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they made him this attractive and for what? for him to die??
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ill make an offical post and add it to the masterlist later but for now i wanna put the link out here
"The Ultimate Gift" an Astarion/Tav (Xander my bard tav) angst fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/54251539
#astarion#baldur's gate 3#bg3 tav#astarion x tav#xander my tav#angst#post baldurs gate 3 end#writing#ascended astarion#vampire lord astarion#hurt/no comfort
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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞- 𝐂𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫
You and Amir sit facing each other on the couch. You are pulled close to him, your thighs overlap his as you lay back against the couch. Cypher is between your legs rubbing his cock against your throbbing t-dick and through your folds. He can barely hold himself together, his hand covering his mouth as to not allow himself to get to loud.
You tease him a bit, moving your hips upwards so the tips of you both touch before sliding back down his length. Amir lets out a puff of hot air, shivering as he feels your wet lips around him. He uses his hand to guide himself, thrusting against you. With each thrust his dick slides against yours, both of you become a mess as his pace quickens. Every upward movement causes the head of his dick to bump and push past yours until he's eventually leaning over you. You grab onto his forearm tightly, you squeal out in pleasure as you cum all over his shaft. Not far after Amir moans loudly into the living room, his cum landing on your mound and stomach.
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bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else
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hi! not my usual simp ramblings but i wanted to post some writing i did so enjoy :)
if youd like to check out my actual works, please see my master post or check out my ao3 !
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Empty
When it all happened all it felt like was emptiness, he didn’t know whether to cry or screen or curse the Gods above. Would they even listen? They had not intervened when those monsters took and took from him, they stood by and watched. So for many years this ball of grief festered in his chest, cold and hard. A solid ball of ice encapsulating every raw emotion he felt. Anger and sadness, pain untold lingering just below the surface of his skin unseeing to anyone who glanced his way. For a time, for a very long time, it simply did not matter. It was so easy to let those emotions disappear from his heart because he had no reason to feel them. No one was close enough to care or ask if he was truly okay.
It wasn’t until he showed up. How freely he cared, wore his emotions on his sleeve like an open book. Tears were not a weakness to him, but a symbol of strength. Oh how he cared so freely, he did not see for skin, he saw for person. It was like he could see above all. He was better than any God anyone worshiped. He was like the smell of freshly cut grass, it tingles your nose in a way both pleasant and unpleasant. You wish to smell it again yet fleeting in its moments when nature takes him away. In contrast to the icey ball, his chest carried a fiery passion. Like a literal piece of the sun that shined so brightly it was nearly obnoxious.
It hurt. The sun was bright, uncaring. It made him angry, explosively angry. Misplaced years of unspoken anger and unshed tears, screaming for no reason other than he wanted to scream. That ball of ice chipped and cracked everytime he yelled, freeing up the bundle fury of passion long since gone. The sun simply took, smiled and bore the weight of these emotions like they were his own. Oh how he cared so freely.
That smile shone like the daylight, beams of warmth caressing skin like a lover who held you close. The ice melted slowly, raindrops of tears in his unfeeling heart. Somedays it seemed worse than others, entire hurricanes of rain so bad his throat was raw. Otherdays is was quiet, a light mist of a spring day, still warm and free that it was comfortable. He didn’t know how to process it, he only saw weakness. Saw his flaws like they were bright red flags taunting a bull. In came the rage once again, unfiltered and burning so brightly it set ablaze the ice around his heart, melting it so quickly that he didn’t have time to even catch it.
Resentment. It was so bitter. It bit at the inside of his mouth and made his tongue tingle as though he was being pricked by a hundred needles at the same time. He spit at the very ground that resentment stood, yet it never faltered. It made home in the space of his heart, like a spider building a web. Intricate feelings of scorn and wrath, sorrow and grief. That simple tarantula nipped at his very soul, poisoning him with emotion he’d never wish for anyone. He felt like he was poisoning the sun, and for the first time in eons he was scared.
It horrified him. His shield gone and his hand forced to swing his sharpened blade. The sun only smiled, patient and filling him with warmth. A warmth he most dearly did not deserve, yet he received anyways. He wanted to hate the sun for this, he wanted to be mad and tell the sun to run and never look back. Yet, in his growth he didn’t hate or scream, he smiled back. The tarantula cried in pain, leg snapping as its web crumbled beneath it. His very soul smiled back, free.
The sun held his hand and he didn’t fight. His sword sheathed and shield lowered, the tarantula screamed again. Scattering away from its home in his heart, leaving behind the broken cobwebs of its ugly poison. He knew how to be okay with this poison, the warmth in his being taught him to love it. Cry when it hurts, yell when it's scary, smile when life is good. The threads of fate were not kind, but the sun taught him kindness anyways.
#writer#writing#freeform#the sun#the moon#personification of the sun#grief#overcoming grief#becoming someone better#chases brainrots
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You keep dreaming and dark scheming
You're a poison and I know that is the truth
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me & the guy from the rival food chain who keeps pissing me off (i want him carnally)
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Earrings – One-shot
Pairing — Childe x gn!reader
Summary — Could you return the piece of his soul please?
Warnings/tags — gender neutral reader, pronouns aren't used; SFW; Angsty thoughts; hurt to comfort; angst with happy ending
Author's Note — melancholic, poetical thoughts from 3AM. I hope it's understandable! Love my boy Childe <3
Word count — 0.8k
"Why are you leaving?" Childe whispered as the early dawn's cold wind cut into his core. He hugged himself, it wasn't a good idea to step outside into the Snezhnayan cold dawn with only his pants on.
"I have to." You answered, not even looking back. Your eyes were fixated on the red and orange horizon, and your back faced him. You snuffled, the weather sent shivers down your spine, even if you were fully clothed.
"Will I ever see you again?" Childe asked, his voice trembling. You couldn't decide whether it was because of the chilly weather or because of you.
"I hope so." You nodded.
Childe knew the day would come sooner or later. He knew you'd leave, you were like a bird who always flew away then came back. You were his bird, his little, precious bird, but he knew he couldn't keep you in a cage. Your soul was free, and you always took a piece from his whenever you left. He could only pray and hope you'd give him back that part of his soul in one piece.
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He could only pray and hope. But was it worth it? Until next summer, he would count the days until he saw you again. He would watch the street every day, hoping he would spot you. He would light a candle in his window, hoping you would see it and find a way back to him. He would cling onto the last strings of hope, maybe you just had to stay longer. Maybe you'll still come back, even if the summer slowly slips out of his hands. Maybe you didn't forget him, and maybe you returned half of his soul on the last day of summer – when you usually leave him.
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Childe sometimes forgets about you. He slowly changed his habits. He would not watch the street, hoping his little bird would come back to him. He would not light a candle. He sometimes found himself forgetting you. He found himself wondering what would happen if he finally let go of false hope.
He loved you, he surely did. He loved you with all his heart, but sometimes he forgot about it. He forgot that you spent nights with him on Snezhnayan summer nights, he forgot your kisses on his neck, he forgot that you existed.
He grew up. And in his memories, you were a faint fairytale. Like a long-heard fairytale, a faint memory of a bedtime story. A bittersweet story to wonder about on his sleepless nights.
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He wandered around Liyue Harbor. He kept watching people, it was his favorite thing to do when he was bored. He kept watching what they did and how they acted. Sometimes his heart ached when he saw a lovely couple. Whether they had dinner together or held hands while watching the sunset above the endless sea, he was jealous. He was jealous because whenever he imagined himself in the picture, you were with him. This time, he remembered everything. Your beautiful features, your sweet laugh, your care for him, you.
You sat on a bench, alone. You watched the red and orange colors have fun above the blue sea. They reminded you of him. His fluffy orange locks form a crown on his head, above the deep blue, shining eyes. Oh, those eyes. They always watched you, and they always noticed if your attitude changed. They watched over you, they admired you in every way possible.
"You didn't return." You heard a melancholic voice behind you. You could recognize this voice for a lifetime. You could recognize this voice in every life of yours if there were others like it.
"I couldn't." You answered, keeping your eyes on the sunset. You wished you could give a good reason, but you couldn't form words, let alone think.
"You left me." Childe sounded disappointed. He had every right to be disappointed in you. You didn't blame him, he was right. You left him and didn't return to him. You didn't appear on the street he always watched, and you didn't follow the candle's light he had in his window.
"I'm sorry." You muttered. It felt like a dream. You two had so much to say, but you both chose not to say anything. You stayed silent as you reached up to your right ear. "This belongs to you."
You held the earring in your palm, offering it to him beside you. You didn't look up at him, you stubbornly kept your eyes on the sunset. It was the earring you got from Childe when you first left him. It was the piece of his soul that you didn't return to him.
Childe often wondered if he wanted to take that part of his soul back from you. He was often angry that you took it, he wanted to snatch it back from you. He was often sad that you took it, he wanted to get it back so he could see you again when you returned it.
Childe gently closed your fingers on your palm with the earring on it. He sighed, glancing at the sunset.
"You can keep it."
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