#in my own mother’s games
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thinking abt sambee again. taking fifteen points of psychic damage in the process. but like affectionately
#yes they’re my ocs yes i think about them constantly#what if i was trained/mutated to be a human weapon and lost all sense of my own humanity to the point i started feeling like a puppet#in my own mother’s games#and you were the first person in a while to treat me like a human. like someone to love#what if i became hopelessly devoted to you first out of a sense of obligation#but slowly the fire grows between us#and our friends point out that i don’t look at them the same way i look at you#what if you kissed me outside the boiler room told me not to say you don’t care about me and then shot my mom#what if you freed me of my guilt and the chains it bound me in and i began to feel like a person again#and what if i took the fall for you. what then#UGH they make me sick (i invented them)#reese’s pieces#reese’s ocs#bianca iverson#sam seller#spirit week spoilers#:3
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more people should talk about Rickon stark because wdym he has a soul-bound violent direwolf and he’s living with a wilding woman on an island full of cannibals and unicorns??? and he’s four years old???? Yet the one who lives in a cave with a talking tree is more talked about
#no hate to bran not his fault he’s boring#even his own mother dgaf about him#my boy my tragic tragic boy#we got Jon dying before a rickon chapter#house stark#game of thrones#osha#valyrianscrolls#rickon stark#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#valyrian scrolls#bran stark#catelyn tully#catelyn stark#robb stark#shaggy dog#dire wolf#blabbering
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people bending over backwards to scream Marika never loved Messmer when he alone has more blessings personally bestowed by her than any other demigods combined are so funny to me. also the fact that it's implied he used to live in Leyndell too 😂😂
also she killed an entire god herself and made sure said God is called all manner of names and depict as ugly forever. for him 😂😂
#my problem with the :(( poor Messmer take is that you have to take a lot of INT points off him if you think his devotion is blindly one-side#taking on the crusade taking on all of ppl's scorn and hatred stuck in a faraway land#morgott is at least just minding his own business down below#imagine defending your fav like “he committed massacre because his mother doesnt love him” be serious with me rn#you want a woobified loveless guy i want a guy that did everything for love because he is loved in return#and don't pretend he's forced to impale and be so cruel to the Hornsent#he did all that eye wide open on his own volition because this is a revenge story. because he knew damn well at one point his mother could#have been cut up and put in a jar#why is the ONLY smiling Marika statue in this entire game a statue of her embracing him#why Marika a sole survivor of an entire clan of ppl would not love the own flesh & blood that she got after she just lost her entire family#(to a massacre btw)#make it make sense#“only the kindness of Gold#without Order” i am sorry we do not deserve the banger implication you give us#er brainrot
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Please let Astarion meet Tav's family and have a younger sibling like 6 be like im gonna marry the prince points at Astarion.
Tav : Sorry, im married to the prince
NO IM GONNA MARRY THE PRINCE
That's so fucking cute kill me. But I just realized AFTER I finished it I read this wrong 😭😭 I read it as "marry" instead of "married" so whoops now it's an asking for your hand in marriage fic.
Also, I'm going to make this a weird little, unofficial, alternate reality, off shoot of this fic to explain away why Astarion can be in the sun without ascending because I am ~lazy~
Quick summary if you didn't read it, Tav serves Selune, gets a blessing for all the good work, and uses it to cure the anti-light issue of the vampirism (but not all of it). It's not a literal extension of that fic but I'm stealing my own plot explanations. That's it! Now here we go:
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Astarion wasn't nervous per se. He was just... on edge. And the two-week journey it took to get here wasn't helping things, not when it gave him so much time to ruminate in his thoughts. He never expected to be in the position of "meeting the family," let alone in anticipation for asking for someone's hand in marriage.
Astarion wasn't even quite sure how his life got here. He had always fantasized that a life without Cazador would be one of selfish hedonism, not one where he would be legitimately concerned about a damn six year old sibling's first impression of him.
But then you came along, effortlessly shattering all of his grandiose plans with a batt of your eyelashes. Perhaps the entire journey of falling in love was more complicated, but it felt like it was that simple. In hindsight, he never stood a chance against you, but it was hilarious that there was a time he ever thought he did.
All of his prior dreams and fantasies felt like nothing in comparison to just being with you. It had been a year since you both saved the Sword Coast, a beautiful, fantastic year. That had ended with him somehow more in love with you now than when he first confessed. Selune's blessing had certainly helped with that he was sure. He still couldn't quite believe that you would use a god's blessing on him of all people, but gods, was he appreciative. Because being able to walk in the sun again meant that he could live the life he wanted, with no restrictions. He could be the partner you deserved, the kind that a father would happily say yes to when asking for your hand.
Which brought him back to his current dilemma. Perhaps he hadn't seen any of your family members in the time you'd been together, but he had heard plenty. You loved them all to death, especially your little sister. You wrote to them constantly, the mere sight of a letter from your parents enough to put you in a great mood for the rest of the day. He was aware that your mother was supposedly a saint, a fact that your own father had instilled in you often. He knew that they had a wonderful, loving marriage and were both higher ups in the Church of Selune. A fact that Astarion didn't particularly enjoy.
As grateful to the moon goddess as he was, he was aware that you were an expectation to the very normal belief that vampires were bad. And that marrying one was one of the stupidest things you could ever do from an average person's perspective, let alone a Selunite.
Why you hadn't done the smart thing and lied about what he was, Astarion would never know. But he did know that the thought of their rejection over his admittedly sordid history was putting him in a tailspin.
"They're going to love you," You said for the hundredth time, giving his hand a squeeze as you led him up the steps to your childhood home, "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart. I promise."
Astarion highly doubted that, but you were already knocking on the front door before he had a chance to argue. The door instantly slammed open, a beaming child already launching themselves at you before Astarion could process what was happening.
But you were more prepared them he was. You effortlessly caught them in your arms, laughing at their excited shouting, "Titi! You're late!"
So this was the famous Arabeth.
"No, I'm not!" You laughed as you settled her on your hip, "And what happened to my little girl's manners huh? You haven't even introduced yourself yet."
The child glanced over at him, like she was just realizing for the first time that someone else was standing over there. She looked a little shocked at the sight of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Wide enough for Astarion to start to wonder if something was on his face.
He gave her a little wave only for her to bury her face into your shoulder, peeking out at him with her lips pursed. Which was not the best start to the whole making his darling's family actually like him plan.
"Well, as you've probably guessed this is Arabeth. She's just a little shy," You reassured as you stepped inside, muttering a quick invitation inside under your breath. He appreciated that, he didn't need the whole house to be reminded of his... limitations.
"But she'll get over it soon enough," You continued as you called into the house, "Mom? Dad? We're here!"
And just like that they were rushing into the room, acting just as excited as your sister had been. Your mother wasted no time in smothering your face with kisses while your father swept you up into a hug. It was a rather impressive display of coordination, considering how they hadn't managed to knock you and your sister to the floor in the process. Astarion was pretty sure they were both saying something along the lines of We missed you! But it was hard to tell with all of you so tangled up in each other.
It was heartwarming to see, in all honestly. Of course such a loving person would come from an equally loving family, what else would he expect?
Though he certainly hadn't been expecting for your mother to throw her arms around him next. She brought him into a tight hug before looking him up and down, "So you're Astarion huh?"
She turned back to you, grinning ear to ear with her hands set on Astarion's shoulders, "He's so handsome! Selune help us, do you remember the last boy you brought home? He had a nose the length of my arm-"
"And that's enough of that," You said with a strained laugh, pulling your eccentric mother back a few inches, "And we've talked about the impromptu hugs. What happened to asking for permission?"
"Sorry, sorry!" She said with a wave of her hand, "Let me try again. I'm Seliras, and this is my husband-"
"Marcoul," Your father interrupted, putting his hand out for Astarion to shake, "It's been awhile since we've met a boyfriend."
"He's a little more than that," You said with a sigh as everyone exchanged pleasantries.
"We'll be the judge of that," Marcoul said with a sharp but friendly grin, the grip he had on Astarion's hand briefly tightening before he let go, "From what we've heard, you're quite the character aren't you?"
Ah, so the interrogating was starting early then. It was nothing that Astarion hadn't expected. Besides, turning up the charm was his strong suit, even when he was uncharacteristically nervous.
Astarion smiled back at him, "You've heard right. And I'm more than happy to answer any questions you might have."
"Oh gods please don't say that," You groaned, but it was too late. Your parents were already leading him to sit, rapid-fire questions coming out of their mouth.
Where are you from? How did you meet? Are you serious about our Tav? What's your religion? Where's your family? What are your plans?
But Astarion answered them all, with only mild censorship for the child's sake. The child who suddenly couldn't stop staring at him. It wasn't exactly easy to sell himself as a future husband when he was a vampiric ex-slave, but he made do.
It was an overwhelming experience to say the least, but not necessarily an unpleasant one. That was one good thing about trying to marry into a family of zealots, it was a lot easier to convince them of your virtue when you received a personal blessing from their goddess.
By the end of the night, they were all throughly appeased, enough so to get off the topic of him for a moment.
"You look a little young to have a thirty-year old child," Astarion said to your mother. He was actively trying to compliment her for obvious reasons, but he was also genuinely curious. She barely looked a day over 40.
"Oh we breed young," She said with a laugh, "We had Tav in our teenage years. Arabeth came much, much later. Our favorite little surprise. Gods, I can't think of a single person in our family who didn't have kids young. Our little Tav is the only exception to the rule."
"But maybe not for much longer, huh?" Marcoul added with a grin, yelping when you lightly smacked him over the head for the comment.
"Do not start the kid talk again!" You hissed out, cheeks red, "We've talked about this!"
Astarion couldn't help but grin at your reaction, charmed by your embarrassment. Though... the idea of the two of you having children together sure was an interesting thought.
Astarion felt a tug on his sleeve while you were distracted arguing with your parents. He turned, smiling when he saw your little sister standing there, still staring at him with wide-eyes.
She took a deep breath before blurting out, "You look like a prince. Are you?"
"Not exactly," Astarion said with a small laugh. That couldn't be further from the truth, "There's no blue blood in my veins."
She frowned, cocking her head at him like he wasn't making any sense. But then an idea obviously struck her as she excitedly asked, "But if you married a princess, then you'd become a prince too. Right?"
"I suppose?" Astarion answered with a shrug.
"So if I become a princess, and I marry you, then you'll be a prince?"
This conversation was quickly becoming out of his depth. But luckily enough for him you were swooping in to save him.
You laughed at her question, turning your attention back to the two of them, "No offense Bethy, but I'm going to be the one marrying this particular prince."
But Arabeth wasn't having it. She crossed her arms, looking at you like she was the one talking to a child, "You can't. Because if I don't marry him, he won't be a prince. So there. I have to do it."
She looked so serious, her facial expressions incredibly similar to your own. Astarion was holding back a loud laugh as you tried and failed to reason with her, "I can marry him without the royal status-"
"No! I'm marrying the prince!"
Your parents were doing a much worse job at hiding their reactions, both of them opening giggling behind their hands as you came up with a compromise.
"Okay, okay," You said with a sigh, kneeling down to look the small girl in the eye, "How about this? I marry him first. But only until you become a princess. Then he's all yours. Sound fair?"
She thought about it for a moment before nodding to herself, "Sounds fair."
Well Astarion wasn't going to get a better set-up then that. He turned to your father, his nerves coming back for a brief appearance, "I'm assuming now might be a good time to ask what I came here to ask. Though I do promise I only intending on asking for one of your children's hand in marriage."
Marcoul nodded slowly, his face unreadable as he spoke, "I mean no offense when I say this Astarion, but you aren't exactly who I imagined for my daughter."
"Dad don't-"
"Darling, let him finish," Astarion gently interrupted, his eyes still locked with your father's.
He took a deep breathe before continuing, "That said, I've never seen her so... herself with someone else before. So yes. The two of you can marry. On one condition."
"Anything," Astarion said instantly, nearly giddy at the fact that he was so close to the official yes, "Just name it."
"You have to have the wedding here," Seliras answered for him, a massive smile on her face, "No ifs, ands, or buts."
"And I get to be flower girl!" Arabeth chimed in, her past indignation completely forgotten as she climbed all over you, "And there has to be chocolate cake!"
"Oh gods, help us," You groaned, but Astarion was already nodding along. He couldn't give less than two shits where it happened or who was involved. He could scarcely believe that it was happening at all. But that was the last thing he had needed.
He already had the ring, the most amazing person he could ever fathom being with. Who actually wanted him back.
Now all he had to do was ask.
#astarion#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#baldur's gate 3#ascended astarion#astarion ancunin#im getting a little meta with these story lines y'all#this mother is half based off my own lol#i was thinking oh gosh am i making him ooc with all of this fluff?#reload my astarion romance save and remember no#the boy really does get down that bad#I literally got the thing in the game where he shits on you SO hard with that prince line so this is cathartic#i have like a fucking marriage/wedding/proposal kink or something man#I hate the reality of it honestly#all of it#but the fantasy has me in it's jaws#chomp chomp#seven more to go!#this one was a little out of my element but like i guess thats the point of the exercise of asks#right?
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It makes me sad most fanart of Miranda has her drawn with long hair. Hate Resident Lover for making that the popular interpretation. Yes she has long hair in that old photograph of her with Eva but that was the past. WHERE IS THE LOVE FOR CANON SHORT-HAIR MIRANDA?!?!?
Apparently I need to double down on drawing her without her habit to make up for the massive lack of short-hair Miranda art out there.
#you're entitled to your own preference and my preference is SHORT HAIR QUEEN!!!!#I dislike RL for a long list of reasons but the fact everyone thinks Miranda has long hair because of that game is top of the list#Breaking my silence finally. So what.#mother miranda
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I know the full arsenal update is out and hype for that but I just found the gutterman's poem in 7-2 and I HAVE to type about it because its night where I am and I cant wake up my friends to rant about Ultrakill.
Anyway, absolutely indescribable how we have the thoughts of a machine just laid bear in a secret for the first and maybe last time. The fact that a machine made for merciless slaughter could not only feel sadness for the person powering it but also WRITE a POEM? A machine made art??? The knowledge that they understand how cruel it is to make a human a blood battery, recognize it as torture, but also feel gratitude for the life they've been given?? It was known that machines had a sense of aesthetic from Swordsmachine and Mindflayer's entries but. Goddamn. The gutterman refers to the human as their mother and it states it CRIED when it crushed her skull as it hoped it would redeem its life.
Also the excerpt, "I know I know you would hate me so, and mother of me, I do too." Does this mean the Gutterman hated itself as much as the human? Did it hate the human instead along with the feelings of love and gratitude? Probably the former. Gutterman angst is so in.
V2's mannerisms and Swordsmachine's data entry are intresting, but a gutterman's eulogy for its prisoner and its attempt at redemption is another level. Actual machine thought process recorded!! Sapient lifeform that knows only war and death! The fact that the gutterman crushing the human's skull seemed to be out of mercy. Ough.
Noone has to interact I havent proof read this I am just RANTING this is CRAZY HAKITA HOW COULD YOU AND THE TEAM DO THIS
#ultrakill#gutterman#I dont post my own things like. ever. But I NEEDED to get this off my chest or something Very Normal was gonna happen (I would explode)#midnight ranting. why does the blood bot on hell game do this. they cant keep getting away with it.#i dont even know if the human was a woman in a literal 'mother' sense but I think the gutterman was being metaphorical since yknow#the final part of the poem reads that the human's final thoughts left long ago so Im not even sure if it was a mercy kill#or the human died in the coffin and the gutterman tried to atone by crushing the head post mortem
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#mother cognitive dissonance#mother cogdis#giegue#niiue#been listening to ghosts in flight all day#its such a good ost . they did an amazing job#how i feel like rn being hyperfixated on a game that is FIFTEEN YEARS OLD#CURSE OF NO CONTENT ANYWHERE#forced to make my own content but its ok . that means i can do whatever i want 🫶#love and peace 🤞
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ned and cat’s breeding kink being on full display in agot is actually a bigger threat than the others
#dreaming about having another son in the middle of the throne room ned BE CALM#cat fantasizing about getting pregnant in the middle of sex mother you’ve already got 5#i stole this from my own twitter account#ned stark#catelyn tully#catelyn stark#asoiaf#valyrianscrolls#game of thrones#agot
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I like the didney game. Haven’t played it in months
#disney dreamlight valley#dreamlight valley#dreamlight valley spoilers#dreamlight valley oc#goofy#disney goofy#minnie#minnie mouse#mother gothel#the forgotten#the game is stupid and obviously cashing in on the cozy sim trend#but fuck you I like building lore from where there isn’t a lot#perfect game to visualize my own issues lmo#lmao
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bruh. this is so considerate im😭😭😭
#im so unwell pls😭😭😭#not even my own mother would do this for me💀💀#they r one in the same#dnp#dan and phil#phandom#dapg#daniel howell#danisnotonfire#amazingphil#phil lester#phan#dan and phil games#dip and pip#dnpg
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Theon + Survival Horror (2/?)
#valyrianscrolls#theon greyjoy#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#twoweeksoftheon#*asoiaf#two of my favourite things!#re reading clash and dance back to back i was struck by the gentleness of theon's attitude w jeyne p that's almost motherly to me#and then i thought about the fact that despite everything he was once a scared child missing his mother#and that the person he seems to relate to the most *is* a scared child who is a prisoner#and that he refers to her as a child the very first time he sees her again in dance#a child the adults in power are using to their own ends#it makes me iiiiiiiiiiih#the cycle is cycling you know#the games are haunting ground SH2 and rule of rose btw#*ths
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whyyyy do people think Ratonhnhaké:ton is just like Haytham when he’s quite literally the spitting image of Ziio in both appearance and attitude
#like. replaying the game is reminding me of stuff#how ziio was the only one of her tribe to take action against colonial threats#because her tribe wanted to remain neutral#but she was like we cant afford to do that because theyre coming for us#which is why she said Myself when haytham asked who she was fighting for that one mission#shes here doing work on her own volition because she knows she has to#and ratonhnhaketon does…the exact same thing#because he is his mother my GOD he is his mother#connor kenway#ac3
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From the fool who added handwritten notes on a non-fiction book of which the translation was lacking in useful context, we now present translating the entirety of the epic musical because my non english speaking family NEEDs to know how good this is by a writing point of view. And yes as you can tell I am that fool.
#do i have the knowledge and skills to do so? no#am i doing it anyway yes#i am actually struggling less than expected#a few sentences aren't as pretty but who cares the message is there#i am indeed realizing i don't know my own language because sometimes i just look at my laptop for 5 minutes before#figuring out what the proper italian word for a certain concept is#i know for a fact i will regret all my choices once i get to thunder bringer because how the fuck will i translate the word plays#this is an interesting past time tho and i am actually having fun#will update you both on the process and on what my parents will actually think of the lyrics#my dad is severly obsessed but i knew he would since he is the cause for my own obsession with the odyssey#and my beloved mother was easy to corrupt bc she loves a deep singing voice so i had to make her listen to thunder bringer once#when god games comes out we'll both die right there and then i believe#cris speaks#the---hermit
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we sang in the aeroplane over the sea tgth ☆
#27% circle line with a lovely friend of mine rail tracks screeching etc etc u know the usual. im just gonna write down memories#a few weeks ago my friend read thus spoke zarathustra by the fire to the music she was dancing it was her silhouette#against the flashlight lit up gold and royal blues and tiger's silk i tried not to fall in love with her. in bordeaux we searched#for pomegranates he sent her 300 quid by the beach she cut it open with a knife her hand covered in red we each had a taste of her work#sweet red wet the sweetest grit. too barely clothed to go into the cliffside church they painted my eyes we painted hers#8 shots of gin she screamed joyfully IT'S ALIVE! at the book she said become the child i said i feel like a monster she said i was insane#i tried to believe her. fortified wine and later a red pen crossword defiled by humidity her hair in my hands two king sized beds#pushed next to each other she took her top off she told us to watch her arms raised up the musculature on her back was precise cut from#marble we saw oceans we saw the birds take cold baths the midnight sun over a wasp-infested pool our chemicals in their bodies#gold flakes dark skin gold cross shoulders against mine drawing some form of each other on the train i didn't hesitate#to say her eyes were beautiful over and over monks at the soapshop with titanium credit cards i loved you like i loved no other#he tied his hair up and walked us into the river he held a bullet between his lips i never held his hand he said what an honour#you own too much capital your mother thinks i'm a natural i realised i haven't told my mother i loved her in years she's always been mother#never mom i'll watch you watch seaweeds this is terminal akrasia i'll feel your fingers smear perfume on my lips your girlfriend grins#bite into the straw take the shot hold my hand get it all wrong draw in the sand kiss him right stab through leather shower in chlorine#you're the determinable vicissitude is all yours we won the Game AND the Battle AND the War i'm proud of you like crazy we feed each other#saffron cliffside lovers well-fallen brothers fat cats blue windows southwest sun ALife SynBio design aXAA grow us a city in silico#we've grown to the ends of glee fire-jumper ocean-eater sure-footed lists on lists hands on eyelids не устану искать тебя#...anyway ive put my face on this blog b4 but hiii again#feel free to rb btw the rants r not personal
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Yennefer of Vengerberg in The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt (opening cinematic)
#the witcher 3#yennefer of vengerberg#yennefer#the witcher 3 wild hunt#the witcher 3: wild hunt#the witcher#the witcher games#tw3 yennefer#the witcher 3 edit#tw3edit#gamingedit#wild hunt#flashing gif#my stuff#my gifs#that's mother#currently in my “i should replay every game i own" era
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i think i officially set my sights on a therapist and i'll be contacting her very soon?? therapy was legitimately not on my 2024 bingo card (or in the cards for me at all) but here we are????
#this blog always had a focus on social science and detangling feelings and experiences. like it's basically been serving as my diary#bc this blog has always been my main outlet for it. i hate talking feelings to anyone irl. it's a bad habit but i hate it#so it was a game changer and helped me grow up sooo much. esp supplemented w other people's experiences.#being raised by a stoic engineer mother who's very much warm but also not very good at feelings at times has caused me to suppress SO much#compounded w being the eldest daughter. like that is a damning sentence in and of itself#tumblr just gave me an outlet for stuff like this. and every social media is essentially a highlight reel of ppl's best moments.#tumblr is the opposite. i've always loved that too whether it was in the form of humor or more earnest posts#could i work through my own issues by myself? yes probably#and my blog will always have that facet even if i get a therapist#but a therapist's input. just a professional's input. will expedite a lot of improvement for me i think#this has been a critical time period for me anyway bc i'm budgeting my whole schedule for once vs being handheld by uni deadlines#and it's just gonna keep getting more and more intense from here bc i'm truly pushing my comfort zone more than ever before#it just feels like the right call even tho i'm lowkey nervous ab it bc i HATE talking feelings in person.#this therapist will not fall for my trying to deflect by asking her about her life. which. usually works on my friends <3#we will see. a therapy arc is coming very soon basically#p
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