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ritzrawt · 28 days ago

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MSM HEADCANONS!!!

About: the Wublins and their creator, Zerkett! This list will have less general info, and more stuff about some individuals.

Zerkett:

-Zerkett’s lab is really messy, with various materials and sketches scattered everywhere.

-They view the Wublins less as their children, and more as playmates, but this mindset slowly faded away with the introduction of the rare Wublins.

-They have 50 years of college education under their belt, including 27 years at Count Nebulob’s Mad Scientist University and 23 years at art school.

-Because of their endless ideas and inventing, Zerkett is often very exhausted. Their favorite thing to consume is a jug of coffee with a full cup of sugar.

-They are often busy, and don’t get to spend a lot of time with the Wublins, but they try their best to bond with them when they can.

-Sometimes, they feel very overwhelmed by all of the Wublins, and doubt their skills as a “parent”. They don’t want the Wublins to feel sad and left behind like they did when Galvana turned to stone. Some monsters accuse Zerkett of being a horrible parent for not exactly knowing what their children are doing off the island due to being so busy. Many of the Wublins get involved in things Zerkett wouldn’t approve of if they were there.

-Very tech savvy, considering their work with machinery, and the fact that their island would literally be called Electricity Island if they weren’t an etymology fanatic. This is a stark contrast to the 1920s themed Rare Wubbox living rent-free on the island.

Thwok:

-Due to being one of the oldest of the Wublins, they are very responsible and intelligent.

-At age 7, they already graduated college and later got into business and politics, along with occasional food reviewing and playing in bands. Wublins look the same no matter how old they are, as they’re artificial, so no one questions it. They are rarely ever seen on Wublin Island bc they’re always busy.

-Before going to college, Thwok went through a short emo phase. IMO their outfits slayed.

-Their voice is like the English dub Kyoya Otori. They sort of act that way too.

-Thwok’s tongue can stretch up to 10 feet. They don’t produce saliva despite being able to taste.

-The pegs on their head can be controlled to produce electriciy.

-Thwok can sprint in heels.

-Thwok is SICK and TIRED of everyone shipping them with one of the other Wublins (80% of the time it’s Whajje.) I personally believe that the Wublins share a sibling-like bond, so there isn’t any romance, but if you ship them I won’t judge.

-Like Blipsqueak, Thwok has many connections with people in the Human world along with ones in the Monster world. This makes up a good portion of why the Wublin family is super rich.

Rattle-Guts (Rare Bona-Petite)

-Rare Bona and rare Petite changed their name to Rattle and Guts respectively.

-Both enjoy eating, but Guts is somehow able to eat way more than Rattle. Where any of that food goes is a mystery.

-They are influencers who post blogs about their daily life and current events. They work under their manager, an epic Whisp named Phara Mona.

-Sometimes they act in movies, such as Maw IV.

-Rattle acts supercilious and cold, but is actually insecure.

- They don’t like their lack of fur, and wear fake fur to hide it.

- Their horns and claws aren’t naturally orange. They paint it that way.

-They have a deep, husky, masculine voice.

-They appear to not have eyes, but they do. Their small, yellow dot pupils are only visible when they feel strong emotion.

-Rattle doesn’t usually talk, as Guts often talks for them. Some monster on the internet thought that Rattle could only ever communicate in scoffs and grumbles. The internet made fun of that guy for the next three weeks.

-Guts is the more sociable of the two, and does most of the conversations at social gatherings. This causes some remarking on how Rattle is more of an accessory to Guts. Guts doesn’t like these comments at all.

-They have a high pitched, boyish and kinda scratchy voice.

-Unlike the common Petite, who often stays in Bona’s ribcage or walks on the ground, Guts almost always resides on Rattle’s head. The only times they get off is when sitting at a table, playing the Wublin island song, sleeping, when they feel scared, and that one time when they had a huge fight.

-Guts is physically weak, but they make up for it in their skill in using weapons. They are also a bit more intelligent than Rattle in academics.

-Despite being more sociable, Guts can sometimes be jealous of Rattle. They were bigger and more noticeable, so they often got more attention than Guts. Many monsters also thought that Rattle looked prettier than Guts, which made both of them uncomfortable.

-Phara Mona wants their relationship to be a sibling rivalry, but their actual relationship doesn’t have anything more than some bickering, so they make them act like they don’t really like each other. One time, Phara Mona manipulated them into actually hating each other for a period of time. It was an awful time.

Whajje:

-They are the lead of a pop dance group called Dream Beam (name may change), which consisted of Whajje, Blipsqueak, and Gettlemear, the rare Pixolotl. They tour all around the monster world, and Pompom is a HUGE fan of them.

-Their feathers can be used to pick up different shows and movies from other dimensions. Whajje was the one who introduced foreign films to Astropod from the Pocket Dimension and the Human World.

-They and Screemu are the OG fashionistas of Wublin Island. Screemu dyes and makes the clothing and Whajje styles it. They offer fashion tips on their YouTube channel.

-If the author were to pick a song that fits their narrative of Whajje the most, they would pick Idol by Yoasobi.

-Out of all the well-known Wublins in the Monster world, Thwok and Whajje are the most popular. This is probably why they get shipped a lot.

-Whajje can also sprint in heels.

-They are very athletic and can run as fast as someone trying to get their homework does as the teacher is collecting it. They can also jump 10 feet into the air.

-Whajje sounds like Michael Kovach with a New York accent.

-Whajje is like that Mom Friend that gives you the best life advice you’ve ever heard. They are very sweet, talkative, confident, and empathetic. However, sometimes they doubt if all the attention they receive is genuine and not just because they are popular. In truth, they really can’t tell the difference.

-Lots of care is put into making sure their feathers look presentable. Every night, Whajje uses needlessly expensive products on JUST the feathers, and before they start the day, they spray a buttload of hairspray into their feathers.

#msm #my singing monsters #msm headcanons #headcanons #hcs #my hcs #hc #mysingingmonsters #wubbox #wublins #thwok #whajje #rare Bona petite

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forabeatofadrum · 5 months ago

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It's Friday again, innit? It's time for some reading!

I read Sidney Snow Grimm-Pitch by @emeryhall and @artsyunderstudy. It is WOnDERFUL. I've loved Sid ever since I read @cutestkilla's What's Left (another recommendation, I have to say) and GOSH, I just love Sid. I am also a big lover of found family and DeNiall shenanigans and this fic has it. The last chapter made all the puzzle pieces fall into place and the journey is so worth it. Also, "They slay, dad" lives in my head rent-free.

I just finished @lacystar's The Maruki Labs Psychological Assessment, a Persona 5 fanfic formatted as a Uquiz. It was wild and unsettling, which fits dr. Maruki's vibe. I played it twice: first genuinely (Things will get easier) and then again, picking all the options I wouldn't pick (You will be rewarded in due time, I promise). I might play it again, because I am very curious about all the other options but AGAIN this fic was unsettling. Which is a good thing, but holy fuck? Maruki, my man... The disclaimer of "im not dr Maruki please dont actually look to me for therapeutic advice. actually, dont look to maruki for therapeutic advice either 😭" is very true.

Lastly, a reread! Sometimes you just gotta reread one of your favourite Check, Please! fanfics JUST TO FEEL SOMETHING, and it is like a handprint on my heart by @alphacrone. No one plays hockey, and yet, hockey still brings them together (or as Shitty said, it's FATE!). This fic focuses heavily on friendship and on the SMH being dummies, which are two of my favourite things. It's just great to see and read how it all comes together.

That's it for now. I'm, uh, still not reading a lot of fics, but hey, here are the tags on my personal blog, for if you want to browse:

Klaine fics (klfics)

Brittana fics (bsfics)

general Glee fics (glee fic)

Whoniverse fics (dw fic)

Check, Please! fics (omgcp fics)

Simon Snow series fics (co fics)

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deada55 · 5 months ago

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Kloktober 2024 day 31: Your choice

Here’s how I envision the night after the end of Rehabklok. In the name of the father, the son, and the holy Slay, all blessings be upon you this Kloktober and forevermore.

"Jesus fucking Christ it's late."

"Mosts of our shows go like this, Nathan."

"Yeah, but I don't know. Time zones or something." Once his corpse paint was smeared onto his sweaty shirt and thrown down on the floor, Nathan rested his head on the edge of the dressing room counter.

"Are we schtill going out tonight?"

Skwisgaar groaned and bent forward to spray dry shampoo at the crown of his scalp. "I don't knows if I wants to."

"What do ya mean, guys? We haven't been here in years!” Pickles grinned.

"Yeah, because you refused to fucking play here and Charles doesn't like your fucking brother enough to contractually make you do it. And the show was an hour behind while the fucking police pulled you out of the harbor."

"Yeah. And?"

Pickles had gotten out of wearing corpse paint due to the time it took to find the extra drumset and rearrange the stage, since the hoverdrums quickly became a series of Australian offshore pollution fines. Instead of futzing around with cold cream, he mopped his face with a hot, vaguely herbal towel and checked that his dreads were properly perched on his head. As if to add insult to injury, whenever his dreads weren't secured, there was a big black sunspot waiting under it, and it had a powerful habit of making eye contact with everyone taller than him (which was... almost everyone) whenever it didn't have some hair over it.

"Yeah, so it's late, I'm tired, and you're relapsing after a week out of fucking rehab." Nathan stood up, tossed his hair over his shoulder, and did tricep stretches as he turned to get himself a clean shirt from a klokateer holding a rack.

"Nathan, alcoholism is a disease," William started, with his hands clasped behind his back as he started to pace around Pickles like a dumb kid. "And we realize our arguments are powerless against the disease. Right? Nathan?" Nathan grunted and let his belt out another notch.

"Wait, did you fuckin' go to Al-Anon?" Pickles didn't know whether to be touched or disgusted. Out of all the groups he did at Malevolent Creation, Al-Anon (after all, he was once the miserable little child of an alcoholic, right?) never lost its nervous, delicate atmosphere like AA and NA did. He didn’t absorb any pointers on how to live “day by day” from how badly everyone else's dads treated them when they were kids. It wasn't his thing.

"Yeauh, Charles made us." Since the show ended late, the takedown was late and it made sense that the line of sluts might not have finished their paperwork yet, so Skwisgaar was picking his guitar back up.

"Yeah." Nathan punctuated the silence and leaned against the door.

Pickles took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders... Expensive ass rehab's expensive ass meditation classes weren’t a total waste.

"Well, uh... thanks, guys, for worrying about me, I guess. As for my sobriety, I'm glad I could do it and it was a valuable learning experience but I'm not going to-"

"Who said we were worried?" Nathan looked up.

"Well what the fuck are you going to Al-Anon for?"

"Look, Pickles, you're an alcoholic. You couldn't stay sober for a week, now you're giving up and it's-"

"Dood! Are you blind or did you forget that I fuckin’ saved your sorry ass from that fuckin’ crock-pot car bomb drum machine? Are you kidding me?"

"That's not what I'm talking about!"

Before they could fight anymore, one of the klokateer roadies knocked on their dressing room to get them to the "backstage" area tent in case they wanted to lay a groupie. Out of the line, as bumpy and wide-hipped as a dairy herd's line to the milking parlor, only a few were real standouts... Instead of taking a few for later at the hotel or using the false dressing room attached to the whorish holding pen, half of them were invited out to a bar they'd rented a top level of. It's no fun watching an empty bar, right? It was all part of the Dethklok local economy boom... Some franchises will outsource workers from states away when their actual workers purchased Dethklok tickets. Some waitresses made careers working like travel nurses for Denny's.

At the upper level of a yuppie bar made out of an old, old movie theater, full of baroque wooden accents along the walls and a ten foot tall chandelier with the dustiest, rustiest glass crystals you've ever seen. It was a beautiful bar, but too big to be so kitschy, full of lucky townies and hot metal sluts with post-show wet panties. The crowd roared behind them.

Nathan found Pickles at the VIP bar with a pint glass of ice water and a cigarette. Swallowing away the nausea, he took a seat alongside him.

"Hey."

"Hey, dood."

"About earlier..." Nathan hesitated so long that Pickles spoke, assuming that Nathan didn’t have anything to say.

“It’s alright. I’m not angry about it. I’m happy to be back, and I’m going to talk to Charles and the stage designer about taking the hoverdrums out. I can’t do that shit, man.”

“No, Pickles… Look,” Nathan leaned his forearms over the bar. He caught Pickles’ eyes once, but within half a second retreated to looking at the bar top. “Thanks for coming for us. That was… some really crazy shit. I don’t know, well- uh, I don’t-'' He raised his fist in front of his nose and tried not to breathe too deep, until he was finally able to let out a strangled burp and keep going. “I don’t know if I’d do that. And, uh, I didn’t worry about you, because, you know,” Nathan waved his hand around the converted balcony where Toki was scarfing refreshments and playing brickbreaker on his dethphone, Skwisgaar was being served shots of Rumplemintz with his head in the lap of an otherwise gorgeous medium-skinned girl whose nose was so broken that she constantly breathed out of her mouth, and Murderface was scoring out on 4’s and 5’s so hard that it belonged on WorldStar.

“We don’t interfere with uh, with that, so I wasn’t worried, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Robot death is brutal but, uh, being dead isn’t good for the band.

“I’m not apologizing but I feel bad about the rehab thing, too.” Nathan’s hands crept up over his face, with the weight of his head resting on pointy elbows. “It was a Charles thing. I kinda agreed with it, but it’s garbage to make you do that. If you wanted to go you could have,” He lowered his hands and picked at the tabletop. “I mean, look at James Hetfield…”

Pickles rolled his eyes, but the comparison game wasn’t worth playing. “I get what you mean, Nathan. It means a lot. We’re good, ok?”

“Cool. So… Can I order a drink?”

“Sure, hold on a sec.” Pickles held up a finger and chugged the ice water. When he tipped the glass, the “water” shimmered around the melted ice in the top of the glass, almost like oil, or vodka…

“Pickles…”

“Relax. Out of the too’a us, I’m not the one whose had a goddamn liver transplant.” He waved the bartender over. “Two jager shots and two bottled Yuenglings.”

“Gross.” When Pickles elbowed him, he couldn’t help but smile.

#pickles the drummer #william murderface #nathan explosion #skwisgaar skwigelf #metalocalypse fanfic #my writing #kloktober2024 #kloktober #rehabklok

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cialovesklopp · 2 years ago

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The Imani Nation (newest name of Amara Imani fans) were able to link the football player to the singer after deeply analysing her lyrics in her songs from her new album. And now that we think about it, Imani had made it really easy for us to find her man if we only listened well enough to her.

Fans were able to detect that in her song “I think he knows”, the singer talks about her beloved living in 16th avenue, which happens to be the “rumoured” address of the star football player. And to make it even easier for us, Imani’s released single “Paris” practically tells us everything we need to know.

We also have confirmation that Amara Imani was in attendance at a psg match against Ligue 1 side Toulouse. And not only did Paris win their match but highlight was of course Kylian Mbappe's new celebrations after scoring twice. The french player swayed away from his usual celebration and drew a heart with his fingers before firing it into the direction of the public stands. For his second goal, he had lifted his shirt where fans were able to read the phrase, “told you so,” which we all assume was directed at her. Whether this was them officialising their relationship is still unknown to us.

What practically confirms their relationship though is the small soft launch that the couple did each on their side. Imani had accidentally posted a picture of a man, resembling Mbappé before deleting the story quickly— and that just minutes after Kylian Mbappé had posted a story of him at dinner with a girl. There’s also the dress that raises a lot of suspicion as we all recognise it from the award gala three years ago when it adorned Amara Imani’s body.

Are we expecting the newest couple of the year?

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everyepisodeofallymcbeal · 2 months ago

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S1 E5 - 100 Tears Away

It was only a matter of time before Ally's shenanigans got someone killed. Now, she's a woman on the run from the law, taking the plates off her Honda and driving due west, who knows where she--

Oh, that other woman is alive. And being taken away in a a stretcher?! For an Ambulance?! God bless Medicare, I guess.

And then Ally sassing the cop?? Girl, you know that anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law! Or in this case -- in a hearing of the board of bar overseers for the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

Also, Renee is Deputy DA? And has a roommate? Boston rent is too damn high!

And the COPS wouldn't charge Ally with shoplifting. The LITERAL BOSTON PD would not get involved in this dispute. And the grocery store would not press charges for Ally's pussy cream. I'm not trying to sound too Blue Lives Matter right now, but I'm sure the police have better things to do. In a show where usually Ally is the villain, this episode really flips the script to make Ally the target of others' cruel, absurd behavior. You're certainly keeping me on my toes, Ally! She still does manage to ruin Georgia and Billy's sleep schedule.

When Ally tries to make fun of (?) the judge by saying "He likes hookers and clean teeth." Its like... who doesn't like those things? Oh Ally likes virgins and gingivitis? Go off, I guess...

Good for Elaine for getting seed funding for the face bra! Why is no one supporting her in her venture? Although she may have a hard time getting a patent, seeing that Elaine has already made several public disclosures of her face bra. The fact that NONE of the attorneys at Cage & Fish warned her of this is upsetting.

SMOKING INDOORS! Smoking indoors alert! Always throws me for a loop to see that in media that's not obviously from like, the 70s or earlier. Then when Elaine takes a puff of the cigar and says "they lend intrigue to my character," that is straight up a Jenna Maroney-ism.

The central crux of this episode is about the "mental fitness" of lawyers. Here I am laughing my taught little ass off. If you have ever met a lawyer, you know that's irrelevant and mental wellness is actually a HINDRANCE to the effective pursuance of a legal career.

The secondary crux (a term a just made up! (and don't worry, the public disclosure rule for patents doesn't apply in the same way for trademarks)) of the episode is Ally's shame around her pussy cream. I'm not going to tell a woman how she should or should not feel about her body. But I will affirm my right to do one of these behind her back😒.

A quote from this episode, presented without context:

"Sometimes I'm tempted to become a street person, cut off from society. But then I wouldn't get to wear my outfits."

I can't tell if this show hates woman or is a feminist slay.

Ally's monologue in the hearing -- yeah you can tell Calista comes from a stage acting background.

Then in Billy's office, Ally breaks down. She goes on a meandering monologue about being so starved for intimacy, she fantasizes about fucking a stranger on the street, and she bought her spermicidal jelly to indulge this fantasy. She's worried about being seen as crazy. Ally, you're not crazy! A psychiatrist would have so many more distinct, well-evidenced words to describe you but crazy is not one of them. Sending love and light.

In the end, thanks to impassioned monologues from Whipper and Billy, the bar does not suspend Ally's license. Obviously the show needs her to be able to practice law, but idk maybe she should try therapy?

Ally calls her parents in the final few minutes of the episode. We honestly don't know much about Ally's life unless it's vis-a-vis Billy. Ally is so boy-crazy, even her biography fails the Bechdel test. I hope we get to see her parents soon! Wow, I have so little going for me that my hopes and dreams right now include "seeing the parents of a fictional TV character." Sad!

And Renee NEEDS to fuck those twins.

#ally mcbeal

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hope-to-escape · 2 years ago

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Albon driving like rent is due. Slay that Williams

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 memes #canadian gp 2023 #alex albon

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lextheydom · 10 days ago

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Honestly I just want to pay someone to make me clothes like Grandma Aggie in Halloween Town,

and Kes in Star Trek Voyager minus the leggings and long sleeves bc I get hot due to the AUDHD bc I have huge bazooma boobs and I'm agender and I can't find a bra to fit me in all of Jacksonville, FL no this is not an exaggeration I haven't had a bra that fits in 4 years since Bryant's Bloomers closed on Park Street due to rent hikes bc of Covid. I've got who knows what size bazonga zongazongas maybe 28H prolly bigger bc no one can size me and I just want to live in either:

-flowey vaguely top clingy dresses with short sleeves that aren't too long so they don't tangle in my walker

-Jean/Cloth Overalls that aren't too heavy bc my shoulders and neck hurt all the time and they have to be ACTUALLY be big enough to go OVER my large breasts and not be too tight on top, also have some cute patterns, patches, colors, designs, fabrics

-Literally every single look of Kes's from Star Trek Voyager was a certified BANGER and I'll die on that hill. She slayed the game every day and the clingy dress with the interesting top piece edwardian sleeves, with the PUFFS like GIIIIIIRL go off I could NOT BELIEVE! I was gagged. I just can't do them long sleeves and leggings bc it's just too hot on this here planet Earth now mhmhmhm no okay not no more not with this ozone with this administration no ma'am. My tism be tisming when you try to put this body in long sleeves my Momma could not KEEP me in a jacket/sweater I would yank that shit off as SOON as her back was turned like YEET THIS BITCH EMPTY!

See this marvelous article where someone had done the amazing work of cataloging EVERY look worn by Kes on the show, thank you so much for your labour!!!!

https://www.manicpixiedust.com/kes-fashion-project-index/

So yeah those are my top three disabled agender/nonbinary/genderqueer pansexual fashion desires. Pls. I beg of those handy with the needle thread and sewing machine. Help me. I am in the hell hole that is Jacksonville, FL and I'm a size 20/22 266 lbs and struggle desperately to find something to put on that doesn't hurt my body. I'm less worried about the looks, more concerned with it aggravating my Chronic Migraines and my Chronic Fatigie Syndrome. I have so little energy, so little spoons to accomplish what I want in the day I don't want to have to spend an hour trying on clothes bc I put something on only to realize I can't wear it that day bc my body won't allow it bc all my clothes were purchased when I was still working, before I was what I like to call, 'fully disabled'. I want my wardrobe to be full of disability friendly clothing I can wear everyday, even on high pain days. I am housebound and on SSI Disablity due to my disabilities, and I'm super isolated bc of it. I'm an artist, and I love making jewelry, writing, reading, and fashion. I want to engage more with others yet I get so exhausted just getting dressed and checking the mail a lot of days.

Having disability friendly clothes would improve my life exponentially and open up so many doors for me. If anyone knows any brands or is a creator themselves, pls comment or share.

Note: (When I say 'fully disabled' I am referring to how I have had headaches all my life and started having chronic migraines when I was in the fifth grade, but did not get chronic fatigue syndrome and have to completely leave work until 2018).

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actuallyevilgay · 1 year ago

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The Apathy (Part 6)

Astarion x Male Reader/Tav

DNI if you are a minor. Dead dove don’t eat. Please read my about before replying. Content: Ascended Astarion x Male tav, this is post epilogue.

Summary: Astarion's experience of the hand-holding got a little too intense for him.. Meanwhile Gale is trying to figure out what's going on with Tav. Content Warnings: This part contains some smut! NSFT!! A/N: We get some much-needed Gale pov! Hell yeah. Hope you enjoy. Read on ao3 as well!

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On the way back to the homestead Astarion was renting, his head was racing with many conflicting thoughts. He thought he could keep his cool.. But didn’t expect to so quickly lose sense of his composure after Tav ran off.

The smell.. He was obsessing over it and certainly needed some privacy to come to terms with what happened today. He made a mental note to look into the crazy woman situation, since she would likely show up again sooner or later, his tiefling disguise may have another role to play soon. Just in case, he had commanded the local vermin to keep an eye out for Tav.

Tav may have tried to hide his magic powers due the guard incident, strange as it was for him to cower behind a complete stranger, perhaps he was trying to lie low.. Something about how helpless Tav behaved put Astarion on edge. He’d never seen him like that.

Then again, if he’d been here all this time without anyone knowing he would have built a new identity for himself. No hero of Baldur’s gate, just a barkeep at a tavern which serves tea apparently. Perhaps the final fight with the netherbrain made Tav want to retire into a simpler life, leaving the idea of adventuring behind. Astarion could only speculate on the reasoning.

Astarion didn’t say a word to either Vand or Ty when he entered the house, just traded eye contact and dismissed them by silent command. He headed up the stairs to the bigger bedroom, taking off all his garments and clothes until but the undershirt and pants were left.

With an annoyed grunt, he settled down on the bed in a meditative position, only to swap resting angles several times.. Reverie would not come for him as easily today.

‘’What am I doing..?’’ The mumble tumbled out of his mouth, his fingers slid over the soft covers, finding a pillow to dig his face in.

‘’..Tav..’’ He moaned, squeezing his hands together. The vision of their fingers intertwined returned to him. ‘’Oh.. Dearest..’’ his voice muffled under a deep breath.

A cold hard yearning welled within him, building and building, becoming harder to contain with every second. A single tear escaped from his eyes.

He needed to clear his head as soon as possible.. There were things to be done.

For his trance, he decided to focus on a memory, a particularly fond one he hadn’t revisited since the break up. It was the second time he slept with Tav, only to realise he had grown fond of him in ways he never perceived himself to be able to.

The tiefling party was definitely not to his taste, even now, it still made him feel weird to be celebrated as a hero. Back in Baldur’s gate, that's what he now was known for. It took a lot of manipulating and gaslighting to make sure no one questioned him taking over the szarr estate, ensuring his road to securing the city as his territory.

Back during the adventure, the parasites were the furthest from his mind, he could only think of how worried it made him a monster hunter had joined the band of travellers.. Playing hero had never been part of the plan, the plan was to just survive and slay Cazador.. The road to freedom.

The very first time he slept with Tav was almost no different from when he slept with his marks. The smell of alcohol and dopamine intertwined with adrenaline was Cazador’s favourite part of his ritual. Only to end it with watching his slaves dine on dead putrid rats while he had finished feasting on his victims.

But the second time, at the party, it.. The air had changed. While Tav had not been a victim or target in his mind, the first one night stand was without feeling, just sex.

Asking him the first time was easy, the second time not so much. He was more hesitant, nervous about the journey and going out to sleep in the woods again.

With every pick-up line possible, Astarion kept shooting his shot, wondering to himself why he had been so insistent to sleep with him again even though his protection should be guaranteed by now.

It was less ‘’need to’’ and more ‘’want to’’ or.. ‘’I yearn to,’’ With a lack of better words to explain what he was feeling.. Unsure how to express it beyond physical touch.

When he eventually managed to convince Tav he would be safe, they sneaked away from the festivities to their previous spot.

He recalls walking to the little moonlight lit grove, only to turn around to see Tav quietly and slowly slid his shirt off his shoulders. The light reflected off his skin, glimmering.

While Astarion had pictured this is what he looked like to Tav that first time together, now the roles were reversed and he was mesmerised. There was something incredibly dreamy to him, unforgettable. An ache in his chest and a throb to his undead heart.

Astarion stalled, his fingers firmly clenching his own shirt while he watched Tav never take his eyes off him while undressing himself.

He didn’t realise he had frozen until Tav walked up to him bare, laying a hand on his and guiding him only to stop. ‘’Are you alright..?’’ Tav questioned in a gentle tone.

‘’Are you sure you want this right now?’’

‘’I want you.. I want to devour you.’’ Astarion replied, unfreezing and quickly undoing his clothes to join him bare.

The kiss that followed left him wanting more and more as he drowned into the touch, that uncomfortable feeling of arousal rose up and down until it found its rhythm, sending a wave of pleasure flowing through him.

His hands travelled over Tav’s skin, dancing across tiny hidden scars, pinching the subtle curves in his body. Tav’s back arched, he moaned the second Astarion’s lips found his neck.

He could bite him right there and then, but preferred to tease him.

The scent of alcohol intertwined with dopamine had something to it.. It was much sweeter without the addition of Adrenaline, which had a salty and unsettling flavour to it.

Tav kept drawing him in, his hands caressing gentle patterns over Astarion’s back and his arms. It wasn’t long until their bodies crashed onto the bedroll, with Astarion thrusting himself into Tav’s embrace.

Tav moaned so sweetly, covering his face with his arm out of vulnerability. Astarion wanted to yank his arms above his head, but decided on a gentler approach, kissing his neck until he relaxed in between the thrusts.

When they found a common ground within the rhythm, Astarion started moaning loudly into Tav’s skin. Burying himself with sloppy kisses across his collar bone, licking the sweat off his neck.

He cried out Tav’s name, who only moaned in response at their shared climax. He took a loud breath before opening his eyes looking into Astarion’s directly. Astarion stared back dreamily, pondering in silence.

This was bliss.. It must be. It has to be.

Tav looked at him with cheeks flushed, brushing Hair out of his face. ‘’Careful now, if you’re going to keep looking at me like that I might actually start to believe you’re in love with me.’’ His chest heaved, a pure moment of honesty.

Astarion remembers the weight of the pit in his stomach. Such a sweet moment, one he ruined like so many others.. ‘’Only for tonight, darling.’’ A charming line, perhaps the biggest lie he’s ever said, and he did it so confidently. Scripted, rehearsed.

Tav’s eyes glazed over somewhat, he released a sigh, stretching beneath Astarion. ‘’You haven’t pulled out.’’ He muttered, looking away almost embarrassed as if they did not just have extremely hot passionate sex.

Astarion smirked, feeling rather gloomy when he pulled away, he frowned at Tav, who had now turned to his side, avoiding eye contact.

The vision of the memory began shifting by force, making Astarion roll his head during trance. He couldn’t control what he’d see next.

Astarion could see Tav’s vulnerable bare body one moment, only to be exchanged with a tearful and exhausted expression of shock back at the elfsong inn.

‘’You’re asking too much of me right now, I just want to sleep, to rest.’’

‘’You want to rest? Right now? Walk away in the middle of the most important conversation you’ve ever had?’’

‘’Astarion I-’’

‘’You know what, forget it. I don’t need this.’’

‘’What? I didn’t mean to insult you- today has been a lot for both of us-’’

Astarion couldn’t hear the words he shouted even though they came out of his own mouth, the once so sweet dream now ruined by the night of his enlarged ego. The rush of power fresh in his veins, only to be aimed in the wrong direction.. He didn’t mean it, he didn’t. He was overcome with emotions he could not control, and in that moment he broke his own heart in two.

‘’I’m just so tired..’’

The exhaustive look on Tav’s face came back into his mind, as he turned around and disappeared through smoke and dust.

‘’I’m sorry.’’

The words echoed loudly, sounding just as real and new as the first time he’d spoken them. Astarion could envision the scared look on Tav’s face back in the alley, the nervous glances before he ran off.

He could feel the pressure of his squeeze in the palm on his hand, which shook him out of trance. The wet dream had been pleasant, but now there was just the scent of guilt hanging in the air.

‘’I need a bath..’’

……

The wizard of Waterdeep! Gale Dekarios.. A Teacher at Blackstaff Academy teaching Illusion. Exalted wizard of a and Ex-chosen of Mystra. Son of Morena Dekarios and beloved friend of Tara the tressym.

Not too long ago, he visited his friends 6 months after the defeat of the netherbrain on invitation by Withers.

Gale had been elated, exhausted, as his new job came with a lot of complications.. And he was much in need of seeing familiar faces. ‘’A social palette cleanser’’ Tara called it, ‘’Since you have no other friends,’’ and it had been.. Refreshing. Surely.. Up until the revelation that everyone’s busy lives meant no one had actively looked for Tav. Except for Jaheira perhaps..

Gale’s priority had been to fulfil his promise to deliver the crown to Mystra and be rid of the orb, at the time he had hoped to run into his friends again as soon as it was over with. Eager to get out of Mystra’s hair and her eye, her hands and her whims.

Who would’ve thought that being a goddess’ lover was to be a sour experience? He was over her, that much was certain.. But his acceptance of his mortality and station somehow invoked in her the idea that she could potentially influence him again. To control him.

Requesting Gale to kamikaze had been the tipping point for him to realise their power dynamic, he nearly went over the edge, compelled to take the crown for himself and pursue godhood. But no, he was above it. He was above her antics, even as a mortal.

And this time.. Gale rejected Mystra. He worried she’d smite him for the act, but no. She was satisfied and tossed him out of her realm after business had finished.

No more social calls from Elminster occurred since. Nothing, not even a letter. Perhaps the centuries old arch mage tried to distance himself from Gale for good reasons. Or, Mystra had demanded it. And Mystra gets everything she wants.

Not that it mattered to Gale anymore, he was on a different mission now. One that had nothing to do with mindflayer invasions, hoax cults on the rise, ancient artefacts, or the goddamn goddess of magic herself.

Tara had looked forward to Gale taking a vacation from his stressful job of teaching young adults the wonders of illusion magic, so she could perch in his lap without him enduring overtime on writing original lesson material..

Gale was a stickler for details, much to the academy’s dismay.. He could not keep his word to give his class a beginner friendly course, so they saddled him with a class of chaotic mages instead. A challenge he gladly undertook, enjoying the opportunity to put his students in their place by threatening to blow himself up every now and then.

To his students' obliviousness, the orb was long gone. No more netherese influence for Gale. No more worries about blowing up the wrong place at the wrong time.

Unfortunately for Gale, his life had become chaotic still. Not because of orbs or goddesses, but because the quest to locate Tav in neverwinter had been much easier than he thought it would be.

He’d only just arrived at his holiday location and secured a place of stay when he came across a quirky little tavern tucked away in a very busy district of the city. Gale made a mental note to visit it, when he was stopped by a sending spell sent directly into his mind.

‘’Professor Dekarios. Urgent. Dharma’s gone missing. Think she went after you. Very worried. Please be lenient. Need the class. Send her home.’’

Twenty-two words, three short for a sending spell. But he recognised the voice of Dharma's mother. The woman had been dismissive of her daughter’s increasingly concerning demeanour towards him. If she was coming after him on his vacation, Gale could finally begin the procedure to ban her from his class formally…

With a flash of orange hair dye, she was right behind him, not moments later. He eyed the young woman trying to convey his disappointment by facial expression alone. He could lecture her of course, but she wasn’t worth his personal time nor his elaborate vocabulary. Learning from his past relationship alone, he opted to ignore her to see if she could take a hint.. But it simply invited her to follow him into the tavern.

After scolding Dharma with much needed help from the halfling tavern owner, Gale clapped eyes on a malnourished and gloomy looking Tav. They never spoke a word, but it kept him thinking. At first Gale thought Tav was pretending to not know him.. He looked depressed at most. Gale felt guilty.. But also suspicioned something else was going on.

The halfling was too excited for his repeated visits, and Tav’s quick glances were that of a complete stranger. Gale hoped Tav would call him out, tell him to leave. Yell at him for not coming after him.. For not helping him with whatever he appears to be going through.

Yet.. He never does. Never, even if he had every opportunity to do so as Gale kept visiting. Gale enjoyed his little vacation exploring books with Jilvy’s other customers during club hours. A means to pass the time.. To observe.

Tav’s body language did not change. Tav’s expression did not change. A moment had passed where he could’ve feigned a look of recognition, and Gale wanted to speak up, he simply couldn’t make himself do it. Tav never questioned his silent attempts to make conversation. Didn’t question him for staring. He kept working, never sitting still for too long unless he started feeling sick. And he was sick very often.

Finally, he concluded that Tav was experiencing some sort of memory loss. Unsure of the cause, he reflected to the last moment he saw his dear friend. The absent-minded glossed over eyes, apathetic and exhausted. The same look that he bears on his doll-like expression every single day nowadays.

What could’ve caused this? The trauma of the final fight? He recalls some debris hitting Tav’s head during the fall into the chiontar.. But shadowheart fixed him up before he suddenly walked off, so.. They’ve been through many battles and Tav always kept standing right back up leading the party through the fray bravely.

Gale searched his memories, pondering for some time.. Quickly he came to a stop. There simply was no way to be sure about Tav’s situation if he didn’t talk to Tav to begin with.

Observing him quietly was weird and doing so made Gale feel creeped out by himself.

He’d hoped to run into Jaheira, Shadowheart… Or anyone else really, to converse about the situation. No. It was time to take the matter into his own hands.

He had to confront Tav. To confront his guilt for abandoning him. Surely Tav would understand he had to rid himself of the orb? But.. Then he got a job as a professor and lost track of time..

Tav was an empathetic person, but also a survival-centred individual. He definitely would’ve understood it wasn’t personal.

This conversation had to happen regardless of how Gale felt about it. He owed it to Tav.

When he made it to the tavern, it was the closing hour. He’d hoped to pass a letter to Jilvy to request a private conversation with Tav in a safe environment outside of work. He wasn’t sure how Tav would take it if he really had amnesia.

Only.. The door was left wide open. Gale stared at it, sensing an arcane disturbance in the air. He turned his head to see Jilvy waltz up to him with suspicious eyes.

‘’What’s the meaning of this?’’ The halfling looked up, carrying a large bag of supplies over her shoulder. Her suspicion faded when she recognized the worry in Gale’s eyes and took note of the letter in his hand.

‘’I shouldn’t have taken too long..’’ Jilvy drops the bag into Gale’s arms forcefully as she inspects the door. One of the hinges had come loose and it was dangling from the spare.

‘’Tav is your lost friend, isn’t he?’’ Jilvy continued, looking for the door’s missing screws in the snow. ‘’You knew?’’ Gale’s eyebrows raised in surprise from Jilvy’s casual tone.

‘’I figured as much, the boy clearly has amnesia. And I assume you figured that out yourself as well?’’ She turned her head up to Gale with the recovered metals in her hands.

Gale didn’t answer her, he looked at the footsteps in the snow, noticing a disparity in pacing. He turned around to follow the pattern, recognizing fresh imprints. One was from someone who’d have jumped abnormally far, blowing snow out of the way while doing so.. The others were dragging their heels, moving with force, as if carrying something heavy that needed focus to maintain stability.

‘’A moment, miss Fogwater.’’ Gale handed back the bag of supplies to Jilvy as she watched him draw a few symbols by hand and mutter some incantations.

‘’vide magica.’’

The divination ritual spell takes hold, and Gale sees the traces of magic. Psionic, and very familiar.. One he had only rid himself off months ago. Netherse magic. Tav must’ve retained a semblance of his illithid abilities to make that forceful jump forward. The psionic energy lingered on the ground and the door..

The remainder of the arcane traces of weave he saw were much more worrying. A failed charm spell, and a disintegrate spell, unfired.

‘’This is bad.’’ Gale mumbled, Jilvy was about to ask him what he meant by that when Tav came running back out of breath. He nearly tripped over a pile of toppled snow when he saw the wizard with his boss.

‘’Tav! You’re back.. Oh dear. I’m sorry-’’ Jilvy puts her groceries down on the ground this time, not pausing to make sure it wouldn’t fall to its side.

Gale puts away the letter in his coat, silently watching the halfling comfort Tav as if he were a lost boy.

Tav, out of breath, barely able to speak, manages to stutter. ‘’T..The- Door..’’

‘’Dharma.’’ Gale can barely hear the name as it falls from his lips, only to see Tav shockingly look behind him, trying to find Dharma. He figured out she went after Tav because of his visits.. Tav’s reaction speaks volumes.

‘’Dharma who? She owes me a new door. The brat.’’ Jilvy continues patting Tav’s back as he’s trying to regain composure. ‘’I’m fine..’’ He mutters, walking over to grab her groceries for her, the halfling stops him midway. ‘’You’re not fine! You’re sweating rivers in the middle of a very cold winter evening!’’ She pulls his hands away and holds them together.

‘’Come, come, come inside. Tell me what happened.’’ She nods to Gale, suggesting he better join them.

Tav, nauseous from his experience, takes a moment to recuperate so Jilvy serves him a hot drink. Not tea, chocolate milk.

He takes a large gulp before he speaks his story, retelling from his weird night time experiences and hearing movements.. To the visit during closing hours and being pursued.

‘’Why didn’t you ask the guards for help? No- you would.. They’re.. Ugh, no matter! Those folks are too busy trying to catch a homicidal freak. Dharma owes me a door and food supplies!’’ Jilvy huffs. ‘’Has no one respect for small business owners these days?’’

Jilvy stops mid tantrum when she takes notice of Tav’s posture stiffening. ‘’And my dear employee, of course.’’ She puts her hand on his, trying to comfort him.. Tav’s stiffness does not let up. He lets out a nervous breath.

Gale raises his eyebrows at that. There’s a homicidal freak going around neverwinter? He’s only been here for little more than a week and he’s never heard of it. ‘’Homicidal freak..? I thought neverwinter was the most civilised place out there.. Well, I guess Volo doesn’t know the splendours of Waterdeep very well.’’ He jests, referencing a quote of one of Volo’s guides.

Then again.. There was some commotion in the town squares not too long ago. Perhaps he overlooked something, too busy with his vacation activities.

‘’Aye, red curved dagger. Attacked a wintershield guard during his off duties. Unusual, there’s posters of it drawn up everywhere.’’ Jilvy interrupts his thoughts.

The description, it just.. It just clicks. For Gale at least. A red curved dagger.. Unusual design, and the only likely culprit.. Tav may appear nervous on the outside from Dharma’s murder attempt, but he might in fact be hiding for committing a crime.. Whatever for?

Tav wasn’t someone who’d just lash out against authority figures on a whim. He was very particular about avoiding the flaming fist while they were trying to figure out how to get rid of the steel watch.

‘’I’ll make sure to write a lengthy report to the blackstaff academy, if you could.. Write a complaint I can add, seeing as your business was damaged in the drama of uh.. This student’s behaviour.’’ Gale swallows. ‘’If you could, keep it out of the wintershield’s hands, I aim to look for Dharma and have her sent off as soon as possible. This is my problem to begin with.’’ He searches his pockets for his wallet. ‘’And mine to fix..’’

‘’No, no.. I can’t just take your money, dear. I’ll write a lengthy report of expenses with my complaint.’’ Jilvy answers. ‘’I prefer earning it the normal way. Besides, Tav is a victim here as well. And.. You two need to talk.’’ She brushes gently against Tav’s arm, giving his hand another squeeze. ‘’Just yell my name if you need me, dear.’’ Then, she departs with the bag of groceries in hand, not before putting a curtain in place of the broken door.

The chill creeps in, Gale takes a sip of his cup of water, watching Tav’s absent-minded eyes for a moment. He can see him shiver.

‘’Do you remember me?’’ Gale asks, finally. And to his dismay, Tav’s eyes remain the same. He looks to him as if he’s a barely familiar stranger.

‘’You’re the wizard that’s here on vacation.. Gale, right?’’ Tav answers, he brushes his hand through his hair, fidgeting with his cup.

Gale tries to figure out if now is really the best time to break the news.. Tav is vulnerable, but he isn’t sure how vulnerable.

‘’Yes, that’s correct.’’ He pauses. ‘’And I came here, looking for you.’’ He looks into his water, avoiding eye contact.

Tav stammers a bit, he puts his cup down and avoids looking at Gale as well. ‘’A-ah..’’ The room grows quiet as more of the eerie wind outside creeps in.

‘’..Am I a bad person..?’’ Tav whispers.

‘’What..?’’

‘’..I.. Must be.. I keep seeing these flashes..’’

Gale isn’t sure how to answer that, but it does answer some of the riddles.. Tav’s amnesia is definitely traumatic. He should’ve known. The signs were all there.. The absent eyes, the apathy and gloom. His self-neglect, he isn’t acting like himself.

‘’I think I’m being punished.’’ Tav sobs, hiding his face in his hands. ‘’You came looking for me.. I don’t even know if I deserve it-’’ He wails softly, trying to hold back his cries and plants his face on the table.

Gale stands from his seat and sits beside him with his knees on the floor, pulling Tav from his position into a hug. ‘’You were a hero. At least to me.’’ He allows him to stain his coat with tears and mucus as Tav continues to cry in his confusion. When he calms down, he wipes the snot from his nose, looking uncomfortable from his own actions.

‘’I don’t even know who you are.’’

Gale gives him a gentle smile and grabs his hand, reassuring him. ‘’I’ll tell you all you want to know my friend.. But first, I need to take care of this Dharma problem. I endangered you necessarily.. This is my fault. You shouldn’t be..’’ Gale shakes his head. ‘’I’ll come back, make sure to stay with your boss, Jilvy, you’re safe here.’’

Tav looks confused by his words and gentleness, the wizard is determined to act and return as soon as possible so he could help Tav. To repay the favour.

It wasn’t too long ago Gale had spent days thinking of ending his own life.. And Tav was the one to tell him he deserved to live. And live he did.. Time is of the essence.

…

It wasn’t just Gale who was concerned with spending his time wisely. The next day, Astarion stumbled on towards the tavern, noticing the posters plastered all over the windows. As a Tiefling adventurer, he did look a little similar to his noble Elf self.. But only a keenly trained eye could notice the similarities. His curls were black and long, and so were his sclera dark and intimidating in this form. The red skin and ridges matched with glamoured armour did a lot for this disguise. Attractive on its own, he thinks.

He casually stood there, reading the advertisements the tavern owner had put up.. Something about a book club and a bookstore offering discounts for members.

He pondered for a moment if he should just knock on the door and act as an oblivious customer when a halfling popped the crooked door open and started chattering about the posters to him.

Astarion barely listened to her rambling when he turned around and smiled friendly.

‘’..And I suppose I could really hire someone to look after my employee.’’

Oh, damn. He really should’ve listened to what she was saying.

Given the context, this was Tav’s boss.. She likely heard of the attack yesterday and worried about him. A little odd, he thought. This halfling spends money to protect her lone employee..? A motherly look in her eyes softened his suspicious concerns for her reasoning.

But.. The door looked awfully damaged.. Perhaps she was just looking out for her business.. No, she could fire Tav from his job if she didn’t care for him.

What an opportunity!

‘’You want to hire me as a bouncer..? For your.. Tea tavern?’’ Astarion asked, making sure.

‘’Yes, that’s what I was getting at, you look like the opportune sort? Fancy the job? I don’t want my employee and customers to worry though.. So you could pretend to be a regular.’’ The halfling nodded, clearly happy with her idea.

‘’That makes sense.. I’m expensive though.’’ Astarion thought about it, he needed to look professional to make sure the woman didn’t get second thoughts. ‘’To be honest, I think I ran into your employee yesterday- he was being chased by a.. Mage. Asked me to pretend to be his boyfriend. Are you sure hiring me is a good idea?’’

‘’Hmm.’’ Jilvy eyed his tiefling form, thinking long and hard. Then she grins. ‘’If you give me a discount on hiring you, you eat for free.’’ This halfling.. He liked her attitude. ‘’Just don’t eat all my supplies, deal?’’

‘’I wouldn’t dream of it. My name is..’’ He paused, trying to think of a good tiefling name. He had to decide fast so hoped the name wasn’t too unusual for a tiefling. ‘’Morlock.. Grey.’’ He’d almost used Karlach’s last name, but that wouldn’t be good for cover. If his friends were around, they’d put one and two together.

‘’Your name means Black Grey? Huh. Parents weren’t the creative sort.’’ The halfling then realised her tone may have been a bit.. Offensive. ‘’Oh, sorry. That was unprofessional. I am Jilvy fogwater.’’

‘’Hah! I’m a tiefling Ma��am. I don’t need to explain my.. Past, obviously.. It’s not the pleasant kind, all too common for someone growing up with horns and a tail.’’ He figured that she wouldn’t ask more, considering how he remembers the elturel tiefling refugees being treated by their surroundings. All tieflings experience some sort of discrimination. Many aren’t even born to tiefling parents..

Jilvy grows a sympathetic look, she stares at the ground for a moment. ‘’Well, nice to meet you, Morlock.’’

‘’Let's talk business, how many hours per day? How much? Will I be paid weekly or per hours?’’

‘’I knew I liked you from the moment I saw you, Morlock.’’

‘’Likewise.. Mrs fogwater.’’

He follows her into the tavern, partially listening to Jilvy pretending that he’s signing up for the book club and discussing the latest hot novella gossip.

He’s only been there barely three seconds when his eyes meet with Tav again. He doesn’t seem too surprised, just put off by a familiar face with a raised brow. Then, without a worry in the world he continues checking on his baked goods.. Working efficiently and unbothered by Astarion’s presence..

To him, there wasn’t Astarion though.. There was Morlock, the tiefling adventurer who’d saved him the day before.

‘’Aye, Tav, come here for a sec. I heard you met Morlock?’’ Jilvy chimes in, it's almost as if she read Astarion’s mind.

‘’Oh, yeah- I didn’t catch your name…B-before.. Hi.’’ He looks flustered. If only for a little bit, the glazed-over doll eyes disappear. There is a light in the darkness.

Even in this disguise, Astarion has some hold over him. Not that he can tell it’s Astarion though.. Which is the point.

But, that aside.. Astarion feels a little jealous at the looks he’s giving to Morlock.

So.. His plot thickens, while he schemes to create the perfect scenario to get Tav back in his arms, as soon as possible.

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