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theworldwalkersdiaries · 2 months ago
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Dehydrated
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theworldwalkersdiaries · 1 year ago
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Winter’s was a potent cocktail of having an affinity for “monsters” and outcasts (Urchin Tiefling, yo), believing him when he said “only a taste,” and believing him when he said his little speech about being “too slow…too weak” to hunt anything else, all with a powerful underlying attraction to him while flustering easily.
Oh Winter my sweet summer child 🥲💕
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melonalemonade · 8 months ago
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forehead smooches 😚💕
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mooreaux · 1 year ago
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Dark urge play thru is goin well w bby gurl Winter Rose 🌹
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jiaxxnscribbles · 6 months ago
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Baldur's Gate 3 🤝 Don't Starve Together:
the shadows hate you
meat products are a valid weapon
(Feat. my tav Avallir)
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spacebarbarianweird · 11 months ago
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Heartbeat
A short fluff for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge.
Prompt: Snow&Ice
Tags: fluff, pregnancy
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Astarion gasps as the freezing grasp of the nightmare lets him go. He doesn't remember what exactly decided to torment his mind this time, but it wasn't anything pleasant, that's for sure.
For a few seconds, Astarion can't understand where he is. It's a dark room with a low wooden ceiling. The blizzard howls, threatening to freeze to death anyone who dares step outside.
"Hm?", he hears a sweet sleepy voice. Gentle hands wrap around his body. "Nightmares again?"
Astarion turns his face to you. The warmth of your body returns him to reality, washing away the dirt of the cruel visions.
"It's all right", he whispers back. "Sleep."
You adjust yourself to his body, intertwining your legs with his and placing your head on his chest. You are so close he can hear blood streaming through your veins.
Before, he could ask you for blood. But not now.
Your rounded belly rests on his stomach. Your half-elven body easily betrays your pregnancy - it's visible to everyone with eyes.
And Astarion is scared. That is probably what came to him in the nightmare. Something about this thing that's so natural for mortals and so unnatural for the undead.
Pregnancy.
He caresses the belly trying to concentrate on something else. On something good.
But, gods know, it's difficult.
"Astarion, you are starving. You need to go on a hunt", you whisper to him, finally opening your eyes.
"I didn't know you were so eager to become a single mother", he chuckles. "It's too cold even for me"
"Maybe you will ask someone in the town? They will gladly share animal blood with you."
"Trust me, they tolerate me only because not once in these five years I've tried to feed on something that belongs to them. Vampires can live without food for years, love. I can wait at least a day before the blizzard ends."
You sigh and tug him closer. He can see your freckles, these gorgeous sunmarks. Red hair. Half-elven ears.
He still can't fathom this idea. It's something abstract, unreal. Just a word without a meaning. Your body is changing. Sometimes you have such insane mood swings he has no idea what to do. And you feel so delicate in his arms that he is afraid to hurt you.
"Are you afraid?", you finally ask.
"Yes. I am."
A pleasant silence falls once again.
"Me too. Considering how shitty my own mother was, it's not like I have a healthy maternity example. On the bright side, I have a very clear idea of what I am not supposed to do with an innocent child."
"It will probably be a dhampir, love. Aren't you afraid of that? That it's just a monster inside you?"
"I willingly went to bed with you. What else would I expect?"
You hug him tight and he is lost in your breathing and the heartbeat. So alive. So kind. So brave.
He willingly went to bed with someone whose weapon of choice is a two-handed axe he can't even lift. Someone who could easily pet a dragon. What else did he expect? Of course you aren't afraid of monsters.
But it doesn't mean he isn't scared of the future to come.
"I am cold", you suddenly say.
"I am sorry", he tries to pull away - his cold body isn't a great source of warmth.
"Don't move!" you tighten your muscles not allowing him to go.
"I will make you colder."
"So what?"
He gives up and keeps enjoying your warmth. Does the baby have this warmth, too? Or it's more undead than mortal? It bugs Astarion that he hasn't found any information on how the pregnancy is supposed to progress if the child is a dhampir.
Does it even have a heartbeat?
It seems like you have fallen asleep once again. He smiles, studying your face in the dark.
The sound of a blizzard lulls him so is your breathing. Nothing to be afraid of. The past is past, no matter how horrible it was.
And then Astarion hears another sound.
He can't understand what this is and is surprised that your heartbeat feels so weak.
Then he hears yours, loud and stong.
And the other one, weak and hardly identified by his sharp senses.
It seems like he flinches because you are awake again.
"What is it?"
Astarion sits up and puts his hands on the belly. The tears flow down his pale face and he doesn't try to wipe them away.
"My love, what happened?" you reach out for his curls and touch the tip of the right ear.
"I-", the words are stuck in his throat. "It's the heartbeat. I can hear our child's heartbeat!"
Astarion tugs you closer for a kiss. He laughs joyfully, muttering words of gratitude in Elven as if forgetting how to speak Common all of a sudden.
You spend what looks like an eternity in each other arms. Then, you pull away a bit.
"Astarion. I am so sorry to ruin the moment but I am dying of hunger, too. Can we go downstairs? I will fetch something for myself and the baby."
He chuckles. "Don't be ridiculous, darling. You stay in the warmth under the blanket and I will cook for you."
"You?" you laugh innocently. You've been together for twenty years and Astarion rarely has to cook only if you fell so sick he has to feed you.
"Well, I suppose our child won't drink blood. So, I have a few more months to learn how to prepare food."
"At least let me help you before you burn the house", you reach out for him and he lifts you in the air. "Will you get me back on my feet?"
"No, why should I?"
You put your head on his chest. "All right, then. Carry us downstairs, my beautiful husband!"
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ellie-shy · 8 months ago
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he just vibin'
let him live.
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bg3-winter-big-bang · 21 days ago
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Meet the Mods!!!
We'd like to introduce the team for the event and remind everyone that sign-ups close on the 22nd.
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theworldwalkersdiaries · 1 year ago
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TEETH
covered by Annapantsu feat. Chloe Breez (original song by 5 Seconds of Summer)
Some days you’re the only thing I know Only thing that’s burning when the nights grow cold Can’t look away, can’t look away Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah
Sometimes you’re a stranger in my bed Don’t know if you love me or you want me dead Push me away, push me away Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay yeah
Call me in the mornin to apologize Every little lie gives me butterflies Somethin in the way you’re lookin through my eyes Don’t know if I’m gonna make it out alive
Fight so dirty but you love so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go
Fight so dirty but you love so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go
Some days you’re the best thing in my life Some days when I look at you and see my wife Then you turn into somebody I don’t know And you push me away, push me away yeah
Call me in the mornin to apologize Every little lie gives me butterflies Somethin in the way you’re lookin through my eyes Don’t know if I’m gonna make it out alive
Fight so dirty but you love so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go
Fight so dirty but you love so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go
Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand You’re lookin at me like you don’t know who I am Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand Still breathin
Fight so dirty but you love so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go
Fight so dirty but you love so sweet Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go
(Teeth, teeth, teeth)
Never, never, never ever let go
You cannot tell me this isn't Astarion coded
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theworldwalkersdiaries · 8 months ago
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20240311 | 10. Stomach 🐻💜⭐
ID: Pencil drawing from Halsin's POV. Halsin looks down at his own chest and stomach. Winter (a tiefling) and Astarion each kiss one side of his stomach, Winter on the left and Astarion on the right. Winter's hand cradles Halsin's waist and he looks up at him tenderly; Winter's hair is pushed back behind his horns, but a few shorter strands have fallen before his right eye (left side, to the viewer). Astarion's expression, in contrast, is playful, a smile or smirk pulling at one corner of his puckered lips, the fingertips of his hand alighting on Halsin's abs. Three hearts hover above and between Winter and Astarion's heads. Halsin's chest and stomach is dusted with hair and decorated with scars.
ID End.
This piece was extremely challenging, and I referenced multiple POV photos I found online as well as having to stage and take my own references for the exact angles of Winter and Astarion's heads/faces. I am pleased with the result, but, as always, there are things I would do differently next time. 🤔
Prompt template here~
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mishavoltaire · 10 months ago
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I love you trans people <3
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Kaz in his Kaz-uals (yes I am very clever)
Inspired by @mistercrowbar and @for-tymora encouraging that we all draw our Tavs in their jammies so they can all have a slumber party.
Also, his socks were knitted by Rosina, in case anyone asks.
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zyana-wyvern · 5 months ago
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Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild…
…for the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand.
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lnbeep-art · 11 months ago
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Day 19 :: Cuddles
Let’s share a bedroll together?
For @acetrainerhope of her tav and Karlach from BG3!
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wordtotherose · 1 year ago
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She's dead when the door to their rooms finally opens. 
She is dead in Wyll's arms and he is burnt and Halsin snatches him around the middle when he tries to go to her. Lifts him off the ground, legs kicking, nails gouging grooves into the bigger man's forearms. He's forcibly turned away from seeing Elizia's corpse. 
The druid keeps him trapped effortlessly. How long do they have? There's limits, he knows there's time constraints on when revivification can be used. Withers isn't here. Withers wasn't here when Astarion returned, shaken, burning, terrified, powerless. Always powerless. Always fucking gods damned powerless! 
Halsin is telling him things, soothing him like he does a wild animal, 'don't fight, it will be okay, hush now, stop screaming, all will be well'. Astarion hadn't realised he'd been making any noise. There's blood and skin under his nails. He can feel it but he can only smell Elizia's blood, can taste it thick in the fucking air so much has been spilt and it's already decaying, becoming tinged bitterly with death. His teeth ache and ache and ache. He cannot breathe, how can he be making noise? He cannot see her, he cannot see her- where did they take her- she's not- she can't be dead- don't bury her, bring her back, she isn't dead don't bury her don't make her claw her way up- he cannot see her ever again if she has to- it will be too much- he'll never see her, only his own memories, only grave dirt and Cazador, always Cazador- they cannot bury her, he can't let them bury her-
Jaheira's face swims into focus in front of his, her fingers on his brow. He snarls and snaps and threatens and she doesn't so much as flinch.
"Be calm, little vampire," she says softly, like he is her child, like he has ever been someone's child, and then she forces a sleeping potion down his throat, murmuring apologies as he chokes.
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ellie-shy · 3 months ago
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forehead kisses 🐻❄️❤️
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