excuse me while i go scream into the void! Any time i have managed to romance astarion i NEVER break it off with him. That isn't to say i've never save-scummed just to hear his 'break up' monologue (i've done it only once and i literally cried. I got him asking if he did something wrong and what changed). I wanted to see if there was new dialog since there have been patches added. I don't know if this is new or i just haven't been brave enough to hurt my own heart again lol
BUT WTF IS THIS!?!?!? i have never seen/ heard him say these options and Ive seen plenty of YT and TT vids of people breaking up with him. I was thrown off at first, hence the long pause, and then i yelled when i saw what my tav could say back! my heart broke for Astarion... so i did you all a favor and recorded his replies.
Save scummed and went right back to pretending this never happened.
Also, this Tav is named Astrophel, and it is Greek for 'The Star Lover'.
Damn terfs really do just wanna engage with genuine posts about gender with miles-long essays, and that might be worse than engaging with a hatepost on purpose
In this episode of D&D, a local noble learns the concept of 'non-transactional love'
context: in the previous D&D game, Volya saw his fellow team member and noble, Othi, flirt openly with a commoner in a PUB. in a PUB! In FRONT OF PEOPLE! And that left him so flabbergasted he had to go back at reading treaties about love and social relations.
“Can't remember when we walked past the O.R. sign!
(sur-ger-y!)
Can't remember passing out with her hand in mine!
(my-my-mind!!!!)
I remember waking up with my mind repaired.
(A-OK! ^^)
I remember when I realized, she wasn't there...”
Amnesia was her name….. is. so. horrifically. sadly fitting for these two in literally every single line. And I’m gonna NEED ALL OF U GUYS TO GO LISTEN TO IT NOW OK… THIS ISNT A DRILL GO GO GO GO!!!
Anyway… uhh. the fact Betty “blessed” this guy to like. An eternally long lifespan w THIS FUCKED UP OF A MENTAL STATE IS SO SCREWED UP GHGH- Like poor Simon god damn…! u kno he’d rather just keep on not sorting out his baggage and trauma forever too cuz it’d be too complicated… too much… force him to admit things about himself and about BETTY that he really really doesn’t want to… better to just leave it all unexamined.. pack it all into lil boxes so he can just try to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist… HE GOTTA LIVE FOREVER W IT THO… *ME BANGING ON SIMONS DOOR AT 3 IN THE MORNING*: “SIMON U GOTTA ACCEPT URSELF!!!! LOVE URSELF!!!! ACKNOWLEDGE N ACCEPT EVEN THE “BAD” PARTS OF URSELF!!!! SIMON PLEASE!!!!! SIMON EVEN PPL WHO LOVE YOU AND WHO YOU LOVE CAN HURT YOU!!!! ACKNOWLEDGE IT!!! ACKNOWLEDGE THE HURT AND ACKNOWLEDGE UR FEELINGS!!!! AND URSELF!!!!! SIMON!!!!” anyway… gGHGH YEA, SRRY. SIMON PETRIKOVS MENTAL ILLNESSES MAKE ME FEEL LIKE IM GONNA EXPLODE. ANYWAY HAVE SOME ART. W a bunch of diff versions cuz I’m indecisive!
Mind has a tail. its technically a plug to charge his arms but it can and does move like a tail.
Mind will constantly deny the fact that it is a tail and he bought a belt SPECIFICALLY with loops so he can pretend its just part of the belt. (nobody falls for it)
Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.
He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.
omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.
it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.
drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.
Trying not to completely waste my day & winded up with nearly 1k words of a drabble where the reader gives Tron a proper introduction to user etiquette... by means of a kiss, which is absolutely 500% just because I want to kiss this fucker senseless.
Anyways, might be tempted to post this out on ao3 when I'm done because, damn, I really do love this program & there's something so fun about making him have emotions like DAMNNNNN
The new trailer has injected hype straight into my veins (rip everyone who is tired of Varric narrating trailers feat. Solas, but I'm a sucker for both) and the art is just gorgeous as always so I took screencaps - figured I'd share in case anyone else wanted them!