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i just think it's beautiful that, story- and causality-wise, alpha dirk's first physical contact initiated with another living being who isn't glasses (holding the decapitated head of the hegemonic brute doesn't count) is.
this.
it's totally offhand and speaking of offhand, comes right before what would arguably be a much more meaningful and poignant act of first physical contact with another human on dirk's part.
does this mean anything?
no not really. but my point is that it's very funny and that terezi and dirk are both national treasures.
#might talk more about dirk and what physical touch/promixity to others means to him later cuz its cool and i love this boy#homestuck#dirk strider#terezi pyrope#roxy lalonde
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Odell for Promix Nutrition
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Queen of Disaster: Masterlist
Pairing: loser!hee x popular!femreader
Synopsis: Heeseung has always been a huge loser there’s no denying that. Yn on the other hand has always been well-known almost about everything, but what happens if both worlds collide? Causing to both of them to become roommates.
Featuring: txt’s beomgyu, skz in, Riize eunseok, lsrfm yunjin, aespa winter, artms choerry
Genre: fluff, angst, crack, college au, smau, popular x loser, forced promixity. Roommates to lovers, strangers to lovers
Status: Hiatus
Started: July 9th Ended: n/a
Taglist: Open! (Send ask or comment to be added!)
Warnings: swearing, Kys/kms jokes, teasing, suggestive? (Barely will be tbh) Individual warnings will be added as well!
Notes: OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT!! I had another smau planned and posted all of that but I decided to delete it and start this one instead as I just felt more gravitated towards it than the other one besides I like this one way more
Profiles: (t)hotties, animals in a zoo, privs
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1. NEW THANGZ
2. Weird fella
3. DONE FOR — written
4. Baby girl slow down
5. FREAK — written
More to be added …
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#kflixnet#qod 🎀#mari: works *#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enhypen fluff#enhypen crack#enhypen angst#enhypen fake texts#enhypen smau#enha x reader#enhypen soft hours#enha imagines#enha fluff#enha smau#enha reactions#enha#enha scenarios#enhypen heeseung#lee heesung x reader#lee heeseung#heeseung headcanons#heeseung x reader#heeseung fluff#heeseung imagines#heeseung#heeseung enha
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Wait would that make Bradley the future Mrs. Claus?!?!?!? Does Jake have magic powers?? How did he get Jake out of Jingle Bell?? Ohh the poor puns and dad jokes he would be subjected to by Bradley and the dads
Yes and Yes 😉 and thirdly, because he could not join the Navy with the name Jingle B. Kringle.
Bradley is sooo the next Mrs. Claus 😆 He’ll say “I do” and get a dose of Kringle magic.
Which is to say, yes, Jake is magic. He was born to be the next Santa Claus, everything about the family is magic. Even the people and objects around them are magical by promixity. Hence why nothing dies in the North Pole 😅 Nicky Kringle himself is pushing a thousand and change. But Jake is magic because of how he was born and it is Strong magic, stronger than his father’s.
Although, Jake’s magic is different than Nicky’s.
Nicky Kringle is the OG Santa and old as dirt, but he's ready to be done with this shit and spend his immortality traveling the world, helping his son and loving his wife. He's an empath and a telepath/telekinetic. So, he's the perfect Santa. Whereas Jake’s powers have always been with weather and elemental magic. He's more likely to set the sleigh on fire than read a child’s mind to figure out what they want for Christmas — ie, why he thinks he's going to be a shit Santa and why has been avoiding it since age sixteen.
He's going to die via all these stupid jokes 😂😂
#Santa’s Baby AU#top gun#pete maverick mitchell#top gun maverick#tom iceman kazansky#bradley rooster bradshaw#jake hangman seresin#ron slider kerner#icemav#slicemav#hangster#tgm#sereshaw#top gun 1986#thank you for the ask!
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upper body - sometimes you gotta do what you don’t wanna do 🫣🥲
- post gym fuel @promix whey isolate in ‘French vanilla’ & that daily creatine 🫡 ‘ESTHER’ saves you money 🫶🏼
-alsoooooooo strong beyond summer starts MONDAY! these cutie lil moves are in the first 8 week hypertrophy block so get excited! LAST CALL FOR JOINING (or you must wait until the second intake on the 15th)
4x8-10 close grip LAT PULL DOWN
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3x10-12 half kneeling chops
3x30sec. Chest press to leg lift (superset) plank w. Alt shoulder taps
3x8-10 side plank cable single arm row
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n pondering his life’s decisions on the promix HPCC mycorrhizae
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The takes i had seen on Twitter like DEADASS I WAS LIKE, "How are some of yall genuinely this stupid?"
And they call Billy lovers misogynists, THE MISOGYN JUMPED OUT WITH THEM
Not the “Billy Hargrove is homophobic, despite being one of the few characters to be called a homophobic slur and displaying no bias against queer people” fans accusing a Stranger Things book of queer erasure for possibly giving Eddie Munson a female love interest.
#i'm sorry but if you are headcanon paige as a lesbian BECAUSE she is in promixity of that man#i am giving you THE BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE#not every woman is attracted to every man she meets#that speaks to some interalised shit that some of yall need therapy for#The internalized misogyny and radfem logic truly rotted some of yall brains#and you don't even fucking realise it
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I'm part of the troop that thinks HYT Bucky is a good man at heart, he just needs the right motivation. I believe that if I use a more gentle, open-hearted, caring approach, I can fix/heal him with love 🥺😭
There are very much some in the same boat as you, nonnie, who believe that Bucky can be fixed. Others are firmly in the camp that he's terrible and will only continue to be controlling now matter what. It'll be interesting to see when if he gets you moved into the penthouse because of that forced promixity...
Love and thanks! ❤️
#navybrat answers#bucky barnes#club owner!bucky barnes#hold you tight#hyt#turn it up au#sweet nonnie
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IT'S KINDA HARD TO CONCENTRATE ON AN ARTWORK WHEN, IN SAID ARTWORK, YOU HAVE ARNO DORIAN EYEFUCKING THE VIEWER (or whoever is in the promixity).
Seriously it's hella hard focus on the lineart fml.
#Nemo Babbles#Assassin's Creed Unity#arno dorian#Arno Dorian you are my bane#you are too sexy for your own good#lololol
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hiii! What do u perchancce think of the similarities (whispers)of snupin in POA and drarry post war….. shhhs
OH YES. A MILLION TIMES YES 😭😭😭
honestly,,, controversial but. there are more parallels universe-wide between drarry and snupin than drarry and jegulus.
BUT AHHH two sets of people who thought they hated each other, who watched each other for signs, coming together post-war and trying to find some common ground. remus and harry trying to see why the other did what they did, draco and severus realising the reason they hated the other (chosen one/lycanthropy) is purely based on a lack of information. forced promixity as autor partners or teachers. the panic both harry and remus would have 😭
what i think here is 🙂↕️🙂↕️ thank you for this lil tibid i shall think about it often 🙂↕️🙂↕️
#asks#YOURE SO RIGHT#honestly i dont really see the jegulus x drarry parallels? i think draco and reg are so different#and the dynamic is so different !!! they're just slyth/gryff and potter/black#BUT THIS!?#draco and snape 🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻
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I just told a guy from tinder my favorite smell is saturating compacted promix potting soil and he was like haha mines similar and he said WET SAND
Hahaha we are NOT the same get well soon FREAK
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After hearing the answer the Medieval Knight Wolverine variant instantly turns his face away, when heat of a faint blush raises on cheeks behind his armoured face mask, realising he really he stepped his foot in it.
"Umm....cough....I see." He coughs out, wishing for stiff ale or something stronger when notes that the Deadpool is very close, that any closer and well let's chests would be touching as he feels himself grumbling under his breath at the promixity. "What you up too, Bub?"
Well I was a damsel in distress until the brave night came to my aid~
Also I just like being very close to people in an awkward way :3
I have no social cues to read :D
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hey :)) i love your writing, you're super talented!! could i get a headcanon with Lewis please? <3
the way he leans in closer to hear what you're saying, especially when you're in a loud area. maybe it's the promixity and the feel of his warm breath on your skin, or the way he casually leans in even further to quietly talk in your ears, but it never fails to make your heart beat faster. and when he notices that you're flustered, it makes him a little flustered too as he sheepishly lets out a small laugh and looks at you with that amused and goofy half-grin.
#hiii hellooo !!! thank you for participating & i hope you like 🫶🏻😽#games#lewis hamilton x reader#44
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Baldur's Gate - Halsin x Astarion Fanfic: 'Always there to Travel the Same Path which One Walks' - Prologue 1 to 3 (Act 1) (Spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion Route)
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Spawn Astarion and Ascended Route will start with same prologue then it will be separate chapters as rest of fic progresses to represent both routes
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Notes:
A Baldur's Gate: Halsin x Astarion fic inspired by the game Baldur Gate 3 and watching ongoing playthrough of it on Youtube
Slight canon diverge with some made up Background stuff for Astarion and other characters
WIP mode as use the wiki fandom and playthroughs to get idea of characters
Title refers to how Astarion and Halsin join up with the rest of the *company ( *will be introduced in later on chapters) but also travel a path together which leads to something more.
Starts off with Astarion's P.O.V
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Prologue - 'A Pale Elf in a Grove' (1 of 3)
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Location - Emerald Grove, Western Heartlands, West Faerun - Approaching Early Morning
Astarion's P.O.V:
"Is Halsin a fool?!!! Why has he brought this 'thing' here!!!?"
"I do not know….it greatly concerns….Archdruid Halsin!!!… We…..yes…..we understand…."
Voices.
Whispering amongst themselves before going silent, footsteps fading into the distance of somewhere which smells moist, lush and fresh - like it's not been tainted by any pollutants - and movement of something large, warm and furry choosing to lay down beside me.
Why couldn't I remember what had happened? What even had happened? Had I been attacked by someone or something?
Those questions remain swirling around my aching head - like I been hit by something very heavy and large - that it is difficult to even force myself to wake up so can check my surroudings, only sink into deeper sleep like I'm being made to do it to help me heal. So different when my Master Cazador treated me - his more of punishment so cruel, unkind and harsh it border on machositic that he didn't really care how many times he hurt me.
I must have whimpered because a soft chuffing noise comes from the large, warm furry thing beside me with wet snout nudging me to force me to roll onto my side to face into a warm furry belly and chest of what scenting register is in fact bear at least I think it is. I want to wake, I need to wake.
But the drowiness is settling in so fast, a soothing calming wave washing over me that find myself relaxing for the first time in centuries, allowing myself to fall asleep against the warmth of the large bear beside me.
TIME SKIP
"Hnngh…..Gaahhh!!!?" It is the sensation of sunlight from above burning it's way up my exposed arm which forces me very rudely awake from the deep, healing slumber I had been placed under trying to get up when realise a large, muscular arm - human?…. No….scenting the air…..again….a Wood Elf - is over my waist effectively trapping me against a very muscular, large and naked Wood elf bearing a tattoo mark on one side of his face and horredenous, but oddly enough appealing scars from no doubt from being attacked on his face as well.
Concerned about promixity of our bodies, I shuffle my lower half backwards away from the Wood elf's groin area only to give out a yelp when the large hand which has been around my waist immediatly yanks me flush against the large, muscular chest forcing me to place both my hands on it - or more accurately on top of the Wood Elf's pecs on both their dusky hued nipples to my embarassment even though this unnamed Wood elf does look like a fine specimen.
The sudden hiss of sunlight touching my exposed skin causes me to thrash soon in their grip, managing to wriggle free to quickly roll over to the shadows.
Collapsing slump up against a base for a statue of a wolf carved from stone, I wince at the stinging ache from the sun-burn on my arm hoping my healing factor kicks in, only to notice the wood elf has woken up looking straight at me.
"It's alright, I won't harm you." the wood elf says, voice so deep, husky and soothing it sends a strange shiver through me at the sametime that luring scent of his sweet, smelling blood reaches me.
It is so tempting, I don't realise I prowled out of the shadows into a shaft of sunlight until I'm scrambling back into them cursing myself with my fangs unsheathing themselves, steam still rising from the sun-burnt wounds until finally wisping away and bits of my burnt skin turned to ash to flutter to the ground
"I…need you….to stay just there…" I warn them, only for them to ignore my warning coming over to kneel down in front of me taking hold of my wrist to pull my arm out straight investigating the damage, seeing when I turn my face to one side to wince with eyes slipping shut or peeking open slightly to watch what he's doing.
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Notes:
Title refers how unexpected emotions begin to form in Astarion that he's not used to and how he loses control to them and Halsin the same.
Third part will deal with introducing the Leader of the Party and their background, plus the start of the Mindflyer attack then moving into Act 1
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Prologue (2 of 3) - 'Losing Control to Unexpected Emotions Rising within One'
Location - Emerald Grove, Western Heartlands, West Faerun - Early Morning
Astarion's P.O.V:
Halsin – as the Druid or Archdruid to be precise of Emerald Grove is called – is an enigma of a Wood Elf, with most of his time discussing about Nature, protecting the Grove and in his spare time doing mostly mundane things which some to admit were interesting to know about:
his whittling of little carvings of animals so detailed it actually fascinated me to watch from afar doing his work; seeing him resist the temptation of honeyed treats being sold by travelling merchants that couldn’t resist haggling with them to include more of new variations every-time they came back to just watch his eyes sparkle and pretend he’s not drooling over them and finally, seeing him in his bear form allowing children to ride on his back.
Looking over to where he’s discussing something highly important with another Druid – a female Half-elf called Jaheira, who keeps on flicking her gaze over to me wariness showing in her eyes - probably about myself.
Deciding not to hang around, I keep myself to the large grove's shadows, avoiding the spots of sunlight to head to the extensive cave-system of the Emerald Grove.
Within the cave-system, I make my way down towards the halfling merchant - Arron - located nearby a Altar busy checking his wares he's ascertained from his travels.
He stiffens though, ears twitching side to side then turns his gaze to look at me leaning up against a rock pillar in the shadows causing him to give out a ‘Tch, it’s you’ turning to face me where crosses his arms over his chest.
“I told you already, Pale Elf, if you want to sample my wares find out who’s pickpocketing around here.” Arron states, forcing me to raise an eyebrow because it sounds like he's accusing me of being the one doing it.
"And you think I have something to do with it. Heh, I would not resort myself to such lowly act." I state back, slipping myself away deciding I need to go hunting to distract myself from the mutiple heartbeats that head up to the main entrance.
Reaching where the gate is, I stop myself just in time.
The sun has risen at it's highest peak meaning the gate area is completely flooded with light leaving no shadows for me to use to reach it.
Choosing to lean up against a pillar, I find myself looking over at it trying to ascertain whether make a dash for it or wait until nightfall to go hunting for Prey.
Tilting my head backwards, my mind floods to fact I've not felt any sense of my Master Cazador trying to will me back to the Lair where I took lured Prey - most ended up dead and flung into giant pit, others turned in Spawn like me or completely disappeared that even asking would have risked the ire of him so never asked.
"You seem lost in thought, silver-tongue." the disdaining, dripping tone of the female druidess half-elf Jaheira reaches my ears, I lower my head down un-leaning myself from the pillar I brush past her quickly refusing to even acknowledge when find myself suddenly yanked backwards by a glowing tendril of energy straight into large area of sunlight I'd been trying to avoid.
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“Jaheira, what have….you done…!!!?”
“You are too soft, Halsin. We cannot trust this, silver-tongue. You must have noticed how ‘it’ avoids the shadows!!!”
“That I already know. It doesn’t mean you act irrational by doing what you did.”
Shuddering into wakefulness, the first thing to reach my nostrils is the scent of wildflowers – a mixture of so many it takes time to list – with my eyes fluttering open to reveal I’m lying naked in a on a bed of vines and wildflowers entwined together in a cocoon with no sunlight penetrating it.
My acute hearing had picked up Halsin berating until finally blessed silence with me having to use my Predator senses to see how many heat signatures are outside of the healing cocoon – only one – with a gap appearing to reveal the large, wood elf.
Realising he may see the circular scar on my back, I try to move myself only for so much agony to shoot through my body I curl into myself with my bandaged hands wrapping around my bandaged waist shaking so much at it.
“Hgnnnhh…..shit…..shit…..”
Cursing under my breath, biting my bottom lip along with his large hands rolling me onto my back – checking me over – until finally a soothing healing wave from both his hands spreads over me. He is leaning over me in the process, I find myself eying the throbbing, pulsing vein in his neck that pumps his lifeforce within his body.
“Is something wrong?” He asks me, so suddenly I don’t know how to give a proper answer to him which may convince him I'm just appreciating his body and not his blood flowing in his veins.
"I…..umm…may I taste…." I begin to ask, only for him to sit back resting his hands on his lap finishing my sentence. "…to taste my blood." it makes me scramble upwards needing to leave only for him to take hold of me turning my chin to force my face into the crook of his neck.
"Drink."
A command, but not a forced, soft and gentle with myself fully turning in his arms to rest up against his large, muscular chest slipping my hand up cradle the back of his head to tilt his head backwards by his soft, hazel brown locks.
Fangs unsheathing themselves, I sink them straight in hearing him give out a stiffening grunt at it knowing he will react to the venom which will give a numbness and pleasured feeling to the Prey being subdued.
All is quiet, except for occasional soft grunts coming from each-time I take a sip of his blood until finally his large arms are pushing me back seeing how drunk I've become on the taste on it - a blush rising on my cheeks, lips coated still in some of it, that it is so addicting it is feat in me trying to avoid going back for more.
Instead, moving myself over him and placing one hand on his chest to push him down to lay flat on his back noting his hazel brown eyes ringed with gold looking up at mine. Putting my hands either side of his head, I bend down my head down to rest my forehead against his wondering should I do it, licking my lips.
“Thank you.” I tell him, finding weird saying it because I’m not used to saying it – I been ingrained in Master Cazador’s rules and have already broken one – before sealing my lips over his, feeling him stiffening underneath me only to respond with soft, equal fervour it is something part of me wants and other is rebelling at it.
I try to pull away, but he pulls me back into devouring my mouth with his own – lips changing position each-time to deepen the kissing between us both, his tongue flicking across them begging admittance so allow for it to happen.
My whole body quivers up against him.
The sensation of his large hands wrapping around my body, one cradling the back of my head and other resting on my back with his warm, moist tongue entwining with mine inside and outside my mouth makes me want to pull away from him.
Managing to release my lips from his, I gasp breathlessly with my face turned to one side willing myself to calm down - use the seductive techniques I use for Prey to take back to Cazador on him.
“Astarion…..look at me.” Halsin says, voice husky with arousal making me turn my face to look up at him seeing how affected he is – his pupils dilated, lips still swollen from our kissing and no doubt his aroused below – then continues to speak. “I…. don’t whether I can control myself in what happens next.”
Bringing both my hands up to cup his cheeks, looking up into those hazel brown eyes ringed gold I realise what is happening to me - I'm losing control to unexpected emotions rising up within me.
And it is frightening me.
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Notes:
Connected to Prologue (2 of 3) - 'Losing Control to Unexpected Emotions Rising within One'
Introducing Asdalen - a drow elf with Dark Urge Origins and also Halsin's Half-brother (more will be explained about that later in further one chapters) and Lesia, his adopted fae child; Asdalen will be the main leader of the party and romance partner will be Gale.
What happens to Astarion and Halsin will be told in flashback.
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Prologue (3 of 3) - 'When an Unexpected Event Separates Those Close to Others'
Location - Baldur's Gate, Sword Coast, Western Heartlands - 'Whispering Weave' Tavern near the Harbour - Approaching Mid-Morning
12 DAYS LATER
Making my way through the streets of Baldur's Gate towards the 'Whispering Weave' Tavern, I keep an eye on Lesia who is running ahead - her wispy fae form so different from the various Baldurians and other travellers walking back and forth - of me.
My mind is thinking about my half-brother Halsin - an Archdruid of the Emerald Grove located in the Western Heartlands, Western Faerun - knowing it's been quite some time we have met up to discuss things or even talk properly.
Approaching the Tavern, which is near the Harbour, I see two people are walking down towards it - though one of them seems to be keeping mostly to the shadows I notice and the other I recognise is Halsin, who spotting me goes to say something when I finally reach the both of them only to bite his bottom lip which his companion notices before flicking his gaze over to me.
Lesia, spotting Halsin runs up to him to greet him and hold out her little hands to be lifted up by him.
I wait to see whether he will do it, part of me - an unknown, uncontrolled side whispers, 'Kill them both' and other horrendous things - and the more rational side - though don't know how long it will last - knows he can't deny her.
Finally, he bends down to lift her up, surprising his silvery white-haired companion beside him that approach though still with caution because it's been quite some time since seen him.
"Hello, little one." Halsin says, smiling softly with his companion - keeping to the shadows - admiring in their own way until finally turns their gaze to me.
Behind the white-bone mask I wear to cover my face a strange, prickling sense that I'm being analysed by a Predator hits me.
My own unknown Predator's senses soon wanting to confront back and tear their throat out.
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Astarion’s P.O.V:
Coming back to Baldur’s Gate after twelve days, I know at some point Cazador will send out my ‘siblings’ to collect me but he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to do so as myself and Halsin walk through the marketplace close to the Harbour.
Stopping in the shadows of archway, Halsin turns to face me when sees I seem to be not my usual self – my body tone is showing wariness – so brings a hand up to cup my cheek to reassure me everything is alright with him being here for me.
Immediately resting my forehead against his, hands moving to rest own on his large, muscular chest it makes me realise the twelve days and nights we’ve shared together – his soft, breathless kisses he will give me; reassuring me when nightmares overwhelmed and finally, making sure my bloodthirst is sated – it has felt like freedom.
“I…don’t want to leave you….just yet….” I admit, knowing we must go our separate ways with him heading back to the Emerald Grove and myself back to my ‘prison’ kissing him soon on the lips where he uses his other hand to pull me flush up against him.
Around us the noises of the Harbour and the Marketplace reach my ears – Market stallers shouting out the wares; dock workers heading up and down ramps on ships delivering various goods back and forth and Baldurians going about their daily lives – but I’m not listening to it, just relaxing to kiss my ‘Mate’ is giving me.
Finally pulling back from it, licking my lips at his taste, I smile softly up to him slipping one hand down to clasp my fingers with his, while we soon begin to make our way to the Tavern called 'Whispering Weave' to share a last moment drink before going our separate ways.
Discovering that Halsin had a ‘brother’ of some kind is unexpected, because he never mentioned anything about having a family until now so meeting them – who wears long black thief clothing with hood included, plus bone-white mask hiding their face – along with a little fae child called Lesia, it is taking me some time to try and make sense of them.
I can tell they are like me almost – a Predator fighting their own instincts to attack the presence of another Predator in front of them.
Deciding to introduce myself is the better option of being silent and not saying anything to them.
“You have a beautiful child.” I comment, making them turn their gaze to me.
Body language still showing signs of wariness but relaxing enough to respond back to me.
“She’s….Thank you…Umm…” they begin to say, allowing me to introduce myself. “…Astarion Ancunin, a pleasure to meet you…”
“Asdalen.” They nonchalantly reply, causing Halsin to lower the little one wanting to say something but closes his month instead like he knows it may not help the both of them.
Torn between the awkwardness I’m sensing rising between them both, I decide to relieve it by deciding to say something which is mundane yet helps "I'm famished. How about we all get a bite to eat and all have a good chat together. Maybe even hear some of your lute music, Asdalen.' clapping both my hands together seeing how Lesia jumps up and down at hearing the words 'bite to eat' pulling her adopted father's sleeve.
Halsin having composed himself, slips his arm around my waist to pull me against his side and giving me a certain look of 'I didn't know you had an interest in music' it makes my chest ache at the look he gives me. The sudden thought is that I want to know everything about him - how he become Archdruid, what was his childhood like, how did he find out about his brother - and his brother.
Repair what feels like a fragile relationship between them which could easily be broken anytime.
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Location - Baldur's Gate, Sword Coast, Western Heartlands - 'Whispering Weave' Tavern near the Harbour - Mid-Morning
Asdalen’s P.O.V:
“Have you been travelling far?”
“Only to certain areas. There’s been some places refusing travellers entry.”
Drunken laughter, chatter and clinking of mugs fills the air with myself and Lesia sitting with Halsin and Astarion in an alcove at the far back of the Tavern where Astarion sitting next to my half-brother is asking me about my travels.
Most of what I tell him is about how on my travels where noticed Missing Poster had been appearing a lot; some places were wary of new travellers due to whispers about raise of Cultists and more monsters beginning to appear in certain areas.
“I see. To admit, I’ve not noticed….that kind of thing due….” Astarion begins to say only tail off, taking a sip of the wine he’s ordered with Halsin moving a hand to place it over his – squeezing it lightly to reassure the pale, High elf who gives weak smile.
‘You’ve been hiding in the shadows for too long.’ I state internally, not saying it out loud lest the Gur Hunters sitting only a few feet away from where we’re sitting overhear and come over to investigate.
Halsin, is happy. A soft, warm glow Lesia describes it to me in silent communication which reassures my brother will be alright in the relationship he has with Astarion leaving me to think of one person who I miss the most – Gale Dekarios, my lover and chosen Mate.
Where is he now?
Is he coping?
Has he returned to Waterdeep?
“Bard, do you play?” A new voice asks of me, leaving the internal questions in my head unanswered, so turn my face to the source seeing a figure wearing fine refine stands there indicating to the lute in the holder on my back.
“I play, yes. It depends on the crowd though and what they would like to hear.” I reply, seeing the newcomer raise one delicate eyebrow in amusement at it. “And you…. what would you like to hear?” asking them a question back to them.
“Me?! Well, let’s see…” They reply, bringing one hand up to tap their chin in deep thought until give small smirk at me. “How about an original composition. I believe this one should suffice ‘Beautiful Voice of the Past’ for you, Bard.”
A violent visible shudder goes through me, Astarion placing his hand on my arm to pull me back down into my seat – I hadn’t realised I had stood up to confront the newcomer – my mind torn in how they knew about the song – a song I composed only for Gale and no-one else – and who played it.
“I don’t play it for crowds.” I whisper under my breath, voice breaking with so much emotion I get back up with Lesia sensing I need to leave allowing me to pick her up.
Politely excusing myself when brush past the newcomer, I weave through the patrons and tables to reach the main Tavern door or would have if it hadn’t been for sudden explosion sending myself and her still in my arms flying backwards over the Tavern bar into the alcohol drink-rack hard.
Followed by tinkling noise of smashed apart bottles of wine, beer and brandy to name a few.
The wooden shelf collapses under my weight, forcing my body to fall to the floor in wounded, bleeding heap of a mess with Lesia beginning to whimper in my arms – her little fae body fading in and out focus due to being very frightened of what is happening – seeing the blurred image of the Tavern patrons running out in all directions only to be cruelly snatched up by what appear to be Mindflyers.
Another explosion rocks the tavern, sending shockwaves through the floorboards which begin to crack and splinter in all directions – sending shards of wood flying in all directions – feeling below me the wooden floor give out on myself with Lesia being wrenched out of my arms by something leaving me to fall into the blackness of the underground cellar.
The faint roars of my Brother’s Wildshape, Lesia crying out my name again and again reach me with Astarion lunging himself towards the collapsed hole made by the falling floorboards to grab hold of my wrist trying in vain to pull me back up – even though I can see he’s struggling due the wounds he’s ascertained.
“Asdalen, quick…..give me your other hand before the next wave hits!!!? It seems to be full-scaled attack on Baldur’s Gate!!!? We need….NO!!!! GET THE HELL AWAY ME…!!!!?” He cries out, only to panic heavily looking over at something or someone I cannot see due to my disadvantaged angle.
A fast, but to me blurred, inky-black shadow speeds it's over to him in such a blink of an eye to knock him over to the other side, leaving me with nothing to grab hold onto to help pull me back up to safety.
Falling for quite some time, I finally reach the bottom of what turns out to be the underground lower cellar for the Tavern with sickening, bone-crunching thud – worse agony than what my own people, the Drows have done to me – it shatters everything instantly, finding myself going limp at it immediatly.
So, this is how I die?
Separated from my half-brother who just met again?
I never got to even tell him…..everything……
Halsin…..Astarion……Lesia…
My thoughts wander in my head, my body is lying shattered beyond compare and any chance of moving is not probable with how serious my injuries are from the shards of glass embedded in it and large wood splinters.
My blood can distantly feel is pooling out from underneath my body or over it to trickle off it to cover the cobbled stones of the cellar in various array of crimson petals.
The unknown, uncontrolled side seems to be gleefully laughing in my head at the demise – death by falling, shattering every bone in my body and allowing my lifeforce to drain away.
It's the last thing I hear before blackness swoops in dark like raven’s wings and I remember nothing thereafter.
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#baldur gate 3#astarion x halsin#emotional angst#slow-burn romance#canon divergence#Halsin saves Astarion#Astarion has trust issues#Falling in love#wip mode#Confessing about secrets#Prologue - 1 to 3#fic snippet#Part 1 of 'Baldur's Gate: Halsin x Astarion Fic - 'Always there to Travel the Same Path which One Walks' - (1 of ?)#pictures sourced from various sources#Spawn Astarion and Ascended Astarion Routes both have same prologue (1 of ?)#Chapters will be either tagged Ascended Astarion Route or Spawn Astarion Route as fic progresses#additional tags to be added#Part 1 of 'Love like Leaves on a Tree in Dappled Sunlight'#Part 1 of 'One's Baldur's Gate Fic Collection'
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What are your headcanons about Chase and Lizzie?
THIS HAS BEEN IN MY INBOX SOOOOOOOOOO LONG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
OK SO. originally i was gonna be like oooooo thats spoilers ahaha 😋 cant tell youuuuu but at this point!!!!!! everything i say is spoilers for my rewrite because ive just taken every single headcanon ive ever had in me LIFE and jammed it into the margins of this story so !!!!!! WHO GIVE A SHIT. FREE INFO ON THE WONDERLAND ARC HERE YOU GO!! GOD KNOWS ITS GOING TO TAKE US LONG ENOUGH TO GET THERE ANYWAY
i always thought that, being royalties of wonderland (that of the redford and hearts families, more on that here!) lizzie and chase would have known each other as children, meeting at some tea summit or another and forming an instant, unbreakable bond as small children in close promixity to each other instantly tend to do. i think i described their childhood friendship a while ago as 'a nine yr old being dragged around a dinner party by another, much more violent nine year old' and that is essentially the beginning and end of it.
lizzie, being headstrong and insistent since birth, immediately adopted meek, quiet chase as her Best Friend Given The Circumstances, possibly (definitely) because he would just agree with everything she said and hold things steady while she cut them in half. over the years, they grew up together and lizzie cemented herself as chase's primary protector, mostly from the red queen, who lizzie would have no problem screaming at to GET OUT if she tried to interrupt their games or berate chase at tea summits, which chase did (and continues to) struggle to do himself.
in turn, chase had always been far more cool-headed than lizzie, and his conversation proved grounding throughout the many rages and episodes lizzie grew up enduring.
their friendship is very specific to the circumstances they grew up in but that serves only to make it stronger!! lizzie did not have many other people in her life who could relate to growing up royalty, and chase had essentially no other people, so they really #get each other which makes what is going to happen in the wonderland arc that much fucking worse! hope this helps!
#ask#ever after high#eah#AFTER SIXTY YEARS........... I RESPOND#the wonderlandians are all very very special to me can you tell#lizzie hearts#chase redford#gum rewrite
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Skadi and Sophia ducking because Moms looking and they've been in promixity to boys or boy parts.
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