#rebby's rp

[astariondisapproves]

How would Astarion care for a female lover who is going through a heat or moon blood?

(Can be sfw or NSFW, whichever you choose.)

MDNI NSFW 18+ only under the cut.

Tw: Period talk, blood kink, oral(fem!receiving), fingering, reader is in heat. No p in v.

At the beginning of the budding relationship, Astarion will complain loudly, but not before he hands you a stack of clean rags once a month, practically begging you to clean yourself up. The sickly sweet scent of your monthly blood is too much for him to handle—it smelled sweeter, needier even, like a delectable honey desperate to leak out of your folds and right onto the tip of his tongue. He absolutely can not handle it, and so he avoids you for days despite your heat.

Astarion knows how your monthly affects you. He sees it in the way you clench your thighs together, the way your breath quickens from anticipation whenever he gets close. Your flushed cheeks, the way your lashes flutter at him, silently pleading to him to help you release...and your smell... Gods that smell is so fucking intoxicating that it makes him dilerious.

He's afraid he's going to devour you whole.

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As your relationship grows, Astarion learns how to control his feral urges when your monthly comes along. He gets used to the scent, but his first time finally tasting along your folds with his tongue? Delectable.

A low moan escapes Astarion's lips as his tongue presses against your folds, eager to taste all of you. Your small whimpers and the way you curl your fingers in his silver locks drive him mad as he pushes further into your hole, absolutely tongue fucking you.

His thumb finds your swollen clit and he makes painstakingly slow circles around the sensitive bud as he laps up your blood and heat with his tongue. Astarion knows when you're getting close when your thighs tighten around his head, and his hungry crimson gaze is locked on your own.

"Cum for me, my treat, let my name fall from your lips. Let me taste all of you."

[askdammonofelturel]

Gods, am I glad to see you. I smelled out some Infernal Iron around this area—here let me mark it on your map for you. Bring it to me, and I'll make you something special.

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Hi, I'm Rebby. They/Them pronouns. LGBTQ+ friendly. You may know me as the OP of @astariondisapproves . I'm an INFP and 29 years old. I enjoy writing, reading, singing, acting, and painting. I play D&D every Friday with a group of friends. I have a current fixation on BG3, so here's yet another RP blog dedicated to Dammon <3

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[astariondisapproves]

Astarion felt something warm envelop him as the world began growing bigger...or was he growing smaller? He couldn't quite tell until Halsin's usually large form was an absolute mountain peak looming above him as the vampire stared up at him from the ground in a pile of his clothes, "Hells!" Astarion hissed, moving his arms...no wings about, as he squeaks in distress.

He had morphed into Batstarion, how oddly fitting...

In one fowl swoop, Astarion is plucked from the ground by his Druid companion and nestles into the palm of his hand, cute little fangs barred in anger as his big white bat ear twitch defensively, "Why would you be practicing a spell like that when I'm around in the first place? You know I can't help asking questions! I'm too curious for my own good, it seems!"

"Astarion please don't-"

Astarion disappears into a flash of golden magic, generally associated with wildshape. Emerging from it as an adorable little bat.

Halsin sighs, hand over his face. "I asked you to please not interrupt me while working on the spell." He says, gently picking up the small, white bat into his hands, looking him over with care, worried that something may have gone wrong with the transformation.

Satisfied that Astarion is indeed, not injured, he sets the bat down on the table beside him.

"Well, it's good to see that the spell works at least- but I've not figured out how to reverse it yet, I'm sorry love." He says, closing the book he'd read from to preform it. "It was supposed to help young druids find the wildshape they're most connected with. While it's fun to know that you're a cute bat...you're also not a druid, I don't know how we're going to turn you back to normal..."

(Intended for @astariondisapproves but any Astarion can hop in and reply!)

[astariondisapproves]

If you would in charge of naming the owlbear cub in your camp, what would you choose?

"Itch."

Astarion lets the name roll off his tongue as he smirks at his cleverness.

"You know, to match Scratch's name. Clever, isn't it?"

(Insight check: Successful) This man is expecting praise.

[askdammonofelturel]

"Dammon, I may have... broken my rapier. Do you think you can repair it? Don't ask how it got broken."

@ask-thebladeoffrontiers

"Ah! Certainly, Wyll. I have a no questions asked policy, so don't worry."

Dammon says with a smile, taking Wyll's rapier delicately before inspecting it over. A soft hum escapes his lips as he glances over the very worn and broken blade. He could tell it's been well loved over the years and was once a very beautiful blade, fit for the heroic Blade of Frontiers.

"Based on the damage alone, this will take me a day or two to restore it to its original beauty."

Dammon calmly explains, but then realizes this would be a good opportunity to test out one of his original works.

"In the meantime, if you don't have any backup blades, I have a prototype that's ready to be tested out, free of charge. Though I would love feedback on it when you come back to pick up your blade so I can make improvements where needed."

The young tiefling man says as he turns around to rummage through his pile of works in progress, pulling out a rapier in a similar size to Wyll's old one.

Turning around, Dammon thrusts his creation forward. A curious, beautiful obsidian colored blade that gave off a deep red aura lay delicately in Dammon's hands. The hilt of the blade had gorgeous silver detailing that spiraled outwards in a fancy design, but the one thing that really caught Wyll's attention was the little silver Raven sitting on the top of the hilt with tiny ruby eyes.

"I call this blade, Prince of The Sword Coast. It can be used as a warlock pact weapon as well!"

He explains excitedly with a proud smile on his face before sheepishly looking away.

"I, uh, after your party saved all of us Tieflings...I may or may not have been inspired to make weapons for all of you. So please, I insist. It's the least I can do for saving all of us."

[ask-karlachbear]

(Psstt it's Rebby!)

Anyways, hi! So uhhh I'm 29, an INFP(The Mediator) personality type. They/Them

Some strengths that I agree with:

Loyal and devoted

Sensitive to feelings

Caring and interested in others

Works well alone

Value close relationships

Good at seeing "the big picture"

Some weaknesses:

Can be overly idealistic

Tends to take everything personally(I am a very sensitive person and cry really easily, I hate confrontation)

Difficult to get to know(I bottle things up in fear of being a burden)

Sometimes loses sight of the little things(I tend to get into my head, worrying about all the stresses in my life and forgetting that I shouldn't stress over things I can't control)

Overlooks details

Other details:

I have a somewhat similar past to Astarion, though it affected me differently than Astarion. Instead, my trauma causes me to fawn(people please), freeze, and run away when I get overwhelmed. I have yet to ever fight back. Because I know what that feels like to be yelled at, and well other things that I won't go into detail about.

I'm creative by nature. I love to write, read, listen to music, and sing(I would be a bard if I was in DnD world setting, lol). I also love thunderstorms and cuddling my cats. My love language is words of affirmation, physical touch, and gift giving. My sun sign is a Capricorn, moon is Scorpio, and rising is Cancer :)

-@astariondisapproves

you and wyll.

Wyll is literally sunshine wrote by a woman.

First of all you both share the same ideals, he's a very grounded man that cares for the other, that tries his best to live with kindness, and that doesn't stand back from what he believes.

His patience is key here cause he would allow you to bloom like a flower, he wouldn't push you to speak of something you are not ready for, but he will remind you that you can talk and vent with him whenever you want cause he WANTS to know when you are not ok, or when something went awry and you gotta find a solution. He will just give you daily reminders that he's a safe space for you.

He's also a very grounded man, when you start spiraling or panicking, he will help you find your way back in your steps to calm down. He has been on his own for so long that he had to learn those coping mechanisms that would put him back up right away, and he's gonna share those tools with you, he's gonna sit there and try everything to help you out as much as possible.

When you open up about your past, he's understanding. He will literally go above and beyond to make sure you will be comfortable around him. He'd actually suggest you have a chat with Astarion about it, as much as the vampire is wary about sharing his struggles with others, he would understand you and that enough sometimes is enough.. Astarion might not be the best influence, but he's surely gonna make you laugh with his self deprecating jokes, and Wyll loves when you laugh.

As i already saidm he will make sure he knows about your boundaries, he gets to know those signs that you are about to get overwhelmed and he will literally drop whatever he is doing to help you. You are having dinner with duke ravengard? He's gonna drop his fork and help you out, it's in his nature. He WILL put you first no matter how much you might tell him he doesn't need to worry, that you are gonna be ok. He's not gonna give a flying fuck.

Creative, you said? HE'S GONNA BE SO SUPPORTIVE. He would beta read whatever you are working on, asking you questions on your progress, on what you like about your projects. You are reading a book? He will literally lay next to you, and whenever you gasp at a line, he'd jump up and ask you what happened.

He'd ask you, no he'd beg you, to sing for him, he'd spend days just listening to your music. Sometimes he'd pull you for a dance, even if no music is playing, and he'd sway around with you.. and if you start humming while you are dancing with him? He's gonna be gone.. and i mean GONE.

He'd dedicate his time to praise you, care for you, and lavish you in love. His hands would be respectfully always on you one way or another, and he's gonna pull the moon off the sky for you if he needs to.

[ask-altairevirosa]

ᶜᵘʳʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ﹕ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵇʸ ʸᵒʰⁱᵒ

*ᵐⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ⁱᵐᵃᵍᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵖⁱᶜʳᵉʷ, ʳᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵖⁱⁿᵗʳᵉˢᵗ

Altaire hitches his breath, awaiting Astarion's answer, and when the elf responds, he lets out a soft chuckle, his own pointed fangs peeking from under his lips in a relieved grin as his thumb presses up against Astarion's lips.

And so, using his thumb as an indicator, Altaire tilts his head slightly, closing the gap between the two of them. Noses barely grazing, Altaire's lips meet Astarion's as his fingers now trail up his jawline to his pointed ear, and then they find solace at the back of his head, pulling Astarion closer, kiss deepening as a soft affectionate growl rumbles from the back of Altaire's throat. His fingers tangle into the soft silver locks of his companion, and Altaire finds his other hand tentatively grasping Astarion's hip.

Finally pulling away to catch his breath, Altaire gently bonks his horns against Astarion's forehead affectionately, and he laughs softly, "So...what next, Darling?" Altaire murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips as he used Astarion's line against him.

Altaire couldn't help the overflowing emotions he felt towards the man in front of him. It was like wave after wave crashing down the very walls he desperately built so long ago. And so as he feels Astarion comforting embrace, Altaire wraps his arms around him too, letting out a shuddered breath in contentment.

"I love you..."

Everyone's favorite words fall from Altaire's lips with such breathless passion (Insight Check: Successful!) Astarion can hear the tieflings usually calm heart beat pound harder than it ever has before—his skin unusually hotter to the touch, indicating obvious attraction, but most importantly the tan skinned tiefling was telling the truth.  Words Astarion never would think to hear genuinely ever again.

"Maybe the Gods made me for you and that's why they didn't answer your prayers," he chuckles, half joking, "If only I was born a hundred years earlier though—I would have stopped Cazador right then and there myself."

His clawed fingers gripped and tangled onto the fabric of Astarion's tunic before finally lifting his head up, meeting the vampire's soft crimson gaze, "Gods, I want to kiss you...may I?" Altaire murmurs, releasing his grasp on Astarion, brushing his thumb against his lips once more—a look of desperation and need crossing his face. Should Astarion choose to kiss him, he'd accept him fully.

-@astariondisapproves

Astarion gasped as he heard those words. He had heard them many times together, said them so often together as well. But he didn't think he had ever believed them. Now though, at this exact moment, he thought himself capable of loving, and being loved. And that realisation was enough to make a lump jump to his throat.

"Let's not think of that, now," Astarion whispered when Altaire brought up his past, placing a hand on his cheek. "I don't doubt that you would-" He spoke without thinking. Never did he ever think that someone would have been able to save him from Cazador. But in that moment, the words fell as naturally from his lips as leaves from a branch. In that moment, he really did believe that someone out there really did see him as both worthy, and capable, of being saved. "I don't doubt that you would have... But I don't want to think about the past now. I just want to think about you."

"I-... I love you too."

At the idea of a kiss... Astarion smiled and let slip a quiet chuckle. "Darling, I was just about to ask you the same thing."

[between-two-fandoms]

Why does my brain just.

Let a new otp take it over.

Young BobbyxNick

I am obsessed now.

[astariondisapproves]

Hello! Rebby here! I'm happy to announce that Astarion and I have reached over 300 followers.

So I've decided to prepare a small little event for you all~

The only thing I'll need from you darling Tavs—is a single song(just one) you'd like to send Astarion, whether it's a song you think is fitting of him, or even something you'd like to convey to him. Let us build a Playlist for him together, with songs carefully selected by all of you.

I will be labeling this Playlist on Spotify "Letters to Astarion" - my username being Teyvattales.

I'll start by putting the song Villian by MISSIO.

Feel free to comment down below what song you'd like to add, send an ask my way, or reblog with the name of the song in the tags. <3

[askdammonofelturel]

Hey Dammon, didn't see you down at camp to celebrate with the others. Any interest in a drink? I could use some help finishing this bottle of wine ;)

"Oh, hello! Sorry about that, I've been working on this new project, so I suppose I got a bit distracted."

He says sheepishly, putting down his hammer before wiping off the sweat from his brow with his forearm.

"I'm not much of a wine drinker, I prefer whiskey, myself, but I'd be happy to keep you company. I could use a break."

Dammon says with a soft smile before rummaging through his cabinets, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of his own mermaid whiskey.

"Shall we?"

The young tiefling man gestures towards the set of chairs and a table that is off to the side, his tail flicking from side to side contentedly.

[astariondisapproves]

"GAALLLEE! Delete that OR SO HELP ME!"

Astarion seethes, peeking over Gale's shoulder, yanking the cellphone from his hand, but then pauses, looking at the cellphone dumbfounded as the video plays over and over again.

"Oh gods...IT WAS ONE TIME! Why do you even have this, Gale? Are you into things like this???"

My cheeky quasit friend may have gotten to the phone before it got to your hands, she loves causing trouble for me. Her name is Bungus. I don't know why, I just summoned her one day and that's what she said she wants to be called

-cellphone anon

Well...that's about what I expect from a quasit.

For some reason, they have a liking for hardcore pornographic material. Must be something in the summoning.

I have figured out how to use the 'video' function.

*Gale shows you a shaky video of a yellow spotted bird. Quite clearly in the background, @astariondisapproves is making out with alternate version of himself @askastarion. Gale doesn't seem to notice.*

Beautiful creature, don't you think?

[bless4hell]

Berasal dari sistem kode alfanumerik atau sandi Asiro-Babilonia-Yunani yang kemudian diadopsi ke dalam Kabbalah Yahudi . Beberapa orang mengidentifikasi dua bentuk Numerology: bentuk "terungkap", yang lazim dalam banyak metode hermeneutik yang ditemukan di seluruh literatur rabi , dan bentuk "mistik" praktik Kabbalistik .  Beberapa contoh Kabbalah Numerology ini di translate kedalam bahasa Arab oleh Crypto-Jews karya Abraham Abulafia beberapa Rebbi Hasid juga menggunakannya, meskipun jarang, untuk bahasa Yiddi .  Tujuannya di translate kedalam bahasa Arab agar oleh orang Arab tidak di anggap sesat, namun sekaligus menyesatkan karena seperti kita ketahui ilmu walaupun dr Yahudi jika di translate jadi bahasa Arab maka akan Halal. Rumus matematika untuk menemukan bilangan yang sesuai dengan surat di Mispar Gadol adalah: {\ displaystyle f (x) = \ kiri (10 ^ {\ lfloor \ kiri (x-1 \ kanan) \ div 9 \ rfloor} \ kanan) \ times \ kiri (\ kiri (\ kiri (x-1 \ kanan ) \ \ mathrm {mod} \ 9 \ kanan) +1 \ kanan)} dimana x adalah posisi huruf dalam indeks huruf bahasa (urutan huruf biasa), dan fungsi floor dan modulo digunakan. pepatah Ibrani נכנס יין יצא סוד ( nichnas yayin yatza sod , lit. "anggur masuk, rahasia keluar", yaitu " in vino veritas "). Nilai gematrik יין ("anggur") adalah 70 ( י = 10; י = 10; ן= 50) dan ini juga merupakan nilai gematrik dari סוד ("rahasia", ס = 60; ו = 6; ד = 4) Diatas hanyalah contoh-contoh rumit yang perlu diketahui untuk mengetahui rahasia hidup anda hanyalah Nama, Tempat Tanggal Lahir. Dalam kepercayaan Kabbalah Yahudi setiap manusia lahir adalah Mahakarya Tuhan sehingga sudah diketahui kelebihan-kekurangan dan untuk apa manusia itu lahir? lewat perhitungan Kabbalah Numerology inilah semua bisa diketahui. Teknik perhitungan ini semua sangat rahasia hanya diajarkan secara turun temurun kepada para keturunan Raja Daud (King David) awalnya dari para Imam Lewi yang telah menghilang. Mahar: Rp. 3.777.000 Jika ingin menghitung rahasia orang lain anda harus berani bersumpah menanggung dosanya karena membuka rahasia langit tanpa ijin atau tanpa permintaan orang yang ingin dihitung rahasia kehidupan orang tersebut. Terbatas 7orang/bulan. (at Kabbalah) https://www.instagram.com/p/CExDp3HnIZcIkWtf2-9xETw9QlMHZMKhKFS-800/?igshid=1lm5whxi73bmd

[askbarasanss]

So since I’m a total whore and selfish, I made a Rebby RP account on Twitter. https://mobile.twitter.com/lilrebrebby Go fuck with my cuck of an OC if I’m not on Twitter.

[astariondisapproves]

She sits next to him at the fire, her usual smile replaced by a stoic expression. Placing a hand on his knee, she says

“I want you to know that once we get to Cazador, I’m going to wildshape into an owlbear, tear him limb from limb, then shit on his corpse.”

She then gets up and walks away.

Astarion sits there stunned for a moment before reaching for your wrist to pull you back, a smile tugging at his lips. He was amused and wasn't afraid of showing it.

"Darling, that sounds absolutely spectacular, though please shit on him before he dies, won't you, love? It'll be funnier that way. Then I can finish him off, yes?"

[astariondisapproves]

"Lae'zel, darling, I'm so surprised to see you here! I thought you'd be the last of us to join, considering your take on human customs, but regardless, it's good to have you here."

Astarion says with a smile, giving Lae'zel a nod of approval.

Greetings, istiks. Since it seems I will be stuck upon this plane for some time, and you all appear so ignorant of Gith's wisdom, I have decided to educate you. The libraries of gith contain more knowledge than you could possibly comprehend, but I will try to speak in a way your simple minds can understand.

Ask me your questions, and I will be your sa'varsh. For now.

[astariondisapproves]

"Good morning, Astarion. I read somewhere that Elves have sensitive ears. Does that still apply to you even though you are a vampire?" I ask as I reach up to pinch his pointy ears. "Are you ticklish?" I giggle softly, looking up at him with a playful grin on my face.

Astarion immediately flinches and instinctually covers his ears, a frown starting to form as he eyes you up and down suspiciously.

"Don't you even think about it."

He quickly says defensively. (Insight check: Successful!) His body seems to subtly curve inwards on itself, as if trying to block his most senstive areas. This man is actually very ticklish—not just on his ears.