#sweet creature 🎶

[elparaisodetlaloc]

[th4n0s-wrld]

My lovely wife

thats nice sweetie / SILLY

[jasmarie2600]

Ideas I have floating around in my head, in case anyone ever wants to helps me plan out this Doctor Strange AU (I think I will continuously add on to it as more ideas pop into my mind)

• Wong is part of this, I think he’s either be Stephen’s magician assistant or something.

•My idea is that Christine is attending one of Stephen’s magic shows (he’s a Sorcerer in this universe, but just passes it off as being a magician, basically for money) (they’re also not allowed to tell anyone that Sorcerers actually exist, but Stephen will break that rule later) Stephen ends up getting hurt, maybe cause he summons a dangerous creature or something and everyone’s like, “wow so real!” And Christine being a nurse, helps him to a hospital. I think he would wake up and see Christine, thinks he’s dead cause she’s so beautiful, and would also audibly say “Am I dead? You look like an angel” and Christine would just become flustered and explain to him. And just nurse him back to health and they grow closer cause of that. (Also, wasn’t sure if I wanted Stephen to start off with facial hair or not, I was thinking maybe he grows the facial hair while he’s being taken care of at the hospital, and Christine says she likes it, so he keeps it)

•Feel like Stephen would ask Christine if she’d like to be his lovely assistant for some of his magic shows, she agrees but she’s still a nurse first. Wong is happy that he gets a little break and it helps Christine & Stephen get a little closer too. But Christine will still think that Stephen is somewhat of a ladies man (just a smidge)

•He asks Christine out (whatever the equivalent of Late Victorian Era, asking out is??)

•Idk if Niagara Falls was a popular tourist destination at this time, maybe? I’m going to assume it was. (This was the only place I could think that would be great for a date and also it’s near New York so..)

•This is when some of the spiciness starts: after a few dates, they go on a trip somewhere on a train. Like a 1 or 3 day trip on a train, little romance insues and when they’re going back home they maybe make out a little (or just full blown sex on a train somehow) idk I just imagined Christine saying she enjoyed her time with him, puts her hand on his cheek, they kiss, Stephen kisses her hand, then just full blown sexy times. The sexual tension has been boiling over for awhile now.

• It’s just really sweet, their first time together is more sweet and romantic. Opera sex is where we really get somewhere haha

•Also had a dream of some kind of plot where, I guess Stephen and Christine have a falling out, and she tries to make him jealous by going out with that Nick guy (you know Nick, that one guy who hates Stephen in the movie pff) The scene involved all 3 of them at a cafe or restaurant or something (and Wong tagged along too, for emotional support) and Christine just like starts French Kissing, Nick for a long time, making moaning sounds, again, to make Stephen jealous. And Stephen is just like faking a smile, with a slight head tilt the whole time but getting made the whole time. And Wong’s just like 😬 cringe.

•(More spice 🥵🥵) Stephen likes “hey guys, let’s go to an opera!” All 4 go, and Stephen gets Christine by herself and apologizes and says he’s sorry and maybe that he loves her too, Christine is like “I just want you to make love to me.” They have mind blowing sex during the opera, somewhere haha. (They both climax during the final epic dramatic opera note!!! 🎶🎶) (Stephen gets the very tongue-y, wet French Kiss & moans this time)

• (this fits more with the Opera sex tbh) Stephen “Since I’m sure that you know so much about the human body, being a nurse. Am I doing this right?” Christine “Yes, you are” (idk what they’re doing but they’re both enjoying it haha) (on second thought, he’s probably fondling her, they’re probably fondling each other TBH) Kissing each other’s bodies, all that good smutty stuff!

•During all this, Wong and Nick are just sitting together in silence, Wong tries his best to start a convo, they’re both wondering where the heck Christine & Stephen went and why it’s taking so long (idk this needs SOME humor)

•Obviously Christine breaks it off with Nick and her and Stephen end up back together. Wong’s like “how did your talk go?” Stephen is just all post-sex blissed out is like “Great”, Christine “We’re great”. Wong, under his breath “I’m sure you are” Stephen, gives him a quick side glare. They both had to fix themselves up pretty good after the amazing sex they had, they manage to look like nothing happened)

• Maybe Christine & Stephen get into a fight and break it off for a bit, because Stephen tells her that he’s actually a Sorcerer. And idk she gets cause he didn’t trust to tell her (after he proves it). But he only lied to her because he didn’t want her to get hurt. After they get back together, he freely shows her his magic and she loves it.

•I feel like Christine would wear this dress

• Mordo exists now (since I guess he’s the main Doctor Strange villain so far) or Nick too?? Maybe? I feel like Mordo will find out that Stephen cares for Christine a lot and use that to his advantage. Feel like he can kidnap Christine and be like “You’re very beautiful, and very much Strange’s type. I can see why he’s been protecting you.”

•Mordo would probably confront Stephen first (forgot if Mordo still has sorcerer powers too, he hasn’t been on screen in awhile haha 😬) but maybe he reads Stephen’s mind and he’s like “Who’s this…Christine?” Stephen: “She’s nobody of your concern.” Mordo: “For someone who isn’t of my concern, she sure occupies a lot of your mind, some would say, your every thought actually.” (Then maybe they fight or Stephen gives him a very proper threat idk)

[silenzahra]

💚 Follow Me 💜

Not long ago, my dear twin bro @megamagimugi started introducing me to his favorite band, Muse. One of the first songs he exposed me to, Follow Me, really spoke to me. More specifically, I felt it as Luigi singing to his daughter, my OC Violet Fiorella. It was so beautiful and inspiring that I ended up writing something.

And this is what I'm bringing tonight! 😄 It's been a while since I last shared a story with y'all, so I really hope you'll enjoy this little father and daughter moment with Luigi and my fankid. But first, lemme share the song that inspired the entire thing with y'all! 🎶

And without further ado, as always, you can continue reading below! Comments, reblogs and kudos are more than welcome and appreciated, I always love to hear what my readers have to say about my stories 🥰

Enjoy!! 💚💜

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💚 Follow Me 💜

Luigi is awakened from the restless sleep he had managed to fall into due to persistent crying that pierces the night.

He sits up immediately, alarmed, and allows himself only a second to get his bearings. The moonlight streaming through the window allows him to see that, fortunately, Daisy is still asleep beside him. His poor wife is exhausted after spending the whole day alone with Violet, a sweet and affectionate little girl, but also very active and reckless. Like mother, like daughter, and in this case like uncle, like niece too.

Luigi knows that if he loved her any more, his heart would burst.

After quickly caressing his Fiore’s cheek and removing a strand of hair from her face, taking care not to wake her, Luigi pulls back the sheets and gets out of bed. As he puts on his slippers, he can still hear the crying, sad and desperate, as if the little person making the sound feels abandoned and forgotten by everyone. Luigi knows that feeling all too well, but just as his brother, his wife, and his best friend were there for him, he’ll always be there for his Fiorellino.

Polterpup is waiting for him in the hallway. His ghost puppy has proclaimed himself the guardian and protector of the youngest member of the family since her arrival, and every time she cries, if he can't find a way to help her himself, he rushes to find Luigi or Daisy so that his young mistress won’t be left unattended. The plumber pats Polty affectionately on the head and scratches him behind the ears, and smiles to himself when he notices that the spectral creature is following him to Violet's bedroom, next to her parents'. He’s touched by how seriously his dog takes his role and how well he and his daughter get along. Also, as a father, it’s a relief to know that his little flower will always have a faithful and loyal protector by her side.

When he opens the door, the yellow owl-shaped light shining on the soft lilac wall allows him to make out the shape of his little girl in her crib. Just as Luigi expected, she’s standing up, whining and clinging to the bars, probably wishing she could find a way out, fortunately without success. Ever since Violet started walking and showed that she’d inherited her dad’s agility, both her parents have grown concerned in case their daring and courageous daughter will ever manage to escape from her cradle and they won’t be around to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself.

But now their little girl is alone and needs her father.

“Ciao, piccolina,” Luigi greets her, his tone low and warm.

Violet stops crying as soon as she sees him and, with teary eyes, reaches out her little arms toward him, her Fire Flower plush forgotten on her pillow. Luigi smiles tenderly and bends down to carefully pick up his baby. His daughter clings to his green summer pajamas as soon as he holds her against his body, and hides her head in his chest with such desperation that it tears Luigi's heart apart.

“Did you have another nightmare, Violetta?” he whispers as he holds her close.

Violet has just turned one year old four days ago, but she’s already shown her intelligence on numerous occasions, which, according to Daisy, she also inherited from him. And now she does it again, as, without breaking the contact with her dad, she nods against his chest in a clear indication that she understands, then snuggles even closer against the light fabric of his pajamas, seeking his warmth and protection.

“Oh, mia piccola Fiorella...”

Luigi's hand almost completely covers his little girl's back as he hugs her. He caresses her gently and kisses her head, where a thick tuft of hair the same color as his has already grown. Violet is wearing a thin lilac bodysuit with a yellow daisy print that contrasts with her dark skin, exactly like Daisy's, so Luigi leans over her crib for a moment. The green wool blanket with the emblem of the Royal House of Sarasaland that his mother knitted for Violet shortly after she was born lies on top of the mattress, so he carefully spreads it over his baby to keep her warm. It's not cold yet, October hasn't started, but the temperature drops at night, especially in Birabuto Kingdom, a mostly desert land.

Besides, this is Violet's third night sleeping in her own room. She was moved there the day after her first birthday, reluctantly by both Luigi and Daisy, but especially by the girl herself. They know that this is a step they’d have had to take sooner or later, but they both miss having their daughter in their bedroom. Above all, Luigi misses the nights when they ended up placing Violet in the middle of the mattress so that she could have the shelter of both her mom and her dad to help her sleep better and more soundly. It worked like a charm.

Luigi always had the sweetest dreams on those nights. After all, the last thing his eyes saw was the image of his two flowers sleeping in each other's arms, his violet with her thumb in her mouth, his daisy with an expression of pure serenity shining on her face. When he fell asleep, Luigi had one hand resting on his daughter's tiny body, feeling her steady, peaceful breathing, while his forehead brushed against his Fiore's.

It was his favorite way to sleep.

Now, even though both he and Daisy are able to rest due to the fatigue accumulated during the day, they both miss the feeling of sleeping with their little girl snuggled between them. And, of course, Violet longs to feel the warmth of her parents, or at least to have them in the same room as her when she wakes up in the middle of the night.

His daughter feels abandoned.

And Luigi can't let that happen.

He knows all too well what it's like to feel lost and alone in the dark, with his loved ones far away and unable to find peace without them. He understands all too well that this is causing his Fiorella to have nightmares, and he’s determined to find a way to banish them forever, just as he did with Mario shortly after their first adventure in the Mushroom Kingdom. He’s tried different stories and tales, something he started doing when Violet was still forming in Daisy's womb, and it’s almost always worked. The only exceptions were the endless nights when his little girl cried and cried because she was teething, and her exhausted parents could only count the hours until it was safe to give her medicine again so that the three of them could try to get a few minutes of sleep.

Luigi has a feeling that, just like back then, stories won't work this time either. Violet, like Daisy and Mario, loves his storytelling skills and always listens to him intently, and he couldn't be happier or prouder that his little girl, like him, is a lover of stories and needs them to fall asleep.

But there's something else that Violet, like everyone else in their family, also loves.

So, without hesitation, Luigi decides to try his other passion, the one that connects him to his brother, his wife, and now his daughter. Hoping it will help her relax and find solace, the plumber clears his throat and strokes Violet's baby hair.

“When darkness falls and surrounds you...”

His voice is barely a whisper, as he doesn't want to wake Daisy by accident. With his daughter in his arms, keeping her warm with her wool blanket, Luigi begins to pace around the room. Polterpup has laid down next to Violet's crib and curled up on the green rug that Daisy placed there the day they decorated the room that would be their daughter’s. It ended up being a curious but perfect mix of the three of them: the thin curtains and the carpet are a soft forest green; the armchair next to the crib is a warm orange, as is the shelf where the girl's first books rest; and the walls and ceiling, in honor of the name Luigi and Daisy chose for their daughter, were painted lilac.

Therefore, with a little bit of green and a little bit of orange, Violet's parents are present in her bedroom, wrapping her in their love.

“When you fall down,” Luigi continues, “when you're scared and you're lost...”

The plumber lets his voice fade slowly and remains silent for a moment. He stops in front of the window and pulls back the curtain, allowing the bright moonlight to flood in. Seeing it through the glass, huge and full, presiding over the night in Sarasaland, Luigi squeezes Violet and rests his cheek on her hair before singing the next verse. Feeling her tiny fingers resting on his back and collarbone melts his heart and brings a smile to his lips.

“Be brave,” he sings, caressing Violet's cheek with his thumb and rocking her gently, hoping his message will sink in. “I'm coming to hold you now.”

His daughter hugs him tighter when she hears these words. Violet has always loved being in her dad’s arms, ever since she was born, and Luigi's soul soars knowing that he is his little girl's safe haven. He intends to always be there for her, ready to hold her no matter what, and hopes he’ll be able to teach her to be strong like her mother, determined like her uncle, kind like her aunt, and, perhaps, brave like her father.

“When all your strength has gone and you feel wrong, like your life has slipped away...”

He rocks Violet a little more as he continues singing. His daughter is still clinging to him, but she's doing so with less force, less desperation, and Luigi scores a small victory as he realizes that he is, slowly but surely, succeeding in calming his baby.

“Follow me,” he sings, putting a little more firmness into his voice. “You can follow me. And I, I will not desert you...”

He pulls her closer and rubs his cheek against her tiny head. He knows Violet is very young, but given her intellect and skills, he hopes his words and, above all, his fatherly love will sink deep into his daughter's heart.

“When your fire's dried out, no one's there, they have left you for dead...”

Luigi can hardly believe that there was a time in his life when the little treasure he holds in his arms, snuggled against his chest and grasping his t-shirt, did not exist.

He still remembers the joy that overwhelmed him when he and Daisy found out that they’d soon be one more, that it would no longer be just the two of them, but him, her, and a little baby who would be proof of all the strong and deep love they have for each other. Luigi got extremely emotional the first time he and Daisy could listen to their child’s heartbeat, and even though he was being struck by all his fatherly love that was still very new to him, he recalls Daisy being also quite affected. He’s aware of the great effort his wife made that day not to burst out crying like he did. He still hugged her though, willing to comfort her while he, too, sought for her comfort.

And more than one year later, here he is now: hugging this tiny part of himself, beautiful and cheerful and so much like him and her mom, who’s come to fill his world with laughter, madness, infinite joy, and a love so boundless and fierce that it cannot fit in his chest. Luigi often feels that his heart will expand throughout his body in search of more space to contain all the intense and wonderful emotions that his daughter makes him feel.

Luigi has had many fantastic adventures with his older brother, his best friend, and, of course, his beloved wife.

But without a doubt, becoming Violet's father is the greatest adventure he’s experiencing.

“Follow me, you can follow me. I will keep you safe.”

Still rocking her, he squeezes her again, his protective instinct flowing through his veins and controlling his actions. A sudden mirth spreads through his body when he hears his daughter's giggle, and he feels her hug him back. Luigi looks away from the moon and a moved smile blooms on his lips as he watches the peaceful expression on his little girl's face as she embraces him with all her might.

“Follow me,” he murmurs, his voice a little shaky. “You can follow me.”

He allows himself a second to simply enjoy contact with his daughter and, of course, to hold her close with all his love, relieved to have finally found a way to make her feel better. Music has always been very important to Luigi. He and Mario learned to create their own melodies when they were young, and Luigi continued to do so after he started dating Daisy. He was, and still is, so in love with her that he simply couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, contain himself.

That's why, just as he used to tell Violet stories before she was born, he also sang countless songs to her. He and Daisy often sing together and perform little duets while dressing or bathing their daughter, to distract her and make everything more fun, more like a game. But also to comfort her in moments of sadness or pain. Luigi usually finds it harder to sing at those times, as his heart weeps to see his baby girl suffer. He’s deeply grateful that Daisy notices and starts singing so that he, guided and helped by the calmness she gives, can join in soon after.

And Violet loves it when her parents sing to her and always asks them for more. In fact, at night, if she’s still awake after her dad’s story concludes, she’s lulled to sleep by the lullabies he sings to her.

So Luigi hopes that his message, his promise that he’ll always keep her safe and sound, will be engraved in Violet's memory and that she’ll never forget it.

And he adds another one after taking a deep breath to regain the strength of his voice.

“I will protect you.”

And he will do so with his life if necessary.

“Oh, I won't let them hurt you,” he continues, and begins to move away from the window, though he doesn’t turn his back on it completely. “Hurt you, no.”

They’ll have to step over his dead body, and even then he’ll rise, like a living dead or a ghost, to continue protecting his daughter and prevent anyone from even trying to harm her.

Luigi will make sure they all pay.

“When your heart is breaking...”

His own heart shatters at the realization that, unfortunately, he won't always be able to prevent his precious child from suffering, no matter how hard he tries. But he shall be there to soothe and reassure her, and he hopes she understands that she’ll always have her father's support and comfort.

“You can follow me,” he continues. “I will always keep you safe.”

He looks down and meets his daughter's huge blue eyes, identical to Daisy's, fixed on him. A small smile graces her lips, a sign that she’s not only listening attentively, but also enjoying the song her dad is singing to her tonight. Satisfied, Luigi leans down slowly and holds his daughter's tiny head in his hand, and they both close their eyes for a second before their foreheads meet.

“Follow me. You can trust in me,” he assures her, smiling as he sings. “I will always protect you, my love.”

His last words are barely a whisper, just for his daughter, and he gently moves her away when he finishes the verse. Violet looks back at him intently and, smiling, raises her tiny hand to caress her dad’s cheek while bringing the thumb of her other hand to her mouth, which means that sleep is beginning to take hold of her. Luigi sighs, melting at the tender gesture, and leans down to kiss his girl's forehead, hoping that it’ll encourage her to close her eyes and rest in his arms.

“Feel my love,” Luigi sings in a soft whisper as he walks toward the armchair. “Oh, feel my love...”

Even though he knows he should put Violet in her crib, Luigi doesn't want to let her go. Taking care not to let the wool blanket covering her slip, the plumber sits down in the soft armchair, his feet resting on the green rug where Polterpup lays, wagging his tail without raising his head, also sleepy. Luigi makes sure his baby is snug against his chest and well covered. He tells himself he'll only stay like this for a few minutes, just long enough to enjoy the feeling of having his precious daughter asleep in his arms, breathing peacefully as she sucks her thumb, finally lost in sweet dreams. With all his fatherly love beaming on his face, Luigi strokes Violet’s soft hair and kisses her tiny head as he leans back.

“Sogni d'oro, mia piccola Fiorella,” he whispers. “Papà ti vuole bene.”

The placidness radiating from his sleeping baby induces him to rest his head on the back of the armchair and close his eyes for a moment, wanting to enjoy the feeling of sleeping with her once more. Before she grows up.

Little does he imagine that he’ll end up spending the whole night there and won’t wake up until Daisy enters the room in the morning, only to find a plumber sprawled out on the armchair, with a hand hanging over its arm and his legs stretched out in front of him, next to his ghostly puppy. In his other arm he cradles his daughter, who, fortunately, remains in the same position, her finger in her mouth as she sleeps soundly, covered by the green wool blanket that her grandmother knitted for her.

But that's a problem for tomorrow.

[blissfullybubblez]

🌧️☁️ Rainy Day Fun for Littles! 🌈

When it’s too wet to play outside, it’s time to make the inside just as fun! Here are some super sweet and cozy things you can do when the rain’s tapping on the windows:

🖍️ 1. Color Your Heart Out Grab your favorite coloring books or just some blank paper and crayons. Draw rainbows, puddles, or even make your own silly creatures that love the rain! 🌈

🍪 2. Bake a Little Treat Make cookies, cupcakes, or even simple no-bake treats. Get messy with frosting and sprinkles! Don’t forget to share your creation with your stuffed animals or family! 🍩

🎶 3. Rainy Day Playlist Dance Party Put on some cheerful songs and dance around the living room! Don’t worry about the rain outside; inside is the perfect place for a wiggle-filled jam session. 🎧

🧸 4. Build a Cozy Blanket Fort Gather all your blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals to build the fluffiest, most magical fort you can. Then, curl up inside with a book or your favorite movie. 🏰

📖 5. Read, Read, Read! Rainy days are the perfect excuse to snuggle up with a pile of books. Read some favorite stories or explore new ones. Or, listen to an audiobook while you cuddle in your blanket nest. 📚

🎨 6. Crafty Creations Make some rainy-day crafts like paper raindrops, rainbows, or little cloud mobiles. Use colorful paper, glue, glitter, and stickers to make it fun and sparkly! ✂️

🎥 7. Movie Marathon with Snacks Pick out your favorite movies, grab some popcorn, and settle in for a movie marathon! You can even pick a theme, like “superheroes” or “silly animals.” 🍿

🐾 8. Have a Stuffie Parade Give each of your plushies their own name and personality, then line them up for a fun little parade around your living room. They can even have their own dance-off! 🧸

☁️ 9. Make a Rainy Day Journal Draw pictures or write about your favorite rainy day memories. You can even include a list of things you love about the rain, like puddles and the sound of raindrops tapping on the window. 🌧️

☕ 10. Have a Tea Party Set up a tea party with your stuffed friends, dolls, or family. Serve pretend tea, cookies, and snacks, and chat with your guests about the weather. 🫖

Rainy days don’t have to be dull. They’re just a chance to slow down and enjoy the coziness of being inside. Stay warm, stay snuggled, and make the most of your day indoors! 💖🌟

[dragonagegayz]

🎶Six Songs Soundtrack🎶 Bas Edition (plus some)

Are we shocked im coming to do my other boys?

Rules: If you're tagged, make a post with links to music and/or lyrics describing six things/events about your OC/story.

Bas De Riva

1. Event that describes your characters past

So silent

No violence

But inside my head

So loud and clear

You're screaming

You're screaming

Cover up with a smile I've learned to fear

Just sunshine

And blue skies

Is this all we get, for living here?

Come fire

Come fire

Let it burn and love come racing through

Oh I'm still alive

I'm still alive and

I can't apologise, no

2. How others see them

I hurt myself today

To see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I'm still right here

3. How your character sees themselves

I know I'm made of clay that's worn

Blinded by imperfect form

But I will trust the artist molding me

I am creation, both haunted and holy

Made in glory

Even the depths of the night cannot blind me

When You guide me

Creature only

Look inside my heart and find a perilous ravine

Carved within the beauty, the darkness in between

Standing in the balance of complete and incomplete

I identify the echo of what is and what will be

I know I'm made of clay that's worn

Blinded by imperfect form

But I will trust the artist molding me

(Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

In a room that's growing dim

Illuminated from within

The pull of tension's empathy

4. Their closest relationship (romantic or platonic)

Lucanis and Bas (romantic)

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me

Not to take me home

It was simple, it was sweetness

It was good to know

You look perfect, you look different

I don't wonder about your indifference

If I said you could never touch me

You'd come over and say I looked lovely

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me

Not to make me cry

It was simple, you are sweetness

Let's just sit a while

Depollute me, gentle angel

And I'll feel the sickness less and less

Come and kiss me, pretty baby

Like we'll never have sex

Illario and Bas (ex-romantic)

Don't

Don't you want me?

You know I can't believe it

When I hear that you won't see me

Don't

Don't you want me?

You know I don't believe you

When you say that you don't need me

It's much too late to find

When you think you've changed your mind

You'd better change it back

Or we will both be sorry

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

Don't you want me, baby?

Don't you want me, oh

Viago and Bas (platonic)

5. Major fight scene

I'm the hand of God, I'm the dark messiah

I'm the vengeful one

(Look inside and see what you're becoming)

In the blackest moment of a dying world

What have you become?

(Look inside and see what you're becoming) oh

6. End Credits

Alone at the edge of a universe humming a tune

For merely dreaming we were snow, mmh-mmh

A siren sounds like the goddess

Who promises endless apologies of paradise

And only she can make it right

So things are different tonight

We'll go together in flight

[kyoranrilynth]

🩸BloodNotes🎶: The First Drink

She should have pushed him away. She should have driven a stake through his heart. She should have kicked him out of the group. But, she didn’t. Instead, she offered her neck, kindly and freely, and told him to drink.

He’ll never forget the way her blood tasted as it flowed across his tongue. Sickly sweet and bright. Like a poison, it seeped into his veins, fueling him with strength he’d never known. As the velvety liquid flooded his senses, it pushed him closer and closer to feeling more alive than he’d felt in centuries. Rodents and Kobald be damned. Nothing could compare to her.

His mind had started to cloud, drunk on the taste of her. By the mouthful, he swallowed her ichor, losing a sense of self as he drank his fill. Thankfully, she remained more alert than he and pushed him off before he drank so much he’d regret it.

Licking his lips, Astarion stared at her neck, grinning to himself about the leniency he’d been given. She had every right to tell him no, but she hadn’t. She had every right to be angry, but the furrow in her brow displayed otherwise. She had every right to tell him to get lost, but she encouraged him to stay.

She was his first and she was divine, and Astarion found himself succumbing to the idea of her blood dancing across his lips for a second time. He could get addicted to the taste of her, fueling him with the feeling of life he’d long forgotten. Though, as much as he wanted to, he’d never ask for it.

”This is a gift, you know.” He decided on instead. “I’ll never forget it.”

He flexed his hands as he walked away, noting how they almost felt - warm? When was the last time he’d felt his own body produce heat? Was this the power of intelligent blood?

The blood - her blood - coursed through him unlike any other he had tasted before. It filled his body with vitality and breathed color back into his world. The sensation of life that overcame him felt unreal. And, before he even stepped foot out of camp, Astarion found himself craving more.

Shit.

—-

The following morning, Astarion’s head swam with the memories of the night before as Kyoran walked up to him.

He expected her to chastise him, tell him it was a “one-time thing,” and warn him to hide it and control his urges, but she didn’t. Instead, she stood soundly in front of him, the same as she always had, and asked him what they needed to do to keep him healthy and curb his hunger. Hells, she’d even defended him against the other party members when they swarmed his tent and warned him not to touch them. Not that he wanted to anyway.

A bit dumbfounded by the level-headed response, Astarion nearly stumbled on his words as he promised he wouldn’t drink the blood of any innocents. He’d only find his fill on creatures and criminals. So, when she offered her neck to him again, he couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity. He even promised to be careful and quiet in order not to disturb her rest when he did. And he certainly would if it meant he would get to taste time and time again.

She quickly nodded her approval before walking to Karlach’s tent. As he watched her go, Astarion couldn’t help the way his mouth watered at the promise of drinking from that lovely neck again. Kyoran enticed him and, for once, he didn’t care if it made him weak because it certainly made him happy.

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[serenpedac]

hey loves ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ hope youre well! saw the OC questionare reblog and wanted to give it a go! so here: 🤔,🐉,🎶,🎻 !!

Hi sweet friend, thank you for the ask! Answering these for Laura, to give her some love ^^

🤔what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

She cannot function without her coffee, does that count as a quirk?

As for mannerisms, she talks a lot with her hands, making gestures for emphasis and such. If she's nervous, she twists her hair around her hand.

🐉what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

A phoenix. The flames, the dying and being reborn from ashes fascinate her, plus, the creature looks majestic.

🎶what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Laura listens to music pretty much all the time. Her taste changes depending on her mood, anything from techno to pop to symphonic metal.

🎻does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

She took guitar lessons years ago, but doesn't really play anymore. What she would love to learn, however, is drumming!

[icdrawings]

Corpse puppet au

By @sketchquill

Chapter 6

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Wally's pov

I sat in an open coffin noticing that there was a bouquet of flowers nearby; picking them up I saw the flower language it spoke making me fill up with sorrow "roses for eternal love, lilies for sweetness, baby's breath" I sight before throwing the flowers on the ground in anger "why so blue?" I turned to see Sally sitting next to me rubbing my back "maybe Gold's right, maybe we are too different" I was sadden by that fact "maybe they would like their head examined" home said as I forcefully pulled him out from my ear "I could do it" Home continued "or perhaps they do belong with him, Mr. Living with those rosey cheeks and beating heart" I said with jealousy 'like really what do they see in him or... maybe I was quick to conclusions but still!' I thought of what happened more clearly "oh, those boys are just ten a penny, you've got so much more, you've got-you've got-you've got a wonderful personality" Sally stuttered.

🎶 What does that that wispy little brat have that you don't have double 🎶

🎶 He can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile 🎶

Sally started to chime in

🎶 How about a pulse? 🎶

I placed Home down harshly while thinking of Gold with that man.

🎶 Overrated by a mile 🎶

🎶 Overfed 🎶

🎶 Overblown 🎶

🎶 If they only knew the you that we know 🎶

I scoffed

🎶 And that silly little creature isn't wearing their ring 🎶

Sally lifted my hand with the ring.

🎶 And he doesn't play piano 🎶

🎶 Or dance 🎶

My mind went to me and Gold dancing.

🎶 Or sing 🎶

🎶 No he doesn't compare 🎶

🎶 But he still breath air 🎶

🎶 Who cares? 🎶

🎶 Unimportant 🎶

🎶 Overrated 🎶

🎶 Overblown 🎶

🎶 If only they could see 🎶

🎶 How special you can be 🎶

🎶 If they only knew the you that we know 🎶

I stood up slowly.

🎶 If I touch a burning candle I can feel no

pain 🎶

🎶 If you cut me with a knife it's all the same 🎶

I get to the door.

🎶 And I know their heart is beating 🎶

🎶 And I know that I am dead 🎶

I slowly slid down the door I was leaning on.

🎶 Yet the pain here that I feel 🎶

🎶 Try and tell me it's not real 🎶

🎶 It seems that I still have a tear to shed 🎶

I scurled up a bit before Sally picked me up.

🎶 The sure redeeming feature 🎶

🎶 From that little creature 🎶

🎶 Is that he's alive 🎶

She spun me around.

🎶 Overrated 🎶

🎶 Overblown 🎶

🎶 If only they could see 🎶

🎶 How special you can be 🎶

🎶 If they only knew the you that we know 🎶

She let me go as I started to walk back to the coffin.

🎶 If I touch a burning candle I can feel no

pain 🎶

🎶 In the ice or in the sun it's all the same 🎶

🎶 Yet I feel my heart aching 🎶

🎶 Though it doesn't beat it's breaking 🎶

🎶 And the pain that I feel 🎶

🎶 Try and tell me it's not real 🎶

🎶 I know that I am dead 🎶

🎶 Yet it seems that I still have some tears to

shed 🎶

I laid down as a single tear slid down my face, Sally and Home tried to comfort me in my sorrow not realizing that a certain cat took the bouquet.

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Gold's pov

I was at the same ledge where me and Wally first shared names; laying down on the seat as I hugged myself looking at the view.

I had finally calmed down when I heard a 'meow' looking down to see Rascal with a bouquet of flowers in front of him before he nudged it with his head towards me. I sat up before grabbing the bouquet of flowers and inspected each and every one of them before Rascal hopped up "...why couldn't I just do what I was told..."I whispered as I kept looking at the flowers "If I had just done what I was told then no one would have been hurt, everyone would have been happy" I picked out a lily knowing that Rascal was there to listen.

"... but then you wouldn't have been happy" I froze not believing the voice that spoke, the same that belonged to..... "...Jewel?"

I looked in disbelief, she was there even if blue she looked the same as she did all those years ago. She gave me a warm smile, a smile that had never changed, I tackled her into a hug "...big sister..." I felt myself weeping again and tried to stop it as she hugged me back, rubbing my head. "oh, Gold let it out, I'm here now" she hugged me tighter causing me to cry harder "that's it, there you go, good job" she rubbed my head more helping me calm down as I slowly let her go "now tell me what happened" gently grabbing my face as I nodded.

I started to explain everything, not skipping any details as Jewel listened intensely "I wanted to talk to Howdy, just to tell him that I didn't leave because of him and that he's a good person and should find happiness elsewhere but then he confessed to me and Wally appeared and-and" I had to stop myself from crying, Rascal climbed onto my lap so I could pet him to distract me "a-and he saw Howdy and n-now he's mad at me a-a-and I don't blame h-him" I stopped as Jewel rubbed my back "it's okay Gold, I know that everything is messy right now but who knows everything could fall into place before you know it" she said before grabbing my hand "but right now you need to focus on you, what do you want to do," she said "I-I... I want to be happy" Rascal pressed his head against my hand "then what makes you happy?" Jewel asked "Wa... Wally" I said covering my face with my hands to hide my blushing face "then do what you need to do" she said as she kissed my forehead, I handed her Rascal and left so look for Wally.

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The living realm

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Howdy's pov

"It's true, Mother! Gold is married to a dead man, I saw him! a corpse! standing right here with Gold!" I tried to explain.

"Gold was in your room?" She asked me "I have to help them!" I said thinking of the worse "the candle!" My Mother shrieked "oh dearie, come sit, your shakin like a leaf! here I'll get you a blanket" Ms. Beagle said rushing off to fetch me one leaving me here alone with my Mother "fetch him a straightjacket! He's completely mad!" She shouted at Ms. Beagle before she herself went and locked the door from the outside so I couldn't leave.

My brain was still foggy after what happened, how could they just disappear like that? How could they be so calm? I couldn't do anything here, I needed to leave and get help, sure I could ask Ms. Beagle, she has been like a Mother to me and I don't want to get her involved in this plus I need greater help, I need the Pastor.

I grabbed the blanket that Ms. Beagle had fixed for me, I would apologize later, and used it to climb down from my room and made my way to the church, frantically banging on the door for the pastor to open "Mr. Pillar, what are you doing here? You should be at home, prostrate with grief" he said

"Pastor Galswells, I have to ask you something" I begged "this is most irregular" he said "please I beg of you, you are the only one in the village who knows what awaits beyond the grave" I kept begging "a grim topic for a groom-to-be" he said finally letting me ask my questions "can the living marry the dead?" The Pastor looked at me like I was mad which was understandable.

"What on earth are you speaking about?" He asked "please, it's Gold, they're married to a corpse, they have a corpse groom! There must be some way to undo what's been done" I begged again "mmm, I believe I know the thing to do, come with me" he blew his candle as I followed him.

He tricked me, dragging me to my Mother "he's speaking in tongues, of unholy alliances, his mind has come undone, I fear" the Pastor said "it's not true! Let me go! Let me go!" I protested, trying to get away from his grip but he was strong for an old man "then you so very much, take him to his room!" my Mother said to the pastor before closing the door and handing me to Ms. Beagle "no, I'm telling the truth, Gold needs my help, Ms. Beagle, you believe me, don't you? Mother, Father, please" I begged trying to get away when Ms. Beagle picked me up and started walking to my room "seal the doors, and bar the windows, see to it that he doesn't escape again" my Mother scream "they need my help! Let me go! Let me go!" I kept screaming, wiggling, trying anything to get out of Ms. Beagles grip but nothing helped 'with her strength it was no wonder how she could hold Barnaby when he acted up' I thought.

I was put to my room by Ms. Beagle staying by my side "oh my dear boy are you alright" she asked "no, no I'm not" I tried not to cry "my dear you acted to reckless down there, you might be labeled as mentally ill and sent to the loony bin if you keep this up" she said smacking my head gently "heh I'm just, what I saw was real, I don't know where Gold is but with that corpse around them I dear for their safety" I said "Howdy, my poor boy, maybe he is actually their lover and they decided to run away" I looked at her shocked "maybe they loved each other before this, remember you are in a arranged marriage" she said before I interrupted her "but they came here to talk to me" I said.

"did you even let them talk first, you are one to rush into things without another thought" she said making me rub the back of my neck because what she said was true and that I was also embarrassed "I just... I need to know if they are alright" I said sadly "you love them don't you" she said rubbing my back "I guess I do get attached easily" I said shyly as Ms. Beagle rapped me up in a blacket. She left me with my thoughts until I heard my parents down stairs "will this mortification never cease? It will be years before we can show ourselves in public again?" I heard my Mother say, I bent down closer to the floor to hear more of the conversation "what shall we do?" I heard her ask most likely my father "we shall continue as planned with or without cold" "Gold" both me and my Mother correct him.

"Whatever" my Father said not caring "for that child to toss aside a young man like Howdy... It is positively criminal" I heard Lady Julie 'what was she doing here' I thought confused "why, if I had a man like your son in my arms, I would lavish him with riches befitting royalty" she continued making my uncomfortable "your gentlemen husband is a most fortunate man" I hear Mother say to Lady Julie "alsa, I am not married, I was betrothed some years ago, but tragedy snatched my lover away" she said and I caught a bit of actual sorrow at the end "when one lives alone, wealth counts for naught" she finished as I got up knowing where this was gonna go and I had to leave. Grabbing a crowbar I snagged when I was younger and tried to open the door for a few minutes until it opened but on the outside. I quickly hid the crowbar behind my back seeing my family.

"Marvelous news, Howdy, there'll be a wedding after all" Father said

I had to play the act of an oblivious fool "you found them?" I asked "we must have you looking presentable for Lady Julie" she said.Even though i knew this out come I was still shocked "Lady Julie?" I said "she will make a fine wife" my Mother said "aye, a fortuitous turn of events indeed" my Father said "a far better prospect this time" my Mother remarked "but I do not love her, you cannot make me do this" I protested me unwillingness but they didn't care "we must" my Father argued "please I beg you, there must be another way" I was begging at this point "without your marriage to Lady Julie, we shall be forced penniless, into the street, we are destitute" Father barked annoyed "but Gold-" I wanted to continue with my protest but my Mother cut me off "Gold Treasure has gone, child".

"You shall marry Lady Julie tomorrow" Father said before they both walked to the door "according to plan" they both said before leaving and locking my door.

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Eddie's pov

My mind was twisting when I was called up by the Van Dort's for their carriage "oh, it's almost dawn! Where could they been?" I heard Ms. Van Dort's say 'maybe hiding from you' I thought "Gold Treasure, elopes with a corpse! Heartbroken groom to wed a newcomer" I heard what the news said and so did the Van Dorts' "wealthy newcomer? It cannot be" I heard Ms. Van Dort 'of course, more worried about the money' I snarled at these so called 'parents' "did he say 'corpse'" Mr. Van Dort said "oh, don't be ridiculous what corpse would marry our Gold" Ms. Van Dort said making me angry.

'your Gold? YOUR GOLD?! YOU MEAN MY KID, NO MY KIDS THAT I RAISED AND LOVED UNCONDITIONALLY, HOW DARE YOU TRY AND TAKE THE TITLE OF PARENT AWAY FROM ME' I held the reins tightly making my knuckles white before I started to cough, but taking Gold's advice earlier, the cough was getting better

"oh, Eddie! Silence that blasted cough" Ms. Van Dort said trying to hit me with her umbrella 'oh, I'm gonna enjoy wasting your time' I thought as I made the horse start running startling the two "Eddie!, are you trying to kill us!? I think he's trying to kill us!?" Ms. Van Dort shouted but I couldn't hear her due to my laughter.

Helping me with my worry 'my little Peach is a smart and kind person, they'll come back, I just need to give them some time' and this would also give me time to work on my plan.

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[elparaisodetlaloc]

[steddiesongfics]

🎶April🎶

This month, I want to give you a bonus challenge. It's not required, but for fun I'd love to see if you can incorporate the @steddiemicrofic prompt in your song fic for this challenge. Extra extra bonus points if you can follow the exact word count from that challenge, too!

Here's the songs for April:

Never Gonna Leave This Bed - Maroon 5 Sweet Creature - Harry Styles For The First Time - The Script Talking In Your Sleep - The Romantics (suggested by @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe) Closer - Nine Inch Nails The Gambler - fun.

These were all randomly selected from picking a playlist on Spotify and hitting shuffle with one sent in request. If you have song suggestions for future months, please feel free to send them in!

BONUS CHALLENGE FOR APRIL: The song fic must be a drabble with a maximum of 1500 words. This is optional, but is a format I'm testing out for this challenge for future use.

Please remember to check the pinned post on the blog for guidelines and message this blog with any questions!

Happy writing! - Mickala 💖

[thegirlyartist]

If "PrincessHillaryella's World! And The Cute Demon Puppy Kitty LaisBethLola" (from Tumblr) was turned into an anime series, here's what it might look like:---🎀 Anime Title:プリンセスヒラリエラの世界！とキュートなデーモンパピーキティ、レイスベスローラ(Princess Hillaryella's World! And The Cute Demon Puppy Kitty, LaisBethLola)---✨ Genre:Magical Girl ✨Slice of Life ☁️Comedy 😂Fantasy 🌸Mild Supernatural 😈Occasional Wholesome Chaos 🐾---🎬 Plot Summary:Hillaryella, a clumsy but kind-hearted teenage princess from a sparkly alternate dimension, escapes to Earth after her kingdom is cursed by dark forces. Her only companion? The mischievous, sassy, and overly adorable Demon Puppy Kitty LaisBethLola, a part-demon, part-cat, part-puppy creature with chaotic magical abilities and questionable morals.Together, they navigate the weirdness of Earth, go to school, accidentally cause magical disasters, and try to uncover the mystery behind the curse—while dealing with nosey classmates, suspicious teachers, and a parade of bizarre magical creatures.All the while, Hillaryella dreams of one thing: making friends, eating sweets, and one day returning to her kingdom to break the curse... if LaisBethLola doesn't blow it all up first.---🐾 Main Characters:👑 Hillaryella (ヒラリエラ姫)Princess of the Glittering Moonlight KingdomClumsy, kind, hopeless romanticMagical staff turns into ridiculous objectsOften embarrassed by LaisBethLolaSecret crush on the quiet, cool transfer student😈🐱🐶 LaisBethLola (レイスベスローラ)Demon Puppy Kitty hybridSmall, fluffy, way too powerfulSwitches from cute to demonic in secondsLoves sweets, chaos, and making fun of HillaryellaMay or may not have caused the curse in the first place...---🌸 Art Style:Super sparkly, with pastel colors and exaggerated kawaii expressionsChibi-style reaction momentsMagical transformation sequences full of hearts, glitter, and demon runesLaisBethLola has huge, expressive eyes that switch between innocent and evil---🎶 Opening Theme:“Sparkle Disaster Love!” by HoneyPinkA bubbly J-Pop song with chaotic instrumental breaks and cute vocal distortions when LaisBethLola sings backup.---🎶 Ending Theme:“Fluffy Shadows” by Kuro-Neko☆A chill, melodic song showing Hillaryella and LaisBethLola walking through town at sunset, interspersed with funny outtakes.---🏫 Episode Structure:Episodic Slice-of-Life mixed with ongoing magical mysterySchool hijinks, magical mishaps, creature battlesRunning jokes: LaisBethLola getting them detention, Hillaryella failing magic testsOccasional emotional episodes about loneliness, identity, and friendship---🎥 Example Episode Titles:1. "The Transfer Princess?! Hillaryella's First Day on Earth!"2. "Demon Puppy Kitty Detention! Chaos in the Classroom!"3. "Magical Sleepover—Beware the Cursed Popcorn!"4. "Glitter Battle Royale! Who Stole the Friendship Crystals?"5. "The Day LaisBethLola Tried to Take Over the School...Again."---🎤 Voice Casting (JP & EN examples):Hillaryella — Kana Hanazawa (JP) / Erica Lindbeck (EN)LaisBethLola — Rie Kugimiya (JP, in cute/evil mode) / Cristina Vee (EN)---🎀 Merch Potential:Plushies of LaisBethLola (cute + demonic versions)Glittery Hillaryella wands and accessoriesStickers, pins, and "Cursed Snacks" candy boxes---Would you want it to be more comedy-focused or lean into a deeper magical girl storyline?Want me to draft the theme song lyrics or a scene from the pilot episode? 🎬

(for @princesshillaryellaworld25 and @laisbethlolademonpuppykitty)

[devorantescorda-2]

🎶 – a playlist my muse made for yours

send in a symbol to receive...

sweet creature - harry style

tears in heaven - eric clapton

dark paradise - lana del rey

heathens - twenty one pilots

wild horses - the rolling stones

i'm no good - amy winehouse

control - halsey

unfinished sympathy - massive attack

[dez78]

🎶🩸Slyus Headcanons🩸🎶

Slyus is very sly, he's charming, persuasive, deceitful, cunning and he can put on a good performance, but he is clumsy and not at all intimidating.

Example: "I'll knock you up! Fuck, no, I meant-shit. Knock you out!"

Slyus can talk his way out of a death sentence and make the executioner blush while doing it.

He's been on the chopping block a lot in his life.

Slyus is extremely unlucky, like the amount of bad luck he has should be recorded in text.

Despite being a mischievous bard. Slyus can be an excellent storyteller when he wants to be. Other times, he does it purely for fun and exaggeration.

Slyus has a heart shaped birth mark on his hip.

Slyus uses his lute as a weapon and thwacks enemies constantly with it.

Since Slyus bashes enemies with his lute often. The poor instrument has been through a lot of abuse but is still in immaculate condition. Slyus takes really good care of it afterwards, he's repaired it many times and polishes it when he can.

Slyus is an incredible player at Lance Board, but a crap gambler. He has no luck in it, but the game? Master. He even sets up battle plans based on the game, and they always work much to the surprise of his companions. Syrus has stopped questioning it entirely.

Slyus got arrested once for seducing a prince. One of the many times he was headed for the chopping block. The morning of the execution, he sweet talked the guard and got let out.

Slyus is the type of bard to sing and perform a show inside his prison cell as he waits to be rescued...again.

Slyus pulls Astarion into kisses at the worst times, like mid battle most of the time.

He is all over him and Syrus is fighting the battle himself when those two are smacking lips.

Slyus is absolutely the persona of Chaotic Energy, he's got a golden retriever attitude, he's very chaotic, and a bit of a dumbass, always getting into troublesome situations.

Slyus is an excellent listener.

Slyus carries his childhood teddy bear everywhere with him because it was the last thing his mother bought him; it's his last reminder of her.

Slyus prefers his lute, but he's not limited to it. He can play the violin, the harp, the piano, and the flute.

Slyus hates being controlled, if someone shows any signs of control, Slyus will become fiercely rebellious.

Slyus prefers silver over gold, something about its cool, moonlit aesthetic just feels right to him.

Slyus has a flashy, dramatic fashion sense, even rivaling Astarion.

Slyus can dance beautifully, he will take every chance he can get to dance.

He can dance salsa, tango, waltz, etc.

Slyus pulls his "seductive bard" routine on enemies, and it works.

Slyus uses Vicious Mockery like a second language, if he's not confident in a fight with his cross bows and short swords, he will spit insults from the back instead.

Slyus has a soft spot for luxury and lavish things, whether it be elegant clothing, or lounging on silk sheets, he appreciates the finer things in his un-life.

Slyus below the belt is rocking 6" with a slight curve.

Slyus favorite color is pink, almost everything he owns is pink.

Slyus wears a silver belt with a ruby rose buckle with a silver trim.

Slyus's favorite flowers are red roses and pink lilies.

Slyus has a silver tongue, he can weave beautiful tales, whether they are real or fictional.

Slyus maybe stupid with survival skills, but he's extremely book intelligent, having deep conversations with Gale and Ryld.

Slyus despite being a vampire, can actually cook really well, rivaling even Gale. He first learned to cook from his mother, then he continued into his adulthood. Then during his seduction to feed, he lured people in with candle lit dinners.

Despite being a creature of the night, Slyus never killed any of his victims. Ever. He's Chaotic Neutral, but he isn't vile.

Though, every one of them fell in love with him afterwards, so he definitely has a reputation as a heart breaker.

Slyus knew he was officially gay when he tried to sleep with a woman for the first time and he couldn't perform, embarrassed he left in hurry, never looking back. He was 19.

The first time Slyus was with another man intimately, he was 21 and he performed poorly, extremely embarrassed he apologized, the other man reassured him. Slyus would always remember his kindness.

Slyus and Astarion had met years prior, before their tadpole journey. They met in passing, but don't remember each other.

Slyus found his first lute in a dumpster behind the Elfsong when he was 11 years old and became a street performer.

Slyus was a natural lutist and performer. He was born for it.

Slyus is quick witted and always has a snarky response ready for every sentence.

Despite his confident and pompous exterior, Slyus is still a scared little boy that misses his parents.

His snarky exterior is a mask to hide his deeper feelings of insecurity, loneliness, and helplessness. He's actually extremely fragile, but he hides it so well. Hiding behind a smile and flirty words.

He's described usually as an arrogant, little peacock by outsiders.

His personality is all a facade for survival, he's barely holding himself together. He thinks his life is a mess.

Slyus is extremely flamboyant, flicking his wrists and using feminine hand gestures. He even stands with his hip out and a hand on it.

Slyus fully embraces his femme side, he'll wear flashy clothes and makeup when he wants to be bold.

Slyus enjoys long baths, they are relaxing, of course he will go all out, salts, scented candles, etc.

Speaking of, Slyus's favorite candles are vanilla.

Slyus himself smells like rosewood, cherry blossom with a hint of lavender.

He always keeps his perfume in his satchel during the travels.

As a bard, Slyus obliviously reads and writes poetry. He weaves words together beautifully like a lyric.

Slyus doesn't take life seriously, he treats everything as a joke, it's his defense mechanism.

Despite having fun on the battlefield, Slyus actually is an incredible fighter. He's just squishy and gets wounded a lot.

He uses hand crossbows, but he is an amazing archer with a long bow. He can hit a bullseye with his eyes closed.

Slyus can paint in incredible detail, like he gets laugh lines, flaws, and pores. He never shared this with anyone, Astarion found out and Slyus begged him to keep it secret.

Slyus had painted Astarion and he saw it, drinking in every detail of his face. He still keeps the canvas in his belongings.

Slyus is a considerate and delicate lover, he praises everyone he beds, worships them.

Despite his 222 years, he has never had true relationship, he's had one night stands all his adult and vampire life.

Slyus is unashamed in the bedroom, he is a loud lover and tries his hardest to embarrass his lover. Until he meets Astarion and the rogue tells Slyus, he isn't being loud enough.

Slyus loves to play with feelings and tease relentlessly, this ends up making Astarion question his love and their relationship to which Slyus drops the theatrics completely, he becomes very sincere and considerate, even without the tadpole, Astarion knows it's the truth.

Slyus loves breaking rules, he will push buttons to see how far he can get, he is a complete menace in that regard.

His alignment gives him freedom, like he'll save Arabella and offer to escort the Tieflings to Baldur's Gate, but then he'll send Kar'niss to his death in the shadowlands to get the moonlantern.

Slyus does the smolder to get what he wants, it usually works, but with Astarion it doesn't which is frustrating to the bard.

He also has the biggest puppy eyes, which makes it really hard for Astarion to say no or anyone for that matter.

Slyus purposely wears a bold red lipstick just put lip prints all over Astarion.

Slyus is fluent in elvish, common, celestial, drow, and thieves' cant

Slyus can sing in elvish as good as he can in common, he usually charms his audience with his skilled tongue in more ways than one.

Slyus can write perfect cursive.

Slyus can write in elvish.

Slyus likes to hold hands with his lover, ensuring they don't disappear and leave him behind.

[gotham-witch]

Ahem.

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

🥯 BAGEL — what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Hecate can play the piano, violin, and flute. They have practically mastered the piano, and are at the advanced stages of Violin and flute.

Hecate is currently a freshman in high school, moving on to sophomore.

Hecate is truly an “I listen to everything” person, but you’ll mostly either find them listening to rock or alternative music.

Absolutely dragons would be their favorite.

Hecate is selfless, kind hearted, and empathetic.

Hecate is also very insecure, hyper emotional, and very sensitive.

To Hecate, family, friends, and trust are the most important thing in the world.

Hecate all time favorite sweet is Carols Caremel-Mocha-Marshmellow-Peanut butter-Fudge topped with whipped cream, strawberry sauce, bananas, and chocolate chips.

Hecate typical breakfast is either a whole breakfast buffet, or a granola bar. No in between. But there’s always coffee.

Coffee over everything. They like a mocha that sweet but not too sweet.

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♡—DREAM was active on Dream__Fanart (again)! He liked:

this is a canon event

reherslas!

To whoever wants to hear🎙️:

Campfire story time 🔥

Dreamteam as mythical creatures! :D

An evening out on the town✨

was it worth it? for them?

happy Lantern Festival have some tangyuan everyone☺️

pov you're about to get destroyed

Don’t go

sweater weather 🧡💚💙

do not separate😤

It's gonna be alright

someone get him some velcro shoes 🟩👞

The first Dream Team Christmas sure was,,,, interesting 😀 !

super quick sketch to honour our boys LET'S GOOOOOO

Best friends :D

little buddies🤏

THEY SURVIVED ANTARCTICA !!! ❄️

// OMG ITS 🥦🫐🍊 !!!

i dont think they know how to stop…

to infinity! and… uh vidcon? 🚀🌙

:)

what are they singing? 🎶

WIP moment

Uh oh he fell in love

sweet conversations ❤️

they're talking about something

dreamie singing to his koi fish, scribble and wobble :P

Let him cook

he’s a gamer or something like that

🎉One persons success is everyone's success💕 💚Congratulations Dream and the Team🫶

🩵 ☁.

i wanna squish them

he's just sososo pretty 🛐🛐

custom converses for the droncert 👀

🎨🖌️.