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When your enrichment’s too scary…..
#those losers never got in even though they love to swim in their exhibit pond#might try to make a makeshift staircase for it next time#african painted dog#african wild dog#work tag#video
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mlem 👅
#sonadow#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#shadows makeshift spa day where sonic does his best to groom him#his technique may be questionable but it is filled with love!!!#dont worry shadow is very happy and content with the arrangement he is just. not honest#if u squint you can see that he is happy :3#hedgehog bonding!!#i have a complimentary reverse piece that im working on as well hehehe#my art
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LOVE YOUR SCRAP BABY DESIGN
IM SO GLAD YALL LIKED HER!!
#ask reply#I was so proud with how she came out#so it’s nice to see so many of yall agreed she was rad!!#tbh scrap baby’s design grew on me over time#I wasn’t sold immediately but the more I saw her the more I just loved the look#just the way she gave herself skates to the makeshift crown#the spiked hair and huge claw#gives off such ‘it’s not a phase mom!’ /pos vibes#super cute super cool love her
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too sweet (astarion ancunin x reader)
"you know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain. pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. [...] you're too sweet for me."
summary: astarion realizes you're too sweet for him, and he probably shouldn't let this go further than necessary. but, oh, he's going to. isn't he? (based on this request and the song 'too sweet' by hozier <3)
pairing: astarion ancunin x gn!reader
warnings: spoilers for games regarding camp dialogue with astarion, discussion of astarion's past trauma, talks of self-loathing/disgust with sex, vague mentions & allusions to sex having been had, manipulation at it's finest! minors dni.
wc: 2k+
a/n: i just wanted to get inside this man's mind when he drops that fucking line the second time he tries to sleep with us/tav. why does his face fall like that? why?
divider by @firefly-graphics <3
As Astarion observes the rise and fall of your chest in the soft morning light, he can only think one thing: shit. He fucked up.
And he had spent most of the early hours trying to retrace his steps, trying to decipher exactly where his monumental mistake had begun, but it seemed useless.
It could have been somewhere between the first and third bottle of wine shared with you last night during festivities, where he’d sweet-talked you to the high Hells until you’d agreed to return to his bedroll in the dead of night. Where he’d made the joke that wasn’t all that funny – the joke that he loved you. Three pretty words tried out on his tongue, and they hadn’t been nearly as light-hearted as he’d wanted them to be. More of an experiment, a quick sip to see if he liked the taste. And he had fucked up, because he did like the taste. He liked the sweetness that stuck to every corner of his mouth as he delivered the sugar-coated lie to you, his entire face falling as a new weight appeared in his chest.
But perhaps it had been the first night he tasted you – well, your blood, that is. The night he’d awoken from a nightmare of Cazador and in his vulnerability, had chosen you as his victim of yet another experiment. A test to see if he was truly free. One drop of a thinking creature’s blood, that was all he needed. But you’d given more than he’d bargained for, and your cloy ichor had coated his taste buds so addictively, and he had just known that night was only the beginning. It was the first time, but certainly not the last.
He thinks he could drink in whatever you offered him, and only that, for the rest of his days while still finding some sickly, twisted version of reprieve regardless. Not a drop more than he needed, always vying for more.
He’d be okay with that type of hunger, that type of yearning, and that might have been his first real mistake.
Or maybe, just possibly, it had been that very first meeting. Maybe he had doomed himself from the moment he’d pressed a blade to your neck, when he had dragged you to the ground with him and felt all that warmth, all that fear, radiating off of you. So frightful, and you still had offered your help to him when it was all said and done. Perhaps that was when he had well and truly screwed himself over. One simple introduction, void of his usual wine and flowers, and he’d locked himself in for pure trouble.
Not even the fun kind, at that. What a shame.
At the end of the day, or rather the beginning of the day as it is now, it doesn’t matter where his threads had started to unravel. All that matters is that they were – every carefully thought out line of his plans had all frayed, all detangled from the bigger picture, all because of you.
Heart of gold, blood of honey. You were far too sweet for him, and he knew it.
“Having fun, are you?”
“I am, it’s hard not to with you.”
You’d taken each of his tactics in stride, hadn’t you? Whereas his face had nearly crumbled beneath the weight of that beautiful lie, insides twisting uncomfortable as the humor had slipped through his fingers, your eyes had only glittered as you bit back a smirk. To so lightly tease him, to banter right back with him, instead of see the truth behind it all. He didn’t know if you were simply that naive or if you were another kindred soul – Perhaps you were finding just as much safety, just as much sanctuary, in whatever dance he’d dragged you into. An entanglement of lies, a blithe facade, a daring smile that whispers come now, play with me.
And play with him, you had.
You’d played with him, you’d drank with him, and you’d now slept with him. Twice.
“You’re up early,” your voice murmurs, silken tone cutting through all his racing thoughts.
He hadn’t even noticed you had stirred, rousing yourself out from underneath his stolen blankets to peer at him curiously as he perched on the edge of the bedroll. As far from you, and as far from your sweetness, as possible.
“Oh, you know what they say, my dear,” he chirps, rolling his shoulders as the act wraps him back up. The charismatic charmer. The illusive rogue, trained impeccably to coax you in and secure his safety, “No rest for the wicked.”
He’d awoken before you last time, too. Had watched the sun rise and enjoyed the warmth of it plastering across his skin long before you’d ever woken up. He half-hopes you’ll be less talkative this time; he half-hopes you’ll try to rope him into whatever discussion you can, if only for a few extra seconds of your attention.
You were too sweet. Too sugary on his tongue, too soothing in his chest. He shouldn’t entertain you – he shouldn’t let this go further than necessary.
You hum thoughtfully, the blanket slipping and exposing more of your chest. With the light flickering in from his tent’s entrance, he can easily spot those two scarring dots along your jugular where his fangs fit perfectly, “I don’t know if I’d describe you as wicked, lover.”
“No?” Roped into discussion, it is. “How would you describe me then?”
He’s not comfortable in this lighting. He feels feverish beneath your steady stare, the way your eyes take their time as you look over every inch of him. The languid observation has him convinced you’re seeing right through him – your glance can pierce right through all his armor and expose every flaw. You see him for the monster he is, you see him for the bitter soul he’s become, you see him as the unworthy spawn he believes himself to be.
He almost swears that you even see right through his nice, simple plan at hand, not so easily fooled as he had believed you to be.
“Charming, certainly,” you suddenly sigh, sitting up and keeping your body mostly covered still with that knitted blanket. He’d only snagged it because the shade of the wool nearly matched your eyes – not that he was paying attention to your eyes, of course, “But then again, you’d have to be to have bedded me twice now, wouldn’t you?”
“We can always make it thrice,” he banters back, ignoring the bile that builds at the insinuation. But if that’s what it takes – laying on his back over and over again – to guarantee your protection, he’ll do it. He’d do it a thousand times over to keep himself as far away from Cazador’s chokehold as possible, “Does that entice you, love?”
When he turns his body fully, beginning a carefully and calculated crawl up the bed roll, ready to slot his body back between your thighs and encourage you to have his way with him, you stop him. The heel of your foot delicately presses against his chest, your head tilted curiously before you shake it.
“Who’s the eager pup now, Astarion?”
He likes the way his name drips off your tongue. Almost as if he might be made of the same sugar and spice as you, the same pure honey flowing through your veins also inhabiting his. You say it like a song, articulate it like the sweetest fruit.
He shouldn’t like it. It shouldn’t be able to overpower his lingering disgust with himself so easily.
“It’s hard not to be eager when it comes to you,” he says the line with good practice, beckoning a purr to his tone that had always won over the victims he’d entrap in dark taverns back in the city, “I said the Gods had made you just to ruin me, and I meant it.”
He’d meant it more than he’d realized. It wasn’t just your body that had been sculpted to draw him in – it was everything. Your entire aura, your entire glacé demeanor. All that innocence and all that geniality enticed him more than he could ever admit. You were certainly going to ruin him, so wholly and so entirely. You’d already started to, really.
You don’t respond at first, and he swears he has you. You’re locked in on his distraction, caught up in his web, just as he needs you to be. One lithe hand lifts to your ankle, cool fingers wrapping around your warm skin as he begins to lower his lips, ready to pepper kisses up your leg. Prepared to offer you his mouth, his body, in return for the one thing he needs. Self-loathing be damned.
Old habits die hard, right along with pride, and he’s not quite ready to bury either at your grave yet.
But just as he presses the first chaste kiss to your skin, nearly taken back by how your sweetness still breaks through the salty surface, you’re pulling the limb away from him. Your knee draws back and a disarming smile has risen on your cheeks, eyes glittering at him just as they had the night before.
“I suppose I’ll have to come find you when everyone is asleep, then.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
What exactly had he been waiting for? You, of course. But had he been waiting for you to find him solely for what had transpired? To explore your portfolios of talents once more, as he had put it? Or had it been for something more… precarious?
Was he nothing more than a prey, waiting for you to be his demise?
Had he actually been waiting for this?
The challenging look in your eyes as they reflected back stars, the warmth of your skin so close to him he nearly melts into you. The upturn of the corners of your mouth, outlining the way you certainly know something that he doesn’t. A look you wear well, a look that shakes his foundations and rattles his bones.
“As tempting as you are, I’ll have to decline. Duty calls, as they say.”
Can you see right through him?
He should be more deflated when you start going through the motions; he should be pouting or overthinking it all as he watches you gather your clothes once more, covering up the few bite marks of his that litter your skin. Every moment you prepare to leave his tent should be one spent overthinking where he’d gone wrong – why didn’t you want him? Was his plan even going to work?
Were you truly too sweet for him? Would he have been better off trying to romance the likes of Gale for the safety just shy of his grasp now?
He doesn’t, though. For once, his mind is quiet as he watches you patter about. The bile retreats, the disgust fades. For the first time in a very long time, Astarion is leaving this interaction not feeling used.
Maybe it’s in the way you cheekily snatch one of his shirts as you both pretend he doesn’t notice it, or maybe it’s in the gentle caress of your fingers through his hair as you pass him to pick back up your discarded weapon. Maybe it’s in every shy glance you offer him, or maybe it’s in your ever present grin.
Watching you leave should worry him, but it only feels like a breath of fresh air. A wind that comes sweeping in with the promise of next time just as you pull back the flap to his tent.
And he hadn’t realized he’d been waiting patiently for you to turn back to him until you do just this, offering him one final glance that sets him aflame, “Oh, and before I forget – you can feed on me tonight, if you need to.”
Heart of gold, blood of honey. He couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.
“Then I’ll see your delicious self tonight,” he takes a pause, one big and unnecessary breath filling his chest alongside that warmth you bring to him. The fearless leader, the kindest soul. His most apt nickname for you yet falls off his lips in a content sigh, “My sweet.”
He shouldn’t entertain you – he shouldn’t let this go further than necessary.
But he’s going to. Gods, he is going to.
After all, the sweetest fruits always fall from the most forbidden branches, do they not?
#ghost's stories#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion x tav#astarion fanfic#bg3#god i fucking love this song#idk why i really like the heart of gold blood of honey line#when i wrote it it really scratched an itch in my brain? it's probably stupid#no taglist except for reblogging on my makeshift tagging blog because i still have been too lazy to add astarion to the options#womp womp
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one of my favorite bits from the airplane extra is when sqh is visiting qing jing peak and the sECOND sqq is back, luo binghe tackle hugs him so hard that sqq stumbles back a bit. ZERO decorum zero caring about another peak lord being present fully knowing he can get away with it shizun-hug
its just so cute. i love this for binghe
#svsss#its also so funny to me bc in the main book you have that flashback scene of lbh crashing into sqq's arms during practice#as like a makeshift hug#and you think to yourself oh this is what he had to do to sneak in affection that makes sense#and then the extra hits you across the face like no actually luo binghe could get away with literally anything he wanted#including tacklehugging his shizun and then hanging off his arm#i love him so much
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More Peri doodles<3
ft. Bonus Hazel and Dev :)
#human form peri uses forearm crutches TO ME#keep debating on what my personal peri human design would be#but#he definitely uses forearm crutches#it's real and true to me#also peri definitely floats around using his cane/scepter as a makeshift seat fight me#think witches broom almost#guys i need a second season#i love these goobers so muchhhhhhh#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents#fairly oddparents a new wish#hazel wells#dev dimmadome#peri fairywinkle cosma
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If there's one thing that's true about Ed Teach, it's that he's going to find himself a nice blanket to hide under when he's upset.
#emynn.op#OFMD#Edward Teach#OFMD Spoilers#OFMD S2 Spoilers#the blanket fort#makeshift blanket fort in 2x04#even taking Stede's battle jacket into the bathtub in 1x06!#man just loves himself a security blanket#and GOOD FOR HIM!!!!
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Sir Kyroo
#kingdom hearts dream drop distance#khddd#dream eaters#sir kyroo#my gif#my favorite of the frogs!#i love its wings and how they even have those suction cups that are found on its feet#big fan of its makeshift gear with the lily pad shield and a sword made out of some kind of water reed#it's super charming i love this lil guy#i don't even know if there's a reason it has wings like if there's some kind of folklore i'm unaware of but i like it anyway
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Psych incorrect quotes: a series (cont.🎶🆎👴🏻)
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Shawn: *humming* If you like Pina Coladas~
Gus: Shawn. Focus. Dead body, remember?
Shawn: right
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Shawn: I can spell.
Lassiter: Okay then, spell sometimes
Shawn: huh
Lassiter: Spell. Sometimes.
Shawn: okay
Shawn: S
Lassiter: alright
Shawn: U
Lassiter: wrong
Shawn: what
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Random teenager: Oh please, what are you, thirty?
Shawn: pfft what? No, I’m not- yeah okay, I’m thirty.
#dyslexic Shawn hc I love you#also: more b99? in MY psych incorrect quotes? MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK#I really need to watch this show if I’m gonna keep using it as a makeshift incorrect quote generator#psych#shawn spencer#burton guster#carlton lassiter#psych 2006#psych usa#psychusa#psych tv#psych tv show#psych show#psych incorrect quotes#incorrect psych quotes#incorrect quotes psych#toast tries to talk
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small headcanon time
a small unnamed tomb emerges alongside the rest of beloved named ones in cang qiong. no one knows who made it, no one knows whose body is in there. the only two people seen praying to it couldn't be more different.
one of them is shang qinghua, who more than pray he prefers to look at it. he doesnt talk, most of the times he pours it baijiu or just eye it intensely.
the other person who has been seen praying to it is yue qingyuan, who, in comparison, prays intensely, reciting sutras sometimes. he cries and touches it and kneels and suffers until he has no more tears.
they dont visit often. they sometimes are seen together at it.
when shen qingqiu asked qinghua over the meaning of that tomb, qinghua just shrugs and says "it has no name bro, could be whoever you want to"
#svsss#svsss au#shen yuan#shen qingqiu#shang qinghua#yue qingyuan#scum villian self saving system#scum villain#in the extras i feel that sqh is andhas always felt a bit guilty over sj death and non reincarnation#he is the one who does the makeshift tomb#and once or twice a year he visits it hoping for a kinder world for sj as he was unable to change his destiny at all#he does love his children after all
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💙💙
#tmnt#tmnt mutant mayhem#mutant mayhem#tmnt redline#tmntredline#mutant mayhem leonardo#redline leonardo#rl leo#my art#i just love that our iteration and the new one share makeshift weapons#i think these two would get along#stressed out big bros
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MARK — 'POISON (모래성)' TRACK VIDEO
#nct#nct dream#nctinc#kpopco#malegroupsnet#ultkpopnetwork#dailybg#mark#dream#*stuff#*gifs#*nct#coloring this was a nightmare and idk if i even like it ive been staring at it too long i cant judge it accurately anymore lol#love when they stick a kpop boy in a makeshift flower field tho good stuff
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Ishmael death stranding au stuff I was cooking. Also a faust kromer and Before team Ishmael doodle.
#bart#ishmael limbus company#ishmael lcb#limbus company#faust limbus company#faust lcb#i love the death stranding au already it itches my brain#im just trying to decide to give ishmael a bridge baby or not because i feel like she wouldn't really need it even though its recommended#i think she can see the beached stuff just fine#so no bridge baby mayhaps?#death stranding au ishmael is fucking amazing at traversing all the deteriorating shit shes a god at that#but the second you get Ishmael on solid flat ground that dosent move and she goes too fast shes going flat on her face#shes a lone courier who just runs around n shit#she also has a high lebel of dooms and has been GRAPPLED by bts so she just kinda looks fucked up#but shes damn good at delivering and taking corpses to the incinerators#might make a small makeshift comic about it actually#because i yearn to make ishmael speak i yearn for it#you ishmael likers i hope you trust me w this mission#do i have to tag project moon?#nah i dont bc i dont have the ability to stare at a wall for that long to type it out#just kidding i do!#project moon#im gonna makie this old woman say skibidi unironically(LIE)
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Actually can't believe they'll give us an episode like Rookies and show us rishi outpost and not tell us every single detail of each clone on the damned moon like-
#op is actually losing it#ik i need to read more comics to get a wider understanding of a ton of the clones but like#must they tease us so-#i am verging on rabid#takes a deep breath#pls tell me you get it#star wars#the clone wars#the bad batch#clone headcanons#o'niner??? you cant lie and say u wish he didnt have more screen time#miss those mfs#rishi outpost has me entranced#domino squad#dont get me started on droidbait#oh and all clones stationed on kamino and coruscant#bc damn what a post#clone troopers#star wars clone wars#gn im tipsy and very much in love#same goes for barton iv in tbb#like bro WHAT#y'all're gonna show me that makeshift shrine and NOT tell me about each and every clone who served and died under Mayday??????#in my feels#send me songs you associate with random clones challenge#srsly do it i love music and it inspires me to write
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Shilo and grefgor have a lovely picnic with their lovely pheasant while they wait for emizel to wake up from being impaled by a nearby branch
I forgot to bring the pheasant back for the picnic, please forgive me
#jrwi the suckening#jrwi grefgor#jrwi grefgore#shilo bathroy#shilo bathory#I fucking loved this one actually cuz it let me do my most favorite thing ever: overthink shit#like if emizel is impaled on a branch would he be dead or does that count as a staking?#these are vampires if they’re having a picnic they need blood so where is it coming from?#grefgore would NOT be having a lovely ANYTHING if one of his princes was just impaled#stuff like that#also! the doodle prompt ask thing is ABSOLUTELY still ongoing but this is probably the last thing I’ll actually doodle tonight#thank you anon!#tw gore#maybe closer to cartoon gore?#omgart#OH OH also in the last panel Grefgore is using his hands as a makeshift bowl so Shilo can drink#I figured this was probably an armored pheasant ask but I am. so so at romantic interactions so that’s kinda the best I got
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*Me staring at Lace Harding's room, in the most affecionate way possible* babygirl, what is wrong with you?
#My girl really just loved camping so badly she made herself a makeshift tent and put out bedroll on the floor inside a damn Tower#No one is stopping this girl#She will live it just like the Ferelden heroes of the old days#“If it was good enough for Hero of Ferelden on her way to slay Archedemon it is good enough for ME” vibe and I love it for her#lace harding#dragon age#dragon age vailguard#da veilguard spoilers
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