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[bearlydruid]

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// I haven't written much with them yet, HOWEVER, they have just made my dash better! Not only their head canons and general 'vibe' has just been delightful, but their interactions and writing with the community at large are also great! I stop and read what they write, regardless of the muses or the context. I can't get enough <3

[rhapsodyandwoe]

Astarion casts Otto's Irresistible Dance on him and pushes him into a chasm.

"Wait... what... what are you...! No! This can't be!"

"I am the Exalted Vampire Lord Cazador Szarr! I will Assssssceeeeeend--!"

[rubistella]

( Sinday ask ) Does Astarion hate it when his partners scream during sex? I imagine it hurts his beautiful pointy ears.

@littlestvrs || unprompted

As an agent of chaos, Astarion does find himself enjoying a bit of spice during the act. Especially when his partner starts getting louder they absolutely shouldn’t be doing that. The danger of getting caught only heightens the thrill of it, adding this edge to the mischief he will often orchestrate.

“I mean, so long as it's moaning we're talking about, and not actually screeching... I honestly could do without the auditory assault.”

[cheekylilfiend]

Astarion's pet names for Shovel: on a good day " Cocoa Puff", on a bad day "Stinky Baby.' ( too bad it's mostly bad days with this elf :D)

Shovel doesn’t understand the first nickname, she’s not sure what cocoa is and even less certain what a Puff is supposed to be, but she likes the fond way Astarion says it and he doesn’t seem like he wants to strangle her so it’s a win in her books!

Stinky Baby she likes. She cackles every time he says it and agrees that, yes, she is stinky and yes, she is baby.

[sharransepulchre]

" Flowers are so overrated. They're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. " ( Astarion / Faithless Shadowheart )

❝ perhaps you ' re simply looking to the wrong flowers . ❞ Shadowheart's cold, nearly sultry voice murmurs. It's hardly audible over the distant sound of structures collapsing - of fires being tamed down into low blazes by those who scurried off to begin erecting statues in her name. Work hadn't stopped - and it wouldn't, not until she converts those under false gods to worship at her feet.

Her graceful steps fill the chamber of the decimated Sharran cloister as she approaches Astarion - one of her companions that have been staying with her after control of the Elder brain was seized by her. Each strike of her heel against the previously silent chamber echoes with every step; dominant and present where each step in a previous life was subservient and humble. She steps over to the growth of Night Orchids - short lived, as always.

❝ they ' re simple things , astarion . on their own they can grow , thrive , wilt , die . but , should we nourish them . . . they can become particularly powerful . night orchids bloom in the dark , under the light of the moon , yet wither so soon . to think they manifest under selûne , only to be claimed by shar -- we won ' t need to worry of that anymore . perhaps , of any flower , i am most like this specimen . and you . . . you would be the vida .❞

[sungiftedbard]

@littlestvrs liked this post for a starter! (for Astarion!)

The elven bard had been playing her lyre, but decided to stop on it, spotting the pale elf across at camp. She supposed that in between taking a rest and figuring out where to go next, she might as well get to know her new found companions too. First, starting with him.

Synnove walked up to him, a small smile on her face. "Hi there. I know we got off on the wrong foot the first time we met---" after all, nothing says it like a knife to the throat and a headbutt in response, "but I'm hoping we can be friends. How are you holding up?"

[h8fuckk]

@littlestvrs sent: "I beg your fucking pardon?"

She can hear the sharpness of Astarion’s tone still hanging in the air between them, as cutting as a blade’s edge. His indignant outburst is like music to her ears, a tantalizing symphony of affront and simmering anger. She stands tall, unbothered, her stance regal and defiant, one clawed hand resting lightly on her studded hip, the other tracing the bare skin of her collarbone with languid ease.

❛ You heard me, ❜ she purrs, her voice a silk-slick caress against the heavy night air. Confidence drips from her words, slow and unhurried, like molasses pooling beneath a web. Her long, silver hair, freed from its usual binds, cascades down her spine like liquid moonlight, contrasting with the dark stretch of leathery wings that twitch and adjust behind her——massive, veiny things that cast twisted shadows across the campsite. The firelight flickers across her skin, painting her in warm, infernal hues, though her pale, almost gray complexion gleams like ivory beneath it.

She takes a step forward, slow, deliberate, allowing the hem of her silk nightgown to whisper against her thighs as she moves. The fabric, sheer and small, clings to her like a second skin, accentuating the curves of her devilish body in a way she knows is provocative, a weapon in its own right. Her feet make no sound on the cold ground.

Nepharia tilts her head, examining him like a hunter might observe prey——studious, detached, yet with a flicker of something else beneath. Curiosity, perhaps. Or amusement. She had been watching him for days now, taking in the careful way he built his facade——the sharp, witty barbs, the effortless charm, the air of danger that clung to him like perfume. But beneath all of that, Nepharia could smell the truth. Fear. Desperation. A hunger far deeper than his shallow flirtations would ever suggest.

❛ I believe your desire to be performative, ❜ she continues, her voice as smooth as velvet, low and intimate. She lets her words hang in the air, savoring the way they might press against him, testing the edges of his carefully crafted mask. ❛ You put on a pretty mask, a convincing one even . . . ❜ Her eyes roam over his form, gleaming with a predatory glint. ❛ But I smell no true lust——not for something as superficial as flesh. ❜ Her wings stretch wider behind her, casting even larger, more ominous shadows across the camp, blotting out the stars where they rise toward the sky.

❛ You crave bigger, darker things. ❜ Her gaze sharpens as she speaks, her words dark and deliberate, like the pull of a knife across soft skin. ❛ I like that about you. ❜

Nepharia steps closer still, invading the space between them, her presence dark and palpable. Her voice lowers to a murmur, but the words are still sharp, dripping with dangerous allure. ❛ You want to taste my blood more than you want to taste my flesh, and I can respect that in another creature who hungers for sin. ❜

[bloodedhearts]

"Why would anyone choose me? I mean, there are so many better people out there." (for Shadowheart or Cass )

Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting | @littlestvrs

There's sadness on Cassandra's features for a moment. She's silently looking at him, not sure of what to say. The truth is that she doesn't think Astarion is bad at all. When she thinks of her companions... he's probably the one she relates the most to. She's not even sure of why. She still has no memories of before the nautiloid. And yet... she just seems to know.

"Don't say that. It's not even true." She ends up saying, looking away. She's bad. She killed that bard. Something inside her made Cassandra kill her... for nothing. "I think it's easier to be me with you than with the others." Because Astarion wasn't anrgy at her after Alfira. He never once judged her, just like she never judged him. She didn't purposedly kill that tiefling. But for the others it changed nothing. Maybe she shouldn't have been honest.

[bearlydruid]

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Send ❤️ + a URL and I’ll write something nice about them/their blog! - for @fiendishfinesse

Honestly, what a delight. This is a beautifully written Raphael - I adore not only writing with them (Which I haven't done much of!) BUT I also love reading everything from their headcanons and takes on things to their threads with other characters and Raphael.

Honestly, they have a beautiful take on Raphael and a gorgeous style of writing - I am very happy to have them on my dash!!

[neverhangd]

" If I'm being honest, you're the worst spouse I ever had! " ( Not that Astarion has been married before .. )

Reblog to receive "If I'm being honest. . ." (sender confesses a truth, opinion, or something they've been holding back/hiding.)

“The feeling’s mutual, love,” she replies, loading the single word with contempt and sarcasm. He acts as though she dragged him into this sham marriage—or worse, as if she was the one to even suggest it! If it weren’t for the wriggler in her brain, she’d have cut her losses and split with the ass by now.

Maybe she still will, though probably she ought to murder him before she goes. Just in case his jaw splits open or his skin turns purple.

“And I can at least lie and say I married for beauty, were I asked. The hells have you to say, except to admit some part of the plan?”

[vervainlacedveins]

Your female OCs are so wholesome, and different and unique in their own way! Keep going!

thank you sooo so much! i legit cant express enough how happy this made me feel to receive this <3 you are such a joy and a pleasure to follow and write with. thank you so much for all of your support! <3

@littlestvrs is super amazing and sent in love

[cheekylilfiend]

Gives shovel a smooch for acting dumb.

If quasits could blush, Shovel still wouldn’t be doing it as she stared at the vampire in a mixture of disgust and confusion. What was this!? AFFECTION!? From FANCY PANTS? Was she supposed to be happy about this or insulted? The two emotions were very conflicting for the fiend. “Ugh, leech bag spit,” She grumbled, wiping where he spit before falling to her butt and crossing her arms in protest. Now, finally, the small blush appeared as her little feet’s began to kick, “Illy never gave Shovel kissies before…”

[fcrtnite-a]

starter call  ·  GWENDOLYN & ASTARION.  ·  @littlestvrs

“we’ve never met. how do you know so much about me?”

[bearllydruid]

"No, I'm not tired. Leave me alone." ( Astarion )

Halsin regarded the lithe elf for a moment, a hint of mirth in his gaze. "Rest would do us all some good, Astarion." Halsin said gently. Given the tribulations they'd endured so far, every chance that they had to recover needed to be taken. "Do you hunger, instead? I would be happy to accompany you on a hunt."

[bloodedhearts]

" Have you been thinking about me, my sweet? '', ( Shadowheart )

Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting | @littlestvrs

"I'm not your sweet." Shadowheart replies, frowning. Well, maybe she enjoys teasing him, and maybe that's the true reason behind her answer. "We're traveling together... Of course I'm thinking about you..." She offers him a playful smirk this time. "But also about the others."

[neverhangd]

❝ Ours is a union of duty. You would do well to remember that. ❞ Astarion , Arranged marriage sentences (because.. why not? )

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ* ARRANGED MARRIAGE SENTENCE STARTERS 2.0

Sea glass green eyes cut across from a space over his shoulder right into Astarion’s eyes. There’s the smallest twitch under her eye, a subtle flaring of the nostrils: Anne is about to to blow. It doesn’t take much to raise her ire, but this—the insulting treatment, the impotence of her position as the wife-to-be, the way he looks down his nose as her (metaphorically speaking) at seemingly every chance he gets—this is beginning to enrage her.

“And ye would do well to remember this: ours is a duty with an expiration date.” Til death do us part. “Instead of pushing that date up, were I you, I’d find a way to talk to my wife that weren’t so godsdamned condescending.”