#You know who you are lol

[lirotation]

Ever since a discussion about the mortality of my human Tav with my fellow Tavs on Tumblr, the idea has become an intrusive thought🤣. I couldn't shake it from my mind, so I decided to confront it. I chose to explore the worst-case scenario.

Astarion X F!Tav, warning, character death.

Oh my gosh, I couldn't think about anything else! But now I feel better =) The lyrics are from the song "Let Me Down Slowly" by Alec Benjamin, which seems to be popping up everywhere for me recently! It was meant to be.

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The rain poured down in relentless sheets, obscuring the old gothic manor in a heavy gray veil. Inside, the candles flickered softly as Astarion combed his fingers gently through Amaara's hair. Her skin was pale and cold under his touch, she had passed in her sleep, her life of many decades finally at its end.

Astarion dressed her in finery befitting his princess, never taking his eyes from her still face. He lifted her fragile body, holding her close to his silent heart, and carried her through the corridors of their home, the echo of his steps filling the emptiness left behind.

Down into the secret crypt below he took her. The chamber was illuminated by candles that cast dancing shadows on the stone walls. He lay her gently in an ornate double coffin, positioning her with care one last time. His vision blurred as tears threatened to spill out at the thought of an eternity without her laughter to drive away the dark.

So soon...too soon...

A dry, wrecked sob clawed up his throat as he stretched his lean body beside hers inside the casket. He turned to face her, drinking in every beloved feature - the graceful arch of her brow, the gentle slope of her nose. With infinite tenderness, he ran the back of his hand against the line of her jaw, tracing its elegant curve.

He threaded his long, pale fingers into her thinned silver hair, soft strands pooling like mercury in his palm. He cradled the nape of her neck, his thumb caressing the tender skin behind her ear just the way she always loved. Each gesture was etched with reverence and sorrow, communicating wordlessly all the affection and devotion that overflowed from his shattered heart.

In the muted candlelight, she could have been merely sleeping, poised on the cusp of awakening. But her skin was growing colder under his touch with each moment, the last of her warmth fleeing to merge with the eternal night. Soon all that would remain of his beating heart would be a decomposing shell. The anguished realization tore through him anew, and he released a thin, keening cry like a creature skewered through the soul.

At last, Astarion forced his quivering fingers to release her. With agonizing restraint, he gently smoothed back a few errant strands of her pale hair, arranging them flawlessly across the plush satin pillow.

He shifted slowly onto his back beside her. Reaching up with a leaden arm, he grasped the ornately carved lid of the casket. As he gradually pulled the heavy cover down, shadow crept over their forms. Her alabaster features were swallowed up inch by inch in the hungry darkness.

With a muffled thud that reverberated through his entire spirit, the cover closed completely. The chamber became at once a bridal suite and a tomb, its occupants trapped by cruel fate.

Astarion shuddered in the darkness. The familiar confines of a coffin, once a hellish prison, now served as his refuge from the fresh anguish threatening to consume him.

When Cazador had buried him years ago, the crushing isolation and helplessness nearly shattered Astarion’s sanity. But here, cocooned with his lost beloved, the cold casket took on the bittersweet air of a marriage bed on their final night together. He welcomed the isolation, sought solace in it. Here he could muffle the bleeding, gaping wound in his soul with the old, healed over scars of past trauma. By wrapping himself in familiar pain, its sharp sting would numb the fresh, unendurable agony of Amaara’s absence.

In this chamber of death, Astarion found his only chance for even transient peace. Here he could hold the cruelties of time and fate at bay, if only for a few decades of dreamless slumber next to his beloved. Here he could forget, could almost pretend the sweet burden in his arms still drew breath... before mere memory of her touch faded like everything else into the hungry dark.

[gigglesoup]

Who are some of your favorite people on here?

i would tag them, but It's probably not reciprocate and i don't want to embarass myself like that 🙂

[jozzmingo]

Love when mutuals reblog posts seconds after you do. So heartwarming and great, like. You’re refreshing your page, aren’t you? You little gremlin (affectionate)

[0x4468c7a6a728]

very amusing experience to write some tags and then get a dm within like 2 minutes with a screenshot of the tags from the person you were thinking of when your wrote the tags

[starfishinthedistance]

[pretty-idol-hell]

I'm off today (9/4/23) so I'll probably be playing Idol Land a lot!

Lately I'm trying to get randos to agree to promises in Amari's PPR, but when I give up on that I'll be grinding in the Brilliant Prince Cyalume. If I see a promise from any friend pop up (as long as I have the coord) I'll always join.

I hope I get to see some new faces!!

[justastrugglinghotchocolate]

See, Henry, this is exactly the type of thing Basil would disapprovingly hum at.

My excuse for what is under the cut is that it is my birthday 👍

(CW: suggestive, it's not like that one fanfic bad (iykyk), but still)

[lemonnbug]

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[starless-aria]

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Nolanverse Scarecrow || First Date

You both met at a local flower show, he was interested in these rare mountain flowers at a booth when you bumped into him. Looking at each other for a split second, you knew this man had secrets. And you were going to learn more.

You decided to meet up at the library for what he called a “blind book date” and you didn’t know it yet, but he could pick out the perfect literature for anyone.

He had a way with words, everything he said sounded so rich and cultured. As the two of you strolled around the library and picked out books for each other you noticed his deep blue eyes. They survey the shelves as if it was an African savannah and he was a lion.

His book for you was classic poetry and you just loved that. You’ve always like prose, and enjoyed the nature of the spoken word. He knew this without even knowing much about you. It felt meant to be.

The two of you enjoyed the silence of reading, occasionally looking up at each other to stare at the eyes. If it wasn’t for the regulation of being silent in a library, you felt that a conversation about life could happen -- the king that changed a person.

It was a good afternoon. Hopefully, one of many.

[byrdsfly]

Thank you to the mutual who just blew up my notes and broke up the monotony of every not being That One Tweet i posted a couple days ago...

[meili-sheep]

It's been a while, so I'll promote my discord again. If you wanna come torture me on a personal level, come join me on my Diluc Pain Train Discord

I do more frequent updates on work. Give more thoughts and occasionally do polls on what I should work on next. And you can see other's really excellent work! Also, you get neat emotes like the new Diluc Wonderhoy and my personal emotes

[captivemuses]

"And you laughed at me this morning."

[dragondensystem]

Love being evil with the bestie

[fm-synthesizer]

Discord: A place where Tumblr legends can engage in friendly banter XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[some-pers0n]

I'm always entertained by people doing those "canon VS fanon" memes where both are misunderstanding characters to such a violent degree 'cause like