#IC post

[recordings-of-the-not-archivist]

Starting off strong by googling a ton of fairy tales to make sure I'm remembering them right.

[molly-the-pokerescuer]

Really bad edit done by me!

Image text reads: [I bring a sort of "All pokémon are valuable regardless of their physical or behavioral traits" vibe to Rotomblr that competitive trainers don't really like]

[theatreribbons]

*Tux rushes to her room, trying the door. He'd break it down if needed. It's not like it wouldn't be fixed.*

(@ask-jaxy-boy)

*the door is unlocked, luckily.*

[fromtheberrybush]

The kids are drinking together tho

"KIDS-!"

@only-red-lights @lightspecksofsnow

[ask-pomni-things]

*walking around in her cloak and looks like she's looking for someone*

*on her way to try and find Ayuda before stopping when she spots her. takes a deep breath and walks over to her, walking alongside her* Hello?

[theautumnpicker]

@mystraguideme

It's his, by any rights. They'd taken an awfully long detour to find the book in the first place, and then it had been Astarion himself who had been sent to collect it, to carefully sever the connection between the pressure plate and the statues around it. Yet for all his effort— not to mention his very polite request— it was Gale who was rewarded with the treasure. And for what? It's undoubtedly just another bauble to him, the ravenous, power-mad fool.

Not that Astarion can really fault his ambition.

Of course, he showed no outward sign of his irritation. That wouldn't win him any points with their leader. Besides, he still had options. He meant to wait until they were at camp and swipe the thing while the others were eating. He even pitched his tent next to Gale's that night, watching the wizard closely as he set up all his worldly goods. Yet Gale seemed to keep the book with him, as if it were a bit of light reading he wanted to settle down with on a full belly.

So, giving up on his first plan, Asterion joined the group at supper after all, smiling and joking to disguise his poor appetite for the sort of food they have to offer. He went to bed directly afterwards, but he can't sleep, whether or not he wants to. Thoughts of the book invade his mind, almost calling out to him with the power it has to offer him. There has to be something in the pages of that tome that he can use against Cazador, or even just use for himself. Something to make his condition permanent, beyond the grace of these damned tadpoles that everyone else seems in such a rush to remove. He imagines returning home to his old master, telling him what he'd discovered and promising to share the secret— for surely even Cazador would envy his power now— only to watch him burn and writhe in the sun.

That does it. He is getting that damned book.

Astarion sits up and raises the flap of his tent, peering out and seeing to his satisfaction that all the others are asleep, or at the very least in their little beds, oblivious to all the world. He half crawls outside, keeping low to the ground in a prowl, as he steals over to Gale's tent and listens outside, ceasing to breathe as he listens for the sounds of the wizard's own breathing inside. He feels hungry suddenly, but whether he hungers for the knowledge close at hand or for the blood he can smell under Gale's skin as he stalks his quarry is hard to say.

The hunger makes him impatient. Astarion doesn't wait until he can hear that breathing slow, until he's sure Gale is fast asleep. Instead, he enters quickly and quietly, not even looking at the wizard at first as he scans the entirety of his surroundings in rapid search for his heart's desire. Even if the book remains on Gale's person now, Astarion fully intends to take it for his own.

[notavampire-carenthusiast]

"hungry again...."

[baffoonofthestreets]

*He's wandering through the park, adjusting his scarf absentmindedly because of the cold.*

-@sorrowful-sheep

Dazai is woefully underdressed and eyeing the scarf

[nameless-ghoul-ifrit]

Where are my other fire ghouls??? Or like...any older ghouls??? I miss my old pack....

[ask-jax-things]

”just going to inform you, your wish was overwritten by @askyourauntierosie”

NOOOO—

I CALL TO THEE ALMIGHTY MOE

[builderbrotherspizza]

[ELLIOT, after a loooong shift, finally arrived home, placing the bouquet from his doorstep on the counter. He looks at the sticky note near the phone, noticing Squire's number. Maybe he should give a call? ELLIOT almost immediately dials the number after that thought, letting the phone ring. Once. Twice. He's juust a little nervous, since he kind of just called without thinking of any conversation topics.]

// @mafio0s0 , i choose you!! - 🍥

[recordings-of-the-not-archivist]

I found some recordings of Jon's old collage band, i think. Something like that.

I'll let you know if they're any good.

[ther1ngl3ad3r]

I need a new circus attraction sigh

[theatreribbons]

*blows up gangles room.* heh~

@ask-jaxy-boy

wHY DO YOU DO THIS ALL THE TIME??

[fromtheberrybush]

"Fuck- the days are blurring together. Everything's the same- nothing changes. I keep seeing it. I keep seeing it. I keep seeing it"