#Captain Astarion Ancunín

[larvasmoon]

Salt the earth behind you (2) - Heavy is the Captain's hat

Chapter Summary : It's Liar's Night in Athkatla, and Beatrice is sure to spot a familiar face amongst the masks and the costumes... One that she dreads seeing again.

Rating : Explicit

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Summary : Beatrice leads a tiresome and hazardous life in the city of Athkatla, “the city of coin”, working as a waitress at the Sea’s bounty. The tavern is known to be the meeting point of all sorts of outlaws and criminals that she has to serve and entertain. She has grown accustomed to the company of all of those grim individuals, but still shudders at the sight of pirates. She hates their violence, their greediness and their cruelty above all. When she crosses paths with the infamous Captain Ancunín, a wanted man, whose name is at the center of all sorts of gruesome tales, her beliefs are shaken. Torn between her hatred for what he embodies and her desire for him, Beatrice ends up involved in the pirate’s quest for a cure to the curse that plagues his crew and his ship.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

"Big day, huh, loverboy?"

Astarion startles slightly at his first mate calling out to him from above and looks to find the source of the sound. Karlach smirks down at him from her perch at the ship's wheel... directly above his quarters.

"Gotta say, Lae'zel wasn't too thrilled that you missed your own meeting over that powder her men have been working on. It was all Gale and I could do to keep her from testing it out on your cabin door herself. Then ol' Magic Man and I spent most of dinner debating whether or not to interrupt you two. He didn't want to be uncouth." She grins widely with all the self-satisfaction of a twerp kid catching her big brother sneak a beau out of his bedroom window. "Judging by the state you three just stumbled out of your room in, you didn't really want couth much anyway, did you?"

“Manners and refinement certainly have their place,” Astarion answers, feeling himself fall back into his usual rhythm with Karlach. Something in his chest eases at her wide smile. “But in my chambers? Certainly not.”

Karlach chuckles, relief washing over her as she sees the tension in his jaw and posture release slightly. "You wanna find somewhere a bit more private to talk? Officer's mess might be unoccupied. I'd suggest your quarters, but…" She grimaces. "Ew, no thanks. I've learned far more than my share of details about what you've been up to all night and day from the other side of the walls and ceiling. Don't need to see the scene of the crime for myself."

Astarion lets out a full-chested laugh. "I understand. Shall we retire to your cabin, then?"

"Aye aye, Cap!"

Karlach slides down the bannister to join him, and the pair walk back to Karlach's cabin in the officer's quarters. The tiefling's room is significantly more spartan than those of her male companions. Any areas of the floor that can be seen under the scattered piles of papers, dirty dishes, and discarded clothing are covered by a couple of woven rugs. Her cot's sheets are made neatly with hospital corners, a habit picked up in her years aboard the Styx's Revenge, but a worn knit blanket lies rumpled near the foot. Clive, her beloved stuffed bear, rests on her pillow, looking even more worse for wear than when Astarion last saw him. Karlach plunks down on the cot, smooths out the blanket, and pats the spot beside her, encouraging her friend to sit.

"Alright. First mate hat's off, Mama K hat's on. Come rest a bit. I insist."

The captain smiles, but remains against the door. He’s comfortable with Karlach, but the time — the separation — he once again feels like a stranger here. “Thank you, Karlach,” he says gently. “It’s good to be around you again. You’ve no idea how much I missed this.”

Karlach tries not to show her disappointment at her captain's distance. She snags Clive off the bed and holds it out to him — a peace offering. "I missed you too, sailor. So fucking much." The first mate chews the inside of her lip for a moment, trying to come up with the right words. "Are you... here? I've seen so little of you in the past few days, and when I do catch you I can't tell if I'm talking to my Cap or Captain Ancunín." She pauses, frowning slightly, hoping he catches her meaning.

Astarion's eyes soften at her wrods. It hadn't been an intentional blow - that much he knew. But it wounded him all the same. "Of course I'm here," he says, accepting Clive. He traces his thumb over a seam that's been patched over too many times to count, trying to pass off a smile. "Captain Ancunín is only reserved for those who don't know me the way you do."

"Alright. Just checking." Karlach tries to swallow the lump that has rapidly formed in her throat. Somewhat unconsciously, she grabs the blanket and begins rubbing the knit stitches between her fingers. When she continues, her voice is as small as it was when he found her hiding in his cargo hold a decade ago. "Astarion, I am so so sorry. You trusted me with your ship, your crew, your safety, and I fucked it all up. I should have been more careful. I should have caught wind of what they were planning sooner. I should have..." Her voice trails off, not sure which of the thousand things she should have done to prevent his capture by Cazador is worth expressing next.

"No," he says quickly, refusing to let her take this blame. "No, Karlach. You couldn't have known. If I recall correctly, you were the one trying to get me to turn in that night; to not have another drink or play another round. And I didn't listen." He leans his back against the door, folding Clive into his arms across his chest. "I trusted you with my life then, and I trust you with it now. Always."

Karlach sniffs, trying to blink back her tears. "Oh, come here, you stupid vamp." She stands and quickly enfolds Astarion in a massive hug, trapping Clive between his chest and her abdomen and burying her face in his hair. "I love you so much I can't stand it." She gives one more extra-tight squeeze and then pulls away. "Now, I've gotta get some beauty sleep. Any more nights like last night and I'm worried I might fall out of the crow's nest or some shit like that. I'll check in with Doe in the morning, too. 'Night, Cap."

Astarion fights his own wave of emotion, instinctively mastering himself as he'd taught himself over again to do. He wishes he could pull himself to show Karlach a hint of what was stirring within him at her tears and affection — but he's not sure he'd be able to stop if those gates were open. Not yet, at least. "I love you, Karlach," he tells her earnestly, holding Clive out towards her. "Thank you for getting me out of there — and for being there when I got back." He gives her one last tired smile before turning the handle to her cabin door, and making his way back to his quarters for the night.

She stands there for a moment as the door clicks shut, clutching Clive tightly to her chest. This mask of his, at least, is familiar to her. She saw it the moment she invoked Zariel's name on that very first night — begging for passage, a place on his crew, anything to get away. It took years for him to first feel comfortable revealing his true emotions to her, and that was after decades of freedom from his tormentors. Karlach smiles sadly to herself. Her captain is still in there. And she suspects the person most capable of coaxing him back out happens to be sleeping on the other side of her cabin wall.

~~~

The night passes with blissful mundanity. Karlach awakens the next morning with a newfound spring in her step. She feels the load of guilt she's been carrying around for the past three years slowly starting to slip from her shoulders. While she still feels partially at fault for Astarion's capture, just knowing that her captain doesn't blame her for it is relief in itself.

As the crew starts to file out of the mess hall and into their morning shifts, Karlach spots a head of black hair bobbing through the crowd above a familiar-looking coat. The tiefling nearly chokes on her coffee. Oh, shit. He's even more smitten than I thought. She makes a mental note to tease Astarion about this later, then sidles over to Doe.

"Morning, sailor! Sleep well last night? I, um, heard you had a bit of an eventful day yesterday." She winks, trying to make it clear to the half-elf that she holds no hard feelings.

'Karlach!' Doe grins up at her. 'Don't blame me. Blame our captain.' Her grin turns impish, her cheeks going pink. 'Sorry though, Karlach. Really. I um. I actually had a bit of a tough time sleeping. Nightmares, you know. Still... I just met Shadowheart. I think we'll get along, you know? Though I hope to get along with everyone.'

It's important for me to be loved, and I have to earn every scrap.

'Don't panic. I won't be missing for an entire day today, though I asked Gale to teach me some magic- not like that, you perv- I want to be able to defend us at long range. And just to make small things easier. And, you know. The inevitable tacky party trick.' She bumps her with a shoulder. 'Plus I miss Tara. She's so cuddly!'

Doe can't resist giving Karlach a big hug. 'Thank you.' Her voice is quieter now. 'For looking after him.' She knows by the tiefling's look she understands her to mean the captain. She squeezes her hand affectionately. 'See you later. I sense if I'm late to my lessons I'll have hells to pay.'

With that she ducks in, taking the steps two at a time. Absently, she checks for sword and dagger, runs her hands over the coat.

She knocks on the door.

'Gale? I was having a fantastic night last night with an incredibly hot wizard, but he had to love me and leave me.' She pauses, her voice taking a teasing tone. 'I really would like to meet him again. Do you know him? Could you point the way? I'm starting to wonder if he was a particularly delicious figment of my imagination, alas.'

[miraculan-draws]

Pls god tell me cuntiness runs in the Ancunín family. Like I already enjoy chewing on the myriad of feelings Astarion would go through upon learning he has living relatives who care for him, as well as meeting them. But the idea of them being equally as bitchy as him is so funny. Showing up 200 years late to a family reunion only to find out tht the reason he is the way he is is bc he spent his mortal years chasing after equally catty older siblings who have been doing it way longer than he has.

And this is just bc I have one sibling and they’re 16 years younger than me, so I’m sort of projecting, but he does sort of give not only youngest sibling energy, but Much Younger Than The Others energy. Like the rest were full grown adults when he was born and they were like what are we supposed to do with it? Which is why, despite being one of the “oldest” spawn, he’s yk [gestures] the way that he is w the rest of them.

THATS EXACTLY WHAT I DID HES THE YOUNGEST BY LIKE A SIGNIFICANT MARGIN. I will give a sneaky peek. Because I cannot shut up about my OCs.

1. CAPTAIN Adonnae Ancunín- KING bitch. I wanted the family to be the nobles of a keep specifically so there would be reason for guards/soldiers, they're the security for like a small region with a handful of villages too far for cities/towns to protect. And Adonnae takes the job very seriously while also being one of the least compassionate people ever. He's stern. Aloof. He cares about protecting those villages because he cares about his job, but not so much the people. He was Tavyth's commanding officer—Tav was originally a guard for the keep itself, he was recruited as a soldier after Astarion left for the city. Adonnae ended up banishing Tavyth after a raid involving lycans from the bordering wilds, both for Tav ignoring orders to abandon the village he grew up in, AND for getting bitten. The only reason he was not executed was "in Astarion's memory."

2. PROFESSOR Althea Ancunín- slightly less of a bitch but also just like. Does not get people. She's cold but not in a mean way she just cannot be sensitive to save her life. She's a wizard in Waterdeep because I think it's hilarious that no one knows Astarion's surname until act 3. She's bEEN in Waterdeep so long that Astarion has very few memories of her and she only ever came home during special events.

3. Astarion wanted OUT of the keep, like chasing any opportunities that would take him elsewhere because he's the youngest PERSON there, like can you imagine??? How SLOW the day to day goings-on in a blue-blooded ELVEN house are?? They hurry nothing. Because they have all the time in the world to do it. I can picture Astarion being both frivolous and adventure-seeking, drawn to the city but morally uncaring about his actual job when he was there, as long as he was out. I also think. Because I am horrible. That he was only there for like six months before Cazador noticed him.

(Tavyth was like crushed when Astarion left because they spent like. Every day together. And Tav was going to miss him so terribly but never once did Astarion mention possibly missing HIM. Astarion just ..moved and acted and thought too quickly to stop and look at what was around him right then and there.)

(but vampire spawn Astarion...is observant. He watches. He's impulsive but also he's 200 years older. He's sly, because he has to be. Intelligent. He was a little bird and now he's a cat.)

(and Tavyth is also hardened and darkened by just. Battle and aimless wandering to look for someone who will give him coin to do more fighting. He's kind of a bitch too now. So now they match. And they got matching worms.)

[3friesshortofahappymeal]

Rules: Put your 4 favourite characters from 4 pieces of media as options, let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe, then tag 4 people.

Yikes only 4? Oof.

Thanks for the tag @redvanillabee

Ok here we go.

Tagging @hecckyeah @the-astro-ambassadors @butjustourselves @norskiesweaters

[megidonitram]

Everyone's Running From Something (ch.2)

A Baldur's Gate 3 University Professor AU

Rating: M

Quick Summary: Astarion and Gale are two University English professors precariously mentoring a troubled 19-year-old and falling in love.

💖Main Pairing : BloodWeave,(Astarion/Gale) 💕Side Pairings: Shadowheart/Nocturne, Karlach/Dammon, Wyll/The Dark Urge, Tav/Tav 💔Past Pairings: Gale/Mystra, Astarion/Sebastian, Astarion/Tav

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**Please see Master List Entry for Full Content Warnings**

⏰Chapter Warning⏰

Institutional discrimination against a person with a mental disability | sexual coercion | implied: self-harm | referenced: suicide attempt | referenced: involuntary commitment | referenced: murder.

Gale was happy to share an office with someone, even if Astarion didn’t seem too thrilled about it. Having another soul haunting the space made him feel slightly less lonely.

Minsc stuck around for a little while to help shelve books and chat about students. It turned out that both of the English department’s graduating seniors were into martial sports. Wyll (Spelled with a ‘y’) Ravengard was an English and secondary education major and was the captain of the school’s fencing team, and Lae’zel -Minsc couldn’t recall her last name- was a sports communications and exercise science double major with an English minor wrestled, kick-boxed, and did jiu-jitsu (she seemed like she was going to be incredibly intense).

Minsc didn’t bring up Xenia again, and Gale didn’t ask, even if he was desperately curious. Because she deserved the dignity of meeting new people without letting her past actions color their perception of her. After all, it wasn’t like she was dangerous. Surely, they wouldn’t let her back on campus if that was the case.

An hour or so went by, and Minsc had to leave for a meeting, and Astarion still hadn’t returned. Gale hoped everything was okay. He seemed genuinely angry when he left. Shadowheart had made an off-handed comment about how Astarion was department chair because he was a “law school type who refused to lose even the pettiest argument,” but this seemed like a far more intense situation than just squabbling over a textbook requirement.

Gale tried logging on to his work computer to see if his credentials were active yet- nothing. Six days out from the start of class, and he still didn’t have access to a work email or his class roster… maybe he should get Astarion to yell at someone in IT next.

The heat kicked on, and the naked air vent overhead made a shrill grinding noise and shuttered as it belched rubber-scented hot air into the room. That was unpleasant. Gale tried to distract himself by arranging things on his desk, but all he could think about was how many fewer picture frames he had to put out now. He had never considered this aspect of divorce before… how many of his family photos he couldn’t bear to look at anymore. He had precisely three pictures now: the old Sears portrait of his parents they’d used for his dad’s obituary, a popsicle stick and pom-pom framed picture of his niece on a zipline at summer camp, and a picture of his cat Tara as a kitten curled up cozy in the dirty linen basket. He would have to ask his sister to look through her family photos to see if she’d kept any without Mystra in them.

“I… um- did Dr. Ancunín change offices?”

Gale nearly jumped out of his skin- he hadn’t even heard the door to the stairwell open. He looked up to see a young woman with a jagged scar across one cheek and the blackest eyes Gale had ever seen slumped tentatively in the doorway like she thought she might be trespassing. She was sickly pale with long dark hair thrown into a half-hazard lopsided bun on the top of her head and her right arm secured firmly against her abdomen in a mesh grey shoulder sling.

“No! no, this is still his office. We’re just sharing the space.”  Gale replied. “I’m Dr. Dekarios.” He stood to shake her hand, reaching out with the wrong hand and quickly correcting.

The young woman gave him a suspicious look as if she expected him to already know who she was. “Xenia…” She said flatly. “Do you know when he’s going to be back?”

“I think he should be back shortly.” Gale checked his watch- he’d have to be back soon; they were supposed to be at a staff meeting in 30 minutes. “You’re welcome to wait here for him- unless it’s something I can help you with.”

“It’s not,” Xenia replied. She sat down in the plastic chair in front of Astarion’s desk and started scrolling through something on her phone.

Gale tried not to take her short answers personally. It didn’t seem like she was in a particularly good headspace. “Xenia’s a pretty name. Greek, isn’t it?” He felt weird just ignoring her, especially since he had nothing else he could be doing right now.

She gave him a long, blank stare before she answered. “I guess. I haven’t thought about my name much- my father named me, and he’s… ah, not around to ask.”

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Gale said. “Were the two of you close?”

Xenia’s lips upturned in disgust. She looked past Gale to study the cracks in the wall’s plaster, and he sensed he made a horrible mistake even before she spoke. “I killed my father.” The words were as casual as if she were commenting on the weather “Stabbed him in the neck with a box cutter.”

Gale laughed nervously, at first thinking -hoping even- that she was just making a bad attempt at a dark joke. But she just watched him with a bored malaise, as if this was a story she’d told a hundred times and was very tired of telling it.

The horror of her confession slowly started to set in.

***

Astarion took the steps up to the administration building two at a time. Most of the administration was housed in the only original building on campus: a large pink granite monolith with some vaguely Grecian architectural flourishes that was meant to evoke the splendid “grandeur” of higher education- though now it mainly just served to make sure people where out of breath when they came to sort out their finances. The building unsettled him. The whole place creaked and groaned at the slightest movement, like it was going to fall apart under his weight at any given moment.

He threw open the heavy oak doors at the main entrance, but his theatrics were met with dead silence. Most of the hourly staff hadn’t returned from their holiday break, so the main floor was empty, and the ancient elevator in the back of the building was still out of order, so Astarion had to climb the narrow staircase up the provost’s office on the third floor. Astarion knew for a fact he would be here by now -the fucking micromanager wouldn’t take a day off to save his life- he could smell his cologne underneath the antique smell of wood lacquer.

The secretary at the front desk perked up a bit as Astarion crested the stairs but her smile strained when she realized it was him. “Astarion, how are you today?” She asked. Her voice was just a touch too loud, like she was trying to warn someone in the other room that he was here.

“I’m just fine, Korrilla.” Astarion snapped as he stormed past her into the bank of offices beyond.

“Oh, Raphiel isn’t available right-” Slam!

Astarion burst into the provost’s office before she could finish her sentence. Raphael swiveled around in his desk chair, his office phone pressed to his ear, looking miffed but not the least bit surprised to see Astarion standing in front of him. He held up a finger bidding Astarion to wait as he spouted a series of ‘yes’s, ‘no’s, and ‘understood’s to whoever was on the other line.

Astarion leaned over and pressed the phone’s switch hook, disconnecting the call.

“You’re certainly wasting no time to start being a nuisance this semester, Dr. Ancunín.” Raphael spat as he slammed the phone’s handset back into its cradle. He was seething, but he’d never willingly admit it. “Could you not even wait for classes to start?”

Astarion ignored him. “Why was Xenia Bellona’s petition for deferment rejected?”

Raphael paused, an amused smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth for a split second. He evidently thought this was going to be about office space. “I’m afraid that’s proprietary information.”

Astarion slammed his fist down on Raphael’s desk hard enough to make his computer monitor rattle. “Is it proprietary, or do you not have a good excuse for forcing a 19-year-old girl to come back to school less than a month after she was involuntarily committed?”

“Now, Dr. Ancunín, there’s no need to let passions run so hot.” Raphael seized back control over the conversation, tutting at Astarion like he was a belligerent child. “You’ve been in academia for a very long time, surely this isn’t your first pet lost cause.”

It was all Astarion could do not to lunge across the desk. “So, she’s not giving you the marketable little success story you were promised, and you’re going to hang her out to dry.”

“Not at all. Miss Bellona still has access to every mental health resource Balduran University has to offer, but she isn’t entitled to any special treatment from the administration just because she’s had a hard go of it.”

Astarion ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “Deferring a student's education because they are seeking mental health treatment isn’t special treatment.”

“I agree with you, and if Miss Bellona had presented disability services with a documented history of mental health struggles, we likely could have done more for her. Unfortunately, without documentation, my hands are tied.”

That was a fucking lie. Part of the appeal of private universes was that they were far less beholden to the public in their decision-making, so it was much easier to bend the rules. “Does a 5150 form not count as documentation?”

 “You would have to yell at disability services for a more comprehensive answer, but I believe it counts as a point of history, but not a documented history,” Raphael replied.

“Couldn’t an involuntary commitment infer a history of mental health concerns?”

“In some circumstances, I’m sure it would.”

“But not this one?”

“She is more than welcome to contest the decision if she feels she has been wrong, but you do not have any right or responsibility to be demanding things on her behalf.” Raphael spat, looking down his nose at Astarion. “If you wanted to be anything more than that girl’s English professor, you shouldn’t have dropped out of law school.”

Astarion bristled but regained his composure, quickly seizing on that little pearl of knowledge Raphael had let slip. “Excellent. Can you let me know what steps she needs to take to make a contentment? Better yet, why don’t you get me whatever forms she needs to fill out, and I’ll take them to her.”

“Dr. Ancunín, that’s hardly necessary. If she has a problem with the administration’s decision, she can tell us herself.” Raphiel turned to his computer and pretended to browse his email.

“Is it not pertinent job information? Shouldn’t I know how the school’s bureaucratic channels work? What if I have another student in the future who has questions?”

Raphael glared up at him. “If I email you the paperwork, will you get out of my office?”

“Hmm… no.” Astarion pretended to mull the question over in his head for a moment. “I think you’d better print it out for me, actually. We wouldn’t want that email to get conveniently lost, would we? I’d hate to have to come all the way back up here.”

Raphael let out a long-beleaguered sigh and leaned back in his chair. “One of these days, your doggedness will land you in one hell of a pot of hot water.”

“So, you keep telling me.” Astarion dismissed him. “Should I expect Korrilla to get those forms printed out for me or…”

“I’ll have her get those to you shortly… though I must say I’m not inclined to let you think you can just burst into my office -interrupt my work- and get exactly what you want out of me without giving anything in return.”

Astarion’s skin prickled as Raphael’s eyes roamed over his body. He crossed his arms over his chest. He knew Raphael wasn’t in this for the thrill- this was far from their first rodeo- to him, this was just another avenue for exerting his control. “I’d hardly say I’m getting exactly what I want… I mean, I wouldn’t be here at all if you’d just-”

“I won’t ask for anything right now. I simply want a favor I can cash in at my leisure.” That was, in fact, much worse than if he’d just forced him to do something right now; he could hold this over his head for years.

“What kind of favor?” He knew he wouldn’t get him to admit anything out loud, not so bluntly.

“Nothing bigger than you can handle, I assure you.”

“I could just figure out the back channels myself, you know.”

“You could certainly try, but you know as well as I do that bureaucracy is a finicky thing. There’s no guarantee you’d get it right.”

Astarion set his jaw. “Fine. One favor and you personally oversee this appeal.”

“I will do my utmost best to ensure this university serves Miss Bellona to the best of its abilities.”

[peachapartmentsrp]

Welcoming our new Residents (5/3) ❀

Boxes line the front lawn as movers work to get things inside, the hustle and bustle is filled with excitement as the sleepy apartment building is filled once again with new life!

The Peach Apartments welcomes our fifth wave of residents! Help us welcome:

Genesis Rhapsodos (Final Fantasy) Zack Fair (Final Fantasy) Reginleif Árnadóttir (Final Fantasy OC) Yuki Tsukumo (Jujutsu Kaisen) Gepard Landau (Honkai Star Rail) L Lawliet (Death Note) Sampo Koski (Honkai Star Rail) Hyun “ZEN” Ryu (Mystic Messenger) Esméralda Wilson (OC) Misa Amane (Death Note) Lyra Rudhyar (OC) Jill Valentine (Resident Evil) Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy) Luxanna “Lux” Crownguard (League of Legends) Manfred von Karma (Ace Attorney) Kaladin Stormblessed (Stormlight Archive) Vasher (Cosmere) Astarion Ancunín (Baldur's Gate) Higuruma Hiromi (Jujutsu Kaisen) Fujimori Fuku (Jujutsu Kaisen OC) Rulkyr (OC) Carlos Oliveira (Resident Evil) Manuel Alvarado (OC) Yeon Masuyo (OC) Lynette (Genshin Impact) Diluc Ragnvindr (Genshin Impact) Ophelia "Jamie" Andrews (OC) Geto Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen) Mikami Tsukuyo (Jujutsu Kaisen OC) P (Lies of P) Okkotsu Yuta (Jujutsu Kaisen) Dr. Veritas Ratio (Honkai Star Rail) Kugisaki Nobara (Jujutsu Kaisen) Toge Inumaki (Jujutsu Kaisen) Dell Honne (Vocaloid) Portgas D. Ace (One Piece) Dick Grayson (DC) Saeran Choi (Mystic Messenger) Elijah "Eli" Clark (Identity V) Ren Amamiya (Persona 5) Boothill (Honkai Star Rail) Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) Death the Kid (Soul Eater) Barry J. Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone) Maka Albarn (Soul Eater) Mera Salamin (Epithet Erased) Fushiguro Megumi (Jujutsu Kaisen) La Signora (Genshin Impact) Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) Tsubaki Nakatsukasa (Soul Eater) Shoichi Chiba (OC) BLACK★STAR (Soul Eater) Power (Chainsaw Man) Soul Evans (Soul Eater) Phoenix Wright (Ace Attorney) Crona Gorgon (Soul Eater) Sakura Haruko (Naruto) Yunlai Keqing (Genshin Impact) Kuki Shinobu (Genshin Impact) Feferi Peixes (Homestuck) Aki Hayakawa (Chainsaw Man) Karin Uzumaki (Naruto) Albert Wesker (Resident Evil) Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy) Margotte Nazario (OC) Eustass 'Captain' Kidd (One Piece) Maya Fey (Ace Attorney) Rarou Kouga (Inuyasha) Sheva Alomar (Resident Evil) Howl Jenkins (Howl's Moving Castle) Caelus (Honkai Star Rail) Dan Heng (Honkai Star Rail) Chris Redfield (Resident Evil) Gamzee Makara (Homestuck) Terezi Pyrope (Homestuck) Damara Megido (Homestuck) Mitsuri Kanroji (Demon Slayer) Ino Yamanaka (Naruto) Himeko (Honkai Star Rail) Sabo (One Piece) Kaoru “Cherry” Sakurayashiki (Sk8 the Infinity) Jonathan "Johnny" Edmund Joestar (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) Catarina Devon (One Piece) Luz Noceda (The Owl House) Akaito Shion (Vocaloid) Aventurine / Kakavasha (Honkai Star Rail) Kaito Shion (Vocaloid) Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen) Renata Gallagher (OC) Kankri Vantas (Homestuck) Elizabeth Thompson (Soul Eater) Lyle Ignosi (Homestuck) Venti (Genshin Impact)

[starlightintheirwake]

MUSES

ASSASSIN'S CREED IV: BLACK FLAG

Adéwalé - Pirate captain of the Victoire, former quartermaster of the pirate vessel Jackdaw. testing. he/him. bisexual.

Edward Kenway - Pirate captain of the Jackdaw. primary. he/him. bisexual.

Mary “James Kidd” Read - Pirate and a member of the Assassin Brotherhood. secondary. him/they/she. queer.

BALDUR'S GATE 3

Astarion Ancunín - High Elf Rogue adventurer, vampire spawn. primary. he/him. bisexual.

Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep - Human wizard adventurer. testing. he/him. bisexual.

BLACK SAILS

Anne Bonny - Quartermaster of the pirate vessel Colonial Dawn. secondary. she/her. lesbian.

Charles Vane - Pirate captain of the Ranger, former quartermaster to pirate captain Edward "Blackbeard" Teach. primary. he/him. bisexual.

Edward Teach - Pirate captain of the Revenge. primary. he/him. bisexual.

Jack Rackham - Pirate captain of the Colonial Dawn, former quartermaster of the pirate vessel Ranger. secondary. he/him. bisexual.

James Flint - Pirate captain of the Walrus, former Royal Navy. primary. he/him. gay.

DOCTOR WHO

* The Doctor (4th, 8th, 11th, 12th, 13th & 15th incarnations) - Time traveller, renegade Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. primary. they/he/she. queer. * Canon compliant, heavy on Classic Who lore & Big Finish/Expanded Universe material. * The Doctor is blind from their 12th incarnation onward.

Fitz Kreiner - Time traveler from 1960's London and companion to the Doctor. tertiary/on request. he/him. bisexual.

The Master (Missy, Big Finish’s Macqueen Master, Dhawan, a future version of the Master with Idris Elba as the face claim) - Time traveller, renegade Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. secondary. he/she/they. queer.

DUNE

Paul Maud'Dib Atreides - Duke of the planet Arrakis, Emperor of the known universe. primary. they/he.

MARVEL'S LOKI

* Loki Laufeyson - Trickster god of mischief/chaos. secondary. they/he/she. queer. * Follow's the events of the Loki TV show, though will probably have influence from Norse mythology.

Sylvie Laufeydottir - Trickster god of mischief/chaos. secondary. she/her. queer.

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH

Calico Jack - Pirate. testing. he/him. bisexual.

Edward Teach - Click the link, he lives on his own blog, which is where I write him. primary. he/him. gay.

Frenchie - Pirate crew of the Revenge. testing. he/him. bisexual.

* Israel “Izzy” Hands - First Mate to pirate captain Edward "Blackbeard" Teach. testing. he/him. gay. * Survives the events of season 2, verse details pending.

STAR TREK

Q - Omnipotent trickster entity of the Q Continuum. tertiary/on request. they/them.

* INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE / THE VAMPIRE CHRONICLES

Armand - Vampire. primary. he/him. bisexual.

Daniel Molloy - Vampire. secondary. he/him. bisexual.

Dr. Fareed Bhansali - Vampire, physician and research scientist. primary. he/him. bisexual.

Lestat de Lioncourt - Vampire. secondary. he/him. bisexual.

Gabrielle de Lioncourt - Vampire. testing. she/they. queer. * Primarily based on AMC's TV show, but I've read the books & will write within their version of events

* THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia - Monster hunter of the witcher School of the Wolf. primary. he/him. bisexual.

Yennefer of Vengerberg - Sorceress and political advisor. secondary. she/her. bisexual * Primarily based on the novels and games, but I've seen the show & will write within its version of events. I do write game/book Geralt even in show!verse, so his personality will be a little different.

[bloodweavefangnatic]

Aurora Ancunín-Dekarios

VA: Emily Blunt

Sex: Female

Alignment: Chaos neutral 🤣

Age: 16 years old

<> Can be modified depending on the rp

Sexuality: Determinant

<> Lesbian (standard)

<> Bisexual (closeted) -

Race:

• High Half Elf

• Dhampir

• Half-Human

1# Class: Wizard

<> Subclass: Necromancy

2# Class: Cleric

<> God/Goddess: Selûne

<> Domain: TBD

Occupation(s):

• Detective

• Therapist (HB/HH)

• Healer

• Pirate (AU)

Residency:

Underdark

<> Arcane Tower

Nationality:

English 🇬🇧 (Standard)

Dialects:

<> Cockney 🤏🏻

<> Received Pronunciation (Queen of England dialect)

Likes:

* Reading

* Gathering knowledge

* Using magic

* Bantering

* Women

* Brain games 🤭

<> Lanceboard (basically chess)

Playing with her father (Gale)

* The song “Magic” by Pilot

* Singing to herself

* Theatre

* Dad jokes

* Tattoos

<> Although knows not to get one unless in a dire situation (ie joining Luna’s crew 🤭)

Dislikes:

<> Her behaviour

<> Mockery of her literacy skills

* Bantering

<> How it won’t mean she won’t retort back with real facts (the best kind of retort 😏)

* Walking in on Lockrion when she’s “feeding” (she’s not as squeamish as her sister is but still is disturbed by it)

* Being told “no”

* People thinking she and Lock are “twin sisters” (her altered appearance is due to accident not physical genetic traits)

* Losing games (particularly Lanceboard)

* Dad jokes

Flaws:

* ADHD/Autistic 🤣

<> I’m not sorry, Gale is DEFINITELY on the spectrum lmfao)

* ADHD

* Oppositional defiance

* Talkative

<> Can come off as a little bit arrogant or “self-indulgent” particularly when talking about something she’s interested in

* Insomnia

<> Not even a Sleep spell can help with sleeplessness

* Cannot relate to a broken family (since hers is healthy, loving and supportive)

* Daddy’s daughter

* Hypersensitive

<> Particularly when jealousy when it comes to her sister(s)

Strengths:

* Photographic memory

* Stealth

* Analytical thinking

<> Problem solving

* Morality

* Performance

* Fluent in Gith language

Romantic interests:

• Octavia (Helluva Boss)

<> Royce (RP)

<> Kat

• Captain Luna (OC)

• Telemachus (Epic: The Musical)

Family:

Father 1#: Gale

Father 2#: Astarion

Other (AU):

Husband: Telemachus

(foster) Sister: Arabella

Aliases:

• Detective Dekarios

<> Buzzkill

<> Dear sister

<> DeeDee

• Little Sprout (by Sovereign Spaw)

• Captain Dekarios

• Lilac of Waterdeep

Proficiencies:

Strength 8

Constitution 10

Wisdom 15

Intelligence 15

Charisma 12

Abilities:

TBA

Appearance & Personality:

How would you describe Aurora’s personality?

* Stubborn

* Mischievous

* Knowledgeable

* Defiant

* Compassionate

* Charismatic

* Coy (rarely)

Relationship(s):

[fangsanddaggers]

A talkative one. Reminds me of Karlach.

"Astarion Ancunín. Now I suggest you go limp with everything but your arm." With that, he tugged the other right from his perch.

The world twists, the two descending suddenly only for a sharp clop to sound as the axe he held in the other hand rammed into a thick branch. A gentle arc and Astarion all but threw the other into a pile of snow he'd dislodged, letting the plush white cushion the other's descent down the final ten feet.

Arching up he kicked at the branch, wrenching the axe free only to huff as he lands in a low bow.

"At your service, Captain." He purrs the words out, straightening himself with only a single curl out of place for his efforts.

Silently, he was relieved it went as planned.

"Now, I take it you were after a log here? We can easily have that sorted for you with that branch there." He motions to the branch the other had been eyeing up before being attacked. "I'll be sure to aid you home as well."

Oh that's a bit annoying how he just scrambles up the tree like he's some kind of really weird squirrel or something. Steven really ought to practice this whole tree climbing thing more, it's awfully different from scrambling up the sides of buildings and free-running. More branches to get in the way, for one.

"Err... I think you'd consider me more a sorcerer then a wizard. Less the book kind and more the just sort of doing things kind," he grins until he heard the tear of his coat. "Aw man did a seam tear? This is my favorite jacket."

He wriggles so he's at least holding onto the branch in a more dignified way then just sort of awkwardly sprawled and tangled, able to at least face the man- elf, definitely an elf, who'd chased off the viney creatures.

"Well, technically I'm more rogue myself then sorcerer... Or at least I started out more rogue then anything else! Just ah, I'm not used to trees. Give me a building and I'll be up in in a flash but man, trees are not as easy! Too many little branches to get in the way." He swings his legs a bit and glances down. "I'd owe you one if you can help me get back down without getting stuck again. Oh, I'm Steven by the way! Captain Steven Gobair, though since my ship isn't here I can't really claim the Captain bit so easily." He holds his hand out to shake, at the very least perfectly balanced even if he's having trouble with the getting up and down bit of the climbing trees.

[larvasmoon]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you @purdledooturt for tagging me, it motivated me to start writing the pirate AU Astarion fic that had in mind for a while already ! I don't know yet if it'll be a one shot or something lengthy, but today I'm sharing a little glimpse into what this story will be like.

While she was filling new jugs of beer near the wooden barrels, she heard the clamor in the tavern abruptly die down. The front door squeaked and heavy steps echoed in the nearly silent, yet very crowded room. 

Intrigued, Beatrice bent over and peeked over Blayne’s shoulder. She only needed one look to know that a small group of pirates had entered the Sea Bounty. 

They stood still in front of the entrance, dressed in luxurious fabrics and armed to the teeth. The steel of their scimitars menacingly shone in the dim atmosphere, barely visible in their leather scabbards. 

The man at the center bent down in a lithesome curtsy, more fitting for a ballroom than a stinky tavern, and took his red feathers adorned tricorn off. His long silver curls cascaded down his forehead and shoulders, pale and shimmery like the moonlight on a cloudy night, shining through the windows of her decrepit rented room. 

Iridescent pearls glowed amongst the soft waves of his hair, delicately dangling from his pointy ears. Countless chains and trinkets trickled down his milky neck like an opulent river of gold.

And Beatrice knew, for sure, that they were souvenirs from his many fateful raids, stolen from innocent men and women. 

She shuddered at the thought of their dark silhouettes, stripping valuables off of bodies that would have yet to grow cold after their gruesome demise. 

She had seen pirates at work with her very eyes, afterall, many years ago.

Tearing ancient family heirlooms from the necks of their rightful owners.

Sliding wedding rings off the fingers of dead newlyweds.

Undressing limp women to drag their silky petticoats down their legs. 

Before happily witnessing the sinking of yet another ship, and graciously gifting all that flesh to hungry sharks and other ungodly inhabitants of the blue abysses.

The man’s cherry-red eyes, roughly circled in black khôl, were gleaming with malice and ill-intent when he looked up. 

 “A very good evening to you, ladies and gentlemen”, he finally uttered with a voice that was as melodious as it commanded respect. 

Yet, in response, a series of hearty and hoarse laughs echoed from all parts. 

The hands of the two women behind him instinctively found the hilt of their weapon. A githyanki and a half-elf with hair as black as the night, whose piercing eyes thoroughly inspected the gloomy tavern for any signs of threat. They were as beautiful and terrifying as him, all clad in leather pants, linen shirts and majestic hats. 

“A big fish if I have ever seen any,” whispered a woman behind Beatrice, “the infamous captain Ancunín from the Moon Raider.”

Another beat of silence as the little group of ruffians walked away to sit at their table. 

“Wanted, dead or alive”, she said again, “ten thousand gold coins granted to whoever will deliver him to the flaming fists and the umberlant clerics who work under their orders.”

I'm tagging @purdledooturt again because I just can't get enough of her 9 INT Tav, @cinnamontails-ff and @davenswitcher if they have little bits of their ongoing projects they'd like to share ❤️

Here's my Ao3

[miraculan-draws]

I feel like that meme of the math lady but...if Iszíl and Tavyth (and Ildán?) worked for the guards of Winter's Keep, and the Ancunín family were its lords...

Was Astarion, technically, at one time their boss?

Follow-up question: How insufferable (affectionate) would he be if this occurred to him?

TECHNICALLY Astarion's older brother, Captain Adonnae Ancunìn, is their boss. (Ildàn does not work for the Ancunìns, but takes on quite a few community leader roles in their village, which is under the protection of the keep and therefore the Ancunìns) And Adonnae is just as much of an asshole as Astarion but like...colder? He is not even a little silly. He is difficult to please and easily frustrated. He is very similar to his father, the lord of the house.

Astarion is very much like. The littlest lordling. The baby. He's too busy doing his own thing to take much interest in what the soldiers do, although he frequently pulls Tavyth away from his shifts because he's bored and wants to hang out. And if Tavyth is scolded, Astarion will be like "I had need of a soldier" and bullshit a story of some sort.

[mistchievous]

Tagged By: @chimneybuckley-han 😘

Share your top nine characters of the year! ✨

Wyll Ravengard from BG3

2. Astarion Ancunín from BG3

3. Grace Ryder from 9-1-1: Lone Star

4. Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1

5. Wednesday Addams from Wednesday

6. Enid Sinclair from Wednesday

7. Xenk Yendar from Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves

8. Sanji from One Piece

9. Lae'zel from BG3

No one said they had to be from nine different pieces of media. 😌

Tagging: @catdadeddie @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @extasiswings @princessfbi @nelsonnicholas @pragmatic-optimist @barbiediaz @like-the-rest-of-la @theladyyavilee @tripleaxeldiaz @stagefoureddiediaz @fleurdebeton @captainofthefallen @honestlydarkprincess @theyarnmaidstale @floralbuckleys @tulipfromtheinternet @eddiediaaz @captain-hen @blackestglass @mayonnaisetoffees @lucydonato @evcndiaz and whoever else feels like playing. 💜