#otp: StarSong

[litlunacy]

Sleeping in a real bed is nice and all, but the Elfsong really can't compete with the ambience of the dock camp at night. Full moon over the water, a quiet stroll with your lover?

Happy Valentine's y'all.

[sundimus]

Howwow,,,, for the ask

ah yes, the most perfect character in existence. overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them* opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav otp(s): Grollow!! :3c other ship(s): Starsong is literally the only other person I ship with them. #noromo ship(s): They would start a bookclub with Elderbug and Bretta and that is FACTS. Plus, I feel like they could have a very nice friendship with Lace! crack ship(s): Grollow 🔫👀 fav headcanon(s): Their absolute love for honey treats!! they are a sweet FIEND and cannot be CONFINED. Plus I like the thoughts we’ve talked about recently about like, Hollow being angry/disgruntled/grumpy about something lkadjslkjsad idk I enjoy a Hollow that gets exasperated (lovingly of course), but is also rare to make genuinely angry (even tho it does happen. 99% of people just wouldn’t know it.)

[litlunacy]

We will kill him, if you could be patient for five seconds. Also maybe don't say that right in front of his face?

Love the look at her face about that. Also, bard for the win again! She knows a thing or two about songs, after all.

Again, patience. Has she not talked four other massively terrifying beings into offing themselves already? Let her work the word magic.

Tem looks...so fucking proud of herself. Absolutely patting herself on the back here. I can't tell if Astarion is impressed, dumbfounded or annoyed that he didn't get to stab anybody.

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Old:

New:

New angle is cute I guess. Sad I only have the one shot of the pre-patch 4 version though, I did like it. At least Tem doesn't do the weird bowed-out elbow thing anymore in the new version.

[litlunacy]

I don't think I'll ever be over drunk-on-bear blood Astarion.

Funny how this is so much more charming than when he's actually trying to be.

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WIP Wednesday

(Tagged by @atsadi-shenanigans (thanks!))

Uh. Disclaimer. Slightly steamy, mildly bloody Tavstarion. Also I have not written smut that saw the light of day since 2016.

When the taut bow of his spine uncoils and he falls back to the bed, panting for breath, Astarion forces his eyes open to meet [Temerity's].  The tiefling's glowing irises are nearly swallowed by the blown black of her pupils, but it's not the lust that makes the elf's breath hitch. It's the awe behind it, in the softness of that gaze and the slight parting of her lips that lets the pointed tips of her teeth show. Like she can't believe how he just came apart under her. Truthfully, he can't believe it quite yet either. His brain is still trying to catch up with the rest of him. But then those eyes catch his, and that soft mouth sharpens into a smile. Slowly, making sure to hold his gaze, she lowers her head to his belly. Astarion shivers as her tongue slowly, deliberately slips out of her mouth and into the dip of his navel, lapping at the blood that's pooled there. 

I'm gonna go hide in my burrow now. Tagging anyone who wants to join, it's 11pm and I need sleep :)

[litlunacy]

Mwah.

We've been slumming it in the woods for like two months now. Time for some outfit upgrades!

[litlunacy]

I'm fine, I'm fine, I promise. (She was not fine. But that was also fine.)

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I really do like this scene as one of those early moments of seeing through the cracks in his mask, but it will never not be funny when he tells Temerity, the bard, that this isn't supposed to be poetry. That's her whole entire deal. And she will wax poetic about his pretty face with the absolute floweriest language she can think of until he's threatening to smother her with a pillow (he'll not-so-secretly enjoy every second of it though, the peacock).

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Digging through my screenshots of Temerity's run for some more to post (had to take a break from Marika when we hit Rivington. the sheer amount of noise and number of background conversations going on made my brain bluescreen) and the order of events of her romance with Astarion is hilarious to me.

First he watched Abdirak nearly break her back while she goaded him on the whole time, then that night was when he got totally plastered on bear blood and first thing he said the next morning was 'hey, yanno what, you like the biting right? lets sneak off for some fun sometime~'

I know it was a random order of events, but the idea that he realizes she actually likes pain by watching her get smacked around by the bdsm priest, gets drunk about it, and then propositions her at like dawn while still hungover the next morning? Bro, are you ok? (No, he's not ok.)

[litlunacy]

Excuse you, I scared him off? You're the one calling him a snack!

I love how done Tem looks in that one shot. She looks like she wants to thwack the back of his head. And perhaps revoke his 'snack' privileges for the night. Scare the baby, no tiefling juicebox for you mister.

[litlunacy]

Tagged by @gale-sized-hole to do that kiss picrew running around. With ship songs!

Astarion and Temerity, with one of their newest playlist additions: Moonflower by Blackbriar

Karlach and Marika, with Come To My Window by Melissa Etheridge.

Nilofynn and Astarion & Halsin and Fynn. Their song is Raise the Dead by Rachel Rabin.

Gale and Tavitha, who I haven't thought of many songs for yet, but Believe in Magic by Eleni Violaris is on the nose for them in the best way.

Tagging anyone else who wants to join! I think most of my moots already did :)

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Decided to have a little fun and do a few ship memes for the gang! First up is Tem and Astarion. Hopefully the writing is legible (click for better quality).

Funny I say his color is red but I won't quit dressing him in blue. And it was surprisingly difficult to pick just one weapon, since he was carrying around (and using, depending on my mood) a rapier, shortsword, three daggers and two bows. I'm making it canon now that he's just that guy that keeps pulling weapons out of nowhere and never runs out and nobody knows where tf he's hiding them.

Original meme by @valc0

[litlunacy]

Ya know, this dumb kiss bug has kinda grown on me. I think I might even miss it a little if patch 5 fixes it.

Silly little forehead kith.

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🖊️ for the fic asks :)

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

Set sometime right before going in the Gith Creche, when they're still playing emotional chicken:

“So, darling, how did you come by that impressive scar on your nose?” Temerity made a strangled sort of noise and the sound of charcoal scratching on paper abruptly came to a halt. She turned her head from her sketchbook to eye the vampire beside her, tongue still poking out between her lips from her deep concentration. How...adorable. The tiefling’s tongue quickly darted back into her mouth, and not a second later she was putting on a pouty frown. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She looked up at Astarion through her lashes as she said it, pale purple eyes wide in a very unconvincing display of innocence. The scar in question ran horizontally across the bridge of her nose; a jagged line that was impossible to miss, even amongst the mass of freckles scattered over that part of her face. Astarion had been watching the way it shifted slightly as she scrunched her nose while she sketched the landscape before them—the jagged lines of the mountains stretching along the horizon as they watched the sunset from a cliff near the abandoned monastery. Of course he had seen it before, but something about the warm orange light playing over her face as she hurried to capture the scene seemed to make him consider it more closely this particular evening. Or perhaps the sheer…domesticity of watching the sunset together (her idea, not his) was making him antsy, and he simply needed a distraction. He quirked a brow at her before lifting his hand to teasingly trace said scar with his forefinger. “You mean to tell me you have no idea about this? Front and center as it is on that lovely face of yours?”  Temerity very nearly went cross-eyed trying to follow the movement of his fingertip, before giving her head a quick shake and catching his hand in one of her own. She sighed as she pulled it away from her face, but rather than releasing him, she simply rested both their hands on her knee. Her thumb absently stroked the center of his palm. Astarion wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. “Do you really want to know?” Temerity asked, her nose scrunching again just slightly. “Because I can make up a much more entertaining story.”

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So Raphael fulfilled his end of the bargain. As theatrically as always.

But the game glitched at the end and somehow Astarion got teleported waaaay behind Tem? Which was weird, but gave me some cool angles for screenshots, I guess.

(Her shoulder freckles!!!)

Temerity, who has never wanted to kill someone so badly in her life, but knows it isn't her kill to make: I would tear him limb from limb with my bare hands, rip out his throat with my own fangs if you wanted me to. I'll hold the bastard down while you tear out his filthy, black heart and then make him eat it. He will die, and we will make it hurt.

She's all fun and mischief until someone threatens her people. Then she'll show them what devilish blood can really do.