#XX

[werewolfetone]

[luthienne]

James Baldwin, from Another Country [ID'd]

[sagitttarius]

Auroras in England, 10 May 2024

[gasolinne]

[senritsu]

[researchgate]

"From Paris to Peru, from Japan to Rome, The stupidest animal, in my opinion, is man." - Olympe de Gouges, a note in the Declaration of the Rights of WOman and the Female Citizen, 1791

[jemilygifs]

Requested by anonymous

[trentione]

enjoyed every second

[astarions-wife]

Okay so looking at the facts, Astarion says he was “one of Cazador’s first” spawn, which makes sense considering it was ~200 years prior, which puts this at 1294 for his turning. However he says “one of” which implies he wasn’t the very first, meaning one of his siblings was before him.

Through the game, we can rule out a few of his siblings as being first. Leon canonically has to be the last, as I doubt that Cazador brought another spawn into the mix during the last 10~ years. Leon has a human child, that he had prior to vampirism, and with both the favorite spawn ledger, and Victoria’s appearance, we can assume she’s likely between 8-10 in that general range. The favorite spawn ledger goes for (six) years, with Leon being 5/6, and Violet taking one year. This can easily imply he has only been a spawn for six years, and also says that given Victoria’s appearance, she was probably only 2-4 when brought to Cazador’s palace, but that’s a story for another time.

Pale Petra’s tells Dalyria in the inn that it’s been “a hundred years of eating rats”, so he was probably turned in the late 1300s, judging by this. Dalyria on the other hand was a physician to the Parliament of Baldur’s Gate, and given that the medical group she speaks of wasn’t founded until the early-ish 1400s, it’s likely that she was found during this time period.

This leaves three: Yousen, Violet, and Aurelia. Now I highly, highly doubt that Yousen was the first of the spawn. A gnome is an odd choice for a vampire spawn in the first place, so he likely wasn’t the first. This would leave Violet and Aurelia, although given one of my previous posts about Violet (found here), Violet likely wasn’t the first—the shadow curse was founded in the past hundred years if I’m not mistaken, and considering the evidence seems to lead her here, she was probably around the same time as Petra’s, perhaps a bit before.

This leaves Aurelia as the first spawn, which makes sense to me. She seems the most anxious, the most scared. She’s the only one who truly, truly begs you for help if you talk to her once Cazador is gone, and centuries of trauma would do that to anyone. Therefore, my ranking is as follows, in order:

-Aurelia

-Astarion

-Yousen

-Violet

-Pale Petras

-Dalyria

-Leon

I know their ages are different, but timeline wise this puts Leon as the youngest, and Aurelia as the oldest—which it doesn’t mean anything, but it’s interesting to think this, considering they’re the original two who are sent after Astarion at the Elfsong Tavern.

As always, this is completely in theory! Only a few of them have concrete evidence, so let me know if I’m missing anything—and feel free to use this for writing or lore as you see fit!

[premiumbitch]

DIFFERENT TYPES OF KISSES TO SCRIPT YOU HAVE ! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

hi luvs! I know this is kind of random (almost didn't make it lol) but I think It's super cute and helpful! enjoy :)

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The Slow Burn ♡ // Your kiss doesn’t just land—it lingers, warm and deliberate, unfolding like a secret meant only for them. It’s unhurried, teasing, a slow ignition that builds until they’re lost in the heat of it. You don’t rush, don’t demand. You pull them in, unraveling them piece by piece, leaving them weightless in the space between breaths.

The Electricity ♡ // Your kiss is a spark in the dark—sudden, electric, impossible to forget. The moment your lips touch theirs, a current runs through them, sharp and intoxicating. It’s the kind of kiss that makes their pulse stutter, their breath hitch, their mind go blank. A shock that doesn’t fade, only lingers like the ghost of lightning against their skin.

The Gentle Ache ♡ // There’s something about your kiss that feels like a quiet ache—soft, tender, laced with something that clings to them long after your lips pull away. It’s the kind of kiss that doesn’t just touch their skin but sinks deeper, pressing into places words can’t reach. It doesn’t demand; it stays, echoing like a whisper against their ribs.

The Storm ♡ // Your kiss is a force—urgent, consuming, like standing in the eye of something untamed. It crashes into them, fierce and demanding, leaving no space for hesitation. Your lips take, give, drown them in sensation until they don’t know where they end and you begin. And when you finally pull away, they’re left breathless, shaken, craving more.

The Haunting ♡ // Your kiss isn’t just a moment—it’s a ghost, lingering long after it’s over. It stays on their lips, in their thoughts, creeping into the quiet spaces between heartbeats. It’s soft at first, almost delicate, but there’s something beneath it—something that lingers, something that makes them close their eyes and chase the memory of you.

The Sweet Poison ♡ // Your kiss is intoxicating, dripping with something too sweet to resist. It draws them in effortlessly, leaves them dizzy, makes them forget what came before and what comes after. There’s danger in it, the kind that whispers stay, the kind that laces itself into their veins until they don’t know if they ever want to break free.

The Weight of Forever ♡ // There’s something in your kiss that feels like forever—like it carries something heavier than just lips meeting lips. It holds meaning, quiet promises, things unsaid but deeply felt. It’s not just warmth, not just passion—it’s something deeper, something that sinks into them and stays, something they might never be able to forget.

The First Breath After Drowning ♡ // Your kiss is the kind that saves and destroys all at once. It crashes into them like air after being underwater too long—desperate, consuming, a sharp inhale that fills their lungs with something they didn’t know they were missing. It’s overwhelming in the best way, like they’ve just come back to life and don’t want to stop breathing you in.

The Unfinished Sentence ♡ // Your lips brush against theirs like a promise never spoken, like a thought left hanging in the air. It’s soft, fleeting, just enough to make them lean in, chase the taste of you, ache for the next word, the next touch. You never give too much at once—just enough to leave them wondering what it would feel like if you did.

The Fire and Ice ♡ // Your kiss is a contradiction—hot enough to burn, cold enough to make them shiver. It’s passion wrapped in restraint, the sharp clash of need and control. They feel the heat of it spreading through them, yet there’s something else, something distant, like you could pull away at any moment. And that’s what makes them want you even more.

The Silent Confession ♡ // You don’t have to say a word—your lips do all the talking. There’s something in the way you kiss them, something unspoken but deeply felt, like every touch is a confession too raw to put into words. It’s the kind of kiss that doesn’t just press against their skin but seeps into their bones, making them wonder if they ever truly knew you until now.

The Storm Before the Calm ♡ // Your kiss is a rush of rain against hot skin, the wind before the world goes still. It’s frantic, filled with urgency, with unspoken need, like you’re afraid of losing this moment if you don’t hold onto it hard enough. And then, just when they think they understand it, it softens—turns into something quiet, something that lingers in the space between heartbeats.

The Thief ♡ // Your kiss doesn’t just touch—it steals. It takes the air from their lungs, the thoughts from their mind, the ground from beneath their feet. It leaves them breathless, spinning, reaching for something to hold onto. And even after you’ve pulled away, they can still feel the ghost of you on their lips, like you took a part of them with you when you left.

The Softest Goodbye ♡ // Your kiss feels like the last few notes of a song that’s about to end—slow, aching, filled with something that tastes too much like farewell. It doesn’t rush; it savors, like you’re trying to memorize the way they feel beneath your lips. And even if it isn’t the last time, it still carries the weight of something fragile, something fleeting, something that makes their chest tighten when you finally pull away.

The Gravity ♡ // Your kiss doesn’t just happen—it pulls. It tugs them in like the tide, inescapable, undeniable, something that leaves them weightless and anchored all at once. It’s the kind of kiss that feels inevitable, like no matter how much distance there is, no matter how much time passes, they will always find themselves falling back into you.

The Quiet Ruin ♡ // Your kiss doesn’t shatter them—it erodes, slowly, gently, like waves against a shoreline. It seeps in, settles under their skin, wears down every wall they’ve built without them even realizing it. And by the time you pull away, they are left standing in the wreckage of something they didn’t even know was crumbling.

The Ghost in the Dark ♡ // Your kiss is the kind they feel long after it’s gone, lingering in the quiet hours of the night, haunting the spaces between their ribs. It’s soft, almost hesitant, but there’s something in it, something unfinished, something that makes them reach for you in the dark, only to find empty air where your warmth used to be.

The Breaking Point ♡ // Your lips press against theirs like a dam about to burst, holding back something too strong, too wild, too much. There’s tension in it, a battle between restraint and the inevitable. And when it finally breaks—when you finally let go—it floods through them like a rush of heat, of longing, of everything you’ve both been holding back for too long.

The Dream You Don’t Want to Wake From ♡ // Your kiss feels unreal, like something pulled from the space between sleep and waking. It’s weightless, slow, like time itself has stretched to savor the moment. And when you finally part, when the world starts to settle around them again, they can’t shake the feeling that they’ve just touched something too perfect to be real.

The Poisoned Honey ♡ // Your kiss is too sweet, too addictive, the kind of pleasure that comes with a warning. It’s effortless, intoxicating, the kind of thing they know they shouldn’t fall into, yet can’t seem to resist. And the worst part? It’s not the way it burns through them—it’s the way they already know they’ll come back for more.

Hope you enjoyed <3

[oingoz]

i’m deeply touched to have had this moment with them

[werewolfetone]

Unfortunately I do have to kinda hand it to pope francis for the baby jesus in a keffiyeh thing. heartbreaking the worst world leader you know is one of very few to not be frothing at the mouth to kill palestinians all the time

[luthienne]

Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)

[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]

[voulezloux]

i hope no matter what side of the fandom you’re on, if you’re ot5 or just a solo stan, we can all come together to kill simon cowell

[gasolinne]