#their bright ascendance

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[mynameisvarian]

I did say I was gonna make an AU about David accidentally putting someone in a coma and causing their out of body ghost to haunt him, Right?

(Daniel isn't dead by the way)

Really putting that "Now I've got guitar splinters all over my face" dialogue quite literally

[ssparksflyy]

nobody will ever be able to serve as much cunt as cher did on fernando for mamma mia here we go again

[aroayr-shuk]

Imagine showing Thrawn a piece of your culture or religion, and having him sit down buzzing and eager as you explain its significance.

[transformers-bold-bright-brisk]

Oh yeah! Did I forget to mention i totally ship Starclaw?… Sharpdrive??… Sharpstar???… Clawdrive????

There are just so many possibilities, like you wouldn’t believe…

[aceparagon]

i'm glad i don't have to touch delebrum reginae again after getting the field notes, but at least there's a good gpose opportunity to be had here.

[slothquisitor]

Hiya I just recently found you and i gotta say I love your work

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But to continue on from Rattle, Liv, and Astarion haven't really talked since that night

They go to confront Cazador, astarion is forced into the ritual and the fight begins.

After he is freed and Cazador is defeated he goes to carve the symbols on his back when he notices Liv lying on the floor not moving, gravely injured in the fight against Cazador

He would drop everything and rush to her side

Nonny, thank you for the delicious angst fodder. You really are a real one. Apologies for the delay on this. I'm a high school teacher and this week was the end of term, and it was a mess of students begging for better grades and long hours of grading. I enjoyed exploring this alternative to what might have happened in Haunted House, and I like to think that with this scenario there's a bit of internal horror because he doesn't rush to her side immediately. You know, because power. Anyway, I hope I did your prompt justice, thank you for sending it my way <3

Magic and Blood

Astarion x Liv, 1.6k, angst and spoilers for BG3 Act III.

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With one last thrust of his dagger, Cazador dissolves into mist, and Astarion is triumphant. Shadowheart’s orb of daylight still hovers above the platform, casting grotesque shadows around fallen ghouls and werewolves and bats. But he is so close to victory, to power. The air is thick with it, a heady mix of magic and blood and promise.

There is but one last step, one last thing he must do in order to snatch this ritual away, to best Cazador. He wastes no time going to Cazador’s sarcophagus and pushing it open, revealing Cazador’s resting form. 

“No, no. No healing sleep for you. Wake up!” He rips Cazador from his sleep, throwing him to the ground. The relative ease of the movement is intoxicating. He is the powerful one now. 

“Get your hands off me, worm,” Cazador spats. 

“I’m not the one in the dirt,” Astarion sneers, picking up Cazador’s dagger. “One last thrust and I’ll be free of you. I’ll never have to fear you again. But if I finish the ritual you started, I’ll never have to fear anyone, ever.” He is so close, so, so close to freedom, true freedom. He will take the power meant for Cazador and he will make it his own. He will be the most powerful vampire to ever live. 

There are seven thousand souls on the line, but he doesn’t have to consider them, he didn’t gather them, did he? That was all Cazador’s doing. And they must die, they are wretched miserable things, begging for death anyway. Why shouldn’t he use them? With this sort of power he could help save the city, be a real hero. He could protect Liv from their enemies, from her family. He and his companions would be more than successful against the elder brain, they would be triumphant. 

Cazador grins. “You think me a fool? That I would allow anyone to usurp me, speak the words, and ascend in my place? Mmm? The runes I carved into your flesh bind you and all seven thousand souls to the ritual. Complete it and those bearing the scars will be sacrificed - you included. You are simply a means to an end. I made you to be consumed!”

“I am so much more than what you made me!” Astarion says leaning over Cazador before turning to his companions, to Liv. “I can do this, but I need your help.” Only, Liv isn’t there. Behind him, Shadowheart kneels beside Gale, hands glowing with healing magic. Lae’zel is limping to them, clutching her side. But where is Liv?

At the beginning of the battle, she had freed him. Dispelling the magic that held him bound. It had been chaotic, spells and arrows and claws, but she had appeared out of mist-like magic and immediately began unraveling Cazador’s spell, saving him like she had so many times before. Once free, he hadn’t hesitated to wade into the fray, and she had been right behind him, casting spells and throwing up shields. She’s probably fine; she’s always fine. She’s always been good at getting herself to a safe vantage point and casting her spells. She’s always been so good at protecting herself and others. She’s fine, and he’ll find her after he has taken care of Cazador, after he has ascended. 

He just needs to link his tadpole with one of their companions, see the runes on his back and carve them into Cazador’s. It’s so simple, it’s so close, it’s so easy. Lae’zel is injured, but he’s sure she’ll help him. He just needs to ask. The words are on the tip of his tongue, and he’s already shoved Cazador further to the ground when he sees Liv’s unmoving form. 

It’s no wonder he missed her before. She’s half covered by what remains of a werewolf. She’s covered in blood, but from this distance he’s unsure how much of it is hers. He can’t tell if she’s breathing, if a simple health potion will be enough to rouse her or if she’s going to need Shadowheart’s divine magic. He knows that it’s a ticking clock either way, revivify is only an option for a few moments. The longer it takes for someone to help, the higher the chance they lose her. Gods, he can’t lose her. 

“Liv needs help!” he calls out, but one glance behind him tells him that his companions aren’t in much better shape. Shadowheart is still working on Gale, who somehow looks to be in even worse shape than Liv, and Lae’zel sways in place, using her greatsword to balance. 

Gods. He can do this. He can do this. She’ll be fine. He can ascend and then go get her, and it will be fine! Cazador is right here, sprawled on the ground at his mercy. He has waited for a moment like this for two hundred years. Two centuries of using his body, at following every fucking command that Cazador gleefully made, and suffering either way. The end of this is so close, perhaps if he can ascend, become more than this, more powerful than Cazador even, all that suffering will mean something. He wants it to have meant something. 

Lae’zel is moving towards Liv, but not quickly enough. It becomes more and more apparent that he must be the one to go or risk it….risk her. There are some prices even he’s not willing to pay. An ascended vampire will have may powers, but the power to bring Liv back isn’t one of them. 

“Damn it all! Lae’zel get over here! Kill him if he so much as moves the wrong direction,” Astarion yells. He waits just long enough for Lae’zel to limp over, holding her sword out to Cazador’s chest.

She seems steadier for the order, and that’s the only reason he feels like he can turn his back on Cazador in this moment. 

“It is done,” she growls.

And then he’s running across the bloodstained platform to Liv’s side. Now that he’s here, no longer looming over Cazador, he can see just how bad her injuries are. She’s covered in blood, and there are deep, jagged cuts across her abdomen and arms. She’s lost a lot of blood. He lifts the werewolf off of her, careful not to jostle her as he does.

“No, you can’t die! Get up, damn you!” he yells, hoping that simply getting her free might be enough to rouse her. He has no means of healing, nothing on him, his bag and supplies all stripped away and Gods know where now. But Liv always has healing potions on hand. He reaches into her bag, fingers frantic and soaked in her blood. His other hand rests on her neck, searching desperately for her pulse because no healing potion can restart her heart. Gods, he wasted so much time getting over here. 

She can’t die, not here, not now. They haven’t really spoken since the other night when his siblings came to collect him. She’d been so disappointed in him and his lies. It had only compounded here, wading through this house, with every shameful deed of his on full display. She’d looked so glad, so hopeful when he’d promised Sebastian they’d be back, only for that hope and belief in him to sputter out the second he mentioned ascending. She’s never wanted him to complete the ritual anyway. 

His fingers close around the small, tapered bottle at the same moment he feels the light fluttering of her pulse, it’s faint, too faint. He doesn’t hesitate to pour the potion into her mouth, and watches with profound relief as the worst of her wounds stitch themselves closed, but barely. She was far closer to death than he’d thought. And he had stood over Cazador contemplating vengeance while she was bleeding out.

Liv’s eyes open in what seems like an intense effort, and she is a bloody mess, but she’s here. He could leave her now, just for a moment, just long enough to take care of Cazador and ascend. Lae’zel would help him, and Liv will be safe, right?

Liv takes in the scene, looking around with wide eyes, at Shadowheart healing Gale, at Lae’zel holding her sword at Cazador and he can see the second she decides there is more work to be done. She tries to get up. “We have to finish this.” 

Of course her first thought after nearly dying is to help in whatever way she can. Liv would set fire to herself if it meant keeping others warm. And his first thought upon seeing her bleeding out was that he could still have power. That she’d be fine. A sick, roiling feeling has settled in his gut. 

“You’re not getting up until you’re properly healed,” he gently presses her shoulder back, to keep her down. 

It’s a testament to how hurt she is that she doesn’t fight him. “I…alright.”

But then, Shadowheart is there, hands already glowing with healing magic and he draws back to give them space. Gale and Lae’zel stand over Cazador, still awaiting his judgment. He’s not alone in this. Not anymore. 

He had been so ready to sacrifice everything that truly mattered for power. He is the only one who gets to decide who he becomes now. He doesn’t want to become someone who would be willing to ignore the pain of someone he cares about - no matter how much power is on offer. 

He can be better than that. He is better than that. 

He approaches Cazador and picks back up the dagger. “I am better than you,” he says. “But I’m not above enjoying this.”

[madis-hartte]

i can't stop thinking about the fact that terezi stole jade's shoes off her dead body not once but TWICE and that she still probably has them captchalogued somewhere

[milfjinart]

anybody else think total eclipse of the heart is a gutwrenching angsty thranto song or is it just me

[yakam0z]

finally home after dropping off my friends ♡ we watched deadpool & wolverine - and btw all the people who drive up to the back of a car with barely an inch of space left i wish you a merry fuck off 😑

[soup-scope]

ok i could be totally wrong about this so pls correct me veteran redacted stans

so i didn’t get to watch the brighteyes and fred vids but i get like. the gist of it. i know that bright and sam lowkey hated each other.

but one thing that sticks out to me is that i saw someone explain the brighteyes videos to someone who hasn’t seen them, and they said that one of the reasons that Sam doesn’t like bright is cause they basically dragged fred through wonderworld and made fun of him when he was scared or smth.

but then in a later video with darlin, sam tells them that he didn’t even know there was two of them and he already wasted his energy turning Fred….

so. that leaves a few options here. it was either like 1. a continuity error on erik’s part 2. erik reworking sams character

or 3. sam lied. he *KNEW* that there was two of them there. and he actively chose to save Fred over bright.

so i’m begging and praying to whatever higher power this is out there that we get more on Bright cause like. the bright eyes and fred videos were a whole other part of Solarie Clan lore that we could’ve learned 😭😭

like cmon fred and bright being parallels to alexis and sam… dad!Sam… sam as a maker…. more vampire lore… granddaddy william…. older brother/uncle!vincent vibes… i so badly miss a story i haven’t had the chance to experience 💔💔

[aceparagoned]

𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄: 𝐖-𝐖-𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

[dutybcrne]

I like to think Furina was human prior to becoming Archon, send post

[faggot-friday]

i just KNOW i'd be a live shows bitch

[cybervigilante]

her elation feels like a tender apotheosis,    as if her explosive jubilation were to continue,   it would exalt her to the same celestial planes of her most venerated X’Hal.    the sight of Donna safe will never feel less to Koriand’r than the pinnacle of joy,    of the all-consuming glee to be graced with the sight of a redemptive,   compassionate love shrouded in the guise of a dark haired woman with the likeness of stars gleaming along the undulations of her hair.     they run to each other like the world hasn’t been burning,    like the grime of war was not sullying Koriand’r’s lovely features and the solar flare of her skin did not ache with the pain of lesions and pure exertion.    yet what did a collection of wounds matter when Donna was safe,     when she was hers,    when their arms twine like the dance of songbirds on the cusp of spring ?     

Koriand’r holds her tight,   at first,    in her excitement.     her excess is quelled as she feels Donna wince,    softening accordingly to accomodate her lover’s exhaustion.        “     Donna  ...  !   X’Hal’s breath,   you are alive  !     “      Koriand’r gasps out the proclamation of her existence like a hymn,    her breathing pattern like the wrack of sobs expelling the agony of sweet triumph.   her hands,    still warm but not scorching from the use of her powers,    traverse up across her back and against the side of her neck to reach a gentle cradle of her face.   she prompts Donna to tilt up.    there’s only a moment spared to gaze adoringly into her eyes,    shaky pupils wide with adrenaline and a sincere reflection of their shared affection,      before Koriand’r breaches the gap between their bodies and hearts with a graceful crane of her neck downwards.  

the kiss with @troiyas​​​ is bliss incarnate.    the act itself,     to feel the joining of their mouths,  was so routinary now and yet this instance felt unlike any other.     it was a   happy kiss,    the happiest Koriand’r could ever have imagined having.   it held both the rapture inherent of life itself,   of realizing the worst was behind them and they had overcome,    as it did the uninhibited pleasure of resting safely in the arms of your beloved.     

there could be no true happiness in a world without Donna,   not for Koriand’r who embodied passion and an expression of emotions untethered to earthly measures of propriety and restraint.    thus,   she rejoices in having her,   tremorous yet whole,    alive  in the midst of a kiss neverending.    

[ratasum]

I really need to do the Bitterfrost and Bloodstone Fen farms more tonight but I'm getting a really bad headache so I think I'm going to take some excedrin and maybe take some asks.