a kiss between enemies who should be fighting (( pretend like this is from panette.... lmao ))
kissies :3 (accepting)
"Panette, doll, shouldn't you be on the other side of the battle?" Zephia glances up, setting aside the sword she had been scrapping absentmindly against the ground. The smaller woman is before her and Zephia grabs a strand of her long orange hair as she stands to circle around Panette like she's some sort of vulture waiting to swoop down upon her prey.
She kisses the ends of the girl's hair gently, smirking before picking her up into her arms like the little doll that she was. She plants another kiss on Panette's lips before abruptly dropping her on the ground.
"Run along now. Wouldn't want to get... caught, would you? Don't worry, I'll give you time to get away. But remember dear little doll, we are enemies."
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I'm not sure how many people pay attention to this, but Astarions tent area (inside and out) is not just blood splattered and mildly disorganized:
1) Dirty rags, blood and wine spills, rugs and pillows a bit haphazard, no proper bedding inside, empty blood bank jars everywhere, sleeps on a wooden palette rather than a bed roll
But the actual tent (yes I zoomed in and stared heavily at it shdjghfhdj)
It dirty.
It's SPLATTERED with dried mud and dirt, and I also noticed in comparison to his companions his tent is fairly small? And also kinda limp like he didn't wanna bother putting it up.
I bet this man hates putting together and tearing down camp SO MUCH that he just does the bare minimum and then trashes the place anyway. He's not going to voluntarily do laundry, he's not gonna clean the canvas, he's just here to put his shit together in some barely passable way.
And sure the exterior shows how he tries to decorate it in a way that's presentable, but he's decorating with dirty shit he won't scrub 😂
People, myself included to some degree, have chatted about why he is messy trauma wise but honestly I'm coming to the realization that he probably was, even in life, surrounded by servants to some degree.
He gives the air of being from money
I bet this little fool has never in his life had to wash his own clothes or clean a room. Even as a slave, when he was in Cazadors mansion he got trotted between the bunks where he only had minimal space to rest, (and a bunch of siblings he could probably manipulate into washing his socks for him if the servants didn't do it automatically ) and the Boudoir where he was to Look Pretty and Bend Over as requested
He never scrubbed floors in his life
Man's has never once cleaned a toilet
Astarion is living evidence that you can be severely neglected and abused while ALSO being 'spoiled' (in the sense that he never got to develop life skills bc the servants did it for him)
This really ties in with his personality and I think it's a nice touch. Cause what does he focus on keeping clean? HIM. He can do his hair, body washed, clothing IMPECCABLE. Man kept a shirt together for over a century without a single stain on it. But his SPACE ? His THINGS? neglected to the extreme
But yeah anyway, his tent is DIRTY and I'm pretty sure was originally a much more vibrant color too. Zoom in next time you get to camp you'll see what I mean
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Antonio's Birthday HC #2:
One of Antonio's most beloved presents, the tiger pillow, was once again made by Mirabel, who had then been gifted to her little cousin on the night before he turned 4.
A kind townsperson Antonio befriended gifted him a few twine-bound pages of a late family member's studies on tigers (conducted long before the Encanto), knowing how much Antonio loved and cared for animals. The booklet's promise of another big animal (like jaguars) quickly sparked Antonio's fixation on the unfamiliar striped cat.
Because of his sheer love for the animal, Mirabel made quick work on a tiger-themed present for her cousin's birthday, ready to present it to him on the day he turned four.
Unfortunately, on the night before then, Mirabel found little Antonio in the middle of the night, crying and shaking, having been deeply shook by a terrifying nightmare... one about a tiger.
Since he was unable to easily go back to sleep, Mirabel gave Antonio the special pillow early, promising him this tiger was friendly and would chase away his nightmares. Antonio snuggled with Mirabel that night in the same bed, hugging his new gift close to his chest.
When he fell back asleep, he knew that Mirabel had kept her word - and that his real tiger friend would always keep him safe from nightmares.
(yeah this one got a bit sad ;-; don't worry the next next one will be a little happier)
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Hgi if ur just wanting like reqs for connie ficlets. Id love to see him like interacting w more of the party. I wanna know more abt his dynamics w them
You've found that you have a much easier time writing expressions than you do reading them. This is, of course, because memory likes to dramatize them. A smile is much more solid in your mind's eye than it might be on a face.
That's... usually the case, at least. Perhaps it's a Vaugardian thing. Maybe just happenstance! But. Well. You're Vaugardian companions certainly all wear their hearts on their sleeves.
Mirabelle is fretting over something. This much is obvious. She's rocking back and forth on her heels, biting her thumb nail, clearly lost in thought. Her expression is furrowed and her large eyes clouded with worry.
Really, it's very easy to tell with her.
"Mirabelle, dear!" You stalk over to her, placing a hand softly on her shoulder.
She jolts out of her trance, hand flying to her rapier, "WAA!? Conifleur??? Sir?"
You smile, "The one and only!"
"You scared me!"
"I noticed." You hum, slipping your hand off of her and moving to face her properly, "You certainly seemed lost in thought."
"Oh, um... It was nothing, really!!"
"Ahh... I don't quite buy that, Love." You tell her simply, "I could hear the gears in your head turning all the way from camp. What's on your mind, Miss. Mirabelle?"
She holds her hands to her chest, almost as if in prayer. You do it differently in Poteria but you've lived here long enough to recognize the gesture, now. Mirabelle won't quite look at you. That's more than alright! You have time before you have to return to camp.
"We're getting close to the fourth orb. And the curse is spreading faster than ever. If we're not careful... one of us could...." She trails off.
"We won't." You tell her, with much more confidence than you really have, "All of us are determined to see this through, Dear."
"But!-"
"Ah!" You put a finger to her lip. "No buts! What kind of story would it be if the heroes lost?"
"This isn't a story!" She argues.
"I know," you concede, "but it is our story, is it not? May as well stay optimistic."
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