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ilovedogsokay · 2 years
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Look how pretty and cute and perfect and bimbo she is 😍😵‍💫😍😵‍💫😍
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yumtooki · 1 year
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lord help me tHIS SHOW IS MAKING ME SO KILIG):/!/!!:2&!:!;$3$
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babylovepresley · 2 years
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laying in my vintage nightie & thinking of ep <3
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byeol-ssi · 2 years
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byeol my love!! congrats on the milestone!! you deserve it all and so much more!! 😭🤩 i always come back to your diluc fics whenever I miss him a lil too much :(( hope you're having the best day/night ily <3
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aaa, my lovely fir!! the way i'm clutching my phone so close to my heart because this was such a sweet surprise 🥺 thank you so, so much ♡ i can't wait to interact with you more often too! i hope life is treating you kindly as well, ily more!!
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junnieverse · 7 months
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OMG MARS MY CRUSH CALLED ME BUBS IM SO HAPPY HES SUCH A CUTIE OMG
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AHHHHH, OMG!! I WOULD BE SCREAMING AND CRYING IF I WERE YOU!! I HOPE HE LIKES YOU BACK SHEHSHSH
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pogueswrld · 1 year
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thinking about ellie williams singing nfwmb by hozier…
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kodaiki · 2 years
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aaaaaAAAAAAG
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chuiemily · 2 years
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his hair hehehe
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omatoxin · 1 year
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Barbatos by omatoxin
(luci next)
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bittersweet-mojo · 3 months
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HAPPY SECRET SAMOL @mariusperkins !!!
I was so incredibly thrilled to be assigned to you these have been a labour of (many many hours) of love! For the rest of you who didn't get to read my email I give you Lye Lychen and Es, swing dancing and sneaking off from a party you're supposed to be infiltrating you guys!!!
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chubs-deuce · 7 months
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some practice doodles bc if I keep making this much art of them I might as well commit to making it the best it can be lmao
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petit-etoile · 6 months
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A drabble idea for thee! I always thought when Tav/the MC steps closer during the Mirror Scene with Astarion that they were going to very gently touch his face while they describe what they see to him and he'd be doing his very best not to break into pieces since he's never had someone do that for him, to touch him with so much kindness without expecting anything from him in return.
my  heart  (part  of  you  lives  here)
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pairing: astarion/tav wordcount:  1,237 content warnings:  i had this song by mitski on repeat the entire time & i fear that it is a mandatory listen other tags:  canon compliant, introspection, character study, developing relationship, getting together, gender neutral tav, human!tav archiveofourown: here.
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summary: 
‘What?’ Astarion asks, voice soft.
‘I see you,’ you tell him. ‘Let me be your mirror. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.’
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You step forward and stare into his eyes, taking in every detail of his face. Astarion may not have aged physically since turning, but he certainly lives a life worth telling. You can see who he is by every detail that has been etched on his face by years of service. His pale, full eyebrows. His round, honest eyes. You must’ve caught him off-guard. He only looks like this when he’s caught unaware.
Carefully, without moving too quickly, you slide both of your hands over the shape of his cheeks, holding him still. You can tell he wants to run away  —  His eyes dart back and forth all over the place, looking anywhere but at you  —  but he stays still at your tender touch, eyebrows pulling together in concern. You rub your thumbs against his cheekbones encouragingly, tilting his head from side to side to appraise his features. You hum appreciatively and touch the mole near his eye tenderly.
‘What?’ Astarion asks, voice soft.
Astarion doesn’t mean to do it. He drops his haughty façade in exchange for something more vulnerable, chin dropping so he can meet your eyes. You slide your thumbs against the dark circles beneath his eyes and smile. He scowls immediately, but it doesn’t frighten you. Perhaps it should.
‘I see you,’ you tell him. ‘Let me be your mirror. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.’
Your voice shakes slightly. You both pretend it doesn’t.
‘  —  What do you see when you look at me?’ Astarion asks.
You’re a little distracted by how his teeth peek out from behind his lips when he talks, but you steady yourself for his sake. You wonder if you should move your hands away. You don’t want to. You like looking at him.
‘You have strong, piercing eyes,’ you say quietly. ‘When you’re not as hungry, they shine brighter. When you are, they’re darker.’
His lips press into a firm line. ‘What else?’
The words slip out faster than you can think about them. ‘You’re pretty.’
‘Pretty?’
‘Your eyes crinkle when you laugh,’ you say, swallowing. ‘Laughing suits you. It lights up your whole face. Laughing makes you look your age.’
Astarion snorts, but it isn’t derisive. For all his love of attention, the more you study his face, the reclusive he seems to get. His eyes aren’t so penetrative now, and they’re more round the more you indulge him in his vanity.
‘What else?’ he pesters.
You slide your hands lower until you’re cradling his jaw. You push your thumb beneath his bottom lip and watch as he pouts. You’re trying so hard to focus, but he smells so handsomely and he’s so intoxicating that you struggle to keep yourself grounded.
‘You have a dangerous smile,’ you tell him. ‘Sometimes when you grin, one side of your mouth lifts higher than the other. Your teeth show, but it’s not… scary to me. You have a nice smile and… and… your jaw is very nice.’
Astarion snorts again and rolls his eyes, but he no longer seems achingly desperate for a perfect description. He grabs your wrists and leans in closer, showing you one side of his face and then the other, preening for your compliments and attention. He draws you in without even intending to. You stumble closer, and now that you’re worried, you try to move your hands out of your intense fear they might get sweaty from you being so nervous. He holds you still.
‘You’ve practiced looking disheveled,’ you whisper, throat tightening. ‘Your hair is…’ You change your mind. ‘Do a spin for me. Let me see the whole picture. Please.’
Astarion laughs  —  a loud babbling brook kind of laughter that makes you dizzy. He releases you then in order to twirl for you demurely. He looks at you from beneath his thick eyelashes and flutters them, biting shyly at his lip. It’s so very rehearsed that you can’t help but laugh as well, looking away. You touch your own cheeks and nearly cringe at how warm they are.
‘You’re very beautiful, but  —  ’
‘But!’ he interrupts.
‘But,’ you insist, ‘you’re Astarion!’
He gasps and looks positively debauched. He presses a hand over his chest and pretends to be wounded, winding down to the chair next to his little table. He waves you over and insists that you join him on the floor, and then it’s his turn to lean forward inquisitively. One small mistake and your noses would bump into one another. You wish a foul wind would blow and knock him over so that you could kiss him without embarrassing yourself.
You cross your legs and lounge on his decorative cushion, stretching out your spine and failing to dislodge a rather painful knot you can feel forming in your lower back from all the climbing and roaming. You distract yourself with a loose thread on his rug and try to smooth it back down in the crevice where it goes.
‘Now what did you mean by that, my dear?’ Astarion asks, nudging you with his foot. ‘That I’m Astarion.’
You close your eyes. ‘Oh, you know that you’re pretty,’ you say, grabbing his ankle before he can flee. ‘I’ve seen you bloody and muddy, and wet and ragged, and you’re still very pretty.’
‘Prettier than Shadowheart?’
‘So you think Shadowheart is pretty?’
Astarion whines and jostles his leg free from your grip. ‘Forgive me if I fish for attention,’ he complains. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve had this much fun.’
‘I think you’re the prettiest,’ you say with a shrug. ‘Prettier than anyone else in camp, except maybe Withers.’
You’re grateful that Astarion’s mood seems to have turned over. He’s not the easiest to always get along with and sometimes he’s so broody that you’re not sure how to navigate his moods, but you’re learning.
You both talk and laugh for a little longer about whatever comes to mind  —  You talk about Shadowheart’s make-up and Karlach’s morning workout routine, and how Wyll always stretches during daybreak and that it’s cute Lae’zel tries so hard to join him in order to entice him, and that Scratch permanently chooses to wake up Gale before anyone else is relieving because it means you get to sleep for a few hours more. You only realize how late it is when you turn your head and notice everyone has snuffed out their lanterns and candles. You bite the inside of your cheek and mourn the fact that you must go so soon.
‘I should go,’ you say ruefully.
‘You should stay,’ Astarion disagrees. ‘Come, stay in my tent for the night. You should get to use my things since I’m the one who forced you to stay awake past your bedtime. That bedroll looks awfully uncomfortable from here.’
‘Where will you sleep?’ you ask, suddenly reserved.
‘Next to you,’ he says, ‘or outside if you’d prefer. I could keep watch.’
‘  —  next to me is fine,’ you tell him.
‘Good,’ Astarion says, smiling. ‘Let me be selfish if it means I get to look at you. I’ll return the favor, you know. Let you know about your eyes and smile next long rest. It’s the least I could do.’
You’re too nervous to sleep that night and he knows it. But come the next long rest, Astarion tells you every detail about your face and you understand, with overwhelming gravity, what you have done for him.
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sofiiel · 6 months
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ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫
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alcazarofthestars · 2 months
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Read firefly wedding and ngl goto is kinda...
GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET
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stargirl230 · 8 months
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First (official) day of college!
super nervous haha, wish me luck
(no reposts!)
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robo-milky · 4 months
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To our most magnificent cat maid,
May I implore you to, instead, capture the moments of la Petite Clochette and I with strained, rosy cheeks from smiling so hard? It would not do if I, the Hunter of Love, were to break another’s heart. There is a certain charm in the adversity of unrequited love, but would it not be better to have a sweet moment that warms your heart in the winter like hot cocoa by a fireplace?
- 🏹
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P.E. Partner bonding !!
One happy moment before everything goes downhill also girlie where is that hand touching
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