#ghost’s ramblings

[ask-the-pale-elf]

This is to the mod. I forgot to say this way earlier and kept putting off actually doing it cause bad memory and brain being weird, but I adore how you write/interact as Astarion! You don’t try and push his response to lean in favor towards things he wouldn’t normally respond that way to, such as, for example, my first ask! You have him still with his own personal thoughts and characteristics, being true to how he is without trying to push towards what would be considered a more ‘favorable’ response! I love how you captured his character and portray him and have him be true to himself instead of trying to force things! I don’t really know if this makes sense, but hopefully it does?

And really, please don’t worry about updates and such on this blog when irl things are getting in the way or are demanding predominance. You have your own life outside of the blog, out side of offline, and you chose to create this blog so you could do/share your enjoyment of bg3 and Astarion with others. You don’t owe anyone an apology for irl stuff getting bad or stressful, you run this blog in your free time, you are by no means obligated to answer asks or do anything you don’t want to or don’t have the time or energy to. Thank you for creating such a lovely blog and for portraying our beloved pale elf so well!

- Starlight

Hi it’s Ghost here, and omg you’re making me melt. You’re making a lot of sense, I get what you’re trying to say and thank you so much for saying that. I’m always a bit hesitant when roleplaying Astarion since he is a complicated shithead and his actions and words reflect that. And as much as I’d like to give people a favorable response, it just wouldn’t be him at all. It doesn’t feel right, and yes he’s a fictional character and he’s not real but… he’s spent so much of his life not being able to be himself and acts a certain way to be favorable to others. So I guess I’m trying my best to honor the character in a small way, although I don’t blame people writing him to be more favorable. He is a dickhead. Like that’s the point but Jesus, I’ve yelled at my computer screen so many times because of the things he’s disapproved of or the shit he does.

Aren’t I a lovable little scamp?~

*sighs* His character is complicated, it isn’t nice, it isn’t easy, and it most certainly isn’t static. The reason why I love his character so much is because it hits so close to home and it feels so cathartic to watch him in action. I won’t get into here or at least not now, but Astarion makes me feel seen and that I don’t have to be a good person in order to heal. That being said his story serves as a cautionary tale about perpetuating the cycle of abuse, it’s utterly beautiful. He’s constantly shifting despite his stubbornness and flirtatious facade, which is what I’m hoping for in my portrayal of Astarion. I have to rewatch a lot of scenes and listen to his lines a lot just to get the character just right. I’ve roleplayed Astarion in a few voice call sessions with my friends actually, and it’s really fun! Sure I don’t have Neil Newbon’s wonderful accent and the picture perfect voice for him but it doesn’t matter, its the energy and feeling that does. And I read out my dialogue for these asks out loud in my Astarion voice lol, it’s not a good imitation by any means but it’s just my take on the character.

I’m constantly in awe of not only Neil Newbon’s performance but also the writers, the modelers, the artists, the directors, and the entire ensemble that all came together to create our favorite vampire spawn. Honestly it feels so surreal to have a character like Astarion in the world, but I hope there are many others that touch my heart this deeply like he did.

Don’t say that darling, as if they could ever compare to me.

Of course, you’ll always be my favorite. But one thing that always gets me is what Neil Newbon says about playing any of his characters, “I think the main thing is to not to judge a character, I don’t judge a character in good or bad terms. I don’t have villains or heroes, I play characters that are very complicated and have needs and wants and obstacles… You can’t judge the characters, you have to love them, support them on their journey even if you as a human being would never choose that. You have to honor what their story’s about, what their decisions would be based on what the amazing writers have done… you just have to love and support them and hug them through their journey without stopping them, you know?”

And we all know that Astarion needs all the hugs he can get. He’s very lovable even when he thinks that he isn’t. I want to have Astarion be a bit more vulnerable in future ask responses but at the same time, it really depends on the relationship because his whole arc is a slow burn for a reason. It’s literally like pulling teeth to get him to talk about and confront his feelings and issues. Trust me I’ve tried.

You hear a little scoff in the background.

Anyways if you’ve read all this, thank you. As you can tell, I think about Astarion a lot and I’ve always wanted to make an rp blog so I decided eh what the hell, let’s make an Astarion one. I’m blown away by how many of you like my posts and keep coming to see my take on Astarion. I deeply appreciate it and thank you for understanding. Yeah a lot of stuff is happening irl so responses won’t be as quick as I’d like them to be but hopefully it’ll clear up in the future. Because I have a few things planned including a fic that I’ve been thinking about for a while.

[boyplushie]

going to sleep & by sleep. heh. well. let's just say. phone in bed

[sadmages]

Having ocs is fucked up they make you wake up and think stuff like what if i learn to code in renpy and make this into a visual novel. Who said that

[rememberwren]

Thinking about how when you’re drunk—and I mean really drunk—you get it in your head to catcall men. They could use a little harassment. When you reach that point, your friends immediately know it’s time to cut you off, acting like the Secret Service as they usher you out of the bar and towards the Uber. But they couldn’t anticipate the group of men standing outside the bar swapping laughs and smoking.

Of course you pick the scariest one of the lot and:

“Hey!” you shout, half giggling. “Hey—you, in the mask!”

The man turns. You can’t see his mouth with the surgical mask in place but you can tell his eyebrows are raised. He’s fucking huge, towering over his counterparts (who are nothing to sniff at), thick and strong. His head cocks in silent question.

“Can I get your number?” you shout, licking your friend’s hand when she slaps it over your mouth. All your friends rush to brush the guy off, but he’s already ashing his cigarette under his boot, slipping his hands into his pocket, and crossing the street quietly.

He stays a healthy distance away, aware of how it looks: a man his size approaching a group of young, inebriated women. You think he’s come to harass you in return, or maybe just to mock you—either way you are stunned silent, mouth agape, eyes wide. He’s so much taller up this close.

“Got a pen?” he asks.

He only approaches then, shoulders hunched to make himself appear smaller and innocuous. He takes your hand in his own and writes his phone number on your forearm.

When you wake up hungover the next morning, his number is there on your arm along with a reminder that you hadn’t been able to see in the dim lighting of the parking lot: XXX-XXXX—S. Drink water.

[starsofang]

Simon didn’t like to hold you. He liked to be held.

At first, you didn’t understand why he’d turn his back to you in bed without saying anything. You thought you’d done something to him, or maybe he was in a bad mood. You couldn’t be any more wrong.

Simon Riley, an absolute brute of a soldier, was silently asking for you to be the big spoon. You nearly didn’t believe it when he finally brought it to your attention.

He was too embarrassed to ask you, so he’d resort to flipping on to his side and wait. And wait. Until he realized you didn’t catch the memo, even after many hopeless attempts.

In his mind, he thought being the big spoon would somehow convince you he wasn’t manly enough, as if his title in the service or his pure stature wasn’t proof enough of his masculinity.

To him, being held was a blanket of security. Where he’d always have to watch his back out on the field, both literally and metaphorically, he didn’t have to keep an eye out at all times with you. It was a chance for him to find solace in a person, and when he explained this to you, he was surprised to find you so willing.

And oh, when it happened, Simon nearly kicked himself for holding back on verbalizing it for so long.

The warmth of your arms when they wrapped around him from behind, your face buried between his shoulder blades, legs tangled in his, he thought that this was what inner peace felt like.

He was silly to think you’d ever be the one to judge him for what most deemed ‘unmasculine’. In all of his broad glory, he felt safe the moment you held him, like a child does when they feel a mother’s embrace except it was from someone he loved dearest to his heart.

And you? You found that being the big spoon was rather enjoyable when the man you’re holding was so damn comfortable to snuggle up to. It was a win-win for you both.

You just wished he wasn’t an idiot that left you wondering all those hopeless nights until the truth came out.

[evis-gossip]

Thinking hard about retired!Simon and retired!Riley. A cute little fluffy thing about Simon and his K9 unit dog. Cuz he named the dog after himself and I personally find that a little odd, that at the same time, the dog would somehow be an exact replica of him but as a German Shepard.

Also thinking about how worried Simon would be about you and the dog getting along. His lil birdie he so in love with he's already planing your future together has to love Riley as much as he does. And maybe you've mentioned in passing that you don't enjoy dogs that much, but he holds on to faith. Simon knows how lovely Riley can be he just hopes he likes you as well remember how he has de same personality .

And then you meet Riley. It's the first time he has you over to his place. The flat is pretty empty, barely any furniture and absolutely no decoration, but it doesn't even cross his mind that you might find that odd, he just wants you to like Riley you can redecorate as much as you want once you move in. The dog barks when Simon comes in, and would usually go back to his nap, an old doggo yes he is, he gets up and goes to inspect this new guest. His tail starts wagging happily when you crouch down and coo over him, licking your face and practically jumping on you when you scratch behind his ears.

Simon almost frowns. He hadn't considered the possibility that you would start paying more attention to the dog than him, kissing his head repeatedly and sitting on the floor to cuddle him cuz Simon doesn't let Riley on the sofa. He was supposed to get cuddles from you but no, his dog gets all the attention. And then you start to spoil Riley rotten. Buying him all kinds of expensive treats, new toys and enrichment activities. Never would have Simon tried to put Riley on pastel pink sweater, but you do and Riley lets you. And Simon is almost jealous. Every time you coo at Riley that he's such good boy, yes he is, while rubbing his belly, he just crosses his arms, thinking "I'm a good boy too, I want belly rubs too"

Masterlist

[simply-ewok]

rolling over, half asleep, in the middle of the night and when you stretch your arm out you end up smacking ghost in the face, and you can’t help but fling yourself back with a loud gasp before realizing it’s just your man, who yet again, snuck inside and cozied up to you without stirring you (bc he hates waking up his baby) bc he was able to come home early and chose to surprise you. and after you relax and begin apologizing for hitting him you hear his low, growly chuckle as he sits up to pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead before mumbling into your sweet smelling hair “it’s all right lovie, di’n’t mean to scare you.”

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[bluerosefox]

Protecting Family

Hmmm

I'm on a Danny is Dick's child kick rn so I'm making more.

But lets add in some Ghost King Danny!, Dad to a deaged Ellie and Dan! And toddler Mar'i Grayson.

Danny was conceived during Dick's amnesia year when he was Ric and the woman couldn't find him to tell him (or maybe the Owls caught wind of the pregnancy and took her) and he ended up somehow (hmmm maybe a meddling time keeper?) with the Fentons.

Danny grows as a Fenton, he knows he was adopted btw, then becomes Phantom, protects Amity, becomes the Ghost King and things seem to be going okay between Amity Parkers and the Infinite Realms since they took care of the GIW problem, AND has been a good doting teen dad to his deaged 'cousins/clones' turned kids.

Danny was going to go pick his kids up from daycare one day when CHAOS happens. Just as he wrangles Ellie onto his shoulders, cause she wants to be tall today, and about to take Dan's hand cause he's and I quote "A big boy and not a baby like Ellie, Dad!" he suddenly feels the tug of his family being in danger.

Thing is, its a blood related danger. Meaning someone blood related to him was in grave danger, and by the emotions he can feel, its someone young, way younger than him.

Problem.

The only people Danny knows with his blood in their veins and are young enough for the feeling are with him.

So who?

But due to Danny being a protector spirit AND knowing the feeling is from someone as young as his own kids, Danny decides to use his Ghost King Powers to summon said person from the danger to him.

Danny opens his free arms out just as a tiny toddler with black hair like his own but with bright green eyes, even the sclera were green, in a ruined party dress drops from the sky from the summoning circle that had opened above him.

Danny stares at the terrified child, whose hands are tied by rope and was crying, and takes notes of certain traits she had that he saw every time in the mirror or on his own kids, same eye shape and cheekbones. He can tell his ghost core has claimed her as family but not as his kid though.

No the connection that formed was almost like his connection with Jazz but a bit stronger.

This kid, was his sister. His blood related one.

-Meanwhile-

Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing, and his family were freaking the fuck out.

Dick was already panicked when his daughter Mar'i had gotten kidnapped just a few hours ago by the Joker.

Now he was feeling pure dread when his daughter, who was about to be killed, was suddenly pulled into a strange glowing circle at the last minute and disappeared into thin air.

[tojisun]

just. something about being pulled to simon’s lap and being told to ride his thigh makes me feel heady. the way you are told to get off using him; and so you do, rutting slowly, muted pleasure not enough to bloat your euphoria. you claw at his chest and at his stomach, fisting the fabric of his shirt because every glide is just. it’s not enough.

your teeth dig into the flesh of your lips as you move your hips at his beckoning; simon holds onto your waist for purchase, not really manhandling you but using it as leverage. as means of propping you up again after every jolted curl of your body. you don’t know how much more of this you can handle because god, you need more.

but simon just pushes your hair away from your face after every watery plea you warble out, and presses a long kiss on your temple, before murmuring, “jus’ once, yeah sweet’art? won’t you do that f’r me?”

and when simon asks this way — when your pleasure is his just as much as it is yours, even when his cock is left straining underneath his boxers — you find that you can’t… deny him of his pleas. of his rumbled sweet talking.

so you nod, huffing only for it to splinter as a particular glide on his thigh rubs on your sex beautifully. you hiss, eyes fluttering. simon responds with an equally pleasured hum.

“go on, baby,” he coos. “wan’ see you cum like this.”

“ok-ay,” you gasp out, your voice so quiet and weak because everything is just so much wetter now. messier. your sensitive skin feels fever-warm pressed on his slicked thigh, and you hump on him harder, chasing that rising pleasure.

that peaking bliss, leaving your toes curling because you’re so close—

the only thing you remember during your orgasm was the feeling like your ears are packed with cotton, leaving you to hear the world in this fluffed up static that pinches every iota of sound into a heavy white noise.

fuck.

simon’s right. this is fun.

[ask-the-pale-elf]

Hi it's me, the "you have a type" anon. And I agree with you in the tags and tbh it was hard to write the prompt as well. To me it was a really sad moment of Astarion degrading himself in his mind, rather than the game degrading sex work as a whole. But it is a tricky thing to get across narratively, especially when Tav is trying to shut down his negative thoughts about himself.

Your fic/drabble/response was incredible and his hesitation to take the reader's words to heart is incredibly poignant and believable! Thank you!!

Ah thank you so much, I’m glad that you liked my response! Yeah, it is a really sad moment where he puts himself down at the expense of others. Also, no worries I got where you were coming from, I just wanted to get my point across since I couldn’t fully convey it, purely as Astarion since, he wouldn’t want to think about the nuances. At least not in the moment, even though he knows it better than most. He’s just so afraid of being treated like that again that he fucking hates anything that reminds him of it-

(Dexterity Save: Failed!)

(Astarion decides to kiss my shins with his foot)

Ow! What the fuck man!

Apologies, my foot slipped~

Although if you hadn't decided to mention something so private, maybe I wouldn't have been so clumsy.

(sigh) So, I had to talk to two of my friends (aka Astarion's tadpoles) and have them read it over and make sure my words came across the way I wanted them too.

Although, I am thankful for these slimy, little things for giving me the chance to live, for once… I am not thankful for their chastising! Ugh, so annoying. Just like Gale!

Oh we both know you love him~

With a petulant scoff, Astarion eloquently said, “Whatever!”

Anyways, I’m glad that you enjoyed the response to the ask. It was a good challenge, it really made me to delve into how he would respond without trying to compromise my own personal views on the subject.

[ink-n-shadow]

currently having the softest thoughts about dad!simon :’))

like the way he’s stripping off his Henley t-shirt at the hospital right after you give birth because he “read somethin’ about how bein’ skin to skin is better fer ‘em,” not wasting any time in letting your newborn child rest on his tattooed chest while you take a small break.

or how he would gently push you back into bed when the baby starts crying in the middle of the night (especially in those first couple of days), answering your mumbled annoyance with a smeared kiss to your forehead and pulling the comforter up higher around your body. “haven’t ‘ad good sleep in nine months, lovie—i’ll take care of the bug, ‘lright? tha’s it, go back to bed sweetheart.” takes care of the baby while he watches footy and rugby, one arm cradling the swaddled up little one against his chest as the other nurses half a beer (the other half having been poured into soap’s cup of whiskey, “fer added flavor”).

the boys actually enjoy having to transition from nights out to the bar to nights crowded in yours and simon’s basement. they all take turns cradling your newborn gently, snapping at each other when they get a bit too rowdy and more than happy to give you a break from the baby whenever you needed it.

[the-ellia-west]

HOW TO WRITE ROMANTIC ATTRACTION FOR DUMMIES

For anyone who wants to learn, (especially aro/ACE, aspec, ect.)

Requested by the lovely @darkandstormydolls

Alrighty! Welcome back or welcome to my blog! I'm dipping my toes back into the category of posts that gained me my exposure!

So if you're here, you want to know how to write romantic attraction/romance!

Strap in and let's begin!

(Pls spread this to people you think would benefit from seeing it, or anyone who requested it bc I forgot, ANY ASPECS)

Step one -

Your characters must admire one another at the beginning, Romantic feelings usually do not present themselves as obvious until you really think them through, meaning your characters may not notice they have a crush until it's too late

These are general statistics and light stereotypes. So feel free to not use this tip:

Male characters usually tend to notice physical things first, like body shape, hair, skin, clothing, the way their lover moves, ect

And Female Characters Generally tend to notice more small things and personality-based traits first, like their lover's humor, speaking mannerisms, shifts in expression, ways they fidget, emotion in their voice, ect.

And someone who is in love will generally show more interest in this particular person's movements, actions, words, and anything in general.

Step 2 -

The character will show more interest in sharing their love language with their lover/crush

Physical touch - People with physical touch love languages may want to hold hands, cuddle, hug, or just lean on their crush whenever they are close to them moreso than they want to with others

Gift giving - Gift givers will want to get more gifts more often for their crush, probably thinking of them whenever they see little trinkets or wanting to get them big gifts for special occasions or signs of appreciation

Acts of Service - Acts of service people will offer to do extra favors and a bunch of extra stuff they don't have to do twice as much as normal

Words of Affirmation - Flattery, they will generally flood their crush with kind words and compliments

Quality time - Quality time people will want to spend time with their crush at almost every turn, and when they want company, will turn to their crush first

Step 3 -

After a while, these urges while become very prominent and more noticeable to the person having them

They may find themselves fantasizing about their crush or having them show up in their thoughts more and more, feeling nicer and happier when they're around, or when they're thinking about them

Smiling when they think about them, cutsey little fluff thingies like that

A crush is essentially: I want to date that, I want to be near that always, I want to marry that, I want that to snuggle me (or other love languages)

Or in simpler terms: if that asked me out, I would say yes (or at least want to say yes if your character is in denial)

Step 4 -

The character's urges to be close to this person grows strong enough that they do smth about it, whether prompted by another character. Or they just don't know I how to not anymore (like when you wanna eat candy and you don't want to, but you do anyway bc I JUST NEED THE CHOCOLATE OKAY?)

(Or for Aro/Ace, garlic bread)

People who are in love are generally very prone to be all dreamy and poetic and VERY EXTREMELY BIASED towards their crush

Then Yada Yada they kiss & shit

You're welcome, BYEEEEEEEE 👋

Happy writing!

Love you! Thanks for reading, And Ghost Tumblr Mother says go drink some water and have a snack, you've earned it, and you are beautiful <333

Have a good day! :]

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[rememberwren]

Thinking about how angry Ghost would be behind the wheel with fem!reader touching yourself in the passenger seat. He’s white-knuckle gripping the steering wheel, jaw tight, probably playing at unaffected but missing by a mile. Reaches out to violently shut off the radio so that he can hear the wet sounds of your fingers slipping against yourself, because he likes the torture, really.

He’s too straight edge to offer assistance (and too self-aware of his own tenuous driving skills to risk your safety), refuses to even look away from the road until he jerks to a stop at a red light. Only then does he turn to take you in spread out in the passenger seat, shirt hiked up over your breasts, hand shoved down the front of your leggings, thighs shaking.

“Light’s green, Simon.”

“I know what it is.”

[starsofang]

simon had a bone to pick with you. a rather big one. why in god’s name were you, his girl, going on a date with johnny? granted, you weren’t exactly his, per se, but you damn sure weren’t anybody else’s.

he wasn’t the jealous type. sure, the thought of you laughing with johnny, kissing johnny, had his blood boiling, his fists tensing with the urge to hit the closest thing, his jaw pulled taut. and maybe he had a knot in his throat and a weight in his chest, but he wasn’t jealous, no.

being jealous meant he felt threatened, and simon was not threatened. you just had to be reminded of who you belonged to, right?

you sure as hell didn’t seem to mind as he plowed into you from behind, his chest to your back, hand curled around your throat while you choked out the most obscene noises he’d ever heard.

johnny was long forgotten from your mind, wiped away so it could be refocused on only simon and the way his cock filled you to the brim, slamming into your g-spot with every angry thrust.

how could you even think that you’re anybody else’s when he’s the only one who can have you creaming on his cock, brain so fucked out you could barely utter a word besides his own name?

he wasn’t jealous. at the end of the day, he knew exactly who you belonged to and whose cock left you dumb.

[wombywoo]

glasgow date 🧡