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I'm killing someone, maybe || You're killing someone, maybe
I'm killing you, maybe || You're killing me, maybe
Stella Young - Villain
On the first camp night after the nautilaud crash, they engaged in a dance of wits and realized how much they couldn't stand each other. But who will play their part better?
"I am well aware you will use me as a meatshield on the first opportunity given."
"Hm. Yeah. But luckily our goals are the same aren't they?"
"If I'm truly so dense, despise my knowledge, to stand close enough to you and I end up as a meatshieldβ¦well, then I suppose I deserve whatever blows come my way."
- with @askastarion
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&. ππ‘π ππππ« π¬ππ§πππ§ππ π¬πππ«πππ«π¬.
( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
β you ever think about purpose? β
β i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? β
β i have time for this. β
β you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. β
β i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. β
β if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? β
β i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. β
β what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? β
β sometimes, i look like february. β
β you want a sprite? you look kinda green. β
β can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? β
β chef, that's way too much acid. β
β you, uh, making a sundae? β
β that actually sounds delicious. β
β because you're the bear and i remember you. β
β i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? β
β i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. β
β i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? β
β you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? β
β it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. β
β so how long you been a cook? β
β howβd you get good at this? β
β you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? β
β speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? β
β it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. β
β what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. β
β what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. β
β you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. β
β did you just throw a fork at me? β
β i think time spent doing this is time well spent. β
β never too late to start over. β
β i just want you to know... that this is really nice. β
β i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. β
β we just don't say hello anymore? β
β you're wearing a suit? β
β uh, yeah, i wear suits now. β
β i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. β
β i actually do think that we could fit good together. β
β i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? β
β i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. β
β i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. β
β you just came from a funeral? β
β yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. β
β you want me to make you some coffee? β
β i just need your focus like you need mine. β
β you good? β
β what's your relationship with your mom like? β
β alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. β
β looks gorgeous, chef. β
β i haven't eaten yet. β
β oh, let me make you something. β
β yeah, i can make you an omelet. β
β that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? β
β Β i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. β
β well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. β
β you deserve my full focus. β
β i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. β
β you're not gonna fuck it up. β
β i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. β
β you could do this without me. β
β i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. β
β you make me better at this. β
β you still love to cook, right? β
β how's the wine? β
β yo. we're low on forks, chef. β
β okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. β
β i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. β
β i really appreciate you being so patient with me. β
β do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? β
β just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. β
β i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. β
β i don't know how to say i'm sorry. β
β i need you to say it's okay. β
β you are being so fucking weird, man. β
β i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. β
β i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. β
β maybe i'm just not built for this. β
β because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. β
β i'm really sorry you feel that way. β
β would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? β
β i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? β
β you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. β
β where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? β
β i fucking love you! β
β you fucking need me. β
β i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. β
β i love you, chef. β
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"I'm surprised you could even fit your hand in his pocket," Astarion snickered. "And, well... that was definitely a good distraction! I love a bit of fireworks any day of the tenday."
"Hmm... Yes, you're right, Karlach," he smiled. "It's nice to relax after all that together with you." A moment of silence passed, before he glanced back toward her, figuring he should reassure her of something. "We're going to make sure that Gortash pays, you know?" he confirmed. "You won't have to put up with it for long."
"I'm sorry fangs, I didn't mean to land us in jail" Karlach scrunches her nose. "But look at the bright side, you made a nice meal out of those guards" She smiled sheepishly..
"We didn't even get hurt...... mostly"
-@ask-karlachbear
"Aaah... I've never eaten so well," Astarion hummed, leaning back into the grass of their camp and letting out a contented sigh, lacing his hands under his head. "Don't worry about it, my sweet Hellfire. Though perhaps next time we need to take something, you let me stick to the swiping, and you stick to the 'causing a big fight and in the middle of a populated area, possibly setting fire to things, and thus distracting any viewers'."
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4-Word Sentence Prompts
An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.
β I don't need you. β
β Celebrate while you can. β
β It was too much. β
β I'm so, so sorry. β
β Let me love you. β
β Where have you been? β
β Why am I here? β
β I would love to. β
β I tried but failed. β
β You'll never forgive me. β
β I want to confess. β
β I will protect you. β
β You don't deserve me. β
β I don't deserve you. β
β You are safe here. β
β You choose your fate. β
β I have lost control. β
β I don't recognize myself. β
β You are to blame. β
β You lack the skills. β
β Be still, don't move. β
β Yet again you lie. β
β You are so beautiful. β
β Take it off. Now. β
β Look at you now. β
β Shoot before it escapes! β
β You can't do this! β
β Please don't leave me. β
β Please leave me along. β
β Worship me or die. β
β Bow before me, peasant. β
β Did you make this? β
β I can't believe this! β
β You are my villain. β
β You are my hero. β
β I don't take sides. β
β Run, don't look back. β
β My life is perfect. β
β Don't lie to me. β
β When is it over? β
β What is this madness? β
β Cut loose, have fun! β
β I hate you all. β
β I love you, dear. β
β You drive me crazy. β
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(Hello, I hope my bad English is not so bad for rollplay, I try to make it understandable)
Havli walks towards Astarion's tent in the evening after checking the camp supplies. As she stands in front of the vampire, she seems unusually nervous. The tiefling druid bites her lower lip for a moment and then looks him in the eye.
"Um, hello Astarion, some of our supplies are running low, I was wondering if you would like to go hunting with me?" She pauses again briefly and strokes her red-black hair "Only if you have time and are hungry too, of course"
Insight Check Success She thinks that once Astarion has removed the blood from the prey, there won't be such a big waste if you separate the meat from the bones.
"Oh darling! Of course you came to me for help." Astarion beamed, clearly self-satisfied that someone had taken notice at his skills in hunting. He had gotten quite good at it, he found. Taking down animals was much easier than tricking people into coming back to a terrifying gothic castle. And it allowed him to keep his clothes on.
"Although... I don't know if you're not too squeamish about how I hunt. It's not something for a delicate little flower to think about," he continued cheekily, "... all the blood removed form a beast. Or if everyone would be okay with my sloppy seconds."
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As we talked to Raphael, waiting for him to uphold his end of the deal and tell Astarion the meaning behind his scars. When Raphael snaps his fingers, undressing Astarion in a flash, leaving us all shocked.
"Hey!"
I'm glaring at Raphael as I rip off my cloak to drap it over Astarion's shoulders as I growl at Raphael.
"I'll only say this once you do something like that to him again. Without his consent, you'll be choking on my blade."
I crossed my arms as I continued to glare.
"Now get on with it and keep your end of the deal."
-β£οΈ
Astarion froze for a moment, a look of horror leaping onto his face as he felt his clothes suddenly... vanish. He gasped and folded into himself, covering himself as much as possible and only remembering to breathe again when his companion wrapped a cloak around him. He covered his mouth, not wanting Raphael to hear him hyperventilating.
Thoughts were rushing back to him. He had never been in a situation where the fabric on his back had just vanished before... but he knew many people had seen him without them whom he didn't want to. He didn't feel like adding to the number. And for Raphael to just do that to him for fun... He felt violated.
"Would you just tell me what the scars say, you stinking bastard!?" he gasped, pulling the cloak closed around his body.
He fought to regain control over his mind, desperately picturing the demon skewered on the end of his dagger, rather than the image of his own body, reflected in the eyes of everyone around him.
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"No, that part was just ... mentioned. That it happened," she tried to comfort him.
She raised an eyebrow at him when he denied having a soft side. "Huh. So you don't long for friendship or love? That's kind of sad. I get the need for vengeance and rage, more than most people, but isn't it healthy to have more than one goal? What if you die chasing that vengeance? And you haven't experienced anything else than what Cazadoor put you through?"
Astarion breathed a small sigh of relief to hear that no one had seen it. The fact that people he didn't know knew about it at all was jarring - people he'd never see or hear from. That spooked him, but... it was much more consolation.
"Hah. I'm sorry, since when am I expected to take unsolicited life advice from someone from a different world who doesn't even know m- Don't answer that," he sighed. "Does it matter? Yes, I am going to kill Cazador. Yes, vengeance is all that fills my mind at all moments of a day. If you had lived under thumb and blade for 200 years, it would for yours as well."
Friendship or love. He could laugh. But... it was hard to know to crave what he didn't have, or didn't know he needed, after surviving without for so long.
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Astarion watches as sweet bard/cleric Tav, who's words are often a healing balm both physical and mental. meets Cazador and the first thing that comes out of their mouth is "that's Cazador? he's a lot smaller than I thought he'd be" then starts using the text she found that Cazador wrote, to use an effective barrage of 'cutting words' that rip at every insecurity and fear that Astarion didn't even dare realize Cazador had.
Astarion's heart had been pounding out of his chest. He couldn't wait to kill that man. He had pictured his heart skewered like a kebab on Astarion's dagger for decades, but never thought it was possible. Now that it was close, the need for vengeance had turned to panic. Nervousness. Memories of what the man had done to him and fear that they might fail and he had doomed Tav to the same fate.
He stood struck still, knife shivering in his hand as they faced off with the man who had tortured him for centuries... But then... came the flurry of insults. He watched Cazador's face flush with anger... and a smile spread on his face.
"Hah... It's your turn to suffer, bastard!" he hissed, before rushing forward, blade drawn.
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The dryad frowns, almost pouting. βSussur. Friend.β They look carefully at Astarion for a while before speaking again. ββ¦not friend?β
Insight, DC 5:
Pass: There seems to be a case of mistaken identity. Perhaps the dryadβs friend shares a few features in common with Astarion.
-π₯
Astarion's brow raised in confusion, glancing at the creature's expression.
Shadowheart leaned closer to Astarion. "It looks like they think you're someone you're not," she murmured.
"'Me'?" he hummed, "Someone else with looks as iconic as these? Inconceivable." He sighed dramatically, before leaning in closer to the dryad. "I'm Astarion. Astarion Ancunin? I've not been down here before and I very much doubt that we've met in Baldur's Gate."
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#wanted to give light to loving having 800 companions around one of which who will pass haha#dryad anon#anonymous#astarion#astarion ancunin#baldur's gate 3
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π for sussar tree dryad
-π₯(forgot the signature on the first one, sorry!)
DIFFERENT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS
Because there are so many different types of bonds characters can share. For the prompts with one muse is __ the other muse, please feel free to specify who is which role.
send π for our muses to be friends
Astarion liked the Dryad. She was fun. It was funny watching her learn about things common to their camp rather than the Underdark, and in all honesty, having her around reminded him about his youth. A more innocent time. When he was still out discovering things for himself. Besides, it was very refreshing around to have someone who thought... differently. Who seemed to come to them in curiosity about all things around them, who seemed to be innocently meandering about, thinking for themselves. Rather than... well, the risk that they might be trying to use him. It relaxed him. Brought out a different side to him.
He peered over at her, from where he sat reclining against a tree with a book in hand while the others were out adventuring. He was relaxed, he felt, like he hadn't been in a while.
"What are you looking at, over there?" he hummed.
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"Of course I will, I said before that I have your back, and besides, the bastard deserves to die for what he's done."
As he explains his plans for after, my soft smile remains, "Would you mind if I joined you then? I know I would miss your company greatly."
-π©°
"You want to... stay with me?" he asked. Honestly, all this was very overwhelming. People really willing to help him with his Cazador problem? People wanting to stay with him afterward? Well, that wasn't new actually. But it felt different to before when he would make people crave his company, or sometimes they just wanted to because they wanted him right off the bat. More of an equal exchange. Like asking to stay with him was something vulnerable and gentle.
"I mean... If you want to. I thought that you wanted to follow your dreams and become a dancer." He paused, before sighing, feeling like he probably... should say something. "And I would... probably miss all of you too... I suppose. But don't mention it. I don't need everyone thinking I'm nice."
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As he offers his arm, my smile returns, though small almost faint, but I happily accept his arm all the same.
"We shall."
A comforting silence falls on us as we walk into the woods. Once we were a good distance away from camp, I sighed, "All flattery and jokes aside, thank you for stepping in Astarion. It was...all just a lot."
-π΅
"Oh, please," he waved his companion off casually as they moved out into the forest.
"Don't mention it. Seriously. I don't need the whole camp going around thinking I've gone soft." He sighed. "Honestly, who would do that to someone anyway!? Force them out into the woods when the only thing keeping us from turning into a monster is right here. Since when am I the considerate one?"
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Astarion watched on as she talked with the tieflings, eyes slightly wide as she had them wrapped around her little finger. Some kind of charlatan, then? Criminals could be pedantic bookworms too... So not a wizard? Interesting.
The tieflings shot eachother a look, before darting back into the forest, with Astarion standing up slowly to watch their passage.
"Well, that was effective," Astarion hummed. He glanced up at the wooden cage, just managing to resist the urge to chuckle at seeing the woman grimacing from behind wooden bars. "Well, now you have a bat in a cage. What exactly are you going to do with her?"
It was a sunny morning with a nice breeze, the crackling of dying fires of the crashed ship seemed to fade to a background echo. There was a brief sound of combat only a few moments ago that eventually turned into casual conversation, the trudging footsteps in the sand were beginning to grow closer until three figures could be easily seen, a Half-Elf woman wearing medium armor with black hair, a Human male in purple robes with brown hair, and a surprisingly tall Half-Elf woman in dark green robes with frizzy blonde hair. The green-robed woman was clearly the leader as she took charge with a big smile, clearly the helpful type.
@cupcake-the-big-goblin
Astarion waited in the shrubbery off the beaten path leading away from the crashed wreck of the Nautiloid, still blazing and smoldering gently in the distance. Getting out of there had given him the scare of his life, fleeing the fires and intellect devowerers and mind flayers (oh my) into the light of day... And realising he wasn't aflame himself. He spent a good long while puzzling, basking, and though he was careful to make sure no one saw, briefly shedding a tear at feeling the light on his face for the first time in centuries.
But now, he needed answers.
He had heard that gaggle approaching from the wreckage with all the decorum and stealth of a herd of elephants. Their leader... the same person he saw skulking around aboard. Who knew something about his condition. Who may well have perpetrated it...
He waited until they neared, before positioning himself in the grass. The half-elf seemed to notice him but appeared at least a little trepiditious. Maybe there was some brain left in there after all... "Hurry, I've got one of those 'brain things' cornered."
"There, in the grass. You can kill it it can't you? Like you killed the others."
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"Astarion, I didn't even TOUCH the tree, I was all the way across from you! Gods! This time you can't put this on me, it's not MY fault that you sat near a dying tree!"
"It was because of YOUR ANTICS that it fell on me! In what world is tossing around spell arrows for practice in the direction people are sitting a normal thing to do?!"
"Is it ignorance then?! Pure stupidity that keeps leading you to kill me! It must be for it to have happened this many times and you still to think that excuses can explain it. Out with it! Or I'll have Gale read your mind to give me the real answer."
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"Yes, but those are your little typical bugs that skitter through the forest floor."
She digs through her bag, pulling out a small brown notebook, with a brown leather cover and white floral embroidery. Flipping through the notebook, her stormy blue eyes dart over the pages covered with her small messy handwriting. She keeps the book close to her, protecting it as if it contains all the secrets of the universe...instead of years of bug facts.
"I'm talking about large, rare beetles that glitter like polished gems...butterflies and moths with colors you only really find in paintings. Those kinds of 'cool bugs.'"
- π¦£
Astarion still had nis nose turned up. After a moment of silence, he sighed, before cocking his head casually to the notebook.
"... Pretty, I guess," he hummed. "Fine, go ahead and tell me about your little gems. Nothing like your face obsessed with something anyway..."
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It was late at night as I starred up at the stars, Astarion besides me, after I've gone to him hours ago asking to borrow a book when we started talking and here we are.
"You wanna know what I've learned." Turning my head smiling softly with a shrug. "It's not just the undead the gods don't answer. I've lost count of how many times I've pleaded, begged and reached out to them only to get nothing in return."
-β¨οΈ
Astarion glanced at his companion out of the corner of his eyes, not moving his head from their position where they laid beside the campfire, his head resting in the crook of his arms.
"Don't take it personally," he sighed, though his own voice was tinged with anger. "There must simply be something about gods that makes them think they're above the needs of anyone who worships them. I imagine there must be something in the air on the astral plane."
"I mean, just look at Gale and Shadowheart. Most devoted fools in the club and where has it gotten them? Sometimes I wonder if Wyll is better off in his pact. At least he's getting somethign in return for his devotion, and he knows he's being used."
#can you tell i like using these laying down in grass gifs yet#star anon#astarion#astarion ancunin#baldur's gate 3
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For a moment I'm quiet considering not telling them anything but realizing that they didn't have to share anything about their past to me yet they did..and now that this messenger was dead it was only a matter of time.
Turning back towards them, my face lightly splattered with blood as I nervously played with my hands.
"No..umm..okay, my mother is a very high Nobel in Baldur's Gate..so high that she easily sold her daughter off to some creep when I was younger..I spent years being his play thing in every sense of the word until I snapped and killed him..I've lived on my own ever since dodging or killing every attempt my mother sent to capture me and return me to her so she could sell me again."
-β¦οΈ
"Goodness..." Astarion gasped at hearing the tale. Though after hearing it, and... well, with everything that haunted him and everyone they seemed to travel with these days, he wasn't sure there was such a thing anymore.
"Well, aren't we the little bundle of hard-done-by souls? Really, you'd have to think everyone gets forced into the life of adventurers by hardship these days, rather than the innate desire to go in sleep in mud and stab things." He sighed and shook his head. "Honestly, I don't know why you sound so ashamed to say anything about it. That's terrible, obviously, but it's not like I'm going to judge you for killing him. Kudos, in fact. I'm almost jealous."
"So. Are we going to go and kill your mother, or not?"
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#sometimes u know exactly what he would say and it just comes out#diamond anon#anonymous#astarion#astarion ancunin#ask#baldur's gate 3
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