fluff)

got you now (fluff)

tired (fluff)

Cassian ⚔️

grumpy (fluff, modern!Cass)

modern!roommate!batboys - drabble series

modern!batboys as your roommates headcanons 🦇

modern!batboys halloween headcanons 🦇

modern!batboys spooky season and halloween headcanons 🦇💕

modern!batboys christmas headcanons 🎀🦇💕

ride home (fluff, 🦇)

late nights (fluff, 🦇)

failed dates suck (lil angst, fluff, 🦇)

nightmare (fluff, 🦇)

bad days and library floors (fluff, 🦇)

a cold and a movie night (fluff, 🦇)

nap time (fluff, 🦇)

periods (fluff, 🦇)

snow (fluff, 🎀🦇💕)

grey days at christmas time (fluff, 🎀🦇💕)

new years (fluff, 🎀🦇💕)

midnight ride (fluff, 💕)

the one where they stop being idiots (fluff, headcanons, 💕)

sleepy in the library (fluff, 💕)

sunday mornings (fluff, 💕)

when Azriel has a nightmare (angst, fluff, 💕)

date night (fluff, 💕)

to warm up, one needs a shower. and Az. (fluff, 💕)

another drabble with Az and his motorcycle. (fluff, 💕)

when for a change, Azriel is the one in need of cuddles (fluff, 💕)

autumn days (fluff, 💕, 🦇)

mini headcanon - fighting (💕🦇)

🦇 = roommate!batboys centered

💕 = roommate!batboys!Azriel centered

🎀 = roommate!batboys christmas centered

mood boards ✨️

starshine

starshine mood board by @verena9003

starshine mood board

starshine aesthetic

dark faerie aesthetic

playlists

starshine ✨️

I don't take requests. sorry, loves, but most of the time, I can barely deal with needing to get my own ideas all exactly right. *hides behind laptop*

if you want to be on any taglist, hit me up - just comment or shoot me an ask or a message!

minors get outta here

[readychilledwine]

A Burden To Carry

Villain's Week - Day 2 - Weakness

Summary - He had given her everything, loved her through all her ages, just to have one fight tear his whole world down

Warnings - abuse, infidelity, twisted family situations, love from an abuser's mind

A/n - Happy @sjmvillainweek day 2! For weakness, I decided to do something I've gotten a lot asks about: Lyria and Beron pre him learning she is Helion's daughter and not his. I firmly believe Beron would be a sucker for a daughter in a twisted sense and in a healing sense. If you have not joined Lyria's world, she is my Vanserra OC who put her magic into healing through touch, mainly massage therapy. She is, per Vanserra sister oc Tradition, mated to Azriel. If you are into different forms of poly relationships, acts of service, and smut, peep her masterlist. Otherwise, I did set this to where it can be read alone 💕

I have a pattern this week of drabble and longer fics just due to planning so much content. This is today's drabble.

✨️Lyria’s World✨️

🗡Villain's Week Masterlist🗡Master Masterlist🗡

Beron had never known love like what he felt for his daughter as she bounced over to him. Her hair was in soft curls, her smile bright. Beron held love for so few things, but Lyria? Lyria was his light.

She was a small thing at the tender age of 6, still so curious about how the world worked, how how night became day, where the river went if it left to lands where she could not follow. He picked her up, holding her slightly above him before settling her on his lap.

“Daddy, if the leaves here are red, why are the leaves at Tamtam’s flowers?”

“Different seasons, my love.”

Lyria glared at the simplicity of his answer, “I think Tamtam's leaves are wrong.”

He could only chuckled at her standing with her in his arms, “And how do you suggest we fix them?” Beron had a running list of Lyria’s ideas and mis-speakings. From demanding her crown be more spark-y to stating she felt the solution to court disagreements was a slumber party where she'd play guard and smack high Lord's with her feathered pillow if they were being mean, he cherished that list. Cherished her.

“We take them from him,” she glared, her little voice far too innocent to realize she was implying going to war over trees being different. “Oh! Look what I can do!”

Lyria held her little hand to him, a fire coming to life on her palm.

A fire that looked far too much like a sun spark. Not like a raging hearth.

The image of her small display of magic haunted Beron as they ate that night. 4 sons. 1 daughter. 3 empty chairs.

He would be a fool to pretend the son that sat on one of those chairs was ever his. The skin tanned too easily in the sun, the hair in tighter curls and a deeper shade of red than he had ever seen. The eyes a slightly darker shade than predicted.

Lucien was never Beron's but Beron had played the part until the embarrassment could no longer be ignored. Since that fateful night, Beron had been under the impression his wife, the wife he thought he loved so much, wanted to have another child as an olive branch, an apology.

Now as he looked at that little girl, so glued to Eris's every word, he felt that same rage simmering deep within him.

“Daddy,” a little voice cut him from the thoughts he was having, “can I go play with Eris's puppies tonight?”

“Hounds,” Eris sighed, slightly annoyed. “They are hounds, sister.”

“No,” the answer made the whole table pause. Lyria had never heard no in her short life. “You were already out playing past curfew and conned me into skipping lessons today. You will go to bed early.”

Seeing her soft pout, her eyes watering, it broke his heart. It broke him as he continued looking at her, truly looking at her. Nothing physically indicated she was not his. She was the carbon copy of her mother. Same nose, same eyes, same chin.

Lyria's 16th birthday came in a flash of light and Beron kept his growing suspicious to himself as she sat at the vanity being forced to look the part he truly didn't know if she should have been given. In the past several years, he'd passed her off to Eris. Sighting her brother needing to be more involved with her as the reason. Beron loved her, he loved her more than he'd ever allow anyone to know, but he was not blind to the possibility that somehow she was not his.

“Daddy?”

“Lyria,” he tried to show no emotion in his voice as she stood, the red velvet dress hugging her torso before going to a full skirt, “stunning.” He moved to her, hand on her cheek. “Do you remember the rules?”

She nodded as she nuzzled into the rare contact from her father. A handmaiden forced her head straight, adding a simple tiara in, “No dancing with one suitor for too long. Honor each high lord with their own dance. Keep near Eris and his partner.”

“And,” he gripped her chin lightly.

“No running off with anyone. Male or female. I am to maintain my image.”

He nodded, satisfied, “Who is your first dance?”

“Eris, in place of you, to allow you to continue taking bids for my hand.”

The rules were simple as a hand went to her lower back, escorting her out the dressing room doors and into the hallway where the royal family stood waiting. Lyria was their star tonight. The red velvet dress had a straight neckline with stones leading to long sleeves. They, too, had been adorned with a rotation of diamonds in various sized.

Beron had spared no expense on this gown, not 100% thrilled it was different from traditional fashion, but her face as she had tried it on made it worth it. Eris quickly made the corset slightly tighter before looking her over and adjusting a few pieces of hair. “Aren't you just perfect,” her oldest brother murmured. “Excellent choice in gown father. Suitors will be aching to dance with her.”

His wife was the only one who seemed uncomfortable, “She is 16.” Her voice was soft in Beron's ear. “Perhaps we could wait and present her when-”

“She's of courting age,” Beron cut sharply the room falling silent like it had all those years ago when he first told Lyria no. “Her duty to is provide us with an alliance and grandchildren. She is my daughter. I see this as fit.”

Beron watched from his throne as Lyria charmed her way through every High Lord. She had glanced at him while dancing with Rhysand, a code they'd made to silently indicate when she'd found interest in a male. “Rumor has it that he likes them young,” Eris said bored. “Helion will be next, in place of his father. Prepare yourself, High Lord.” The exchange from Rhysand to Helion killed off that last shred of doubt in Beron's mind.

Where Helion touched Lyria. Lyria's skin faintly began to glow.

The same as it had when Helion's filthy hands touched Lucien.

Beron looked at his wife, what little gentleness he held gone, “Is she mine?” The question had his sons leaving the dais, suddenly very interested in several females in the room. “Is. She. Mine.”

All Lyria could hear from her room that night was screaming and fighting. Eris laid next her, whispering in her ear that none of this was her fault, that she was loved. He kept her behind him as Beron stormed into her room, trying to protect her.

The signs of what happened showed on Lyria's face, her body. Beron would not outright end her life, but there were times in the following years where he made her wish he had. Beron had hoped his love for her would die off, but by her 18th birthday, it was still there.

The affair was quiet, only suitors from Autumn, only males Beron deemed barely worthy. The light that burned so brightly in Lyria had died, diminished by her father as the last pieces of light in him died as well.

They say the best way to kill off a weakness is to stop caring about it.

And Beron, as he looked at the red haired girl going through the motions as she danced herself into exhaustion, realized he would never stop caring. No matter how much he wished he would.

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[ghostgirl101]

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Paul Atreides 🏜️✨

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Oneshot/Imagine || Angst → Fluff || 1.5K

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Oneshot/Imagine || Fluff || 1.7K

Being Loved By Paul Atreides

Relationship Headcanons/Blurb

Being In A Love Triangle With Paul Atreides And Feyd-Rautha Would Be Like This...

Relationship Headcanons

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Being In A Relationship With Feyd-Rautha Would Be Like This...

Relationship Headcanons

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Relationship Headcanons

Drabble

Short Headcanons || Fluff || 0.4K

[missmonsters2]

Hey, how are you? I saw your post about send you and emoji and character for you to write a drabble.

If I can ask a drabble for Wednesday and Tara, I'd love it, if no, you can choose the one you prefer to write for.

- an emoji: 💞 (can it please be the reader giving the comfort and cuddles after the nightmare?! Thanks)

- character (wednesday/tara)

- fluff

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: so fluff. so cuddle. tara is so 🥹

Library Blog | AO3

Note: I'm doing well thank u!! <3 I love tara with my whole heart ty 🫶🏻

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Please do not copy, repost, or translate my work anywhere else.

⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷🗡⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷

There's an unspoken routine between you and Tara.

The thing is, Tara never asked, and you never offered. Neither of you ever spoke about it, but it was set in stone.

You always wait for Tara to fall asleep first.

You're not sure when it started. You think it was the day she finally came home from the hospital. She was slowly regaining her ability to walk and was confined to her bed most hours of the day.

Because of that, Tara's sleeping hours were odd with how much she rested. You stayed up to keep her company; you always did.

"You can sleep if you're tired," Tara tells you softly. "I'll probably fall asleep soon after."

You only shrug in response. It was always like that.

It's just another night, long after Tara has healed, but you still wait for her to fall asleep first, staying up a little longer before you allow yourself to sleep.

And it's because of this reason.

Tara's breath becomes sharp, her chest rising as she takes a large breath. Her brows furrow deeply before she jerks awake, eyes opening frantically.

She sits up, looking around the room before her eyes land on you. You're usually sitting up against a pillow, half-heartedly reading on your phone in the dark.

"You're still up?" Tara mumbles the same thing she does every time.

You hum, like you always do.

You shut off your phone, putting it on the nightstand—like you always do.

You adjust your pillow, settling into bed as you tug at Tara's arm until she nestles back into bed and in your arms—like you always do.

Tara fits so snugly against you, every part of her body perfectly slotting against you. The shared warmth quickly forms between you as you pull the blanket to her chin.

You stroke her back in soothing motions, fingers combing through the ends of her hair. You tangle your legs with her until it's hard to tell whose limbs are whose, hearing Tara's soft, content sigh.

She buries her face into your chest and neck, and you hold her tighter. It's silent other than the soft breaths between you two.

"Sorry," Tara mumbles. "I bet you're always so tired because of me."

"Not at all," you say, pulling back and studying the silhouette and subtle features of Tara in the dark. You lean into brush kisses over her eyelids, feeling them flutter. "I totally love watching you sleep," you tease.

Tara's laugh comes out in breaths. "That's so creepy, you weirdo," she teases back as she presses her face back into your body.

"Huh, I thought you'd be into it after I caught you reading Twilight the other day," you muse quietly and jump slightly when Tara pinches your side.

You chuckle before settling in one more time, pulling the blanket snug around the two of you, and kissing the crown of Tara's head.

"Sleep," you tell her. "I'm right here."

Tara falls asleep soon after, just like she always does.

And only when you're sure her dreams are as lovely as she is do you fall asleep too.

[xxnashiraxx]

AO3

๋࣭⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Fics ⭑ ๋࣭⭒๋࣭

✧˖ With Stars to Fill My Dream: Main ongoing long-fic isekai story following the events of the game. Releases every other Sunday!

A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid?

Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

🗡Chapter 1: Chasing Rabbits 🗡Chapter 2: Known Me, Broken By My Master 🗡Chapter 3: But It Was a Trick and the Clock Struck 12 🗡Chapter 4: Behind a Broken Frame 🗡Chapter 5: Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret 🗡Chapter 6: My Thoughts You Can't Decode 🗡Chapter 7: From Now Our Merge is Eternal 🗡Chapter 8: Born in Blood I'm Not Like You 🗡Chapter 9: Darkness Helps Us All to Shine 🗡Chapter 10: Let the Dystopian Morning Light Pour In 🗡Chapter 11: Try to Keep the Truth From Showing Up 🗡Chapter 12: You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart 🗡Chapter 13: Moving Through the Silence Without Motion 🗡Chapter 14: I've Held On but I Feel a Storm Approaching 🗡Chapter 15: I Cast My Spell of Love on You 🗡Chapter 16: Target Completion Date of 12/29

✧˖ Kinktober 2024: Small collection of fun prompts featuring Astarion and Ofelia from my main fic.

🗡Prompt 1: Incubus Astarion + Fanart! 🗡Prompt 2: Breeding Kink/Sex Pollen + Fanart! 🗡Prompt 3: Inappropriate Use of Tadpole/Melted Candle Wax/BDSM

๋࣭⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Lore ⭑ ๋࣭⭒๋࣭

✧˖ With Stars to Fill My Dream Art: My Art: Character Portrait & My Art: Ofelia Portrait WIP) Commission of Astarion and Ofelia Dancing from Chapter 12!, My Art: Spoiler Art of Ofelia (See After Chapter 8!), My Art: Sad Ofelia Portrait, Amazing Art of Ofelia and Alfira as a Promo for Their Tiefling Party Performance by the incredible @bby-bel! GORGEOUS Chapter 13 art of Ofelia in Astarion’s shirt by @bby-bel-art 🥺❤️

✧˖ Ofelia's Playlist: #1 Mitski ,

✧˖ Extra Screenshots: Astarion & Ofelia Meeting, Karlach Meeting,

✧˖ Ofelia Lore: OC Smash or Pass, OC Insight: What Kind of Love Are You?, OC Patron Saint Game, OC Deep Dive:Ofelia, All About Your Tav/Durge and Their Romantic Interest, 30 Questions Ask 1, 30 Questions Ask 2,

✧˖ Extras: Ofelia Moodboard 🖤🩸

✧˖ Future Scene WIPs and Drabble: Potential Future Smut Scene,

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the new tag list!

✧˖Tag List: @khywren @allymcfee @pinkberrytea @beewilko

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✨️ Christmas in Baldur’s Gate

[vacuian-demon]

I ship Lance and Salem

On anon or not, tell me who you ship my character with.

@salemdominance mention again

// You that anon that sent the bad end? XD I don't mind but Salem is such an important character I don't know how'd they work out. Unless there's a planned or completely new setting, maybe Salem likes Lance and he becomes apart of her court or she refuses to be evil.

Maybe something could happen in the future, but I don't wanna force anything on the mun. //

[nevassan]

There is no one left for Sothe to keep up a brave face for.

The hallways were cramped-narrow like prison cells and he wasn't sure it wasn't smoke and mirrors except for the way breathing in rubbed his lungs raw and Ayra stayed step-by-step with him and he didn't need protection but to be alone was far scarier -

and the ghosts, oh, the ghosts, Ayra battered but not-down-yet, and he wonders if there even is an exit, or if he is simply running with no end, no escape, desperate to live to his last -

but this will not be his last, he cannot die here, even as he finds himself wandering in circles, even as the walls seem to breathe around him, shuddering and heaving in gasps and -

when they face one of those shades again, it is not so easy, and Ayra falls but he does not cry out, even though he is scared, so scared, a little boy in the alley with no more parents and no one's hand to hold -

and poison sinks into him with fangs and it stings, his blood burns him from the inside out, and he cries out as he collapses, and he curls in on himself and holds his scarf in his hands, and he is so small, and the world is so dark and fuzzy, and he was almost home -

and not yet not yet not yet please not yet please not yet please not yet i have to go back please not yet please please no -

"Micaiah.. I'm sorry."

and then, no more.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

The sweetest taste ♤

Astarion Ancunin x reader

A/N: heyyyy :) this was supposed to be a short drabble, but I mayhaps got carried away... oops lol Astarion is the tadpole in my brain and he told me to write this so yeah. First time writing for Astarion so I'm a lil hesitant to post this but I figured you guys will tell me if it's shit lmao Enjoy!

~ Fi 🪻

Warnings: blood consumption (reader licks blood off Astarions face bc I felt like it), slightly suggestive? Astarion is flustered, ooc Astarion?? maybe??? Idk

Word count: 1.2k

!short disclaimer: I haven't actually played the game.. (shame on me, I know lol)!

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The latest battle had been brutal. Blood spilling, dirt and debris flying everywhere. You were wiping your sweat and grim covered forehead with your sleeve, lightly staining the fabric.

"Wasn't that so much fun, Darling?" Astarion beamed, wiping his dagger on his shirt. He was covered in blood splatters, they dyed his white shirt and his fair curls a deep crimson. Astarions pale complexion wasn't safe from the blood bath either. But,Gods, he has never looked better. Smiling, covered in blood, sure he looked a little manical but you wouldn't have it any other way.

It was cute and horrifying at the same time to see how his eyes lit up after a battle as intense as this one. He'd become all giddy and excited, the adrenaline in his veins giving him a delicious rush. It's kind of odd after you just killed people, but Astarion is, well.. Astarion. The intimidating, charming, witty, yet so lovable vampire. A small smile crept onto your cheeks. It was nice seeing him smile and laugh. That laugh. It was going to be the death of you. Just like the rest of him, really. The worst part about that? He knew it.

Astarion glanced over at you, the setting light of the sun perfectly hitting his ruby eyes. He let out a deep chuckle, twirling the ornate dagger between his slender, pale fingers. "What's so funny, hm?" You questioned, crossing your arms in front of your chest, brows furrowed. He chuckled again, lighter this time and stopped walking.

"Just the way you're ogling me, my sweet," he answered, clearly amused, "you like seeing me covered in blood, don't you, you cheeky little thing?"

A subtle blush adorned your cheeks and you let out a huff. "So what if I do?" You responded. Astarion lightly shook his head and laughed. He walked up to you and tilted your head upwards with a finger underneath your chin.

"Well... that is perfectly alright with me, my darling." he grinned.

As you arrived at your camp, the sun had already said her goodbye and the beautifully glowing moon was illuminating the dark night. "We should get cleaned up," Karlach said, stretching her back, "we've got an early day tomorrow."

You sat down on your bedroll, dampening a rag with some of the leftover water in your flask and began to wipe your face down. It felt good to finally get all of that dried blood and dirt off your face.

Astarion emerged from the woods, even more blood covering his face now. The carmine liquid was dripping down his chin. You grinned as he made his way over to you and sat down next to you. "I suppose you've had your dinner? Am I not to your fine taste anymore or have you just decided to be Gentleman and give me a break today?" You asked teasingly, not looking at him but continuing to clean yourself. He laughed.

"You know I could never get tired of your taste, my sweet. But..",Astarion trailed his fingers up your arm to your neck and gently ghosted over the two scars sitting on the side of your throat, ever so beautifully,"I could go for a dessert, dear.." he smirked your way.

You looked over at him and smiled. "I'll think on it, my love."

He nodded and returned a soft smile, his fingers still caressing the side of your neck. 

"You should really clean your face, Astarion"

"But you like it when I'm all bloodied" he teased.

You rolled your eyes. Teasing was his middle name.

"I'll do it for you" you offered. He raised his eyebrows in surprise but quickly a smirk made its way onto his face. "Why, I'd be honored, my darling."

You climbed onto his lap and his hands immediately situated themselves on your hips. You were holding the already bloody rag in on hand and his jaw firmly in the other. You leaned in and licked a stripe up his bloody cheek. Astarion froze. Did... did you actually just do that. Not that he was complaining, he would never, it just caught him off guard. And was he.. was he flustered? No way in the hells. Astarion doesn't get flustered. He's the one flustering and making other people blush. But he couldn't deny the slight heat in his face and the proud smirk on your face as you caught the slightest hint of pink on his cheeks. Astarion couldn't believe it. His innocent, oh so sweet darling, that wouldn't hurt a fly, had just licked the blood off his face.

You pulled back and smiled, slightly turning his head to get a better angle. You let your tongue trail over the corner of his mouth and along his jaw, taking off the crimson liquid. He let out a raspy groan, quickly followed by his grip tightening on your hips. "My, my... who would've known you were so... filthy, my sweet.." his voice was filled with lust and as smooth as honey. A seductive smirk was on his lips, and you just looked at him innocently.

"You're not the only one who likes blood here, my star," you whispered, tilting his head up a little and batting your lashes at him.

Astarion stared af you, full of lust and adoration. This just made him love you so much more, you had no idea.

Putting your hands on his shoulder, you began to stand up. "Well.. early call tomorrow, so, good night, my lovely, " you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and making your way to your bedroll. His face fell into confusion as he sat there, dumbfounded. "I- what?! you can't just-" he yelled, outraged, but he cut himself off with a scoff. You got him all riled up and just.. left! Thankfully, he couldn't see the grin on your face as you continued to approach your resting place for the night. "Can and will, my dear"

Gale stomped towards Astarion, obviously annoyed. "For the sake of the God's, Astarion! Some people would like to sleep, what's the matter with you?!" He questioned, making gestures with his hands. "I- she- SHE JUST-" Astarion still had a hard time finding words to describe what just happened, completely baffled by your actions.

"Oh for fucks sake, what is it?!" Gale spat, getting angry. Astarion just pointed your way. Gale looked over and saw you licking off a little bit of blood from the corner of your mouth. He then looked back at Astarion, where a perfectly cleaned patch of his fair skin shone through the mess on his face. Gale grinned. "A taste of your own medicine, Sir tease-a-lot?" He then turned around and made his way back to his bedroll, laughing at Astarion.

You couldn't contain your giggles as you watched the scene play out. Astarion's head snapped towards you and he stared through you, his eyes narrowing. He accusingly pointed a finger in your direction, "I'll get you back for this!" He yelled, infuriated, which earned him a distant "Shut it, Astarion!" From Shadowheart.

He probably would get you back for this, ten times worse at that, but that was a problem for the future you, because it was absolutely worth it. You blew him a kiss and turned around on your bedroll with your back now towards him. You heard him huff and mumble something quite grumpily. Smiling, you bit your lip, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep with a picture of Astarion with slightly rosy cheeks in your mind.

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[pfhwrittes]

for ✨♥️🗡 anon.

a little drabble for the retail hell au. all fluff, no TWs needed i think. female!reader. "love" used as a pet name and john calls the reader a "good girl".

pairing(s): john price x female reader, simon riley x female reader (or even john price x female reader x simon riley if you squint)

600ish words; barely edited again.

-- it’s been a slow start to your shift on the checkouts. your manager for some reason has overscheduled the team, so you’re drifting between the customer service desk which is already covered and the checkouts which is fully staffed. truth be told, you're a little bit confused. you’ve never seen this many people working on front end. you make another slow circuit from the checkouts, offering to take carol off for a break if she wants to, and up to the customer service desk where you chat with megan for a few minutes before a customer wanders over with a bit of receipt paper. 

you’re on your way back to the checkouts when john gestures you over to join him and simon where they’ve been watching the checkouts discreetly from the end of one of the aisles. 

“y’look bored as fuck” simon states matter-of-factly when you join them. john rolls his eyes and sighs at simon’s bluntness before shooting you a small smile.

“what he means to ask love, is if you’d like to do a job for us?” john’s still smiling at you and you’re very briefly distracted by the way the skin around his eyes crinkles. you wonder if he knows you’ll say yes to anything he asks if he shoots you a smile. probably not. he’s got most of the store a-flutter for his blue eyes and old-fashioned charms as it is. 

you twist the bottom edge of your gaudy orange apron between your fingers as you fight against your initial reaction of yes sir, anything you want! and the more sensible approach. 

“what’s the job?” you ask, flicking your eyes over to simon who as always looks like he’d rather pull out his own teeth than be standing on the shopfloor. despite his gruff manner, you quite like simon. he’s funny underneath the front he puts on in front of customers and members of management he doesn’t respect. 

“babysittin’” simon fires off with a completely straight face, folding his massive arms across his chest. you get the impression that he’s trying to look more imposing that he already does. all it does is pull the slightly dusty black polo top he’s wearing tighter over his massive chest.

“babysitting?” you repeat dumbly. you fidget with your apron again and turn your attention back to john hoping that you don’t look as flushed as you feel. 

“i was hoping you wouldn’t mind givin’ simon a hand in the warehouse today, love.” john explains. 

“‘specially considerin’ your prick of a manager’s fucked up the schedule.” simon adds with a scoff. “man couldn’t fill out a rota even if the only thing he’s gotta do is sign his fuckin’ name on the top.”

you press your lips together to stop yourself from smiling at simon. he’s right, after all this isn’t the first time your manager has mucked up the schedules, but you won’t give him the satisfaction. he spots the way you tamp down on your smile and his lips tick up in a brief smirk in response. 

john reaches up to scrub his hand over his beard and your attention is caught by the way he purses his lips. you miss the glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he clears his throat and you look away hastily to look over at the checkouts. 

“so what d’ya think then? gonna give us a hand? hm?”

you nod quickly, aware that carol is glancing over and shooting you a dirty smirk that you hope john and simon haven’t seen yet. 

“good girl. follow us then.”

and well, who are you to disagree when john places the flat of his hand on your lower back just above the apron strings and simon becomes a long line of warmth at your side as they walk you towards the warehouse.

[mercless]

🗡 dozing off writing replies but im curious how others go about writing out stuff/the order you write particular parts, and if you have a different way of writing depending on if it's a reply, ask, or a drabble 🤔 in most cases I find I write out any spoken words first, then the tones or actions done while talking, and then depending on the writing purpose add trains of thought, other actions or specific actions that convey emotions. stuff I looove getting lost in writing include describing scenes, settings, environments, food or the time of day! for drabbles I usually start with these descriptive elements to get into the mood of it.

[redhead-batgal]

Master List Of Works: One-Shots And Drabbles

Content- Fluff:  ☙             Angst: ✢           Mixed/Netural:ϐ

Batboy(For the OC content and Head Canons)-

🐥: All Bat Boys listed below 🦇: All Bat Fam 💙: Dick Grayson/Nightwing        🔫: Jason Todd/ Red Hood  ✒: Duke Thomas/ Signal       ☕️: Tim Drake/Red Robin                🗡: Damian Wayne/Robin

Bat Boys

~Dick Grayson/Nightwing💙~

Say Something ϐ                                                            9/16/21

When I See You Again ☙   11/8/22

~Jason Todd/Red Hood🔫~

Alone Together ϐ   7/16/21

Worst Part Of Me✢                                                               8/28/21

Young Blood ϐ  1/13/22

Drunken Lullabies  ϐ 🍀                                            3/17/22

Girls Just Wanna Hava Fun ☙   6/24/22

False Pretense ϐ 6/24/22

Feeling Good ✢   4/5/23

~Duke Thomas/ Signal✒~

Deceivers ϐ  6/26/22

~Tim Drake/ Red Robin☕️~

Hooked on A Feeling ϐ 6/23/22

All You Wanna Do ☙   3/3/23

~Damian Wayne/ Robin🗡~

Without You ✢ 6/22/22

Bound To You ϐ 6/22/22

Black Magic ☙  4/22/23

~🦇Bat Fam🦇~

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again ϐ  11/3/22

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