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piss-pumpkin · 13 days ago

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☄️Bittersweet💫

Douce amere epilogue, (older) Dipper pines x reader, ~3.1k words Masterlist Prev

What happened in the six years since you got together?

Well, you graduated, you figured out long distance, you both ended up bridging the gap and moving to Gravity Falls to live in the mystery shack together while you did school, and other research or ghost hunting endeavours. Things were good.

Until about two weeks ago, on a random summer night, when Dipper got weird.

The first time it happened was in the woods after your tracked down a moth man type creature. After documenting it, on the walk back, Dipper looked at you, and then promptly went silent for most of the walk back, only speaking in one word answers. Why? You had no idea.

And it only got worse from there. You’d be on the couch watching a movie, and he’d clam up and leave the room, even if you were sitting on him and he had to throw your legs off to get there.

He’d get so nervous, and you knew all his tells, you could sense it even before he’d leave. One one occasion, you could see it in his eyes even before he seemed to notice. While you had a close look at his him when he pulled away from a kiss, you could see his pupils shifted smaller and the fear that crossed them before he left.

So that was pretty weird.

In truth, you were surprised when he suggested a date. It didn’t seem like he was… up for it.

All was normal on the way there. A meteor shower was set to pass overhead tonight, and you were headed to a clearing in the forest.

Dipper set down the blanket, and you happily sat down beside him, feeling the grass blades fold beneath you and the fabric. “Think there’s aliens on them?” You asked, laying your back on the ground. “Oooh, maybe one lands in Gravity falls, and it has some crazy face hugger like from Alien,” you said, kicking your feet in the air.

The sky was clear overhead, not a single cloud. And in the forest, no light pollution, meaning the stars and moon were bright enough to see by, and entirely visible. No shooting stars yet, though.

Dipper snickered. “You sound too excited, would that really be a good thing? Don’t they die in that movie?”

“Well, we’re built different from those guys,” you declared with a grin, “I’d fight it off.” For a dramatic flourish and punctuation to the promise, you kicked your feet wildly in the air, and pumped your first up at the moon.

You turned your head on its side to look at Dipper as he laughed. Meteor shower be damned, sometimes the sky was prettier in the reflection of his eyes.

He met your gaze, smiling slightly as a blush crept onto his cheeks. Oh no. The dreaded blush. His eyes flickered across your face, and he turned back away from you, pursing his lips as he looked up at the sky. Not again.

You waited for him to say something, react, continue the conversation. Just anything, please. But he didn’t, and your patience was finite. As you scanned his face, you could see the but of sweat starting on his forehead. Not this. Again.

You frowned, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your head back up to look at the sky. The first of the meteor shower caught your eye, and for a moment you forgot you were upset. But the feeling was fleeting. He still hadn’t uttered a single word.

Why was he pulling away so much? The question echoed angrily in your mind. No words, no explanation, just this. The silence of him next to you looking vaguely uncomfortable.

With a sigh, you sat up, and looked down at him. The fear was palpable on his face. You jaw tightened as you spoke, “okay, what’s up with you?” You asked firmly, the annoyance and bit of worry built up over weeks bubbling up. “Spit it out.

Dipper blinked a few times. “What?” He asked, voice cracking. His hands moved to his pockets as he sat up with you, to see eye to eye.

Meteors passed overhead, but you were having this conversation. “What is this?” you asked, gesturing vaguely at his whole self, trying not to sound mad. “For like, weeks, you’ve been…” you looked at the ground.

Distant. That was the word you were thinking, but didn’t want to say. He’d been distant. Anytime he was close, he’d pull back. Do this. Go quiet. You weren’t sure you wanted the answer, but the weight of the question was sinking a pit into your stomach. You had to ask it.

Your fingers curls hard around the blanket, enough that you could feel the dirt and grass roots tear underneath. The stars above were far too pretty for the ugly conversation you were prepared to have. Deep breath. “I just- what has been going on with you?” You asked, setting all bits of pride aside.

Dippers eyes widened as he stuttered a moment, before clearing his throat as he scrambled to come up with an answer. As usual, he was sweaty, and your heart fell at the look of distress over his face.

A sigh escaped your lips. Figures. Your jaw clenched shut as he managed meaningless half sentences. Fragments of denials and apologies crept out as you saw the panic spread across his face.

Oh god. Was he actually going to break up with you?

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair and carelessly knocking his hat off behind him.

Holy shit he was for real? Instantly, you leaned back, and recoiled away. “Sorry?” You managed, wide eyes curling into a glare, more out of bafflement than anything. Before two weeks ago, you were fine. Was… was he actually for real? You blinked a few times to avoid tears, and scowled to repress them back.

Dippers arm raised to follow you back, but they froze and fell as he got close. Oh god, he was for real, he didn’t even want to touch you. His brow raised with the pitch of his voice. “Y-yeah?” He sputtered. “What- what’s going on, here?”

You shook your head, sadness for the moment ceased and replaced with annoyed confusion. Your jaw hung open, “Fucking what do you mean what’s going on here? I don’t fucking know,” you were getting animated with your hands now as you stared him down. “Are you breaking up with me or not, spit it out,” you said, his waffling helping you stay annoyed rather then sorrowful.

“What?!” He shouted, recoiling back the same as you, and nearly falling over, barely catching himself to lean on his arms. “No! No I’m not, what?”

“What?” You shouted back. “What the fuck else is this the set up for!?”

He flushed red, and his hands flew to cover his face. Without them to lean on, he fell on his back with a groan. “I’m sorry, I’m an idiot,” he said, muffled.

What? The fuck else? You stared at him skeptical and slack jawed for a few moments as he laid there in lament. What was he on?

With a sigh, he sat up, his face still completely painted red. He looked at you, grimacing. “Okay, firstly, I’m sorry for making you worry,” he said, putting his hands together and pointing at you.

This man was going to be the god damned death of you.

“Secondly,” he sucked a breath in through his teeth, and paused. His face fell back into his hands and he groaned again. Great. More of this. You stayed silent, waiting for some justification for all this. And by god, if it wasn’t good, you might get more annoyed at him for the last two weeks. “Secondly-“ he started again.

Shooting stats passed you both by behind him, but you couldn’t take your eyes away.

It took another pause and another groan for him to try a different approach. “It’s… this is so hard to say, you don’t even know,” he managed, raising his head from his palms to look at you.

Your brow was raised in your skepticism, but you were going to hear him out even if his intent was to waffle for the entire night. “I can tell by looking,” you said, shaking your head.

“No, dude, you don’t know the half of it,” he complained, tapping his fingers against the ground. His hand found his discarded hat behind him, and started to fidget with its rim as he spoke. “I’ve been trying to say this for like, weeks, but I just haven’t been able to.”

“Yeah I can tell that, too.”

He heaved a sigh, and took a stance. He crossed his legs, fully facing you as he steadied himself on his arms and dug his palms into the blanket.

“Okay, so…” he took a breath, and didn’t break eye contact. Or… more or less eye contact. His gaze wasn’t fixed on your eyes, but seemed to be jumping between and scanning your features. For what, you couldn’t be sure. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment, but like-“ he suppressed a smile as he shook his head. “-most moments feel like the right one, and so I panic and yeah… I guess I have been avoiding you,” he admitted.

Oh god. Where was he going with this. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you head was complete empty.

“Because it’s just… I don’t know, it’s scary,” he laughed dryly. “It still is. But, uh- I’ve been meaning to ask-“ he sighed, chewing the inside of his lip as he stalled. He pursed his lips, seemingly going through every emotion under the sun.

After one more sigh, he reached a hand into his sweater pocket. Oh god. “I’m sorry I had you so worried, Y/n,” he said, pulling something out. “It’s the opposite, I’ve been meaning to ask..”

He opened his hand, and inside was a box. Your breath stilled. He opened the box, and inside was a ring. Your heart stilled.

“If you’d want to marry me.”

Your jaw fell stupidly open, probably making you look like a moron. You weren’t entirely sure you heart was beating, but you were alive, so that was a pretty good indication. Unless you were dead, and this was an oxygen starved brains fever dream. But considering you didn’t recall getting into any life threatening accidents on the way here, you’d have to move forward with the assumption that you were alive and this was happening. For real.

You blinked a few times. With that context, the last two weeks made more sense. You glanced at Dipper, then at the ring, then at Dipper. The ring was pretty. A smile crept onto your lips, and you watched distress slowly melt from his face. “You’re a huge idiot moron,” you grinned, starting to feel your heartbeat creep back into your chest.

“Huh?”

You saw the fear start to creek back into him, but you squashed it like a bug as you tackled him in a hug. His back his the blanket, and your face landed square in his chest, where for a moment you could hear the hummingbird pace of his heart. “Dipper,” you grinned, feeling him hesitantly wrap him arms around you. “In what universe would I ever say no?”

“Does that mean you’re saying yes?” He asked hopefully, and you could feel his breath hitch.

“Yes,” you laughed, eyes pressed shut to stop the tears you definitely felt coming. This moron.

“Oh my god, really?” He asked, genuine surprise lacing his tone.

You laughed again, sitting up to wipe your eyes and look down at him still laying there, your legs sweeping to his side. “Fucking yes, Dipper!”

He looked up at you with a shocked expression, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. “Woah, thanks,” he said stupidly.

This man was going to be the god damned death of you. You grinned, wiping your eyes as your vision blurred and cleared to keep seeing his surprised face beneath you. “Of course I wanna marry you, Dipshit, I’ve been in love with you since we were fourteen,” you laughed, half a choke.

He started to smile, laughing with you as he covered his eyes with the heels of his palm. “I thought you’d say we were too young, or that you just didn’t want to, or that you didn’t… I don’t know, want to commit, or something.”

“We’ve been together for like six years, none of that makes any sense,” you laughed, tears beginning to stream down your face.

“Well I’m realizing that now,” he laughed.

“Oh, you are the dumbest smart guy I know,” you sniffled.

Dipper paused, pulling his hands from his eyes as he sat up, his face a foot from yours. “Oh, you’re crying,” he said gently, his own eyes glistening.

“Yeah, my boyfriend just proposed to me, I don’t know if you heard,” you managed, wiping your eyes on your palm.

Dipper laughed, his own tears staining his cheeks. “I did hear, actually.”

Wow, you were actually going to marry this dweeb. This big idiot moron. You grinned, shaking your head, hesitant still to believe this was real, even if you were alive. Would you want his last name? Probably, even if you ended up hyphenating it. Being a Pines sounded… you giggled at the thought. “I’m gonna be like, married to you, I’ll be a Pines for real.”

He smiled softly, “You’ve always been an honorary Pines.”

You grinned, pulling him closer by the nape and leaning in. Your forehead rested on his, and you could feel the heat radiating off his face. Even with eyes softly shut you could tell he was blushing. “I cannot believe you, man,” you said, practically grinning against his lips. “And you had me worried you were dumping me.”

He laughed, shaking his head gently. “And you say I’m the idiot,” he teased. “Because in what universe would I do that?”

”Dude, you were acting crazy,” you managed, tucking your fingers under his shirt by his neck to keep them warmer in the night air.

“Still, though,” he laughed, finally closing the smallest gap between you and kissing you. You could taste the salt from the tears on the bridge of his lip, and could guess he noticed the same on you. “I think that you’re the idiot here, not me,” he laughed when he pulled just slightly back.

You sighed as you pulled away too and got a better look at him. He was backlit by the moon, and a whole mess. You probably were too, the worry and joy overwhelming entirely. You took a breath, and wiped your face again.

Yeah, you were alive. You could feel your heart again, and the blanket beneath you and the texture of the grass beneath that. Your body was warm, blood flowing, lungs breathing.

Dippers eyes widened. He whipped his head around, scanning the blanket and the grass around it. “Oh god, where’d the ring go?” He asked, starting to stand up to check underneath him.

You giggled, “Oh, you dropped it when I knocked you down,” you said, scanning the ground with him. You lifted your knees to look underneath. The light of the stars and meteors and moon wasn’t amazing for finding a small black box.

Your eyes landed on a black blob in the darkness at the corner of the blanket. While Dipper looked around, you grabbed it silently, fingers curling around it. The box with the ring. You could only imagine how heavy it was in his pocket this whole time, however light it may seem.

His back was turned as he searched somewhat frantically. Grinning, you opened the box at him. “Will you marry me?” You asked cheekily, watching the way he relaxed when he saw it in your hands.

“Of course,” he sighed, sitting back down across from you.

Your heart flickered as he gently took the ring from you, and his hand softly brushed up against yours. His eyes briefly fluttered to yours before he smiled, and looked back down.

He took your hand in his. Oh wow, it’s happening. His slightly calloused fingers against yours may as well have been a defibrillator the way each touch sent a small shock to your system. His hands were warm, a stark contrast to the cold of the metal he slipped onto your ring finger. Hey, that’s what the fingers for, it’s in the name.

You grinned stupidly at him as he finished, eyes lifting from your engaged hand to your engaged eyes.

”There, now it’s official,” he smiled.

“Official,” you echoed, scooting closer to him.

“Mabel’s been calling me a pussy for weeks.”

”You are one,” you grinned, gently cupping his cheek and closing the gap to kiss him again. In a second one of his hands was around your waist, and one at your nape.

And when he pulled back he pressed his lips gently to your forehead where a faint scar still stuck around from that time you almost died.

Dipper smiled. “Pretty good proposal, though, right? There’s like, a meteor shower.”

You shook your head, laughing, “It’s been hard to focus on that.”

He chuckled softly. “Yeah,” he said, his hands still holding you well. He thumbed gently over the spot where your hair begins on the back of your neck. Grinning, he wrapped you in a hug and laid back on the ground.

You fell back against the blanket, and curled into his side, looking up at the sky, and the streaks of white light scaling across it. His arm tightened around you, being enough of a pillow, and a soft one at that with his sweater around it.

And that’s where you’d stay. Your dumbass boyfriend was going to be your dumbass husband. Mabel would be your sister in law. Weird.

And you thought he was going to breakup with you. Maybe you were the dumbass, even if you’d never admit it. It really could be either of you. The ring on your finger banished any thought of either of you ever wanting to be anywhere else.

You could almost laugh at the question. Of course you’re getting married, and of course this is how it went. It was baked into the skeleton and foundation of your relationship. You never, never, could escape the bittersweet.

Douce amere in 2025??? Who still out reading 4 months after it ended 😭That’s crazy. Anyway I was trying to start a new fic, but idk this one was eating away at me I had to write this. Like this fic is my baby, and embarrassingly I think it’s some of my best work, I needed to give it a better ending. Like I can finally put this fic to bed now.

And after writing it it’s like,,, I don’t even know if I want to put it to bed it’s so fun for me. I’m not even in a phase of being really into this world are characters but they’re still so fun.

(Idk if yall still even wanna be on the Taglist it’s been so long but here)

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notelcol · 11 months ago

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A spark☄️

A cute/sad Zhongli x widow story

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

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T.W: Grief

You had lived a long life, cursed not to age. Naturally you fell in love, as all creatures do at some point or other. But as the years of bliss went on, your husband moved forward, while you stayed stagnant. By the time he had become an old man, the bitterness had overtaken the bliss. As he became less mobile, you became more restless; awaiting the dread of what came next. You did not let it break you when he lost his memory, for you would remember his love for many lifetimes to come. When he died, half of you was buried with him.

Years had passed since you lost your soulmate, and you were sat in your favourite tea house. You thought of him and your heart ached, but you knew you couldn’t let his memory fade away. It was too special. You also knew that he would hate seeing you torture yourself and would scream at you to move on with your life. He had done so, many times as he aged. But you just weren’t ready.

“Ahem, excuse me miss?” A polite, yet stern voice caught your attention. You recognised his black suit, he was a regular here. Often he could be seen sitting alone for hours thinking, much like you.

“Your paper blew away and landed on my table. Please allow me to return it.” He explained himself while holding out your sheet. You couldn’t believe you didn’t even notice it flying away, granted you were rather distracted. You quickly took the paper before placing a table decoration over it as a weight, though you could have sworn you had done that upon arrival.

“Thank you! I was supposed to fill this in, but I became slightly distracted.” You chuckled, embarrassed. When he too laughed in return, you were shocked. A warmth filled your heart in a way you thought you would never feel again. That was when you realised, your late husband was behind this. You could almost guarantee that somehow from beyond the grave, he was guiding you. No, he was pushing you.

“You seem to get distracted a lot. I often see you here, watching the the harbour go by.” He gave you a teasing smile, making you melt a little. But you kept yourself together enough to reply.

“As do you it seems, if you are here enough to notice that.”

He nodded.

“Quite right. Maybe we could sit and think in the company of one another?” The way he gazed into your eyes, you couldn’t deny him. The guilt was very much present as he sat down next to you, but you could feel your husband’s spirit supporting you through the cosmos, telling you it’s okay, my love.

“You always seem so sullen and serious when you disappear into your thoughts. What plagues you?” His voice was gentle as he tilted his head in question. “If I may ask, that is.” He added on. You hesitated for a moment before deciding to open up a little. “My late husband.” You spoke quietly, as you stared into your tea.

“I understand.” His words caused your head to lift. “I too lost a great love.” He solemnly admitted. Your eyes met his golden ones.

“Do you think we will ever find the strength to love again?” Raw vulnerability filled your eyes as they held onto his gaze. His hand moved tentatively towards yours, stopping as your pinkies touched. He stared down at your hands, as his finger grazed yours before answering your question.

“I think there may be a spark of hope.”

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Part 2 below ✌️

Thank you for reading 🫶

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mikonawa · 1 year ago

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Chasing the Sun ☄️

Baldur's Gate 3 Fanfiction Series

Pairing: Astarion x Tiefling!Reader Tav

THERE WILL BE SPOILERS!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Important Notes: YOU the READER will be referred to as TAV for ease of reading (and writing). Tav was the Dark Urge until they rejected Bhaal. Astarion and Tav are already an established couple. This will be set after the events of Baldur's Gate 3.

Warnings: There will be mentions/discussions of sexual abuse, trauma, violence, blood, lots of blood and gore. There will be nudity but no sexual content. Will update as needed.

Author's Notes! <3: This is a fanfic about Astarion and Tav healing together while on an adventure to chase their dreams - to live under the sun without worries. Both are just traumatized babies that lean on each other for love and support. I'm also using this fiction to practice writing so please bear with me for any errors. I'm a lil nervous posting this.

Word Count: 3,690

CHAPTER ONE

Kneeling before the unmoved body, Tav’s fingers tangoed through the sliced open stomach of her victim. As she pulled her fingers out, blood oozed down. Punching her nails back into the victim, she continued her work. The squishy sounds of her gore-y work was a melody to her ears. The blood slithered between her fingers as she tore her victim’s intestines to shreds. Pulling her hands out again, a rather cruel smile formed on her face. The blood was thick like a glove on her hands. With her bloody hand, she wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead. The blood on her skin felt refreshing, cleansing - more welcoming than a soapy bath.

Messy, Orin would tell her, with each of her victims. Never elegant.

This was more fun for Tav. It felt like art, as she tore their warm insides apart and rearranged them into a bloody, shredded mess. Each of her victims were just a blank canvas that needed to be painted with beautiful, crimson paint.

Her eyes looked over to the face of her victim, but there was none. There was less guilt involved if she couldn’t see the face of the person she was killing in the name of her father. The face was always the first to go. Clawed off with her unruly nails. The cries as they lost their identity always felt like a beautiful song to Tav. Soon after, they would fall silent as she continued her work, her art.

In the name of Bhaal.

Tav stood up, her senses slowly coming back to her. A rumbling hunger was sated. It was as if she was chained to Bhaal and those chains snapped, freeing her of His will. Tav’s bloody hands felt lighter. Her heart raced as she noticed the victim below her. Beating faster, and faster by the second as her eyes took in the art- no, the goresome mess. What has she done? What will Astarion think? There was so much blood. On her clothes, on her hands. Red was the only color she could see in the cold darkness.

“Oh, no no no.” Tav cried out. Through her sorrows, she let out a pitiful scream.

Quickly, she turned away from her victim and ran, carrying herself through the darkness of her surroundings. Where was she? There were no buildings, no trees, nothing but the bitter cold darkness. If she looked back, what would she find? Tav didn’t want to find out the answer to that, keeping her head forward.

Astarion? Where was he?

As she ran through the darkness, her vision began to blur with tears. When she wiped them away, she painted her skin with the blood of her victim. A burning sensation ran through her legs, begging her to stop, to rest. Tav refused, she needed to keep running. To find Astarion and beg for forgiveness for letting the Urge take over.

The Urge was supposed to be gone, her head hers and free of Bhaal’s call.

“You’ll never be free, my child,” A familiar, dark voice echoed around her.

Collapsing onto her knees, Tav inhaled before screaming, “Let me go!” Sobs broke through each of her words. A sorry breath caught itself in her throat, leading her to hoarsely cough. Her fists slammed the dark ground before her. In reaction, it eloped around her wrists, like binds, holding her to her place.

In front of her, a worn, leather book appeared. Carefully, it opened itself, presenting itself as a book of all her victims. The pages moved on their own, names written in red flashing by. Grabbing a quick glimpse of each page, the only thing Tav could see was the fact the ink was wet in red ink. Another thing she had noticed was how the letters were large, written boldly like

A crown of blood formed over her head. Red began to pour around her, slowly filling her surroundings. It dripped, and dripped, until it was all she could see. A strong iron taste slipped into her mouth. Warm blood touched her smooth skin, layering on top of the blood of her victim. Forced to bathe in the unknown blood, a feeling most would find disgusting but Tav found comforting. The fact she found this comforting disgusted the tiefling.

“You disowned me, left me for dead. What do you want?” Tav screamed out. As she screamed, more blood filled her mouth before she turned her head away, spitting out the blood then coughing. Tears rolled down her face, mixing with the blood on her face.

Her cry was met with silence.

But Bhaal would never let her forget.

Darting up on her bed, Tav took several quick and heavy breaths. Shaky hands clasped onto her blanket, her nails nearly tearing through the worn fabric. Tav’s body felt warm with sweat, leaving her top sticky to her back. Her eyes caught sight of the familiar things on the walls - the colorful paintings that brought life to their dull home in the Underdark. It reminded Astarion of the world with sunlight. Astarion was the one who wanted to have them here. He had his reasons, one being Cazador’s home was boring with all the dark, mysterious paintings, and the other was to remind him of what they were fighting to see again one day.

“I’m okay,” Tav whispered.

It was all just a dream. A terrible dream. Even if she was Faithless, she still thanked the Gods. Although her time as Bhaal’s chosen, his spawn, was over, he still haunted her. For years, she carried out his will, killing people and even finding pleasure in it. Before the twist of the knife and the cry her victims would let out would bring a warm rush through her body. Nowadays Tav couldn’t even hurt a rat, unless it was in the case of self defense. Withers had promised to one day tell her the names of all her victims, an offer Tav would one day take up. However, it was difficult when nearly each night she dealt with nightmares and reminders of her old work. A time when she found murder to be a work of art.

Instead of creating art with the dead bodies of her victims, Tav turned to drawing in a sketchbook, one she picked up before leaving the city. It was a way for her to work out her nightmares and traumas. To hopefully one day understand and forgive herself. Guilt still wrecked her body, even after many told her saving the city was enough. Grabbing her sketchbook on her nightstand, she took the pencil and began to draw out her newest nightmare: a crown of blood that hovered over her head as the red dripped over her body. Her hand was shaky as she drew. Some lines were soft, and others dug deep into the page. When she erased it, the page held onto the burdens of the darker lines.

Then the tip of her pencil broke. The graphite splintered into multiple pieces across the paper. Little specks of dust of the graphite settled around.

Great.

Tav took this as a sign to stop. This was the worst nightmare she had in a while. Yesterday she had dreamed of a picnic under the sun with Astarion. When it felt like her nightmares were finally gone, they crept up again. Sneakier than a rogue itself.

Tav turned her attention to the opposite side of the bed, the cold body of Astarion absent. His blanket left messy at the end of the bed and his pillow left in the same position as when he would sleep. An indent of where his head would rest pressed into the feather pillow. Before she panicked, Tav took a deep breath with her eyes pressed closed. She had to remind herself that often Astarion would abruptly leave, needing to go hunt. Sometimes his hunger would take over, and similar to her former Urge, he would have to leave immediately to sate it. Although she always welcomed Astarion to feed off of her, Astarion needed more than just her from time to time. Her blood, when it filled his maw, was his favorite. Warm and full of delicious flavor. It reminded him that with her, he was safe. She was his home. But the last thing he wanted to do was risk draining her body and killing her.

Grabbing Astarion’s pillow, she noted the strands of curly, white hair plucked in the silk case. Hugging it close to her body, she could smell a mix of his perfume - the aged brandy rather stronger than usual - and subtle decay he tries to mask. With him gone, the pillow was the closest thing she could get to holding him close to her body. Even if the subtle hint of decay made her want to turn her nose.

The front door soon swung open, then clicked close with a gentle nudge with Astarion’s foot. Tossing the pillow to the side, Tav eagerly crawled out of the bed. Astarion was home. Holding the real thing was ten times better than a pillow. To say he was her safety would be wrong, but not untrue. The right way to put it would be that they were each other’s safety. Not one or the other, but rather they completed each other.

"There's my darling! I brought home a Hook Horror egg-" Astarion was prepared to tell a story to Tav before fully recognizing the state she was in. The egg was placed on the top of the counter. Biting the bottom of his lip, Astarion then said, "You look rather… hmm, how do I put it?"

"Disgusting?" Tav stated.

"I wasn't gonna say it." Astarion shrugged.

Wordlessly, Tav swung her arms around Astarion, hugging him close to her body. A feat years ago she wouldn't have been able to do. Astarion froze for a second before relaxing, his arms keeping her close to his body.

"Oh sweetheart, what's wrong? Who do I have to kill? Is it Lysander? Bastard doesn't know how to keep his fangs to himself," Astarion rolled his red eyes. Some of the vampires he saved from Cazador's ritual still had a lot of learning to do. Sure, Astarion was supposed to be one of their leaders that guided them, but there were undoubtedly times he wanted to just get rid of the unruly ones. The amount of times he had to tell him that Tav was his, and his alone, to feed on - he had lost count at this point.

"Haven't seen any of the vampires today, no. Just had a really awful nightmare about Bhaal." Tav told him.

Her face buried itself in his white top. The coldness of his body on her warm cheeks comforted her. Her tail swayed, like a dog's would, with content. This was all she needed. Astarion patted the top of her head then allowed his fingers to brush through her hair, working through the knots.

After the two began to live with each other, Tav slowly started to show a more vulnerable side to Astarion. Memories of her time as one of the Bhaalspawn, prior to the Illithid kidnapping, were coming back to her piece by piece. He was so used to Tav putting on a face and staying strong that the first time she cried with her head in his lap, he was left speechless. Afraid of making the wrong move, all he could think of doing was run his fingers through her hair. For once, he could be the one there for her, after all the times she was there for him.

They were both just two broken souls that needed healing. And together they would heal.

"Sit down, darling," Astarion instructed. "I’ve brought home this Hook Horror egg just for you Plucked it right out of their nest after draining the mother of her blood! How does breakfast sound?" As he spoke, he made a plucking motion with his hand.

"Breakfast sounds good." Tav pulled out one of the wooden chairs.

"Good. Now let's hope I don't fuck this up," Astarion laughed. Cracking open the egg on the edge of the pan, a rather large yolk spilled into it. A tiny piece of the egg shell snuck through into the pan, mixing in with the egg whites. With a bit of fire magic, he was able to start cooking.

It was not often where Astarion would cook. However during their few trips to the libraries, he had picked up multiple cookbooks. It wasn't like he needed to eat actual food. Blood was more than enough for him. Everytime he ate actual mortal food, his stomach would turn and the remainder of the day would be miserable. However Tav still needed actual food for her body. And how else to show his appreciation for her? Food seemed like the right way. There may have been a time or two he served her something raw. Or burnt. Or whatever it may be that left it inedible. Tav still loved his every attempt.

While the fire churned the eggs, Astarion shared his morning adventures. His hunt for the Hook Horror. Although it wasn't his ideal meal in the Underdark, it was the first thing he had found. Prowling through the dark, the Hook Horror failed to pick up the vampire stalking it all the way to its nest. Cuddled deep within laid only a single egg, leaving the Hook Horror protective. It could not afford to lose its only young that season. He had to make quick work of the Hook Horror, knowing that if it made its piercing cry, others would come to its aid. As Astarion told his story, Tav felt better. Hearing his voice lulled her back to reality.

And worry. Lots of worry from his story.

Even though he was here in front of her in one piece, she couldn't help the worry that washed over her body when he spoke of his fight.

Once breakfast was served, silence filled the room besides the sound of pages being turned in the book Astarion read and the silverware that clicked against the ceramic plate. While Tav ate, her eyes were locked on Astarion. There was always some sort of joy in just watching him do mundane things. A smile curled onto her face as she took another spoonful of eggs into her mouth. They were cooked almost perfectly. Not too dry, just enough moisture in them to make them melt in her mouth. One bite may have had a weird crunch, but she shrugged it off. Perhaps a touch too much pepper was mixed in but Tav continued to clean her plate. .

The shared silence was soon interrupted by the sound of a familiar whimper and claws dragging down the front of the wooden door. The spoon that played between Tav's fingers between bites clattered against the plate. There were only a few bites left but whoever was at the door was deemed more important. Wood scratched across the stone floor of the kitchen as Tav pushed the chair away from the table.

"Scratch, buddy! Is that you?" Tav swung open the door with excitement. Greeting her with a wagging tail, Scratch dropped a letter at Tav's feet.

Lifting the letter off the floor, she turned around and placed it on the table. Her attention focused back on Scratch. First, by performing a bit of magic and casting Speak with Animals on herself. Astarion had placed shut his book, his eyes peering over to watch the two. It wasn't often Scratch came by - most of the time to deliver letters from their old friends within the city. Karlach loved sending Tav letters, speaking of all the things she now gets to experience. Jaheira would send one on the occasion, to check up on the two. And an old friend, the Emperor, would often have a correspondence sent out as well. As much as Tav would have loved to keep Scratch, it was determined he would have done best to stay with Jaheira. With the druid, he had a chance to have a comfortable home within the city but also play with children who undoubtedly spoiled him. Still, he was able to visit with his delivery duties.

"Hey buddy, how are you doing?" Tav kneeled down, immediately scratching behind the white canine's ear. His favorite spot, she remembered.

With a lifted paw and a fast wagging tail, Scratch leaned into the scratches. "I'm doing wonderful now that I get to see you again, Miss Tav! Oh, yes that's the perfect spot. Jaheira wanted me to bring you that letter! She said it was important."

Pulling away from Scratch, she turned her attention to the letter. Scratch wandered into the house, finding a comfortable place by the empty fireplace. While used to long adventures, his paws still felt sore. His body had adjusted to a more relaxed lifestyle instead. Coldness from the stone floorings washed over his warm body; a welcomed sensation. “Mmm, wake me up whenever it’s time to leave,” Scratch yawned.

"Well, what do we have here?" Astarion's interest piqued by the letter on the table.

Tearing it open, Tav unfolded the letter within. Her eyes scanned each sentence as she took in the information. Her eyes grew wide with hope as she got closer to the end. Biting the bottom of her lip, she fought against the smile that grew before letting out a little laugh.

"Well darling? What is it? Clearly it's good news." Astarion probed, reaching out to the letter.

Folding the letter closed, she held it out to Astarion, "Jaheira has a lead, Astarion, for you."

Taking the letter, Astarion raised an eyebrow and asked, "A lead?"

Then it hit him. Years ago after saving the city, together they searched and explored every library they could. Well, the ones that still stood after the Illithid invasion. None held the information he wanted within. He even took the risk of going through Cazador's old estate, searching through all the books there. After failing to find any information for a way to let Astarion be out in the sun again, the couple soon retired in the Underdark where they agreed to assist Astarion's siblings with the other vampire spawn. The house they now lived in, the two of them built together in a cozy part of the Underdark, not too far from where the vampire spawn set up their settlement.

“A lead,” he hummed, “That’s… That’s marvelous!” He threw his hands up in the air. Laughing, he pulled Tav into a tight hug. Tav pressed her nose against his with a giggle, before looking deep into his red eyes. She read something else within them - fear.

Fear of being led to another dead end. That his hopes were being brought up for nothing and this would be another adventure with no results.

“You don’t need to come along,” Tav whispered to Astarion, “I know you don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Huh? Oh- oh darling, don’t you worry! I’m looking forward to this adventure of ours,” Astarion said, rather fast. “It’s been a while since we both left the Underdark. It’ll be fun! On the road together again. Of course, we’d only be able to travel at night for my safety.”

“Astarion.” Tav said, her voice firm. Her fingers laced between his, bringing the back of his hand to her lips.

“Can’t I ever hide anything from you?” Astarion swiftly pulled away, pacing back and forth in their small kitchen. Giving up, he sat down on the wooden chair. Throwing his head back, he let out a groan. “No, I can’t. You read me too well, darling. Sometimes I can’t tell if I love that about you or hate that. Ugh.” His words spat out as he moved his hands in dramatic motions.

Silence lingered between them. It wasn’t that there was any tension between them, but both were left unsure of what to say next. Swallowing a breath, Tav was about to speak up first however, Astarion beat her to it.

“I greatly appreciate the concern you have for me. Perhaps this may only lead to more heartbreak in knowing I’ll never see the sun again but,” His eyes focused on hers, his lips curling into a smile, “But maybe there will be a way, and I want to be there with you when you discover the greatest gift you could ever give me.”

“Okay,” Tav said. “Okay. Then we go together. With Scratch too, we gotta bring the good boy home.”

Astarion almost forgot the canine was here. In front of the quiet fireplace, Scratch was snoring away with happy dreams of running through green fields and munching on delicious meat. Well, at least he won’t bother them too much, but Astarion truthfully was looking forward to their duo adventure to Baldur’s Gate. If they’re lucky, they would have a duo adventure back home, basking underneath the color brought in by the warm sun.

There was much to do before they could leave, having to prepare supplies for the journey ahead. Outside the walls of their home, Astarion would also have to inform his siblings of their departure. If they are lucky, they could depart by tomorrow’s night. Tav was already preparing their backpacks- stocking it with the essentials for any adventure - a bedroll for each, ropes, Astarion’s lock picking set and rations. She poked through the drawers in their house to find anything else that may shine as a necessary item to take. Some of them held old, unused magical scrolls - they may be useful. In one of them she found a pouch stocked with gold pieces. Another item added to the backpack.

“Hey Tav?” Astarion interrupted her.

“Yes, love?” Tav turned her head to Astarion, her head tilted. Her fingers were grasping the door to their closet, where their old adventuring gear stayed dormant.

“I love you.”

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 #astarion #Lulu's Writing #Chasing the Sun

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croquettish · 5 months ago

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☁️Do you prefer writing canon x canon or canon x OC? Why?

☄️Which Act of the game do you most like writing for? Why?

🌤️How do you interpret the game mechanics in your fic?

🏝️Do your gameplay and your writing “match”? Are the characters you write about the same ones you play as?

These are such good questions, damn. Thank you for asking!!

☁️I think one reason I actually took a while to write bg3 fic was bc I generally don't write a lot of canon x OC ships... playing as durge opened up a whole world of possibility, in part bc it really feels like durge has a ton of personality. I don't mind reading/writing OCs (I have written quite a few canon x MC ships for otome titles), but it has the potential of also really robbing me of my immersion because of course my tav might be very different from someone else's tav. anytime that I do write that sort of thing I try to stick to the canon facts that we do have and also try to make them as ambiguous as possible so anyone can self-insert their tav (or durge) as best as possible.

☄️A really hard question to answer honestly, but after giving it some thought I think act 2 might be the one. It's very short (relatively speaking), self-contained, comes with a wonderfully angsty atmosphere, and so many turning points happen during that act. which is to say that yes, I should find a way to put rugan at the last light inn with the rest of the zhent!!!

🌤️I play a lot of dnd and have written some fic for it also. I've seen some people interpret the game mechanics very literally, but I personally try to keep it as natural as possible. turn-based combat just manifests as regular combat, but things like potions definitely stay. long resting fixing broken bones is out, but healing magic is in! and honestly I love the inclusion of things that you don't think of as being part of the game, things like bathing or taking care of scrapes and cuts. the h/c of that is just always SO GOOD

🏝️it's nearly impossible for me to be unkind to fictional characters in video games, so... sort of. for the most part I would say yes but there's also definitely less "my primary personality trait is kindness" hgjfakkfa;l

Here are the rest of the questions!

#tam talks

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bedforddanes75 · 6 months ago

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🥜☄️ GO ANSWER QUICK OR THE WORLD WILL END

IM BEING PRESSURED NO ok wait i forgot what they mean anyway thank u for the ask x

🥜 (biggest pet peeve) - oh dont u fucking dare chew with ur mouth open in front of me i will slap you omg it pisses me OFF. also when people dont know the your/youre and other similar things. IM SORRY i hate it. so bad.

☄️ (favourite apocalypse scenario) - if i got put into the last of us i would die in approximately thirty seconds HOWEVER its my all time fav man like it just seems so fun like if i Didnt die id be able to. mess around or something. have a FARM omg

#id tag the game but i CANT BE ARSEF #its so hot in this FUCK ASS ROOM oh my god #asks!#i love ask games #not 75 stuff #mewtuals!#the world didnt wnd im gonna GET YOU #ur fun can we talk more pls #blah blah!

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jessythebunny · 5 months ago

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~✨my tag list✨~

(more added over time)

•☆About my oc's☆:

#Jessy the bunny🐰🌺 = me/my oc/myself insert

#Messy the bunny🐰💗 = my twin sister

#Jonathan the african boy🤎💍= my oc of my bf

#Liam the wolf💛🐺 = oc Liam

#Lucy the vainy girl✨💜 = oc Lucy

#Rami the gloomy boy💙☁ = oc Rami

#Alex the demon😈💗 = oc Alex

#Saiko the demon😈💜 = oc Saiko/Jessy and Messy's cousin

#Owen the cheeky twin💙🖤🎧 = oc Owen

#Otis the evil twin💜🖤🎧 = oc Otis and Owen's twin brother

#Venessa the shy girl🦋🩵 = oc Venessa

#Ken the hamster🐹💙 = oc Ken

#Anna the wolf💙🐺 = oc Anna/Jessy's ex bff/Ken's ex

#Zack the deliquent guy🧡💢 = oc Zack/Jessy's ex

#Jasmine the mother🩷🐰=Jessy, Messy, John, and Mike's mother

#Jack the father🧡🐺=Jessy, Messy, John, and Mike's father

#John the big brother🩵🐺=The first cluster/myoc's big brother

#Mike the baby brother🩵💫=The last cluster/Jessy's baby brother

#Marina the mermaid🧜🏻‍♀️🌊= my ttte mermaid oc

#Jenny the bunny engine🐰🩵 =my trainsona/my ttte oc/self insert

#Mia the demon engine😈🎧= @miasonyson's trainsona

#the emo controller 💚🖤= me irl as the controller of this railway au

•♡About me♡:

#Jessy is out of connection = I don't have enough internet or I don't have time

#Jessy loves you guys 💗💗 = I love my followers/my friends

#The creater speaks to you ✨✨ = me talking about something important or irl stuff

#Jessy answers ✌🏻✨ = answering your questions

#Jessy reblogs 🌷🌟 = rebloging random posts

#‼️Jessy's announcements‼️ = if I have breaking news or that something happens

#🖌Jessy's art🖌 = my art or the art that belongs to me✨

#✏️Jessy's writing✏️=me writing my original ideas or stories

#💔Jessy's venting💔=Venting to you or telling you the issues of my life💔

#🎀Jessy's animation🎀=my animation or tweening that I make

•♤About my versions♤:

#Jessy.exe🖤🔪=Jessy's evil side

#Soft Jessy 🩷🎀=Jessy's soft side

#Bad Jessy💙🎧=Jessy's bad and deliquent side

#Jessy weirdcore💛🌈=Jessy's weird and anxies side

#Dark Jessy 🖤♠=Jessy's savage and dark side

#Nue jessy❤💙🎸=Jessy's funk side

#cartoon jessy🤍🖤=Jessy's television character and Suzi and fun's bestie

#fun jessy 💜♣=Jessy's funny side

#galaxy jessy 💜🌌=Jessy's space character

#pastel jessy 💗🌸=Jessy's pastel and pinkie side

#ghost jessy 🤍💀=Jessy's ghosty side

#angel jessy 💛🔱=Jessy's angel side

#Demon jessy ❤👹=Jessy's demonic side

•✧About my Au's✧:

#🪯ttte x Zodiacs🪯 = ttte characters fuses with Zodiacs

#🎶ttte x Lady gaga songs🎶 = ttte characters in Lady gaga songs

#sodormagicalworld = my historical fiction AU ( @sodor-magical-world )

#☄️my team x the nine energies☄️ = my oc's with the nine energies

#☁Sodor ordinary life☕=the up-coming name of my ttte Au

•♧About my lore♧:

#📖ttte au's/lore/stories/crossevers/series📖= my ttte lore or anything related to it

#📖Original stories/lore💙=my oc's own stories/lore

#💢the jealousy💢=a story talks about the enmity between Jonathan and Saiko

#😌This could be useful😌=random stuff that can be useful👍🏻

#💚Artist profil🎧 =the private information about the artist (me).

•♢Extra tags♢:

#a simp of james ❤🌹 = me simping for James 😩

#I love my Ruby<3!!! = me loving Jimmy 💖💖

#love you all = I love everyone in Tumblr♡♡

#💖let this creativity live💖 = if I get a fanart

#👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Family diaries👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 = The moments I have with my fictional family

#💞official ships💞 =the ships of my AU

#✏️Some simple tutorials🖌=any tut I post for you

#🌠Unrelated ttte stuff🌠=other fandoms

#💐self inserts💐=my oc in ech fandom

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sailxdia · 1 year ago

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this is very out of date as of Oct

I don't want to delete this blog but it needs to get a big change if I keep it.

The original facets who made this blog.. no longer exist. I don't know when it happened but before I realised they weren't there anymore. I felt them back apart of me. And I don't feel like anything of them was kept around.

It was painful and out of no where. I wasn't ready. There are some who used this still around but the main posters are not. I don't really know what to do. It hurts. Healing is one thing but healing alone is painful. I wanted so bad to get past the programming but..

Sorry to not know what to do for now. I'm glad for the friends they made. I hope we can become if we don't know each other or stay friends if we do too.

Until then. - E

☄️ Welcome, have a seat 🚀

welcome to the blog! It stands for sailing across dimensions and is my fandom; primarily shipping; space. I wanted a space where I could feel comfortable posting lower quality art, edits, and goof off with friends and finally decided to make that space for myself.

Always happy to do ask games, answer head canon questions, be told to draw silly doodles of joy, anything of the sort.

enjoy your time here in this shipper's paradise

If there's anything you want me to tag let me know!

☄️ Tags 🚀

#x post dia — posts made in house #x post art — art, edits, and similar made in house #x rb imagine — reblogged shipping images #x rp dia — general roleplaying tag from ask to posts — #x rp [name] — sub tags for each 'muse' played (will update as they come up) #x pal dia — tag for Palworld live blogging and whatever else #x stardew dia — tag for Stardew Valley live blogging #x acetorney dia — live blogging the Ace Attorney games! #x agame dia — ask game responses #tag — text

Sub Personal tags #what a beautiful image set ☺️ — 🧲🩻's aesthetic collection rbs

List of fandoms, ships, fictional others, and anything else important under the drop

☄️ Fandoms 🚀

Batman — The Animated Series & Gotham Knights (VG)

Castlevania — Animation

Lucifer

Constantine

Welcome Home

Nexomon

Ace Attorney

Name — Specifics

this list can fluctuate and will change at random. Anything of active interest should be here but don't fear asking about others. I might not be into it now but I might get into it because of you!

☄️ Ships 🚀

Bruce Wayne x Batman — Batman {Primarily in BTAS & Gotham Knights (VG) }

Bruce Wayne/Batman x Lucifer — Batman {Primarily Gotham Knights (VG) } / Lucifer

Constantine x Lucifer — Constantine / Lucifer

Dream of the Endless x Lucifer — ??? Comics

Dean Winchester x John Constantine — Supernatural / Hellblazer

Trevor Belmont x Dracula — Castlevania { Animation }

Slade Wilson x Nightwing — DC

Raven x Robin — Teen Titans

Name x Name — Source { extra deets }

Not all of my ships but similar to fandoms are the ones of my active interest at the moment. mostly here to help give people something to grab at for games and prompts

☄️ F/Os 🚀

Romantic { 🌌 } Familial — { 🌈 } Platonic — { 🌕 } Adversarial — { 🌩 }

{ 🌌 } Batman — Batman (BTAS & Gotham Knights)

{ 🌌 } Bruce Wayne — Batman (BTAS & Gotham Knights)

{ 🌌 } Trevor Belmont — Castlevania (Animation)

{ 🌌 } Wally Darling — Welcome Home

{ 🌌 } Keisuke Jin — Kamen Rider X

{ 🌌 } Slade Wilson — DC

{ 🌌 } Fenrir — Nexomon

{ 🌌 } Karl Heisenberg — Resident Evil Village

{ 🌌 🌈 } Ishtar — Vampire the Masquerade

{ 🌌 } Alphonse Frankenstein - Victoria's Electric Coffin

{ 🌈 } Lucifer — Lucifer

{ 🌈 } Metta — Nexomon

{ 🌈 } Ziegler — Nexomon

{ 🌕 } Oliver Queen — Arrow

{ 🌕 } Clark Kent — Superman (STAS & Gotham Knights)

{ 🌕 } Zetta — Nexomon

{ 🌩 } Sally Scarlet — Welcome Home

{ x } Name — Source

I don't mind sharing F/Os with others. Sometimes F/Os are actually more of a projection on a specific person I know; for lack of a better way to say it.

☄️ S/Is 🚀

Trainer Ebon — Pokémon — #x si ebon pkm Vampire Ebon — Vampire the Masquerade — #x si ebon vtm Trainer Dominic — Pokémon — #x si dominic pkm Vampire Dominic — Vampire the Masquerade — #x si dominic vtm Name — Source — #tag

☄️ Posters 🚀

• Bruce ━ 🌑💾 ↳︎ AKA; Bruce Wayne, Masquerade • Bats ━ ☀️🦇 ↳︎ Batman • Ashley ━ 🍫☕ ↳︎ Ashley Williams, • Ebon ━ ☄️🗡️ ↳︎ Dean Winchester, Samuel • Aizen ━ 🪡🌌 ↳︎ Sōsuke Aizen, ✩︎━✩︎━✩︎━✩︎━✩︎ • Byeong-Ho ━ ☀️🪶 ↳︎ Sun • Name ━ 🧲🩻 ↳︎ Magnetism, Electricity ✩︎━✩︎━✩︎━✩︎━✩︎ • Name ━ ## ↳︎ Full name, other name, kintype names, etc • Name ━ ## ↳︎

MuC|N?#|Ot|Mpf

☄️ Else 🚀

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☄️ Active Ask Games 🚀

Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss./ Link — Write a Kiss Title w/Link — Code to use in asks to show it's this one

#x post dia #divider by me #still need to fix this up but I think I got enough to use it so there's something

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pieground · 2 years ago

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The Story of Nothingness and Time

⏳️ ╎Comte x Narrator

☄️╎AU, inspired by Comte's route chapter 23-ish, short story. I HIGHLY suggest listening to Claire De Lune while reading for better immersion.

Darkness. All I see is nothing but darkness in all directions

At some point, I asked, shouldn't there be something in here? Anything?

So I started looking with no certainty of what I'm looking for until I spotted something bright from a distance. I went to it.

A pebble? That's certainly not what I was expecting, but then again, it was something. I reached for it and watched in awe as the pebble grew shinier and brighter, then it was luminescent and as clear as ice. And inside was a universe with tiny specks of dust and swirls of colorful smoke, dots revolved around each other and some even crashed; forming antimatter, a black hole where there is nothingness.

Am I in a black hole? After all, all I have been seeing in this place was darkness. But if I am in one, then it wouldn't be true to say that a black hole is where there is nothingness. I am here, and I found something here.

Shouldn't there be anyone else in this darkness? I couldn't be the only one in here… it feels.. it feels lonely in here.

So I wandered once again into the darkness with a universe in the palm of my hands, the only light that I had. I walked tirelessly for I don't know how long. It seemed like time only moved where I was. However, I felt no exhaustion, I only have this feeling that I should be looking for something, like something is waiting for me to find it… and when I find it, time will continue running, the void will be filled with space, and in the space, I will place the universe then I wait for the end and go and go back to the beginning.

For now, I need to look for something more.

In the darkness, I do not know if I reached the end or if I went back to where I originally was. I trusted the universe to lead me, so patiently, I searched and sure enough, it did lead me to something.

A door.

The closer I got, the slower I was. The universe, however, remained in its own phase.

So I went inside.

Huh?

It is a maelstrom, light, and darkness swirl towards each other, attracting and pushing each other. The wind was malevolent and unforgiving, I held the pebble to my chest and as I went to look over it, I saw the universe move in erratic paces then it slows before running anarchic. I looked back to where the door once was, but as I did, it gradually disintegrated into smaller matters, to sand, to atoms… and then back to nothing.

I'm inside the chaos.

For the first time since I found myself in the dark, I felt scared for myself and for the little pebble where my universe was. I'm afraid to even move. Just who knows what's in this seething mass? What if… something is out there to take my universe away? What would I do?

"I've been waiting for you, Time." A voice said.

I looked up to see someone had been standing in front of me. He wore a smile, he looked happy. And life burned brightly in his irises that reminded me of the yellow stars I found in my universe, however, they aren't just the stars, his eyes held galaxies upon galaxies, comets, and clouds… his aureate eyes held the universe. But more than anything, I saw me; all inside his eyes.

"Time?" I asked him.

"That's your name." He answered, "You told me that a long time ago."

"I did?"

"Yes."

"Have I met you before?" I asked once again, "My mind tells me no but my heart tells me otherwise."

"Do you truly not remember?" He took a step closer, "I can show you."

He closed the gap between us, leaning down, and our foreheads touched. I closed my eyes and felt the chaos calm down and surrounded us with pleasant warmth and the harsh wind became a gentle zephyr as it kissed both our skins. Slowly we descended, our feets touching the softness of the grasses. I opened my eyes once again, I saw his face illuminated by the bowing sun and the breeze playing with his golden hair. He leaned into my touch as my hand went to caress his cheek. And there, familiarity came showering me and everything else scattered and made sense.

"Abel."

He hummed, his face painted with relief. "See? Even time can not erase me from you."

"I took too long, didn't I?" I smiled sheepishly at him.

I only stayed in the chaos for a short time, but it was long enough to make me realize just how scary that place was. It made my universe run turbulent. I couldn't begin to imagine what it is like to be stuck in there for so long, waiting for me.

"It only feels like yesterday. Do not worry." He said, leaning down once again, "However, if you want to make it up to me, a kiss will—"

I pressed my mouth against his. A smile graced his soft mellow lips as they move with mine, dancing gracefully as if we were back in the times when we danced ceaselessly in the dark. I cradled his neck while his hands held me firmly by the waist. And just like that, we'd fallen right back in place as if I'd never been gone. His touch felt so familiar. How could I ever forgotten? We must have had millions of these encounters before. How else could it feel so natural?

Abel said his name meant "nothingness". But Abel is wonderful, especially to me. He holds the planets and the stars, the antimatter and fire that make up the universes of which I visited every time. He probably wouldn't understand right away, but me, who wandered through his darkness, have seen countless shiny pebbles; all enough to create universe of our own. Abel is so much more than he could see, and as Time, I will continue running towards him to remind him that.

"I'm always with you."

When Abel woke up, Time was gone. He was once again alone in the memories. A sad but hopeful smile on his lips, which his fingers subconsciously touched, reminiscing how Time's kisses felt.

He sighed.

Time must be wandering in darkness again…

It's okay. After all, Time promised. And that promise is always true—no matter how lonely it is to wander in the dark, Time will always come back to me.

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In the beginning, there was only nothingness and time. The two co-exist, interchange, and orbit each other. Until space is filled nothingness and matter are born. Gradually, Nothingness disappeared and Time could do nothing but run through the universes in search of him. In the end, Time comes across a singularity in which a new universe is born and time wanders the darkness once again.

#The Story of Nothingness and Time #ikevamp le comte #le comte de saint germain #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp fanfic #comte x Narrator #comte x reader #universe

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galaxicide · 1 year ago

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shipping meme / accepting / @desireandduty

Send 😎 if you would like to explore a FAMILIAL relationship between our muses!

girl, we been doing that! xD and it has been a blast. i'm loving it!!

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Warning I am not a writing creative so there is a good chance many of these questions are being answered for the first time

Secondly, I can't think of an oc more fleshed out than Austin so voila

♥️ praise almost certainly however I am unsure how love languages work and if that is one of them

👖 go to outfit is likely glamoured studded leather armor that non-magically already looks like a very nice suit

☄️ people assume he doesn't think before his actions sometimes I think. While this is rarely true, usually I think his train of thought simply misses the obvious quite often which can lead to that illusion

🖍️ If I had it, I would give him relationship advice. Sadly I am just as lost as him, unsurprisingly

🔪 I would say a combination of convincing himself there's nothing he could have done, and doing everything he can to make it better/prevent things from happening

🪤 probably something that he thinks will help him achieve his goals, especially if there's no other way to go about achieving them. If he doesn't do everything he could to succeed and he fails, that's his fault which is illegal. He is an absolute weasel though, so be careful and don't expect he'll come alone

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

when I was first introduced to dnd in first year, I made a bard and had a blast once I decided he is obsessed with catching a fish, but was disappointed I wasn't able to do anything bardy. that group fell apart (thankfully as I wouldnt trade my current group for the world), so after my first real dnd experience was done, I wanted to try the bard archetype again. when I first made him the only thing I really decided was that he would be secretly involved with the bbeg's daughter, everything else my amazing dm added. also the reason I chose bard at all was at the time I thought I might actually sing during dnd however I have transitioned into being much to embarrassed to be so spontaneous. also I switched to my pc at this point so there is much more writing now

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

can't really think of anything off the top of my head. He's closer to his party members than anyone else and there isn't really anything I can think of that he wouldn't feel comfortable sharing. as for people outside of the party, he doens't want to show weakness or a lack of confidence to the people, as he believes that will weaken the already fragile stability we have. people he knows personally on the other hand.... not entirely sure. I think he's relatively open about his flaws in general (since theyre so evident so often) so yeah

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

probably if he thinks something is a bad idea or plan. For all the horrible ideas and plans he's had, he is still confident in his ability to reason if something will work out or not.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

probably that "x horrible thing is your fault". There are many horrible things that have occurred due to austin that are undebatably his fault, and I do believe that he has effectively blocked them from his memory but being reminded of the horrible choices he's made and being genuinely upset at him about it would *not* do wonders for his psyche. he is doing his best and sometimes it isnt enough and that is not ok for him

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

probably failure. He's definitely the kind of person that will not go down without a fight, so if after all these years all he's done just ends with making everything worse, that would be real bad

alright thats a lot of text sorry for my rambling I hope you enjoy

𝐎𝐂 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒!

feel free to tweak questions + all emojis r listed in text form bc i can't see some of them aAAaaAA! sorry if any of these questions are too similar i tried to avoid that but .. there's a lot lol! categorized by emoji type.

i wanted to make one because i could not find one on tumblr already that had a ton of questions. this was created by combining ones under the #oc ask game tag + my own contributions. hi charmymemes nation i'm back.

people

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

food & drinks

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

plants & nature

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

🌋 VOLCANO - how bad is their temper? is it a slow boil, or a instant explosion?

🌺 HIBISCUS - do they have any allergies?

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

🌱 SEEDLING - what is their most vivid memory from childhood?

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

activity

⚾ BASEBALL - can they play sports? what is their best position if they play a team sport? what's their strong suit (speed, power etc.)?

🏊 SWIMMING - can they swim? or are they afraid of water? how well do they swim? how do they feel about swimming in the ocean?

objects

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

📖 OPEN BOOK - do they like reading? what's their favourite genre?

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

📸 CAMERA - do they enjoy having their picture taken? what's their go-to pose? do they like taking photos? what do they take photos of?

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

💡 LIGHTBULB - is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

💎 DIAMOND - how rich are they? can they live the lifestyle they want to?

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children?

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

✏️ PENCIL - is there a particular quote / lyric that you associate with them?

🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

🎤 MICROPHONE - are they good at singing? what is their go-to karaoke song?

🎷 SAXOPHONE - do they play any instruments? are they any good at it?

📚 BOOKS - how were they at school? what is their best subject? what is their worst subject? do they have a favourite subject?

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

🎨 PALETTE - can they draw? what do they like to draw?

🎡 FERRIS WHEEL - are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

⏳ HOURGLASS - are they usually late or on-time?

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

📦 PACKAGE - what are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them?

🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?

⚙️ GEAR - what are your ocs thoughts on science & art? which do they give more importance to? how much value do they place on each?

🔧 WRENCH - are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

❇️ SPARKLE - what is their most prized possession? what do they value?

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

transport

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

weather

🌩️ LIGHTNING - are they scared of lightning?

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

🌟 GLOWING STAR - what do they think about when they look at the night sky? is there someone they want to star gaze with?

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

hearts

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

💘 HEART W/ ARROW - what traits do they look for in a relationship? do they believe in love at first sight?

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

💙 BLUE HEART - do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

💖 SPARKLING HEART - are they a subtle or a showy lover?

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

#braedonverse

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