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🦑 prince of fools 🦑
#SORRY I'VE BEEN OUT OF IT!!!#theon greyjoy#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#valyrianscrolls#yes honey that comet is for you don't worry about it#art
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too sweet (astarion ancunin x reader)
"you know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain. pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. [...] you're too sweet for me."
summary: astarion realizes you're too sweet for him, and he probably shouldn't let this go further than necessary. but, oh, he's going to. isn't he? (based on this request and the song 'too sweet' by hozier <3)
pairing: astarion ancunin x gn!reader
warnings: spoilers for games regarding camp dialogue with astarion, discussion of astarion's past trauma, talks of self-loathing/disgust with sex, vague mentions & allusions to sex having been had, manipulation at it's finest! minors dni.
wc: 2k+
a/n: i just wanted to get inside this man's mind when he drops that fucking line the second time he tries to sleep with us/tav. why does his face fall like that? why?
divider by @firefly-graphics <3
As Astarion observes the rise and fall of your chest in the soft morning light, he can only think one thing: shit. He fucked up.
And he had spent most of the early hours trying to retrace his steps, trying to decipher exactly where his monumental mistake had begun, but it seemed useless.
It could have been somewhere between the first and third bottle of wine shared with you last night during festivities, where he’d sweet-talked you to the high Hells until you’d agreed to return to his bedroll in the dead of night. Where he’d made the joke that wasn’t all that funny – the joke that he loved you. Three pretty words tried out on his tongue, and they hadn’t been nearly as light-hearted as he’d wanted them to be. More of an experiment, a quick sip to see if he liked the taste. And he had fucked up, because he did like the taste. He liked the sweetness that stuck to every corner of his mouth as he delivered the sugar-coated lie to you, his entire face falling as a new weight appeared in his chest.
But perhaps it had been the first night he tasted you – well, your blood, that is. The night he’d awoken from a nightmare of Cazador and in his vulnerability, had chosen you as his victim of yet another experiment. A test to see if he was truly free. One drop of a thinking creature’s blood, that was all he needed. But you’d given more than he’d bargained for, and your cloy ichor had coated his taste buds so addictively, and he had just known that night was only the beginning. It was the first time, but certainly not the last.
He thinks he could drink in whatever you offered him, and only that, for the rest of his days while still finding some sickly, twisted version of reprieve regardless. Not a drop more than he needed, always vying for more.
He’d be okay with that type of hunger, that type of yearning, and that might have been his first real mistake.
Or maybe, just possibly, it had been that very first meeting. Maybe he had doomed himself from the moment he’d pressed a blade to your neck, when he had dragged you to the ground with him and felt all that warmth, all that fear, radiating off of you. So frightful, and you still had offered your help to him when it was all said and done. Perhaps that was when he had well and truly screwed himself over. One simple introduction, void of his usual wine and flowers, and he’d locked himself in for pure trouble.
Not even the fun kind, at that. What a shame.
At the end of the day, or rather the beginning of the day as it is now, it doesn’t matter where his threads had started to unravel. All that matters is that they were – every carefully thought out line of his plans had all frayed, all detangled from the bigger picture, all because of you.
Heart of gold, blood of honey. You were far too sweet for him, and he knew it.
“Having fun, are you?”
“I am, it’s hard not to with you.”
You’d taken each of his tactics in stride, hadn’t you? Whereas his face had nearly crumbled beneath the weight of that beautiful lie, insides twisting uncomfortable as the humor had slipped through his fingers, your eyes had only glittered as you bit back a smirk. To so lightly tease him, to banter right back with him, instead of see the truth behind it all. He didn’t know if you were simply that naive or if you were another kindred soul – Perhaps you were finding just as much safety, just as much sanctuary, in whatever dance he’d dragged you into. An entanglement of lies, a blithe facade, a daring smile that whispers come now, play with me.
And play with him, you had.
You’d played with him, you’d drank with him, and you’d now slept with him. Twice.
“You’re up early,” your voice murmurs, silken tone cutting through all his racing thoughts.
He hadn’t even noticed you had stirred, rousing yourself out from underneath his stolen blankets to peer at him curiously as he perched on the edge of the bedroll. As far from you, and as far from your sweetness, as possible.
“Oh, you know what they say, my dear,” he chirps, rolling his shoulders as the act wraps him back up. The charismatic charmer. The illusive rogue, trained impeccably to coax you in and secure his safety, “No rest for the wicked.”
He’d awoken before you last time, too. Had watched the sun rise and enjoyed the warmth of it plastering across his skin long before you’d ever woken up. He half-hopes you’ll be less talkative this time; he half-hopes you’ll try to rope him into whatever discussion you can, if only for a few extra seconds of your attention.
You were too sweet. Too sugary on his tongue, too soothing in his chest. He shouldn’t entertain you – he shouldn’t let this go further than necessary.
You hum thoughtfully, the blanket slipping and exposing more of your chest. With the light flickering in from his tent’s entrance, he can easily spot those two scarring dots along your jugular where his fangs fit perfectly, “I don’t know if I’d describe you as wicked, lover.”
“No?” Roped into discussion, it is. “How would you describe me then?”
He’s not comfortable in this lighting. He feels feverish beneath your steady stare, the way your eyes take their time as you look over every inch of him. The languid observation has him convinced you’re seeing right through him – your glance can pierce right through all his armor and expose every flaw. You see him for the monster he is, you see him for the bitter soul he’s become, you see him as the unworthy spawn he believes himself to be.
He almost swears that you even see right through his nice, simple plan at hand, not so easily fooled as he had believed you to be.
“Charming, certainly,” you suddenly sigh, sitting up and keeping your body mostly covered still with that knitted blanket. He’d only snagged it because the shade of the wool nearly matched your eyes – not that he was paying attention to your eyes, of course, “But then again, you’d have to be to have bedded me twice now, wouldn’t you?”
“We can always make it thrice,” he banters back, ignoring the bile that builds at the insinuation. But if that’s what it takes – laying on his back over and over again – to guarantee your protection, he’ll do it. He’d do it a thousand times over to keep himself as far away from Cazador’s chokehold as possible, “Does that entice you, love?”
When he turns his body fully, beginning a carefully and calculated crawl up the bed roll, ready to slot his body back between your thighs and encourage you to have his way with him, you stop him. The heel of your foot delicately presses against his chest, your head tilted curiously before you shake it.
“Who’s the eager pup now, Astarion?”
He likes the way his name drips off your tongue. Almost as if he might be made of the same sugar and spice as you, the same pure honey flowing through your veins also inhabiting his. You say it like a song, articulate it like the sweetest fruit.
He shouldn’t like it. It shouldn’t be able to overpower his lingering disgust with himself so easily.
“It’s hard not to be eager when it comes to you,” he says the line with good practice, beckoning a purr to his tone that had always won over the victims he’d entrap in dark taverns back in the city, “I said the Gods had made you just to ruin me, and I meant it.”
He’d meant it more than he’d realized. It wasn’t just your body that had been sculpted to draw him in – it was everything. Your entire aura, your entire glacé demeanor. All that innocence and all that geniality enticed him more than he could ever admit. You were certainly going to ruin him, so wholly and so entirely. You’d already started to, really.
You don’t respond at first, and he swears he has you. You’re locked in on his distraction, caught up in his web, just as he needs you to be. One lithe hand lifts to your ankle, cool fingers wrapping around your warm skin as he begins to lower his lips, ready to pepper kisses up your leg. Prepared to offer you his mouth, his body, in return for the one thing he needs. Self-loathing be damned.
Old habits die hard, right along with pride, and he’s not quite ready to bury either at your grave yet.
But just as he presses the first chaste kiss to your skin, nearly taken back by how your sweetness still breaks through the salty surface, you’re pulling the limb away from him. Your knee draws back and a disarming smile has risen on your cheeks, eyes glittering at him just as they had the night before.
“I suppose I’ll have to come find you when everyone is asleep, then.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
What exactly had he been waiting for? You, of course. But had he been waiting for you to find him solely for what had transpired? To explore your portfolios of talents once more, as he had put it? Or had it been for something more… precarious?
Was he nothing more than a prey, waiting for you to be his demise?
Had he actually been waiting for this?
The challenging look in your eyes as they reflected back stars, the warmth of your skin so close to him he nearly melts into you. The upturn of the corners of your mouth, outlining the way you certainly know something that he doesn’t. A look you wear well, a look that shakes his foundations and rattles his bones.
“As tempting as you are, I’ll have to decline. Duty calls, as they say.”
Can you see right through him?
He should be more deflated when you start going through the motions; he should be pouting or overthinking it all as he watches you gather your clothes once more, covering up the few bite marks of his that litter your skin. Every moment you prepare to leave his tent should be one spent overthinking where he’d gone wrong – why didn’t you want him? Was his plan even going to work?
Were you truly too sweet for him? Would he have been better off trying to romance the likes of Gale for the safety just shy of his grasp now?
He doesn’t, though. For once, his mind is quiet as he watches you patter about. The bile retreats, the disgust fades. For the first time in a very long time, Astarion is leaving this interaction not feeling used.
Maybe it’s in the way you cheekily snatch one of his shirts as you both pretend he doesn’t notice it, or maybe it’s in the gentle caress of your fingers through his hair as you pass him to pick back up your discarded weapon. Maybe it’s in every shy glance you offer him, or maybe it’s in your ever present grin.
Watching you leave should worry him, but it only feels like a breath of fresh air. A wind that comes sweeping in with the promise of next time just as you pull back the flap to his tent.
And he hadn’t realized he’d been waiting patiently for you to turn back to him until you do just this, offering him one final glance that sets him aflame, “Oh, and before I forget – you can feed on me tonight, if you need to.”
Heart of gold, blood of honey. He couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.
“Then I’ll see your delicious self tonight,” he takes a pause, one big and unnecessary breath filling his chest alongside that warmth you bring to him. The fearless leader, the kindest soul. His most apt nickname for you yet falls off his lips in a content sigh, “My sweet.”
He shouldn’t entertain you – he shouldn’t let this go further than necessary.
But he’s going to. Gods, he is going to.
After all, the sweetest fruits always fall from the most forbidden branches, do they not?
#ghost's stories#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion x reader#astarion x you#astarion x tav#astarion fanfic#bg3#god i fucking love this song#idk why i really like the heart of gold blood of honey line#when i wrote it it really scratched an itch in my brain? it's probably stupid#no taglist except for reblogging on my makeshift tagging blog because i still have been too lazy to add astarion to the options#womp womp
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Wow ctnt are so cool i wish gay people were real... anyway go listen to what happened to you by black honey
#Finals week kicking my ass... save me tntduo. Tnt save me#Polynomes and vectorial translations have nothing on tntduo brain space wise#my art#dsmp fanart#cwilbur#cquackity#ctntduo#anyway hope yall enjoy i didn't have the energy to colour the rest but i think yall wont mind#alright thanks for the support guys love yall xoxo#black honey is a real good band go give their songs a listen its worth it if you like a sort of dreamy retro rockstar vibe#fennec.art
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A friend recently told me another friend of his has started watching doctor who in the most bizarre order I've ever heard. Started with twelve, went back to nine, skipped ten, and is now on eleven.
The crucial part of this is that this person was just introduced to River Song in Flesh and Stone, and knows absolutely nothing about season four. After watching the episode, they remarked, "I think it's cute how they flirt like an old married couple. I wonder how it would have been if she'd ever met David Tennant's doctor."
My friend and I are watching with baited breath to see how this whole thing plays out.
#doctor who#river song#tenth doctor#eleventh doctor#honey you have a big storm coming.jpeg#my friend and I are losing our minds over this#paradox posts
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Why ship Moana x Matangi when Moana x Loto is RIGHT THERE
Like Spirit Granny can’t pull the Bat Lady
#Moana 2#Moana#Loto#Moana x Loto#Grandma Tala#Matangi#Granny x Matangi#as if Loto wouldn’t love making thousands of trinkets and new ship designs for Moana!!!#as if Moana’s heart wouldn’t swell with joy and adoration for the inventions Loto gives her- COME ON#their relationship can be cultivated into so many tropes#acquaintances to lovers#childhood friends to lovers#Let Moana have a slow burn with Loto please!#Matangi is a Wine Aunt and that’s the tea#early 2000s usage of platonic babe and baby and honey was lost on you guys during the Get Lost song but it’s ok#but she really gives off bisexual aunt energy TO ME ok#who’s trying to get her adopted niece to stop overthinking everything and just start#now the granny who’s besties with the ocean and the bat lady#SHIP HER WITH SPIRIT GRANNY PLS#don’t act like granny can’t pull#batgranny#grannybat#Tala x Matangi#Matangi x Tala
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Ghost and Pals songs will be like. *simple synthesized melody repeated a couple times* *the same melody but over top of the musical equivalent of a can-crushing factory* [some Vocaloid twink] Reflections on ice. A spiders eye. Fangs in the mirror. Tells me what I'm meant to be. Nothing makes sense and my bones are cracking. *Key Change* I'm falling down the stairs. I can't feel my eyes. 40 milligrams of clozapime to fill me with the you in me. Please pick up the phone. Kneel for me and tell me I'm God. *Extended instrumental outro.* and the song is called Passtime Signal or something and it makes your brain feel like it's fizzing.
#ghost and pals#vocaloid#honey im home#thanks to you song#pathological facade#candle queen#the chattering lack of common sense#amygdala's rag doll#etcetera etcetera
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“A loser, but just maybe if we eat shit together, things will end up differently.”
#they can work as either part istgs#like— AAAAAAAAA it’s such a ✨them✨ song#Like Angel and Knockout are very much similar but Knockout and Husk would give that advice#Starscream sounds like Angel but also fits more to talk about what Husk deals with instead of what Angel deals with#IDK BUT ITS SO THEM AND I NEED MORE OF THEM WITH *THIS* SORT OF DYNAMIC#help— I wish I could actually draw things other than ghosts and flora 💀#transformers#tf knockout#knockout tfp#transformers knockout#tf starscream#starscream#imagine Skyfire and Breakdown hearing this song and playing it whenever they miss their wives#I can see them do that — “I miss my conjunx”#so many of the lyrics and off-hand comments made in this song fit Knockout & Starscream#“and you think that makes you UNIQUUUEEEEEE?????”#Knockout 100% would call Starscream “honey” despite both of them having conjunxes#legit flirts with Optimus — ofc he would#the way this song is also about hope and self-love???? exactly what Screamer NEEDS??????#idk I’m like so giddy when it comes to this song and ✨them✨#I’m not even a Hazbin fan — everyone around me irl just is 😭#Spotify#koss#knockscream#knockout x starscream#minor starfire/skystar & knockout x breakdown#I’m too scared to tag all these ships but you get the idea
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are you coming?
#twst#malleus draconia#please cue the song honey(are you coming?) by Måneskin#finished another wip that was from 8months ago#wild#i feel powerful#originaly this mal was supposed to be threatening#the wip was done after a part from ch7 was released#i was drawing lightning in the bg originally#but now its magical instead#maybe almost romantic?#i really like how this one turned out#im suprised i even drew a bg haha#now time to sleep....goodnight
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Artist Honey who's never felt like they were the subject of someone else's art and Writer Guy who never thought of himself as an artists subject, learning what it means to have a perfect subject and be that subjects perfect muse
Artist Honey not realizing at first that they used the same colors they associate him. Yellows, oranges, greens, and blues replacing the monotonous black and white patterns that had been staining their canvases for months
Writer Guy noticing that he started using the words they do when he's writing dialogue. Intricate sentences replacing bland words and detailed scenery replacing basic filler words
Artist Honey accidentally finding a page that fell out of Guys notebook and being inspired to sketch the scene, returning both pages to him the next day
Writer Guy leaving them sticky notes on their morning mugs and backpacks
Artist Honey drawing on his hands and arms, coloring in tattoos that are already there, and adding more to the empty spaces
Writer Guy with pages of poetry with reverent thoughts of his lovers smile
Artist Honey with sketchbooks filled to the brim with pieces of him, his eyes, his hands, his smile. Every piece of him that they've been memorizing for years now
Artist Honey and Writer Guy who became each others inspiration and couldn't be happier about it
#never the muse by madilyn mei is the most honey/guy song ever because you can view it from either perspective#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redactedverse#redacted guy#redacted honey#redacted fandom
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AT LAST “HONEY IM HOME!”

@paracosmicessence one of your posts on Twitter inspired this, so uhhhh sorry to tag you but it felt right to do 😅
#shadow the hedgehog#sonic the hedghog fanart#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedghog fanart#eclipse the darkling#black doom#ghost and pals#honey I’m home was literally the only song I listened to one year for like two months#literally peak#thank you paracosmicessence for opening my eyes to the shadow-ication of this song
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Pleaseeee someone take me to war i literally dare you I'll be so good ill burn the garden down to ash and I'll wrangle all the beasts please I'll break anything you want just pleaseeeee let me stop swallowing my words
#crane wives#the crane wives#im so tired#words#song#take me to war#honey i dare you#can you tell im hyperfixating
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Another little drawing I did for my tumblr fic, Of Gadgets and Psychics
(Has not happened yet and might not but i was seized by a vision)
#scp-42605 content#scp 42605 draws#my first time drawing Bruce#can you tell#Bruce thinks ness is so normal#me @ Bruce: honey you’ve got a big storm comin#the song is a head explosion one but it grows on you#it has grown on me like a colony of ecoli on room temperature Canadian beef if you couldn’t tell#ness earthbound#earthbound#bruce wayne#dc batman#batman#batfamily#batfam#dc comics#dc#of gadgets and psychics#technically art for a fic#art for a fanfic#EBxDC#earthbound x dc#ness is Damian’s twin brother AU#silly
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See how when I make a character playlist I take into account their canon tastes, the songs lyrics and their personality and not just filling it with whatever angsty song is trending? Very respectful, very mindful!
#that’s not to say trending songs don’t fit a character#it’s just that some songs DONT MATCH SOME CHARACTERS AT ALL AND IT DRIVES ME CRAZY#at the end of the day it’s your playlist and you can put what you like#this is just me complaining#actually I also hate when celebrities do this for their characters#sometimes it’s works#sometimes it doesn’t#like honey I know you read the script!#anyways gonna tag some characters I’ve seen get this treatment#jason todd#dick grayson#Bruce Wayne#dc comics#jean grey#scott summers#logan howlett#rogue#marvel#dante sparda#Vergil Sparta#devil may cry#video games#fictional characters#complaining#Batman#red hood#nightwing
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I didn't think I was gonna show this song to anyone... It's still hard to sing but I'm just really happy to hear that anyone resonates with it a little. This is called Breathing Song.
#samia#samiaedit#samia finnerty#breathing song#honey#honey tour#musicedit#lyricedit#usermusic#usermusicdaily#dailymusicians#dailymusicqueens#popularcultures#my gifs#*#sa mention#sa tw#WHY WOULD IT MATTER WHAT HAPPENED AFTER YOU SAID NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
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i will never get over the fact that the people behind the soundtrack for bridgerton really made us sit there and listen to a classical cover of a fucking pitbull song while we witnessed one of the single greatest love confession scenes in all of shondaland television history
#i was so engrossed in the drama and the romance that i didn’t even notice it was a pitbull song on the first watch#but oh honey now i can’t stop noticing it and thinking about it#like for why??? why have you done this????#polin#polin bridgerton#colin x penelope#penelope x colin#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#bridgerton season 3#bridgerton season three#bridgerton spoilers#spoiler alert#spoilers#bridgerton
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Ouran highschool x doctor who au
Tamaki is the 16th doctor and Haruhi is the companion and instead of the companion being In love with the doctor, the doctor is in love with the companion.
"DOCTOR QUICK THE DALEKS ARE APPROACHING"
"they're approaching too fast, quick let us kiss under the stars so we can live out our final moments together~~~"
"CAN YOU SHUT IT WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE"
Omg and his screwdriver would be in the shape of a rose
I am a genius
(I'm silly in the tags!)
#okokkk but heres the problem#what about everyone else#i was thinking it would be funny if honey and mori are aliens bc of that one episode#where they think honey is a alien for eating all that cake#lol imagine if river met haruhi in this au#“THATS MY HUSBAND STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM”#“YOU CAN HAVE HIM I DONT WANT HIM”#ouran high school host club#hikaru hitachiin#kaoru hitachiin#kyoya ootori#ohshc tamaki#haruhi fujioka#ohshc#tamaki suoh#ouran hshc#ouran manga#au#doctor who#doctor who au#tumblr#someone please figure out who everyone else is#river song
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