#Tav Cab

[rajamitsu]

The sound I made when I saw Astarion’s disapproval notice at this bit…

[axkirak]

I Will Follow You Into The Dark

Pairings:  Astarion x Original Female Character(Named Tav)  [From Baldur's Gate 3]

Tag/Warnings : Canon Compliant, Post-Endgame, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Tragedy, Mentions of past abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, References to Depression, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis : Astarion returned to the city of Baldur's Gate, following the final request of his beloved, who asked him to bury her next to his grave. As dawn approached, Astarion held the lifeless body of his love, reminiscing about the countless memories they shared together.

A/N : The story started when I came across this tweet: 'do you guys think your tavs/durges stayed with their love interest long term or not?'

I got the idea to tell the story of my Tav and her love interest, Astarion. What would happen to them after the end of Baldur's Gate 3? I've been thinking about it a lot and it's quite heartbreaking.

From these little headcanons, I developed this one-shot about them.

My Tav is a human bard with a noble background. So, I imagined her as the daughter of a noble Baldurian,which contrasts with Astarion's background. Their initial relationship was more of a adversaries before blossoming into love in the end.

Listening to the song "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab for Cutie gave me a lot of inspiration for this couple. (At first, I wanted to use the song "Take Me To Church" as the title, but it's too popular. I thought a song that many might not have heard of would be fitting for this tale.)

Read in Ao3 : here

"Jones," Astarion whispered, calling his beloved, but she didn't respond. 

Her eyes closed tightly, her body growing colder with each passing moment. 

Astarion pulled her closer, hoping his slight warmth might warm her. He knew it wouldn't help, and she would never wake to look into his eyes again.

Human lives are fleeting, from young maiden to old crone, from crone to spirit. 

Her entire life was a blink of an eye compared to his cursed immortality. 

Once, Astarion had both disdain and curiosity about this human. A race so fragile and feeble, never wielding a sword to harm anyone, raised in a noble family, spending half a comfortable lifetime in a grand mansion in Baldur’s Gate, surrounded by obedient servants bowing to her every whim.

He couldn't make sense of her. For a vampire like him who had struggled to survive amidst enemies and a cruel world for centuries. He was nothing but a bloodthirsty creature, a servant under a master's foot who got treated worse than a common slave, struggling to sustain his life with the taste of filthy rat blood that almost made him vomit.

Astarion envies her for an ideal life in the gilded cage he could only dream of. envied the short-lived human existence. While he had no right to die willingly if his evil master didn't want him to die,

And he wondered why she had fled her high-life in the capital city of Baldur’s Gate to suffer with them. why someone so inept at fighting would risk her life battling monsters, from goblins and evil undead to even gods, to aid them and help everyone unrelated to her.

He thought Jones was foolish, and he didn't like fools.

Ironically, eighty years later, he found himself shedding tears at her death.

"I wish to be buried beside your grave, Astarion." That was one of her last wishes before she breathed her last in his embrace. This led Astarion to make the singular decision to step out of the Underdark and return to Baldur’s Gate, the city where he once hated heavily, to fulfill the last wish of his beloved.

The black sky began to turn deep blue. Astarion knew he should hurry to bury Jones properly before the sunrise. As he contemplated, his eyes caught withered flowers left on the ground near his own grave marker. For a brief moment, Astarion reminisced about the memories he shared with her. He had once brought Jones to his own grave, recounting his life before turning into a vampire. and then visualizing a future where he wished to live with her,as his past had died over two centuries ago and she was the only future he desired.

Astarion remembered his overwhelming fear that Jones might refuse him. She was the highborn daughter of Baldur’s Gate's noble families. Why would she choose to endure the hardships of life with an elf vampire like him?

Yet his fear vanished instantly when he saw the soft smile on her smooth face. She placed flowers on his grave and embraced him, accepting his love wholeheartedly. 

That night was the night he died and was reborn in her embrace. Not as the enslaved Astarion, not as the villainous Astarion, but as Astarion the redeemed, never to be alone again because he would have her by his side forever.

But the words 'forever' don't really exist, especially for humans and vampires.

Still, Astarion couldn't help but secretly hope.

Sometimes, darker thoughts overshadow his mind, eclipsing all the goodness he has left. Astarion often secretly pondered that if he chose the path of power, performed an ancient ritual to sacrifice seven thousand souls to a devil, and transformed himself into a vampire ascendant, he would have enough strength to walk in the sunlight with her and enough power to turn her into a vampire like him. Then they could live together forever without the fear of death taking her away.

But it was Jones who restrained him then. She persuaded Astarion to see that these powers offered him nothing but the dark legacy of the Vampire Master, an inheritance of wickedness that would never end. She told him he could be better than Cazador, his former master, and he didn't have to continue killing others to sustain his existence anymore.

Astarion trusted her, though he couldn't deny feeling deeply regretful. And Jones sensed his feelings. She gently grasped his cold hands and earnestly vowed, "Astarion, I will find a way to cure you of vampirism, so you can walk under the sunlight with me again."

And she kept her promise. After successfully helping Baldur’s Gate city fend off the threats of the Mind Flayers and Nether Brain, she and him began a new adventure together. They journeyed across the entire continent of Faerûn, from Waterdeep to Athkatla, Neverwinter, Luskan, and even the mysterious realm of Feywild, all in pursuit of finding a cure for him.

Those times were special, building strong bonds and beautiful memories between them. They laughed together, danced together, fought together, and held each other close under vast skies and twinkling stars as witnesses.

Until Jones began to age and couldn’t continue the journey. That was when they both realized how little time they had left. And no matter how much time and effort they put in, there was no way to find a cure for him anymore.

Facing the harsh reality was incredibly difficult. Astarion had to hide his deep sorrow while he tried to persuade her to stop the adventure and live out her remaining days in the Underdark, the dark and sunless realm, the only place where he could be with her.

He knew what the near future held. Nothing would hurt as much as watching his beloved age continuously, waiting for her time to pass while he remained unchanged.

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you as I promised. Please forgive me," she said during their time in Underdark. Her bright blue eyes, the very eyes he fell in love with, overflowed with guilt.

Astarion wanted her to know that he could never be angry or hate her.

The shovel still lay untouched on the ground, with no sign of being used anytime soon. While the vampire elf sat silently in front of his own grave marker, letting old memories flow through his mind once more,. Both his arms cradled her lifeless body as if she were still alive.

"My beloved, please continue to live on for me. I wish to see you happy for a long time," another of her last requests echoed in his mind. The gentle touch of her frail hand on his cheek still lingers in his heart to this day.

"Jones." Astarion whispers her name again. Tears, which he had not shed for a long time, now streamed down his pale face. "I can't do it," he murmured to her lifeless body. "How can I find happiness without you?"

A golden beam slowly crept in, chasing away the darkness from the vast sky. Yet Astarion's body remained unmoving, just like the eyes of the vampire, which refused to leave the withered face of his beloved for a second. He memorized every detail of her, keeping it in his memory as best as he could. She still looked as beautiful as ever in his eyes—always and forever.

"I wish the next life was real. I hope we'll meet again, live together, and build a family," Astarion whispered softly, planting a tender kiss on the edge of her lips. "Wait for me, darling. I'll follow you soon, no matter where you choose to go."

Finally, he tore his gaze away from her, looking up at the sky once more. For the first time in centuries, he had the chance to gaze at the nearing dawn with full eyes. As the sun peeked over the horizon, followed by the warm rays starting to seep through his skin, cracks began to form, turning his skin into tiny specks of dust.

Before his final consciousness faded, Astarion's thoughts remained vivid. 

This was the most beautiful dawn he had ever witnessed.

[donethatbeforelong]

Hi and welcome

Call me Done, alright? Don't know how to name myself, so I guess taking the first word of my username might be the best option right now

DO NOTE THAT THIS IS AN OLD BLOG OF MINE AND ANY OF THE STUFF I POSTED IN THE PAST SHOULDN'T BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY

I will mainly post my fan fiction, reblog my mutuals and other people's art as well. I'm fully open for requests of many different fandoms (just don't expect them to be top tier writing)

Other blogs:

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@heavyweponguy @tavernofdragons (heavy weapons mod; Tav)

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Current fandoms: TF2, Eddsworld, DSAF, DHMIS, Good Omens, SamnMax, Legends of Avantris, ect (I'll let you know if there's others)

Music: Here I list some of my favorite songs/music artist (sorry for rambling)

Saint James infirmary blues (Cab Calloway)

Half of Radio Head

Melanie Martinez albums without the drama

Most of Cavetown

Shiloh Dynasty (artist)

Some of Bruno Mars songs

Queen (favorite is don't stop me now)

Passing through (can't the future just wait)

Wasted Summers (juju)

Tramatized by Joji but I like world star money

Gorillaz

Okay, that's it. Thanks for reading and enjoy your stay

[brekkie-e]

yo! i dunno if you've made a post on this before, but i'd be interested to hear details about epione (+ any other tavs)! what's her story? what's she like?

Hey, yes, hi, hello! This is one of those questions that I crave to be asked constantly but also fear all who do will come to regret. I can not be normal about my kids. Especially Epi. She’s my little creature and I cry about her a lot. Thank you so much for asking, and I apologize for the wait!

I do plan on making a more in depth introduction post at some point, so if you like her that’s on the way.

Epione! Far more commonly known as Epi though.

She is a grown up urchin, still trying to find her place in the world. Life has been testing her from the day she was born. Started out in a orphanage that didn’t treat her kindly. Ran away when she was seven to the Lower City, where she promptly met what would become her Mol. Her and her bosom companion, Vestia, grew up alongside eachother in a pick pocket crew and when they hit their teens started a chaotic ride or die relationship. It ended in tragedy when Vestia’s ambition and selfishness found her doing jobs for the Zhentarim as Epi began trying to “go straight” and work her way to a normal life. Vestia agreed to make the attempt, but continued doing jobs behind Epi’s back. When she found out and tried to confront her, shit hit the fan at the wrong time. Flaming Fist made an appearance, and Epi took the fall for the job Vestia was running for the Zhent- spending the next 80 years in prison for it while Vestia climbed the ranks of the Zhentarim and ended up one of their top dogs by the time of the game.

Epi got out of prison about 6 months to a year before the game starts. She found a job as a carriage driver, and essentially plays the role of a chatty cab driver. I do not know for a fact if that is lore compliant due to the animal ban in BG, but we see carts around all parts of the city in the game and it’s an important headcanon for me that I’m too attached to so it stays. It’s one of the reasons she has 3 levels in bard. She has no training but she is a chronic story teller. She has a shitty apartment, few long term friends, and a burning desire to make something of herself that is more than what people see. Above all else, she is a survivor and a hard worker.

Oh and like. As a minor, only slightly important bit- she’s also a cambion. A long lost daughter of Mephistopholees to be exact. One of seven cambion children he had with divine soul sorcerers to aquire enough divine energy to usurp Azmodeus to be exact. Her older brother was sent to fetch her when she was born, and was pissed at his dad so conveniently misplaced her at the orphanage. They cropped her wings in a bit of anti-tiefling sentiment (tieflings can technically be born with wings too so nobody suspected she was a cambion from the start.) So Epi does not find out about her heritage until early Act 3 of BG3 because of Raphael. Yes, he found her alliance with Astarion incredibly humorous because neither knew they were the run away missing ingredient in a plot Mephistopholees was trying to pull. I want to note, this was a plot I came up with in 2020/2021 so finding out Astarion’s infernal pact info was INSANE playing it real time.

She will be getting her wings back courtesy of Raphael in Act 3, and it will be a bit of an ugly transition with a dash of identity crisis.

ALSO she’s supposed to be a lighter pink than shown in some screenshots. Her original colors were removed in the full release so sometimes she’s got a hot pink look to her when it’s really supposed to be a bit more pastel. She’s actually pretty insecure about being so pink, she feels like people don’t take her seriously because of it. It makes life difficult for Astarion when he wants to put her in nice clothes. She hates stuff that draw attention to her.

General info:

Age: 226

Class: 9 levels of wild magic sorcery (headcanoned to be infernal but unstable cause she’s got no training) and 3 of lore bard so CUTTING WORDS

Romance: slow burn rivals to lovers with Astarion

She has a mouse/rat companion named Todd that has had it’s lifespan unnaturally extended by her magic

Epione is technically a part of a custom party that has many more Tav’s in it which I will put much more briefly under the cut 💖

It says Brendan, but it’s a cover name. This is the human form of Jehvka, which is Epi’s older brother. He’s always kept an eye out for her where he could from a distance, and tries to infiltrate the Mindflayer ship to save her. Unfortunately he gets stuck in the same situation and has to play along. It’s nice for him though cause he actually gets to know her and befriend her, but it sucks cause he gets deeper and deeper into the lie about who he is. He’s a very witty devil may care type. Comes off like the big scary brooding guy, but does it intentionally to throw people off gaurd when he gives a big smile and hits them with a pun. Romances Gale. Winds him up by playing dumb during his info dumps and pretending he’s never heard of basic things like “the weave.”

Mizzyrm. She’s going to be the other half of Lae’zel’s evil cultish culture duo. Wizard from Menzoberazzan who channel’s her “evilness” in to extensive research. Which is so important she finds herself hardly leaving her lair, and thus is spared from having to attent soirée’s where no less than 3 murders will occur and everyone is mean to eachother. She is shaped by her culture, and definitely has a dark side because of it. Her research is primarily about how to magically hurt people faster. But she’s got a softness in her that makes her just kind of retreat from her peers when she can get away with it. Basically an evil introvert. When she get’s to the surface, it isn’t going to take her long to warm up to the idea that maybe there’s a different way to live. But she gravitates to Lae’zel because it’s familiar and a dynamic she understands. Also she thinks her mom would approve.

TYPHON. My head empty no thoughts but “do you think lifting this boulder over my head will impress the babes?” Dark Urge boy. He’s going to be the fun stabilizer of the group who encourages everyone to work together. Probably unironically makes people do group huddles and say “go team” before getting into battles. Invented the “bhaal-tap” locker room maneuver. Is sufficiently horrified by his dark urges, his mantra about it is “be cool, man just be cool.” He will likely get a little more serious on a narrative level, but he will not stray far from his Ken roots.

Anathema 2.0

Repressed Rich Virgin Syndrome has taken a devestating toll on her. She is the daughter of patriars who simply don’t have time to raise kids, so she was raised by a very religious nanny and then sent to a convent for a while. She’s only recently been brought home due to a politically advantageous betrothal. She doesn’t have much of an opinion about it because she doesn’t have a lot of opinions about anything. Other people tell her what to do and think. She’s insufferably naive and ignorant and rich. She’s going to turn red with embarrassment and mortification every time Karlach says fuck in her general viscinity, because she has literally never heard a swear word prior to meeting her. Yes, Karlach is going to teach her how to be her own person and be rebellious and think for herself. Yes they are going to elope. No it won’t be until after Gortash causes mayhem and drama.

BONUS PICTURE: VESTIA. My toxic queen. Stay awful, my love. She’s the kind of character that is there narratively to cause problems but you feel bad about it because you know she deserves growth and good things too, but her entire point is to be an example of what happens when you DON’T grow and just get worse. Astarion wants to see his reflection so bad, this is it. A warning sign not to ascend cause it will leave you lonely in the end.

[stringsnwires]

Everythiing goin good tonight, engi?

Sure! Tavs n Jane are over. Been since after supper. We were outside for some time before I got up ta check my phone and saw those BLU bastards were up tryna fuss with my Scout after his doggone beer battle, so we scrambled ta go grab em n get him ready ta hurl in the mornin.

Now we're back in the Shop, ready ta get all cozied up n ready ta go ta bed. All got pajamas on n I got me a blanket. Jane tellin me about he n Tav's play date t'day. Glad no taxi cabs were blown sky high this time.

It's early but I'm damn spent! Ready ta lay myself down over th next man n wake up tomorrow morn.

[superhaught]

Character Associations

rules: post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Inspired to do this by @gothimp if you’re seeing this, feel free to make your own!

Walker, born Walstaer Horineth (BG3 Tav)

My sweet sweet good good boy

His autistic rizz is off the charts and his religious guilt is right there with it. Love him.

5 Songs:

Work Song - Hozier (because ofc this is on his list) “no grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her” and “When I was kissing on my baby, And she put her love down soft and sweet, In the low lamplight I was free, Heaven and hell were words to me”

Angel with a Shotgun - the cab “I'm an angel with a shotgun, Fighting til' the wars won, I don't care if heaven won't take me back, I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.”

Francesca - Hozier “If someone asked me at the end, I'll tell them put me back in it, Darling, I would do it again, If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I'd go through it again”

Matilda - Harry Styles “you talk of the pain like it's all alright, But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside, You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days, It's none of my business but it's just been on my mind.” And “You can let it go, You can throw a party full of everyone you know, And not invite your family, ‘Cause they never showed you love, You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, You can see the world, Following the seasons, Anywhere you go, You don't need a reason, ‘Cause they never showed you love, You don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own.”

Stick Season - Noah Kahan “So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad.”

Outfits!

Camp/Traveling clothes: Flynn Rider core. Simple tunics and leather, comfy and loose but hugs him in all the right places

Armor for battle: specially designed for him by Damon after the city is saved. Duke Ravenguard knights him in the aftermath and this armor set is gifted as part of that ceremony. Walker’s full title becomes Walstaer Horineth, The Knight Orchid, Hero and Knight Defender of Baldur’s Gate, The Moonmaiden’s Shield. He does not like being titled!

Fancy outfits: drawn to embroidery. He has a difficult time spending money on himself when it comes to clothing but Shadowheart encourages him to because they have to go to public events all the time in the years following bg3. He has no problem spending money on nice things for her tho.

[elvhenmage]

For the tav playlist thing would you mind doing Petal?

you got it!!

Pepper - Death Cab for Cutie Easier said - Kacey Musgraves Take Us Back - Alela Diane All Comes Crashing - Metric Lucky Ones - Lights

[dndfantasygirl]

Little Red Rogue (Chapter 5: Soul Meets Body)

Rating: Mature Word count: 3.2k Pairing: Astarion x Female Tav (named) Warnings: violence, strong language, innuendo

Summary: The party gets even bigger. Astarion scares Ruby as she swims in a secluded pond.

*Link to AO3 Post

*Link to Previous Chapter

I want to live where soul meets body And let the sun wrap its arms around me And bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing And feel, feel what it's like to be new

~Soul Meets Body, Death Cab for Cutie

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After some sleuthing and investigative work, it became clear to Wyll and the rest of the group that the elusive 'devil' he had been pursuing was none other than Karlach, a tiefling whose menacing reputation belied her actual demeanor. In fact, Karlach seemed relatively harmless unless provoked, and her true intentions were revealed to be far more complex than initially assumed.

Unraveling the layers of Karlach's story, they discovered her true connection to Zariel, the fallen angel. Karlach, it seemed, served as Zariel's loyal follower, although her loyalty was laced with a desperate desire to break free from the infernal grasp. This revelation stirred conflicting emotions within the group, particularly in Ruby, whose compassionate nature couldn't turn a blind eye to Karlach's plea for freedom.

Despite initial reservations from Wyll, Ruby's empathy and persuasive arguments gradually softened his stance. Through heartfelt discussions and a growing understanding of Karlach's plight, they came to view her not as a threat, but as another soul yearning for redemption and liberation from a dark past.

As if fate were intent on testing the group's capacity for companionship, another unexpected addition soon followed. This time, in the form of a ball of fur named Scratch. Despite the undeniable allure of Scratch's adorable appearance, Astarion and Lae'zel stubbornly refused to acknowledge the creature's cuteness, much to the amusement of the rest of the group.

Ruby promised Karlach they'd take out the fake paladins of Tyr who were hunting her down. So, they set off.

As the dhampir stepped into the crumbling structure, she adopted her usual guise of innocence, her features arranged in an expression of gentle sincerity.

Astarion observed from his concealed vantage point beside the door, his keen eyes tracking every movement as Ruby engaged with Anders, the leader of the fake paladins of Tyr. Despite the tense atmosphere, Ruby's demeanor remained remarkably composed.

As Astarion watched Ruby step into the fray, his gaze was drawn irresistibly to the glint of sunlight dancing off her newly acquired scale mail, which he effortlessly dyed in hues of white and scarlet. The armor seemed to accentuate her figure, enhancing the aura of strength and determination that radiated from her with each step she took. It was a sight to behold, a stark contrast to the innocent facade she often wore, and for a moment, Astarion found himself captivated by her transformation.

As Ruby drew her shortsword and dagger, ready to face off against Anders and his cronies, Astarion felt a surge of admiration mixed with a twinge of envy. There was a raw power in her stance, a primal ferocity that seemed to emanate from her very being. With each clash of blades, she growled with a feral intensity, her sharpened canines gleaming menacingly in the sunlight.

It was a stark reminder of the difference between them. While Astarion spent centuries concealing his vampiric nature, always wary of revealing the truth of what lurked beneath his charming facade, Ruby embraced her true self with a fearless defiance. There was no need for pretense or deception, no fear of judgment or rejection. She fought with the unbridled fury of someone who had nothing to hide, nothing to lose.

Astarion found himself utterly mesmerized by the transformation unfolding before his eyes. The sweet and innocent facade she often wore seemed to evaporate in the heat of battle, replaced by a ferocity that was both awe-inspiring and chilling to behold.

Gone was the timid dhampir who once hesitated to harm even the smallest creature. In her place stood a force of nature, a relentless warrior tearing through her adversary with a ruthless efficiency that belied her gentle demeanor.

As he observed her fighting with a savage grace, Astarion couldn't help but marvel at the way she seemed to draw strength from her pain. With each lethal blow she landed, he could almost see her channeling the anguish of her past, transforming it into a weapon to be wielded against her enemies.

It was a stark reminder of the horrors Ruby had endured, the trauma of discovering her parents' lifeless bodies etched into her very soul. In the heat of battle, she seemed to relive that fateful moment, her every movement fueled by a potent mixture of grief, rage, and determination.

Despite the brutality of the scene unfolding before him, there was a haunting beauty in the way Ruby fought. Her movements were fluid and precise, each strike landing with devastating accuracy. Yet, beneath the surface, Astarion sensed the turmoil raging within her, a storm of emotions that threatened to consume her if left unchecked.

The adrenaline surged through his veins, heightening his senses and sharpening his focus on her until all else faded into the background. It was in this state of rapt fascination that he failed to notice the looming threat charging at him, oblivious to the danger until it was almost upon him.

Suddenly, Ruby's swift reaction snapped him out of his reverie, her keen instincts saving him from a potentially fatal blow. With a grace born of desperation, she flung herself behind him, her blades flashing in the sunlight as she dispatched the would-be assailant with deadly precision.

Their eyes met in a brief moment of shared understanding, and for an instant, Astarion glimpsed something unexpected flickering behind Ruby's intense gaze. Amidst the chaos of battle, a hint of sassiness gleamed in her eyes, the usual playful defiance that spoke volumes of her resilience and spirit.

As Ruby gestured for him to join the fray, Astarion felt a surge of admiration mixed with amusement at her audacity.

Without hesitation, he shook off his momentary lapse and donned his mask once more, his smirk widening into a predatory grin as he prepared to rejoin the fight.

As Astarion fought alongside Ruby, a profound realization washed over him like a wave crashing against the shore. In the heat of battle, amidst the clash of steel and the cries of the fallen, he felt something stir within him, a string of emotions long buried beneath layers of cynicism and self-preservation.

For a fleeting moment, it was as if a fragment of his lost humanity returned to him, igniting a spark of fondness in his cold, undead heart. As he watched Ruby fight with a ferocity tempered by compassion, he couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her character.

From the moment they had met, Astarion had sensed that Ruby was different, her entire being suffused with a warmth and humanity that belied her vampiric nature. Unlike his own siblings, who would betray him without a second thought, Ruby had shown him nothing but kindness and loyalty, risking her own safety to protect him from harm.

It was a stark contrast to the cold, calculating world he had become accustomed to, a world where trust was a rare commodity and betrayal lurked around every corner. Yet, despite his skepticism and wariness, Astarion couldn't deny the genuine bond that had formed between them and he felt a flicker of something akin to gratitude swell within him.

As they faced the remaining 'paladins', an unexpected harmony settled between Ruby and Astarion. Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next, as if they were performing a carefully choreographed dance rather than engaging in a life-or-death struggle. They moved as one, their actions synchronized with a precision that belied their limited time together.

With every strike and parry, they anticipated each other's movements with an instinctual understanding that bordered on the supernatural. It was as if they shared a silent language, communicating not with words but with the fluidity of their combat.

Their adversaries were caught off guard by the effortless coordination between them. Where one faltered, the other was there to provide support. Together, they danced through the chaos of battle, their blades flashing in the sunlight beaming through the doorframe as they fought side by side.

Despite the dangers that surrounded them, there was a sense of exhilaration in their synchronized combat, a thrill that transcended the fear and uncertainty of their situation. In that moment, they were more than just two individuals fighting for survival; they were a force to be reckoned with, a duo bound by a shared purpose and a mutual respect for each other's skills.

As the last of their adversaries fell before them, Ruby and Astarion shared a moment of quiet satisfaction, their breaths coming in unnecessary ragged gasps as they surveyed the aftermath of their victory. When they turned to face the rest of their companions, they were met with jaws dropped to the floor.

"Holy fuck...that was beautiful," Karlach quipped before sending herself into a flaming hot rage to burn the tollhouse to the ground.

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As the weary adventurers returned to their camp under the gentle glow of the moon, the air was filled with a sense of tranquility, a welcome respite from the chaos of battle. While the others tended to their gear and prepared for a well-deserved rest, Ruby slipped away into the depths of the grove, drawn by the allure of a secluded pond hidden amidst the tranquility of nature.

She shed her armor and clothing, leaving behind the weight of her responsibilities and the burdens of the world as she immersed herself in the oddly warm embrace of the water. The pond shimmered in the moonlight, its surface rippling with the gentle caress of the evening breeze as Ruby waded in, her laughter echoing through the stillness of the night like the tinkling of wind chimes.

For a moment, she seemed to have allowed herself to forget the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of their camp, to revel in the simple joys of being alive. As the water enveloped her, it appeared as if the cares of the world melted away with each stroke and kick as she swam with the abandon of a child at play.

Emerging from the water with a playful chuckle, Ruby's eyes sparkled. Settling herself against a nearby rock, she let out a contented sigh, her skin tingling with the residual warmth of the water and the soft caress of the evening breeze.

Beneath the surface of the tranquil pond, unseen by the playful dhampir frolicking above, a pair of crimson eyes gleamed with amusement. Astarion had been silently observing Ruby's antics from the depths below, waiting for the perfect moment to make his presence known.

With a mischievous grin, he rose from the water like a specter, his form materializing before Ruby with a suddenness that elicited a startled scream from her lips. Before she could fully recover from her surprise, Astarion found himself on the receiving end of a playful swat from Ruby's hand.

"Asshole," she chided, though the hint of a smirk betrayed the genuine amusement she felt at his sudden appearance.

Undeterred by her playful reproach, Astarion couldn't help but revel in the thrill of catching her off guard. "So, my dear," he began, "may I inquire as to why you find yourself in this pond when we have a perfectly serviceable stream right beside our camp?"

Ruby shot him a mock glare, her lips twitching with suppressed laughter as she considered his question. With a casual shrug of her shoulders, she offered a playful retort. "Maybe a girl wanted her privacy."

Astarion arched an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Maybe I beat you to it," he countered, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Maybe," Ruby conceded, her laughter bubbling forth in a soft chuckle.

Astarion couldn't resist teasing Ruby, and he watched with amusement as her eyes widened and a blush crept across her cheeks at the sight of him shirtless.

"Like what you see, darling?" he quipped with a sly grin.

Ruby's cheeks flushed even deeper at his comment, but she quickly regained her composure, a hint of irritation coloring her response. "Friends, Astarion," she reminded him firmly, though her attempt to mask her embarrassment only seemed to amuse him further. "But I don't disapprove, if that's what you're wondering."

Astarion chuckled at her response, his smirk widening as he basked in the attention. "How can you not?" he retorted. "I am the most handsome elf in the camp, after all."

The dhampir couldn't help but release a small chuckle at his shameless self-assurance, her irritation melting away in the face of his undeniable charm.

"You're not denying it. Even if you would, we both know you'd be lying," Astarion purred.

He watched as Ruby froze, betraying a hint of uncertainty that briefly flickered across her features. For a moment, he wondered if he had pushed too far, if his teasing had struck a nerve that threatened to fracture the fragile camaraderie they had built.

Yet, to his surprise, instead of recoiling or retreating, a mischievous smirk blossomed on Ruby's lips, her eyes sparkling with their usual playful defiance. Without a word, she disappeared beneath the surface of the water, leaving Astarion momentarily bewildered by her sudden disappearance.

"What are you doing?" he muttered under his breath, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he awaited her next move with eager anticipation.

Moments later, Ruby resurfaced before him with all the grace of a nymph emerging from the depths of a mystical spring. But instead of words, she unleashed a playful assault, spitting water at him with all the precision of a mischievous sprite.

Astarion blinked in surprise as the cool droplets cascaded over him, momentarily catching him off guard before he responded with a devilish grin of his own. "Oh, very mature," he remarked as he wiped the water from his face with a flourish of his hand.

As the vampire spawn watched Ruby's eyes widen in anticipation, he couldn't help but admire her quick thinking. It was as if she had anticipated his retaliation, her instincts kicking in as she darted away from him through the water like a fish evading a predator. And retaliate he did, moving with a slow, deliberate pace that mirrored the patient approach of a seasoned hunter closing in on its prey.

Despite the playful chase, Ruby didn't accelerate, maintaining a teasingly leisurely speed as if inviting him to catch her. And catch her he did, his arms wrapping around her waist as they both plunged beneath the surface of the water. For a moment, the world above disappeared, replaced by the tranquil embrace of the underwater realm.

As they swam around each other in a playful aquatic dance, their laughter mingling with the gentle rush of water, Astarion found himself once again mesmerized by Ruby's presence. There was a genuine joy in her smile, a warmth that radiated from her like sunlight filtering through the depths of the ocean. And in that moment, as they twirled and spun through the water, Astarion couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him.

As they emerged from the water, the vampire spawn found himself instinctively pinning Ruby against the very rock she had leaned on moments before. It was a subtle shift in their dynamic, a moment of intimacy that left him feeling strangely vulnerable. For a brief second, he allowed his mask to slip, revealing the raw vulnerability that lurked beneath his carefully constructed facade.

As he gazed into Ruby's eyes, he couldn't help but be struck by the contradiction she embodied. Despite the hardships she had endured, the pain and loss that had shadowed her past, she exuded an undeniable vibrancy, a zest for life that seemed to defy logic. It was a mystery that had long intrigued him, a puzzle he had yet to solve.

"How do you manage to be like this all the time?" he murmured. Crimson met violet as he searched her gaze for answers.

"What? Happy?" Ruby whispered, her gaze unwavering as she met his stare with a quiet intensity that belied her youthful appearance. Astarion sensed a depth to her words, a wisdom beyond her years that left him feeling oddly humbled.

It was then that he noticed the way her hands rested lightly against his chest, the lukewarmth of her touch stirring something within him. Despite the gravity of their conversation, it seemed as though Ruby remained oblivious to the subtle intimacy of their proximity, her attention focused solely on their exchange.

Nevertheless, Astarion couldn't help but cock his head in genuine curiosity. "Why would I want to feel shittier than life has already been to me?" she continued, her words ringing with a quiet resolve. "That's why I always look for the sun on a rainy day."

As Astarion leaned in closer, he couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Ruby's demeanor. Her breath hitched in anticipation, her eyes fluttering closed, and her scarlet lips pursed ever so slightly in anticipation of his touch. It was a moment charged with a heavy tension in the air.

But just as he was about to close the distance between them, Ruby tensed up, her body stiffening beneath his touch. In an instant, her hands ripped away from him as if burned, the suddenness of her movement jolting him back to reality.

"Friends," she panicked, the word falling from her lips with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation. It was as if she was trying to remind herself as much as him of the boundaries she had set. "We're just...friends," she whispered the last word, her voice barely above a breath as she gazed sadly into Astarion's eyes.

In that moment, he saw the pain etched into her features, the conflict raging within her like a tempest in the night.

As Astarion watched Ruby climb out of the water, a sense of frustration and confusion gnawed at him from within. Why wasn't his usual charm and seduction working on her? It had always been so effortless before, a dance of wits and desires that left his conquests spellbound and eager for more. But with Ruby, it seemed as if his usual tricks were falling flat, leaving him feeling disarmed and vulnerable in a way he hadn't experienced in a while.

It wasn't as if she wasn't attracted to him; the lingering glances and subtle flirtations between them had made that abundantly clear. And as he took in the sight of her dripping wet form, her hair cascading in golden waves around her shoulders and her skin glistening in the moonlight, he couldn't deny that she was a vision of beauty.

Yet, despite the undeniable chemistry that simmered between them, Ruby seemed determined to keep their relationship strictly platonic. It was a baffling contradiction, one that left Astarion grappling for answers in the depths of his own uncertainty.

Perhaps she truly did just want to be friends, he reasoned, but the thought left a bitter taste in his mouth. Would friendship be enough to keep her by his side when she discovered the truth about him, about the cowardice and fear that lurked beneath his charming facade? Would she abandon him, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that had shown him nothing but cruelty and betrayal?

The prospect of losing Ruby's companionship filled Astarion with a sense of dread unlike anything he had ever known. For in her, he had found not only a confidante and ally but also a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that had consumed him for so long.

[ticket-exe]

Started out wanting to keep oc stuff easy to find but might as well rb other megamans stuff

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Currently I have Ticket.exe and her netop Cab! They run an arcade where you get to play games with your navis and i have a loooong intro art in progress of them!

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"Ha, and at least Henrik is adorable so it wasn't all for nothing. She needs a medal, I think." Seraphina remarks but there is a twinge of sadness on her cousin's behalf. Even if a Sinclair and a Ranstromen in one another's vicinity tends to create a sort of vacuumy void...if she was ever going to find a word for it. Rolling her eyes, Seraphina scoffs loudly. "You're allowed to say it but I'd rather not look at my mom and think about how all my friends want to take her to bed." she laughs with a slightly disgusted expression. The Sinclair then tips her glass with a hum of agreement to Tavi's statement, nodding. "Exactly, if the cabs don't get you the people will."

Seraphina's gaze sweeps over the security, and then the others dotted in the corner. Their presence is both comforting and a quick reminder about everything the institute has faced over the past few months. "Well, as long as they can fight and fuck then they're more than welcome to stay here from wherever the Hell I heard they were from. Alabama." she shrugs before her expression lifts with sheer amusement to Tavi, giving her friend a soft little tap on the arm. "Okay, Hannah. I'm looking forward to it. Oh! Maybe we could find a dive bar and convince them all we're twins from Russia. Love that bit." Seraphina cackles then. "Sasha and Samara. Miss those bitches." her sigh cuts off into a slight scoff at the mention of Jet, and Seraphina can't even fight the roll of her eyes. "Tavs, babe, I mean it. It's off for good. I know no one believes me but you'll all see for yourselves." the witch bops her head smugly and surely. "I started to just throw a Russian novel at him when he's being annoying, he's quiet for days. Only downside is he wallows once he's finished it, but small price to pay for the days of silence."

Naturally, Seraphina taps her clutch to ensure her raffle slips haven't flown away into the night as she nods to Tavi. "I thought Tarqi wasn't going to be here tonight but I saw him suddenly, unless I'm going mad. Makes me laugh the way he just pops up, should try and bid and get it as a welcome home gift." Seraphina chuckles before agreeing entirely about Tavi's assistants, giving a slight urgh under her breath. "Don't know how you cope with them, really. First the cat and now a birthday? What do they want next? A nose job on expenses? Well, might actually be best if you do foot the bill for that, think of it as helping your image in the process." her laugh bubbles up in a quick spiteful note before it subsides into a hum. "I love your mom, now that I think about it. Never a dull moment when Pippa is about. Maybe we should mom-swap."

Tavi snorts, "well, he's seen at least one. Good on Thea for getting out while she could." The witch commends Seraphina's cousin, "but even I can't deny that Mari Sinclair is a specimen of a woman, Phina." She smirks, teasing her friend before rubbing her arm. "Fine, I won't. I'm just saying. She's quite fit." She avoids another whack, sidestepping with a shit-eating grin before it tapers off a bit. Her gaze bounces around the room, clocking the various security guards and assuming more are in the crowds. "As safe as anyone can be in New York anyway." She shrugs, irreverent because there are a dozen bad things that can happen to any one person walking the city streets.

Her gaze settles on the blondes and she snickers. "I tend avoid blondes but...you're right. They're not half bad to look at." Even if the one was waving his hands wildly. She returns her attention to Seraphina and nods. "Wonderful. Montana in the spring is actually quite lovely. You didn't hear it from me, though." Tavi grins, "You're going to look amazing. He'll eat his heart out." Because if there's anything about an on-again-off-again relationship, Tavi knows, it's that there's always an on after the off has lasted long enough. "She grounds him I think," she nods, a grin forming at the mention of Felix being hexed. "Honestly, if she can make Felix tolerable, she should turn that hex into a potion. Would sell lock hot cakes at the Fray."

Tavi snickers as her gaze travels to the talking dog in question. "I think that you'd have some steep competition. I heard Kieran saying he's getting it for Quinny, and Owen that he's getting it for Nate. What thoughtful brothers. Maybe I should try to get it for Tarqi," she laughs before chewing the inside of her cheek. "Not really. I bought some raffle tickets for the cause. Thought I might give it to my assistants for their birthdays. Super inconvenient they're both in May, and both want to take off. But," she shrugs, "what can I say? I'm a good boss." She'll stand by it too. "Oh lord. You're right. Completely cake pop." Her mum seems unfazed by the blond talking and gesturing at the vase. "I'm sure mum's got it handled. She did warn people not to touch." Tavi says, finishing her champagne.

[rajamitsu]

Tav!Cab has zero romantic interest in Astarion (being drained will do that to a gal), but this sums up their relationship pretty well.

[liahswriting]

Piercings

Relationship(s): Octane/Original Female Character (platonic)

Words: 1,966

Warnings: None

Summary: Octane talks about his piercings.

"How many piercings do you have?"

The question wasn't exactly out of the blue; she had been curious about Octavio's modifications before and often asked about his tattoos. He gladly explained to her about his prosthetics and had no shame in showing off all the ink adorning his skin and explaining the reasoning for getting each piece. Of course, most of his reasonings were "why not?". She found him interesting in many ways. Mostly it was because he was so incredibly different from her. While Octavio was always on his feet and constantly looking for another thrill, she was content to stay at home and relax. He did everything with speed, she was meticulous and careful. He loved to party and was a social butterfly, she could have just as much fun with a glass of wine and a nice dinner. He was overtly sexual, she was naïve. He was covered in tattoos and piercings, she didn't have any.

How they became friends, no one will ever know. Ajay Che liked to say that she was a nice balance for Octavio. Che often told her that he needed someone to keep him in check since he stopped caring about what Che thinks long ago. Whatever the case may be, she enjoyed having Octavio as a friend; he made her life interesting.

"You mean that I have now or that I've had altogether?"

"Both, I guess." she answered and he hummed in thought. He sat back on the couch, eyes turning every which way and fingers keeping track of the number. She watched in silence from beside him with her elbow pressed against the back of the couch and her head pressed against her palm.

"17" he finally said.

"Where?"

"Right eyebrow, tongue, bottom lip," he used his fingers to point at where the piercings were. "I have this part of my nose pierced," he pressed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose. "Used to have this part pierced," he then moved his fingers to the middle cartilage of his nose. She watched his fingers move in fascination. She wondered how he could possibly wear his mask and goggled while in the arena with all of his facial piercings. "Three on on my right ear, four on my left, and then I used to have my nipples pierced."

"What happened to the nose and nipple piercings?"

"Nose piercing got ripped off and the nipple piercings just got in the way so I took them out."

"Which one hurt the most?"

"Why all the questions?" Octavio challenged with a smirk. He threw one arm across the back of the couch, knocking against her elbow and forcing her to shift her position.

"Just wondering." she shrugged.

"Mhm. Come on, mami. Di la verdad."

"I don't speak Spanish, Tavi."

"Tell me the truth." he translated.

"I've been thinking about getting one." she said slowly, unable to meet his eyes.

"What?!" he jumped up straight on the couch and now fully turned his body to face her. He had a wide grin on his face. "You are thinking about getting a piercing? And you weren't gonna tell me?"

"I was just thinking about it, Tav. It's not set in stone."

"Come on, chica! You gotta get one!"

"I'm just worried it's gonna hurt a lot."

"If you're worried about the pain, don't be. Even the worst piercing won't hurt for too long."

"And how long is too long?"

"The worst piercing I've ever gotten only hurt for like a week."

"Which one was that?" she asked him again but he didn't provide a verbal answer. Instead, he just smirked at her. "Which one?" she repeated but still no answer. Did he want her to guess? "Was it on your ears?" he shook his head. "Your tongue?"

"Nope. Think lower."

"Your nipples?"

"Nope."

"Then which....?" her sentence trailed off as the cogs in her brain slowly started working. Her eyes mapped out all of the places Octavio had told her he had pierced, carefully counting each piercing. "Wait, you only told me 14. Where were the other 3?" He smirked at her once again. He wanted her to say it. He wanted to hear the surprise in her voice as she said it.

"Come on, chica. Use your brain." he taunted.

"Was it...." she used her hand to circle the air above his private instead of having to vocalize it. Her face burned in embarrassment but that only caused him to laugh at her expense.

"Correcta, bonita."

"Why!" she exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"But doesn't it hurt?"

"Not anymore. Like I said, a week max."

"I can not believe there are men out there who get their... their.... thing pierced."

"Aye, there are women who get their clits pierced." Octavio informed her.

"But whyyyy? I could never do that!"

"To each their own."

"Maybe I just shouldn't get a piercing." she shuddered. "I don't do good with pain."

"No! Come on! You have to get one. I promise it's not that bad."

"I don't even know what I'd get. I was only thinking about it."

"Well then let's talk about it. I can give you a pain rating for each of my piercings to help you decide. And I can go with you when you get it done."

She thought about it for a moment. She wasn't exactly sure if she really wanted to go through with this but it couldn't hurt to at least get some more information. So she nodded at him and he began telling her about each of his piercings and how much it hurt to get. He gave her a pain rating for when he was getting it pierced, for when it was healing, and for now after it was all completely healed. He told her how to keep piercings clean, how to change out the barbells, and what to expect as they heal.

Several days had passed since that conversation and Octavio kept asking her if she made a decision yet. Each time she told him no and he'd drop the subject for awhile until his curiosity got the better of him and he'd ask again. He gave his opinion every chance he got.

"You should get your tongue pierced." he told her.

"I don't know." she said back.

"Your lips don't hurt that much." he informed.

"Maybe." she thought.

"You'd look good with your nipples pierced." he laughed and she gasped at him.

"Octavio Silva!" she slapped at his shoulder and furrowed her eyebrows. He merely laughed a deep belly laugh. "I'm not getting my nipples pierced! Besides, I already made up my mind."

"What!" he jumped in place. "Tell me!"

"I want to get an ear piercing. I figured that would be my safest bet and it wouldn't be too eccentric or out of place."

"Esto es increíble! When will you get it done?"

"My appointment's tomorrow." she said nervously. "You're gonna come with me, right?"

"Of course, hermana! Don't worry, I'll be right beside you."

"Thanks. I'm still kind of nervous."

"It'll be over before you know it!" he assured.

The entire day went by incredibly slow and that night she had trouble keeping asleep. She didn't know why she was working herself up this much. It won't be as bad as she thinks it will but she still found trouble keeping calm. By morning, she was a fidgeting mess. She spent the whole morning with Octavio as she waited for her appointment time and the whole morning he was asking if she was alright. Despite her fears, she told him she was okay. He didn't buy it, of course, but he didn't pressure her in fear of scaring her even more than she already was. Once her appointment time got closer, Octavio got a cab for them to take them to the piercing parlor. Once there, her entire stomach flipped and she felt queasy.

"You sure you're okay?" Octavio asked worriedly.

"I'll be fine. Let's just get this over with."

"Look, you don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"It's just the pain I'm worried about."

"Everything will be just fine. Come on, take my hand." he held his hand out towards her and she let him take her hand. He lead her inside the place where she checked in for her appointment. It took 10 excruciating long minutes for the room to be prepped and ready for her. 10 long minutes of her brain just going haywire and second-guessing itself but before she could cancel her plans, they called her back and Octavio carefully helped her into the room and onto a table.

"So what are we having done today?" the piercer asked her as he put on some rubber gloves.

"I want to get my industrial pierced." she murmured out. The piercer looked at her questioningly.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?"

"She's just nervous about it hurting." Octavio answered for her.

"Most first-timers are. I promise to be as gentle and quick as possible." he said and she nodded back. As the piercer was prepping her ear with disinfectant and marking off the spots where the needle was to go through, Octavio was soothing her with words of comfort.

"Squeeze my hand if it hurts." he said to her and she took a hold of said hand tightly in her fist. When the piercer asked her if she was ready, she nodded, took a deep breath, and gave an encouraging squeeze to Octavio's hand. She could feel the needle first prick through the top of her ear and the drag through the hole it just created. She squeezed Octavio's hand tighter and hissed between her teeth. Then the needle pierced through the bottom of her ear and completely stopped all motion. It was a weird sensation having a piece of metal stuck in her skin. The open wound rubbed harshly against the needle, making her eyes water profusely. Her grip on Octavio's hand did very little to take her mind off of the pain. His voice didn't do much to distract her either. It was then that the piercer moved the needle again and took it out of her ear, in it's place was a barbell. The piercer was careful not to tug the object as he screwed on the end ball to keep it from falling out of her ear.

"All done." she heard him say.

"See, that wasn't so bad." Octavio reassured. He wiped his free thumb over her cheeks to wipe away the tears that had fallen but she couldn't see him passed the tears that had gathered in her eyes. Once the piercer had gone over how to take care of the piercing, he got up to escort her back to the front for payment. But when she stood, she wobbled on her feet and almost toppled over. Octavio caught her before she could fall.

"You okay? You feel nauseous?" asked Octavio.

"No. Just woozy."

"Here, you sit for a moment, I'll go pay."

When she nodded back to him, he got up and left her alone. She took long, deep breaths to regain herself and dried her eyes with a tissue. Her head didn't feel any less dizzy but she was confident she wasn't going to pass out, so once Octavio was finished with paying the man for his services, she allowed him to help her back out to the cab to take them back to his place. He kept an arm around her at all times just to be sure she wasn't going to collapse. She didn't collapse, but she did rest her head against his shoulder and he tangled his fingers in her hair.

"Thanks for coming with me." she murmured.

"Any time, bonita."

[naplesdriverguide]

Car service from Rome to Naples and Positano

Are you Planning for a day out to Capri and Positano by availing car service from Rome to Naples and from Rome to Positano, but don’t have any information about the transportation services? If so, then you must have a look at this article. This Piece of writingis written solely for you,man.

Travelling is such a leisure recreation to get rid of daily routine boredom. But it can be such a disaster if you don’t have adequate data about the routes and the complete transportation process. It will continually be pleasant if you prepare yourself for these tiny things to revel in your trip thoroughly.

We will supply you with all the quintessential statistics about all the routes and transport mediums that will take you to Capri and Naples from Rome. Just cheer up and have a look at the complete article to make your trip extra cheerful and comfortable.

Some Suggestions for Hiring a Desired Cab:

It is such a duty to search and hire a cab that suits you from all perspectives, such as money, comfort, and safety. Transport availability performs a superior position in your journey. It can make or wreck your trip. So, earlier than hiring a drive, usually think about the following points, as they counta lot.

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Documentation

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Documentation is a crucial step to complete before hiring a cab. Always test the license of the driver before hiring it. Make sure that the license is up to date. Even if you are hiring online, make certain to test the ownership of the driver.

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Reputation

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Reputation is also an imperative factor to give some thought to when you choose to tour through vehicle or taxi. Please make certain to take a look at reviews and patron carrier of the driver earlier than hiring it. These steps can keep you away from scams and many other problems.

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Before hiring any drive, your finances should usually be straightforward. Search automobiles in accordance with your price range and be careful about it. It would be excellent to ask an experienced man or woman about the fare of the selected route so that the driver may additionally no longer charge you high. Specify your budget and travel accordingly.

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Scams:

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Be attentive during the drive and ensurethat the auto’s locks and handles are in the proper condition and open in a hurry. All these steps lower the possibilities of scams to many extents.

Demographics of Rome:

Rome is the capital of Italy which is well-known for its stunning and rough panorama, ancient and historic architecture, and spectacular attractions, including The Pantheon, Trevi fountain, Spanish Steps, and Vatican City.

Let’s have a look at the car service from Rome to Naples and car service from Rome to Positano

Car service from Rome to Naples:

Naples is also a city in Italy. It is at a distance of approximately two and half hours drive from Rome. Naples is pretty unsafe for vacationers because of the high probability of road crimes. So, it needs a lot of attention while selecting a drive. There are the following popular tour picks from Rome to Naples.

·       You can avail of auto car servicefrom Rome to Naples. It is a high-priced option, but you do not have to fear about your luggage and time if you are visiting in the car.

·       The second alternative that you can pick to go to Naples is the train. The three important trains which go away from Rome to Naples are Eurostar Frecciarossa (TAV), Intercity, Interregional . The Eurostar is the highly paid and the fastest train among the three.

·       The helicopter is some other alternative to attain Naples from Rome. However, this is the most highly paid one, but the time it saves worth the money.

·       Buses are also accessible for Naples. But they do now not function at night. So, you have to choose another drive if you are traveling at night.

Car service from Rome to Positano:

Positano is a lovely small sea-shore village on the Amalfi coast near Naples. It is at a distance ofabout 4 hours drive from Rome. Positano is known for its fabulous location and lively colors. It will be an excellent option to go for a day trip. But before planning to go there, it will help you if you haveabout the car service from Rome to Positano.

There are many travel options to go from Rome to Positano, which we will discuss here. The best car services from Rome to Positano is the Limousine service which is usually known as the Limo service. This is the most comfortable, secure, and easy way to reach Positano.

Moreover, public transport is also available from Rome to Positano. You can also travel by bus, train, boat, shuttle, or helicopter to be at Positano safely. It is your personal choice to choose between these options, depending upon your budget and comfort zone.

Conclusion:

Long story short, if you want to plan a trip to Naples or Positano from Rome, you can avail yourself ofthe car service from Rome to Naples and car service from Rome to Positano. Many other options are also available, such as buses, trains, boats, shuttle service, or a helicopter for traveling to Naples and Positano. Just make your mind active, read the article, and you will know about the transportation services from Rome to Naples and Positano.

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[fan-tav-stic]

oh dear god uhhhhhh, see the problem is I wasn't very into fandom when I was young even if I did watch Warriors and Gravity Falls amvs, I also have a TERRIBLE memory but from the few songs I remember being wildly obsessed with as a kid:

Rolan/Sorren - Check Yes Juliet ~ We the Kings (Asking Rolan to leave Lorroakan and go with him once they've been found out)

Silas and Fylson - Wolf in Sheeps Clothing ~ Set it off (Not a Tav x npc/companion but backstory stuff that makes me insane)

Silas/Astarion - Angel with a Shotgun ~ Cab (Silas putting aside his oath of mercy to protect Astarion)

And now I know these aren't the prompt but if I didn't include them I feel like I'm not doing 'little me who wanted to be edgy but never did' justice:

Valexi (my resist!durge) - Monster ~ Skillet and Animal I Have Become ~ Three Days Grace

Because cmon man it writes itself

Fuck it we cringeposting.

Tell me:

Pulling from the playlist from your childhood where you imagined AMVs of your favorite pairings, what “cringe/basic/goofy/maybeOOC” song would you use for your Tav x NPC/Companion ship.

I’ll go first:

Rackal/Rolan— Untouched by the Veronicas (because one of us had to take the fucking bullet for this one)

[poweredbycoffeeandwine]

May As Well Be, Day 31: The Night Sky

They rumbled down a dirt road, surrounded by trees, in a green jeep. Kaidan looked so comfortable, at ease behind the wheel, Excitement and joy played across his face as the intermittent sunshine cast dappled shadows in the cab. 

“How much further?”

“Seriously, Tav” he chuckled and glanced at her smiling, “are you trying to be a child? Might as well ask the right way.”

Her tongue stuck out at him, as he grabbed her hand off her lap, “Fine,” her tone pitched up and took on a sing-song quality, “are we there yet?”

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, keeping her hand firmly clasped in his on the console between them, “Can’t wait to get out of the car, huh?”

Legs stretching as far as the vehicle allowed she groaned, “I spent enough time convalescing, this reminds me of all the forced sitting still.” Staring out the window, she watched the forest thicken around them. “It’s so hard to believe all this made it through the war untouched.”

Kaidan hummed in agreement, neither wanting to discuss the Reaper War or the year they spent apart while the Normandy limped back to Alliance Headquarters and Tavrien healed. This trip to his family’s cabin was long overdue, and they were determined not to let the shadow of the war touch it. “Fortunately for me…”

“You?”

“Yes, we both know how you get when you’re antsy.” The look he shot her begged her to deny it, she wouldn’t, blushing at her occasional impatience. He winked and continued, “As I said, your wait is nearly over. The cabin is just around the next bend.”

Facing the window again, she strained to see their destination. A wooden fence surrounding the perimeter of the land was the first thing she saw. It didn’t appear to actually keep anything in but was charming. As Kaidan turned the car into the road, she noticed the carefully maintained trees, the greenery and wildflowers blooming. The landscape was perfect for a retreat, it kept the house hidden from the main road, and helped with the illusion that they were on their own. The cabin itself was breathtaking. Nestled right into towering trees, water from the lake lapping up onto their own personal beach. It looked cozy, comfortable, like a home.

She climbed out of the jeep, taking in a deep breath, a smile spreading across her face. “Kaidan, it’s gorgeous.” 

“You’re gorgeous,” he replied kissing her lightly on the crown of her head, “and you are going to take your blanket and rest on the porch bed or in the house while I unpack.”

“I can help.”

“I know, but I would rather you lounge about for a bit. Once you’ve gotten your fill of staring at the lake, you can give me a hand.”

Her pout made him laugh but didn’t change his mind as he pushed her towards the deck of the house and moved to unload the vehicle. Tavrien wandered around the wrap around porch, taking in the rustic elegance of the place. Kaidan’s mother obviously had excellent taste. The porch bed was set up in such a way that a person could relax and watch the reflection of the sky shift from day to evening, light sparkling off the surface and making the surrounding mountain appear ethereal. She thought to lay down, just for a bit, to enjoy the sun sinking behind the mountain, but the last thing she remembered the soft breeze sounding through the trees and the creaking caused by the gentle sway of the bed. 

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“Hey, Shep,” Kaidan’s voice called out to her, “you ready to get up? Eat something?”

Eyes blinking rapidly adjusting to the darkness beyond the porch stars twinkling in the deep blue of the lake she shot up in surprise. “Kaidan!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“You let me sleep too long! I didn’t even help unpack or set anything up!” She swung her legs over the bed and stood to look around, “You made dinner already?!?” 

Kaidan wrapped his arms around her, placing kisses on her temple, chuckling at her outburst, “Tavrien, it’s fine. You needed the rest, and I wanted to take care of you.” Grasping her chin in his hands, he brought their heads together, “I love you, stop being so stubborn and let me.” 

She sighed, pressing into his body, basking in the warmth he exuded, the strength she drew from him, “Alright, but I’ll be allowed to repay you.”

“Of course,” he grinned, “but later, my steak is getting cold.” 

[superdecade]

Levidromes

A levidrome is a word that when spelled backwards makes another word. Well, at least not yet. It is not in the Oxford English Dictionary. Levi Budd is a six-year-old boy from British Columbia in Canada who has coined the term 'levidrome' after spotting that the word 'STOP' spells 'POTS' backwards. After realising that there is no such word in English for this phenomena, a social media campaign has started to get this word in popular usage (hence this post). I wrote a short Python script this morning that will pull all of the levidromes from a dictionary file. The full list is copied below.

aa ab aba abac abba abo abos abut acca ad ado ados ae aga agar agas agenes ah aha ahs aia aider air airts ajar aka al ala alan alif alma alula am ama amahs amas amen amene amir amis amla amman an ana anal anan anana anes anew anger animal animes anna annat anon ante apod araara arak arb arbas are ares arf aril arret arris arum arval aryl assam asses at ataata ate ates aua auks ava aval avel avid avo awa ay ayahs ba bac bacs bad bag bal bals ban bans bard barf bark bas bat bats bed beef ben bens bib bid big bin bins bird bis blub bo bob bobac bobak bod bog boh bok bon bonk boob boord bor bos bots bows boy bra braced brad brag braw bro brod bros bru bub bud bug bulb bun bunk buns bur burd burg bus but buts cab caba cabob cam camus cap card cares cep ceps cire cires cis cit cite cito civic clat cod cor cos cot cram cran crem cur da dab dace dad dag dah dahs dal dam dap daraf darb darg dart darts das daud daw daws day de deb debut decaf decal decarb dedal deed deem deen deens deep deeps deer dees deet deets def defer deffer deffo deg degami degged deid deified deifier deil deke deked del deled delf delis deliver delos dels deman demit demits den denier denies denim denis denned dennets dens depart deport depot depots derat derats dere dered deres deros derris dessert desserts deus devas devil devils devots dew dewans dewed dexes deys di dial dialer dials diaper dib did died dif dig dim din dinar diol diols diram dit div diva do dob doc dod dog doh dohs dol dom don dons doom door dop dopa dops dor dorb dormin dorp dorps dort dorter dos doser dot doy drab drac drail dram drap draps draw drawer draws dray drey drib drier droob drool drow drows drub duad dual dub dud duel duo dup dups ea ean eas eat ecad ecce ed edile edit ee eel eels een ef eh ehs eke eked elide elides elutes em eme emes emir emit emits emmets emong emos en ene enema enes enol enows er era ere ered eres ergo eric eros ervil eses esnes espial esse et eta etas etat etats eten etic etna euk eve even evil eviler evils ewe exul eye faced farad fe fed feeb feer fen fer fet fid fier fig fila fir fires fled flog flor flow fool fra frab fret fro gab gad gag gal gals gam gan gans gaps gar garb gas gat gateman gater gats gay ged gel gelder gem gen get gib gid gif gig gins gip girt girts git gnar gnat gnats gnaw gnaws gnome gnus gob god golf gon gons goog gorp gorps gos got grad gram grub gu gub gul gulp guls gum gums guns gup gups gur gut guv guy ha habus had hadedah hah hahs hajjah halalah hales hallah hallan halos han hap haram hay he heh henry hep her hey ho hob hod hoh hon hoo hoop hop hos huh hup id ikat imaged io iris iron is it itas iwi jar kabob kaiak kak kam kara kat kay kayak keek keel keels keep keet keets ken keps kier kips kirks kis kiths knaps knar knit knits knob knop knot knots know knub knuts kob kook kor korat kow krab krans kue la lab laced lacer lad laded laer lag lager laid laipse lair lam lamina lana langer lap lares larum las laud lava lavra leat leben led lee leek leep leeps leer lees leet leets leg leir lemel leper les let leud leva level lever levins levo lez liar liard liart lias lied lies lin lion lira lit live lived livre lobo lod loges loid lone loof looks loom loons loop loops loord loos loot looter loots lop los lotos lug luxe lyra ma mac macs mad madam maes mag mak mal malam mallam mals mam man map maps mar marah marc marcs mard marg marid marram marrum mart mas massa mat maws may me meed mees meet meets meg mem merc meter mets mew mho mid milks mils mim mined minim mips mir mis mm mo mod mom mon moo mood mool mools moops moor moos moot mop mor mos mot moy mu mug mum mura mural mures murram mus mut muton muts na naan nab nae nag nah nala nallah nam named namer nametag namma nan nana nap napas nappas naps naras narc narcs narks nas nat naw ne neb nebel ned nee need neep nef neg nek neks nelis nema nemas nep net nete nets neve neves new nib nid nil nimrod nip nips nis nit no nob nod nog noh noil nolos nom non nona nonet noo noon noop noops nori nos not notes notum now noy nu nub nun nur nus nut nuts nys oat ob oba obey obo obol od oda odas offed offer ogre oh ohm oho ohos oi oiks om on ono oo ooh oohs oom oon oop oor oot op oppo orb orf os otic otto oud ova ovel ow owt oxo oy pac pacer pad pah pal palp pals pam pan pans pap par pard part parts pas pat pats paw paws pay pec peed peek peel peels peen peep pees peh pelas pen peons pep per perp perts pets pig pin pins pip pir pis pit plap plug po pod poh pol pols pom ponk poo pooh pool pools poon poons poop poor poort poos poots pop port ports pos pot pots pow pows prat prep prod prog pud pug puh pullup pup pupils puris pus put puy radar rag raga rager rages raggas rail rait raj raja ram ramis rang ranid rank rap raps ras rast rat rats raw ray re real reaps rebus rebut recal recap recaps reccos redder redes redia redips redleg redraw redrawer reed reef reeks reel reels reens rees ref refed refer reffed reffo reflet reflow regal regar regna regnal regos reh reif reified reifier reik reiks reined reird reknit reknits reknot reknots relaid relit relive reliver reman remeet remit renies rennet rep repaid repaper repel repins repot repots res resat resod retag retem retool retrod retros revel reviled reviler reviver reward rewarder rewets rexes ria rial rias ribas riel rif rim rima rime rims rip rits rob roc rod rok rolf rom rones roo rood room rooms roop roops roots rosies rot rotator rotavator rotor rub ruc rucs rug rums run sab sabir sabra sad sadis sado sados sae sag saga sagas sagenes saggar sail sair sakis sal salep salles sallets sam sama samas samen san sanes sap sapan sappan saps sar saran saros sarus sat sate sati sav saved saw saz scab scam scares scot scram scran scur seals seam seat secret seder sedes sedile seed seeks seel seem seems seep seer sees segar segol seil seined seiner seis seisor seities sekos sel selah selahs seles sellas selles seme sememes semes semina sena senas sene senega senegas sennet senor sense ser sera serac seracs seral sere sered seres seric serif serons serres serum sese sesey sessa sesses set seta seton setule seven sexed sexer sexes sey seys sha shad shah shahs shakos shales shama shay shaya she shod shoo shtik si sib sic sidas sies sik sikas siled silen sim sima simar simis sin sined sinnet sip siri siris sirra sirred sirs sirup sis sit six skat skeer skees skeets sken skeps skier skio skips sklim skool skran skrans skrik skua slab slaes slag slaid slam slap sled slee sleek sleep sleeps sleer sleet sleets slim slipup slit slive slived sloid sloom sloop sloops sloot sloots slop slug smart smees smew smir smits smoor smoot smug smur smut smuts snab snag snap snaps snark snarks snaw snawed snaws sneb sned sneed sneer snib snig snip sniper snips snirt snit snivel snod snoep snog snool snoop snoops snoot snores snort snot snow snub snug so sob soba soc soccer sod soda sodas sog soger soh soho sokahs sokes sol solah soled solon solos som some son sonnet sool soom soop sop soras sorb sore sored sorter sos sotol sow soy spacer spaer spag spam span spank spans spar spard spart sparts spas spat spats spaw spaws spay spaz spec speed speel speels spek speks spets spider spik spiks spim spin spins spirt spirts spit spod spool spools spoom spoon spoons spoor spoots sports spot spots sprat sprits sprod sprog spud spug sris stab stag stang stap staps star stared start stat state stats staw staws steed steek steeks steel steels steem stellas stem stemme sten stenned step steps stet stets stew stewer stime stimed stims stink stinker stir stirps stob stonk stonker stool stools stoop stoops stoor stop stoped stoper stops stot stots stoved stow stows strad strap straps straw strep stressed stria strig strips strop strops strow struts stub stum stums stun stunk sturts sub subah suber succus sued sulu sulus sum sumac sun sung sup suras sus susus swad swam swang swans swap swaps sward swat swats sway swey swob swone swop sword swot swots syed syes syn ta tab tae tael taes tag tak taki taks talc tallat tam tan tang tanna tao tap taps tar tared tarok tarp tarps tart tas taser tat tate tats tav taw taws te teed teek teel teels teem teemer tef teg tel telfer ten tenet tenner tennes tennis tennos tenon terces terf terra terret tes tet tets tew ti tiar tic tid tide tig til tiler tils time timed timer tin tink tinker tins tip tips tirrit tis tit toc tocs tod tog tom ton tonk tonker tons too tool tools toom tooms toons toot top toped toper tops tor torot tort tot tots tow tows trad trail tram trams trap traped traps trat trats tressed trew trig trins trips trod trons troop trop troped trot trow tsar tub tuba tubed tuber tug tum tums tun tup tut two ug ulu ulus um umu un urb utu vas vat vav vid vug wad wan wang wans wap waps war warb ward warder warts was wat wats waw way wed wem wems wen wena wert wet wets wey wo wok wolf wolfer won wonk wons wop word wort worts wos wot wots wow xis ya yad yag yah yahs yak yam yap yaps yar yard yaw yaws yay yebo yeh yerd yes yeses yew yews yo yob yod yom yon yos yrneh yug yup zaps zas zel ziz zuz zzz

It is interesting to note that some levidromes are also palindromes. I wonder whether we need a new word to describe this phenomenon also?  Furthermore, there is no word in English for "a word that you make up in order to make another word make sense". I suggest: "emordivel" ?

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