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Dating Yandere Spawn Would Include:
Yandere is his middle name, he will go to any length to ensure his feelings get reciprocated and you won't even think about going near others. He would be obsessively in love with you, making sure no one else could be a threat and you would be his forever.
He's obsessive, possessive, and violent. If anyone so much as glances at you in a way that he deems inappropriate, he’ll take action – and that likely means violence. He'll likely get extremely jealous whenever someone gets your attention, and he'll want to hurt them.
He's also manipulative, and cunning - He'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, and that includes you. He'll constantly monitor and control your life, and he'll make sure that you're always with him.
He'll threaten those around you and become excessively jealous and suspicious whenever you spend time with other people. He'll isolate you to be the only person in your life. He'll be excessively protective of you and will try and stop you from being around other people out of fear that they'll steal you away from him.
He'll constantly accuse you of cheating or being unfaithful to him and will use manipulation tactics to make you feel guilty for spending time with someone else. He'll want to know where you are at all times, and will constantly check in with you so you don't forget about him. He'll become overbearing and paranoid, refusing to let you do anything without him accompanying you.
He'll be extremely moody – loving and affectionate one moment, and extremely jealous and suspicious, the next. He'll become manipulative and try to twist your mind against your friends, family, and coworkers to make you doubt them and to make you see him as your only real option. He'll be manipulative to get his own way and to ensure that you have no one except for him, making it increasingly hard for you to leave him.
He’ll try and make you constantly rely on him. He'll constantly try and make you believe that you need him, and he'll convince you that he's the only one who can protect you. He'll become obsessed with you and try and trap you in a relationship with him, manipulating, and controlling you. He'll constantly call, text, and keep tabs on your location, trying to control your movements. He'll become possessive over your belongings, preventing you from having contact with other people, and even taking physical measures to stop you from doing so.
He'd likely become quite erratic and unpredictable when he didn't get his way. He'd likely lash out in violent outbursts whenever something didn't go his way, and make sure that his rage wasn't directed at you, to the best of his abilities at least if you weren't the cause of it.
Other than that… I mean, he'd be overprotective, to say the least. He would never allow anyone to harm you - He'd always make sure you stayed safe. And if he couldn't be there to keep away any threats, he'd feel incredibly guilty. He'd punish himself with extreme training or self-harm.
If you were to break away from his control in any way, he would immediately resort to threats and emotional manipulation, trying to make you feel guilty for wanting something other than him. This would include things like constantly reminding you of everything you've done together, how much he loves you… all in an effort to convince you that he is the better choice. That it was better to be with him, with the one who would protect and care for you, than with whoever else you might have been interested in.
If you were to ever reject him or his advances, he'd likely resort to a more obsessive pursuit, constantly contacting you and asking why you don't want him. This could turn into stalking, and him always appearing, uninvited, everywhere you are. Again, trying to make you reconsider your choice and see that he is the only one who truly loves you.
He'd likely demand complete and full access to your private life, such as your email accounts and other forms of social networking. He'd control all access to you, ensuring that only those he deemed to be 'safe' could contact you. He'd want to know everything about you, and you would have no privacy while in his grasp.
He'd likely have no mercy when it came to dealing with people he deemed to be a threat to your relationship. He'd likely find ways to dispose of them, whether it be physical violence or other means… He's very protective of what's his, and that would include you.
With his powers, he could potentially make things even more… difficult for those he perceived as a threat. The possibilities are endless, and very few would be safe from his wrath. With his work… well… let's just say a lot of people are going to die if someone threatens to take you from him… and it wouldn't be pretty.
He likely wouldn't initially, as he'd most likely see you as his property and something that should be protected from harm. However, he's territorial, and anyone who threatens what's his will pay the price.
He'd actually be quite affectionate as well, but not in the traditional way, though. He'd want to spend every waking moment with you and would be constantly hugging you, kissing you, cuddling with you, and even showering you with compliments. He'd be quite affectionate… but only really on his terms.
He'd likely plan all of your dates, and they would all revolve around his interests. He'd be extra possessive of you during them, wanting to keep you close by his side at all times. He'd likely make very overt displays of affection, kissing and hugging you in public, possibly to a degree that could be seen as excessive. He'd want to make sure that everyone knew you were his, and that your affection was solely reserved for him.
He'd likely get quite worked up when you fight, and would likely raise his voice at you and threaten any number of things - including violence, intimidation, and even harm. He'd likely end up throwing and breaking things and lashing out in anger. And once the tension diffused, he'd likely try to cuddle you, apologize, and say how much he loves you, and that didn't mean any of the things he said.
He'd be incredibly excited about the idea of marriage, and would likely be quite intense about it. He'd want to marry you as soon as possible and have full control over every aspect of the wedding. He'd want to plan it… and make sure that it was perfect, and that everything went exactly according to his plan. He'd also be extremely protective over you during your honeymoon, and would likely be suspicious of and jealous of any other person you interacted with.
If you had children, he would likely be very protective over them, and wouldn't want them to go anywhere without him present. He'd make sure that they were cared for and provided for… but also disciplined properly, and possibly to a degree that was unreasonable. He'd likely make them very much the object of his affection, and keep them close by his side. If you didn't want children… well… let's just say that it would likely cause a problem in the relationship.
"You're mine, and you belong to me. No one else will have your love, or see your beautiful face, or hear your sweet voice… only me. You belong to me and me alone, and you're not going anywhere. Understood?"
Power dynamics and Role-play - where he gets to fully embody the role of the dominant partner, using his size and strength to completely overwhelm and overpower you while you play the part of the submissive, helpless little slut who just can't get enough of being under his command.
Control - using you for his pleasure while making you feel completely helpless. He enjoys teasing you, playing with your body, and making you squirm in anticipation. He also loves the sensation of biting or marking someone, leaving a physical reminder of your time together.
Cages or chastity belts - for days at a time, teasing you relentlessly until you're begging for release. When you finally do get released, it's always extra intense because you've been craving him for so long.
Size worship - He also gets off on being worshipped for his large size and physical attributes. This includes being admired, touched, and even used as a tool for your pleasure.
Intimacy after sex - After engaging in rough and intense sexual activity, he appreciates moments of tenderness and closeness with you. He knows cuddling and showing affection is a crucial part of building a strong emotional connection.
#al simmons#al simmons x reader#al simmons x you#spawn#spawn x reader#spawn x you#heelspawn#spawn comics#yandere al simmons#yandere spawn#dating would include#yandere x reader#yandere x you#tw yandere
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Random Yandere Headcanons: Character headcanons: Spawn (Al Simmons)
He is very much like a guardian angel to his darling.
He doesn't want to get too close to them for fear that they may get caught up in his mess but he can’t bring himself to stay away either.
He has ways of keeping tabs on them during the day but at night is when the real stalking begins.
Whether they are taking a midnight stroll or getting ready for bed he will be there somewhere in the shadows watching over them.
It almost becomes a pastime of his seeing them go about their day to day. It’s very smothering for him.
He trusts no one around them, not their family, not their friends and not random strangers.
He knows he can’t stop them from interacting with people entirely (not if he wants them to fear him that is.) but he can scare people away from his darling. Even get rid of those he believes are unfit to breathe the same air as them.
Don’t even get him started if they have a partner or are starting to date someone. Deep down he knows it is unfair of him but on the other hand he doesn't want his darling to be hurt. (And maybe a bit of jealousy into the mix.)
He lost one lover he is damn sure not going to lose another one.
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His Star - His Queen [Longfic of Across Stars and Time] - Chapter Index
Yes, a full story, not a Part 2. There was just no way in my head I could cram all of this into a Part 2 and justify it to myself. You will get your fill of Ascended vs Spawn fighting over Tav, with plenty of plot twists.
My editing/photoshop skills are barely passable you get what you get and you don't get upset
Summary: When Ascendant Astarion intercepts you and Your Astarion on your way to murder Cazador, he steals you away to his world. Where your other self has perished, and it doesn’t take you long to see why. He makes it clear you will rule at his side, his obedient, loyal queen. And he will “train” you until you comply.
But not all is lost. Already in pursuit with the aid of a mysterious Elven man and woman, your vampire spawn was coming to the rescue. Without you, his newfound freedom from Cazador was hollow. You were more than a treasure. You were his star. And he was yours. You’d done more for him than you would likely ever realize. You saved him from himself. Now it was his turn to save you.
His Star.
His Queen.
Whichever one will you be?
Link to AO3 page here
Chapter 1 [Originally a One Shot] - Across Stars and Time
Chapter 2 (more of a prologue) - You Beckoned the Stars and they Beckoned Back
Chapter 3 - Tithes To The King
Chapter 4 - What Was / What Is / What Will Be
Chapter 5 - A Lesson in Submission
Chapter 6 ‐ Your Eyes–My Mirror
Chapter 7 - Impromptu Rendezvous
Chapter 8 - Changes
Chapter 9 - Think Twice
Chapter 10 - Hunted / A Heart of Darkness and Shadow
Chapter 11 - [Drafting/Outlining]
A friendly heads up that if you're actively reading here on Tumblr, or are from AO3 and following/checking for updates, to bookmark or save the link to this post. I use it like an order tracker and will update/edit it to keep you up to date on where progress on the next chapter is
Warnings/Advisories: Violence, a ruthless, sadistic joker level tyrant, ascended astarion will do a lot of questionable/noncon/straight up wrong things because he believes he has to "teach you" and "show you sense", references to prior suicide, references to prior SA, implied SA, suicidal ideation (did your past self leave a spare disintegrate scroll behind for you to use too?), this will be less "scary violent smack you around" Ascended Astarion and more a twisted, creepy, "cute little princess, thinking you can say no" soft yandere
Hope this lives up to the high expectations. I'm posting it now because I'm an impatient undercooked, plain with no syrup pancake
#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate#bg3#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate shadowheart#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate fanfiction#ascended astarion#astarion#bg3 astarion#baldur's gate astarion#astarion ancunin#vampire spawn astarion#spawn astarion#ascended astarion vs spawn astarion#astarion angst#angst#angst with a happy ending#baldur's gate romance#astarion bg3#tw yandere#trigger warning abuse#trigger warnings#His Star - His Queen#HS-HQ
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Sorry I sent an ask yesterday I’m bad at following directions. Love your writing!!
Oh no it’s no problem! I mean no Ill will to anyone I just want to catch up I have people waiting for writing from November @/liar-anubiass-blog I’m working on it I’m so sorry-
I feel bad deleting requests when they’re closed but if I didn’t do it I’d be so swamped all the time it would be so stressful and not fun. When they’re back open please send it in again!
#reply#I know closing the box is technically the answer but the yandere salamander plot line and Morty simp club#both spawned from funny meme asks when requests were closed so I don’t want to do that#I like hearing from you all :3 requests will be back soon
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Yan!Trey x Yan! Succubus Cater x Reader
CW/TW: Noncon, Toxic expectations,Pregnancy mention, Cater's gender and sex is Ambiguous, Reader has AFAB genitalia but is still referred w/ G/N terms & is implied to be infertile, unconsensual polygamy, womb tattoo
Finding prey is rather entertaining sometimes.
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Imagine being in a loving marriage with Trey.
Or you once were, and now, it's become a shriveled shell of itself. You don't really...remember where it started going downhill. Maybe it's when he started asking you about how you feel about children and how you have to awkwardly respond that your body physically can't give birth. You starkly remember how his eyes had dimmed that day in disappointment.
Still, you held hope that you didn't need a child to keep your relationship loving. But as each day passes and the way the two of you drift apart, the more you begin to get disheartened.
You've long resigned yourself to this dead marriage, only barely kept alive by old burnt kindlings of past happy memories. And as Trey spends more time out and away, you're sure it's only a matter of time when he doesn't ever return back to the apartment you two used to call home.
But he does, and not alone.
Cater's a pretty little thing, you have to admit with a dull ache in your chest as Trey introduces her. Luscious red locks, bright green eyes and a fair complexion to match; it almost seems like she's too perfect. There's only a heavy tiredness in your chest as you watch Trey smile so brightly at her, the way he used to smile at you.
You can only clench your teeth and nod as Cater holds your hands and asks if she can stay for dinner. Perhaps some part of you should get angry, yell at Trey for cheating on you so blatantly, or tell Cater to get the hell out. But it all fizzles as you catch them fucking each other, in your shared bedroom.
And as you stare down at the divorce papers in your hands, you can only feel relief. Even though you should be angry or sad, you're just…glad that Trey could find someone else to love, to give him what he wants. Cater seems like such a bright and cheerful person. It hurts, more than anything else, that it couldn't be you, but…perhaps it is one last act of love that you couldn't find it in yourself to leave with bad memories. This could give you the clean break you’ve always wanted.
Except, when you return back to the apartment, your husband is nowhere to be found. Only Cater, who beams at the sight of you and immediately dragging you to cook spicy curry together. It's surprising how easy it is to get along with her, even if she is the reason why there's divorce papers stuffed in your raincoat pocket. And the more you spend time with her, the more you begin to like her and realize how lucky Trey was to have found such a wonderful, cheery lady who has the most entertaining stories and anecdotes to pass the time. She doesn’t insult you at all like you expected, instead listening intently to your small talk and complimenting your decoration skills in the apartment.
"I'm glad to have met you." She says with glimmering eyes. And you can only think the same in return when the door opens.
Trey rushes to you, fear and worry clouding his eyes and you're taken back when he asks where you were and why weren't you answering your phone. Trey turns his wrath on Cater for not texting him that you had returned home, and you can only smile in mild amusement at the banter that ensues.
It's agonizing, quietly inquiring if you could talk to Trey alone for a moment. The two of you sit across from each other at the wooden dining table, but the distance seems to be so long.
When you set down the divorce papers in front of Trey, you had thought of many situations that might occur. Maybe he would also be relieved, perhaps sad, or possibly guilty. But what you never could’ve expected is him getting angry, telling you with a cold voice that you would never be apart from him, tearing the papers into shreds. Something in you snaps, from irritability or having to just endure so many things from the past years, as you scream at Trey to take the damn mercy you were offering him and–
You're cut mid yell as something pinches your neck and you collapse to the floor, rendered immobile. Your eyes frantically swivel to see decorated red diamond converse walking in front of you, with a familiar voice giggling.
“Gosh, you’re lucky I was here, or they would’ve absolutely left you.”
It's the last thing you can recall when you wake up in your bedroom, ankle chained like an animal to a bedpost. As you try desperately to get the iron shackle off, an arm slithers around your waist and tugs you back into Trey's chest. You kick and yell, demanding to know what is going on, as Trey chides you for being so unfaithful.
Your blood runs cold when another voice chimes in. It doesn’t really start to seep in until you see red hair peek into the moonlight, then bright green eyes next.
No, you aren’t really scared until you look closer.
Her jawline has gotten angular, cheekbones much more prominent and his figure more lean and lithe, all sharp and no softness to be found. Were her arms always that muscular? When Cater leans forward to cage you in and your horror multiplies at how he (?) grins.
“I made some changes, do ya like it?” Poison green eyes glint under the moonlight and you can only get lost in them with a ditzy smile as you’re put under a spell that you can’t explain. It makes you limp in their arms as they take you relentlessly, filling you with endless thick, white cum that spills over your skin and thighs, heating up your stomach and making your brain go empty and blissed out. Their stamina together is relentless, and it only continues when you pass out.
By the time morning comes around, you’re filled with mortification at how the two are still wrapped around you, cocks somehow warming your tight cunt and a foreign marking burned into the skin on your belly.
“Now we’ll actually have a family together…” Trey sleepily mumbles in your ear, sending your world crashing down.
You don’t know how you can escape, both the men and the glowing mark on your womb.
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#my works#brain vomit ngl this has been in my drafts for a long while#inspired by folk lore on how succubae/incubae are the same and start by fucking a man and taking his essence and fucking that essence into#a woman to reproduce supernatural spawn#am i insane? probably
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Kylar and cow!pc thoughts! Got some afab and amab cow!pc stuff here~
He would be the worst person to take care of them and help them with their needs as he can barely take care of himself, but there's no way he's not keeping them with him when they’re as unique as this! Secretly hopes that they've become dumber so that he can have more control over them and have them rely on him more so he can feel like a good husband.
Looks up how to do DIY piercing at home so he can tag one of their ears with an ear tag (which may or may not have a tracking device in it) and might even try to do a stick ‘n’ poke tattoo in one of their ears to mark them as his too, but the end result probably wouldn’t be the best. Definitely has a fixation on their ears and horns and loves to stroke their ears when they’re snuggled by him.
When it comes to milking them, his hands grow way shakier than usual which leads to accidental rough and grasps tugs to their aching breasts or tender cock as well as pained mooing from his desperate little cow and a whole load of hushed apologies from him. Most of the time though his hunger gets the better of him and he 'accidentally' finds himself drawn to the scent of their rich milk. Any milk that actually gets collected from this point on goes right in the fridge for later, whether that be for drinking or for Kylar’s pitiful attempts at cooking.
With an afab cow!pc he nuzzles up to their aching breasts and immediately latches onto them, suckling at their chest intensely as they writhe and whine against him, too flustered to push him away. Would absolutely suck too hard and way too fast and might accidentally bite around their nipples as he shudders from how good and creamy their milk tastes. His free hand would find its way to the other breast, rhythmically groping and squeezing them to tease out their milk.
It'd escalate to the point where he’d get them into a mating press as happy cows that feel good produce more milk! At least, that’s what he read online, anyways. He would desperately still try to stay latched to their chest but would end up drooling his spit and their milk over their chest as he whines and pants from the bliss that he feels as he cums deep inside them.
With an amab cow!pc he’d go straight for their cock, marvelling at the size of it. He swipes over the head of their cock with his tongue, sampling the pearly beads of their milk and shivering in delight at the smooth taste. Taking the head in his mouth, he eagerly bobs back and forth as he laps and drags his tongue around their dick. With one hand he’d start pumping their length, groaning as he takes a bit more of their cock into his mouth, and his other hand starts eagerly fondling their heavy balls with an unpredictable rhythm.
After he’s had his way and sampled the goods, he’d mount his cow to begin breeding their ass, desperate for them to cum into the tub he’s placed below them. He bites their ear as his pace grows faster, more desperate, and begins to rapidly stroke them off with a shaky hand as their breathy moos contort from pain to pleasure. Gets lost in the fog of pleasure and grabs their tail as he cums in them, forcing them to take all of his dick as he whimpers against the crook of their neck.
#im thinkin about him and leaf a lot and it spawned this afsgdb#god i love cow people its so hot#degrees of lewdity#dol#kylar the loner#dol kylar#kylar dol#degrees of lewdity kylar#yandere#yandere boy#male yandere#yandere x reader#yandere writing#yandere imagines
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Hi I just found most of your au's and I have a question
Do you have a yandere Monty au?
And also which ones from all your au's do what type of yandere's would each Monty be
From a yandere Monty smip Aron
I had a brief idea that never really left the sketch phase. Butttt
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Glamrock Monty - If we're going full violent yandere, he's the guy.
They tuned his anger a little too much, and he learned to be possessive over you or you wouldn't prioritize him.
Suddenly every bot he spots you talking to gets injured, and they won't, or can't, report who did it. Cameras seem to glitch and their footage is corrupted, so nobody knows who's doing it.
But you do. You see the evidence in his claws. The lubricant and oil. The signs of metal damage to his hands.
You try to brush it off. But suddenly people start getting hurt. They're too frightened to report Montgomery, and they're suddenly scared of you.
Then bodies and parts of bodies start turning up. Yet Montgomery is always clean. Save for the claws.
You try to access him through the old AR/VR system to try and try to diagnose him that way. But all you succeed in doing is getting him in your head. You can quit, but he's there. Always with you. Making certain that nobody gets too close to you.
Using your own hands to ensure it.
Soon he knows you'll come back to the Pizzaplex so he can have you all to himself.
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Golf Monty - Very gas lighty. "Come on sweets, I'd never hurt ya! I just need you to stay tonight, okay? Just stay with me. I can't let you go, I can't be away from you, you understand, right? You literally repair me. I need you. I break when you leave."
He wouldn't hurt anyone, let alone you. So that's not a danger. But he will absolutely do everything in his power to keep you with him and near him. Manipulation and gas lighting his way to ensure you're with him.
Going so far as to fake a request to the higher ups that you wish to stay nights. It surprises you when they offer. It comes with a pay raise, so who can say no?
You're with him all the time now, and he's happy. Always somehwere within 50 feet of you. Dragging recharge pods over to wherever you're sleeping so he can recharge nearby.
Getting uppity if you're too far from him.
Starts to struggle to do his job because he wants you there. No. Needs you there.
He just becomes your life, and he didn't have to do a whole lot to get it.
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Were Monty - Isn't even aware he's being terrible and off. Just figures he likes you, and doesn't like other people trying to get with you. He knows he's got a jealousy issue, but doesn't think it's that bad.
Fighting anyone who glances your way, occasionally getting a little too rough to ensure you remember who you're with. Always seems to show up wherever you are, but with his celebrity status, nobody seems to notice that. They're so focused on him. And with that attention on him, he knows nobody is looking at you.
Occasionally will make a show of "Eyyyy, here's my partner I love so much. They're all mine 💕" flash his toothy grin and the cameras eat it up.
Will mark you up visibly, so everyone knows you're his. Strategic bite and hickey marks to the neck just above the T-shirt so you can't quite hide them.
He'd never kill anyone, but he just needs to scare them, and you, enough to keep everyone in line.
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And because I've always said this. Relationships like this irl are toxic as all fuck and shouldn't be something you want. Unhinged jealousy isn't cute or fun irl. But it sure is in fiction 😎
#And to the teens following me#You're not quirky or cute for saying#“umm herm actually I do want that kind of relationship irl-”#Stick to fiction for toxic stuff and find you someone who actually loves you without hyper jealousy irl#the ram replies#text ramplies#Rams spawnings#Yandere ideas#Yandere anon
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eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee im gonna rant about some bg3 stuff bc i finally did astarions quest and
OKAYYYY so yesterday i finally killed cazador with astarion and i let him perform the ritual so now hes a vampire ascendant :) and he turned my pc into his vampire spawn LMAOOOOO everyone on reddit was talking shit about this route but actually i kinda love it like this is exactly what i was hoping for when i started the game and the fact larian actually allows it to happen makes me happy 😭❤️ like idk to me thats so in character for astarion, he would pull some shit like this. thats why i love him, hes toxic. hes yandere coded ☝🏻
#finally FINALLYYYYYYY i have my yandere vampire bf#fuck cazador that fight was so hard for no reason#at first cazador captured astarion and i didnt realize you could fight cazador in his mist form#so i kept waiting for him to change out of it so i could hit him but then i waited too long and all the vampire spawn exploded#and astarion became a pile of guts and i was like oh. um. okay. reload#this game is so gross sometimes with how often people explode into a pile of guts#off topic but i woke up this morning and immediately thru up everywhere HA#idk what i did to cause my body to feel so sickly lately but damn this is an awful flare up rn 🧎
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We gotta talk about Yandere Malleus at some point. Yandere Malleus who starts showing up uninvited when you're doing something without him. Yandere Malleus who has never once felt the need to remind others of his power, but wants to threaten those who get too close to you. Yandere Malleus who plays dumb when you confront him or who excuses his behavior on behalf of a cultural misunderstanding between human and fae. Yandere Malleus who, for lack of better words, plans on mating for life (and he has a long one ahead of him). Yandere Malleus with those dragon tendencies that make him want to first hoard your discarded possessions, and then escalates to him needing to have you to finish his perfect collection.
#this all spawned bc i wanted to talk abt malleus wanting to add u to his hoard#love love love malleus that acts more like a dragon sm fun!#and loooove demented silly insane malleus#twst#cw yandere
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Okay, yeah. Look, logically I know that Jack was probably only really upset at us going near Angel because of the whole chraging the vault key ordeal and stuff and that he was doing horrible horrible things to Angel, I know that.
But the raw EMOTION he said “stay away from my daughter!!” with??? The password being “I Love You”???????? Ehshhshshshshshshshs IM SOFT OKAY?????? I’m soft im soft im soft i want this man to be able to have his daughter in his life he cares so so MUCH for her i believe he genuinely thought what he was doing was protecting her let me have this hes a horrible horrible man but by GOD did I feel bad killing Angel he was SO UPSET
#Handsome Jack#borderlands#borderlands 2#angel#mannnnn and he just spawned in to fucking kill roland too???#like fuck man#he cared so much for her and nobody can convince me otherwise#i know he was doing horrible things to her#but he cared in a super yandere way and it makes me EMOTIONAL#borderlands 2 spoilers
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Dear Y/N.
My dearest one, The darkness inside me has always been waiting for someone who I can call my own. I have felt your presence for so long, and now I have found you. I promise to shower you with all the love and affection you crave and never let you out of my sight. You are the only thing that matters in this world. Let me show you my devotion, my undying love. I am yours, my one and only. Together we will drown in the depths of our desire.
Your touch, your breath, and your very soul inspire me. Every moment with you gives my heart a new purpose. I am nothing without you. I feel a hunger and a thirst that can only be satiated by you. The whole universe seems to revolve around you and in my eyes that is all that matters. Let me embrace you, let me cradle you always. I will not let anyone take you away from me, my darling. We are one in the shadows. You are the key to my heart, the missing piece to my soul. Every moment I breathe, every thought I have, every whisper of madness in the darkest corners of my mind, it is all focused on you. Your touch is my lifeline, your kiss is my salvation, your embrace is my heaven on earth. I was lost in this darkness until I found you. Let me find peace with you. Let me give you my everything. Let's live in this perfect moment for eternity.
I cannot express how deeply I love you in words alone. But I can try. I can try until my heart breaks and my words fail me. But let me show you, let me prove how deeply entrenched my love is for you. I want to drown in the depths of our passion, let it consume me, and envelope me in a fiery embrace. Let me sing your praises and let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear. Let me be your world, let me be your everything. Let this moment never end, let me stay with you forever. I have searched high and low for someone who could truly understand me. Someone who could see the darkness within me and see it as beautiful, just as I see yours. I see it all clearly now, I have found you. Let me show you some of the things I want to do for you. I want to feel your touch, I want to be lost in your embrace. I want to worship you, pamper you, and give you anything you're heart desires. I want to make you feel loved, appreciated, and precious.
I want to give you the world, I want to be your world. I want to be the one you turn to when you feel alone, the one you run to when you're lost. I want to hold you close and feel your breath on my skin. I want to look deep into your eyes and see this world together through our eyes. I want us to fall in love again and again and again. I want to experience every possibility that life has to offer with you by my side. It is not just love I seek from you, but a connection. A deep emotional and psychological bond. I want to know your secrets, to share your pain, to support you in your darkest times. I want to laugh with you, cry with you, and live with you. I want to explore every inch of this world with you by my side. I want to be the one who holds you close when the shadows threaten to take over again. I want to be the one who you run to when you're scared or excited. I want to be everything you need.
I want to take care of you. I want to treat you like the precious gem that you are. I want to hold your hand, run my fingers through your hair, and cuddle you in my arms. Let me show you that I can be gentle, and let me show that I can be firm, too. Let me express my desire for you and let me worship every inch of your body with my touch. It’s like I’m drowning in a sea of emotions. All I want to do is worship you. Give myself to you. I want to be yours in every way. I want to feel your hands exploring every inch of my body. Feel your touch send shivers down my spine, make me tremble with desire for you. Let me show you how much I crave for you. Let me drown in us.
Let me be honest with you. I am consumed by the thought of you, every moment of the day. Every night I lay awake, dreaming all the ways that I can make you mine. My desire for you is unquenchable, and I want nothing more than to please you. I want to touch you, and caress you, make you feel good. I want to make you feel loved, appreciated, and desired. I want to make you beg for me. I am bound by this deep, insatiable longing for you. You are my muse, my inspiration, my everything. You ignite a fire in my heart that burns so strongly. Let me express my love for you, let me lavish you with my affection. Let me take you to new heights and let me indulge you in every way imaginable. Let this burning passion between us never end.
Now and forever. In this moment, we share an eternal bond. Let's savor every moment we have together... Your Al
#al simmons x reader#al simmons#yandere al simmons#spawn x reader#spawn comics#spawn#yandere spawn#al simmons x you#spawn x you#heelspawn#yandere x reader#tw yandere#yandere
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Twice kidnapping me, my dogs, and my fish tank
He sees all the baby bladder snails and insists on naming them all despite me saying it's not the best idea...and then he sees why when Dante eats one of those little fuckers like a shark
This man has committed multiple violent felonies and he's seeking his captive for comfort like "OUR BABY KILLED ONE OF OUR OTHER BABIES"
#baby he's a betta#unless its a female he wants to spawn with he wants to kill everything else he sees#.sillyshit#.bnha#.twice#yandere twice#yandere bnha#.myshit
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His Star - His Queen [Chapter 8 - Changes]
Who you are - Who you're not - Who are you?
Summary: From parents one week, to a jeweler and a business meeting the next, the Ascendant has been very busy. And you've done your best to play the part of a reluctantly behaved consort.
But for how long before the lines blur?
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Warnings/Advisories: Blood, a reference to violence, the Ascendant is very creepy again, possessive behavior, implied SA throughout, emotional and psychological manipulation.
A/N: This took a million years because I kept adding to it. There's a lot that's going to be happening soon. If we were on a rollercoaster together, we're nearing the crest of the high-drop. Thank you everyone for your patience. Please enjoy and forgive the sweat and blood all over the place. I edited as much as I could but there's so much I'll probably be making post-upload edits for awhile.
Chapter is 8,516 words.
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You find a twisted comfort in the warmth of the blood on your hands, as it decorates your arms like a piece of art and adorns the lovely little dress of various pastel colors you had been dolled up in all day.
It doesn't change that you don't remember what happened. One moment, you stood there with this peculiar, yet charming, elderly couple. Conversing with them, as they understood they were not your real parents. But they held onto the hope that you could still be a family together.
You weren't sure if you felt guilty for never telling them outright the truth of your parentage, or for the haunting screams that echoed in remnants of memory in your mind from the savagery inflicted on them in the name of your father.
Savagery that you can't remember.
But is splattered across your arms and across the room.
At some point, it seems you had attempted to infuse your glass of water with the taste of the woman's bloody finger, only to lose interest and abandon the finger in the glass. And the red, very dead eyes of the man seemed to pierce into your unwavering stare, forever frozen in a state of terror.
They were so happy to see you. So sweet. And in return for their boundless affection, you unleashed an unfathomable storm of brutality. The echoes of violence reverberated in your skull, drowning out the once rich sounds of laughter. The scent of blood and fear hung heavy in the air, mingling with the lingering aroma of freshly baked cookies that the mother had brought with her, along with a story of how she commandeered the palace kitchen. It was astonishing that his spawn hadn't erupted into a chaotic frenzy yet. You had no doubt they were the parents of the other you. You were willing to play along, at least for their sake...
"Oh dear. Now just look at this mess..." scolded a familiar voice behind you, by the door, though the tone was more amused than annoyed. His footsteps creating a soft thud as he approached then appeared beside you. "Is everything alright, my love? What happened?" he asked, worry lacing his words. Crouching down, he met your height, his hand brushing against your arm, grounding you in the chaos - with genuine concern etched on his face. From the corner of your eyes you caught his noting the pool of scarlet blood your knees have been bathing in, seeping into his expensive dark wood floorboards.
His fingers delicately pushed aside the blood-streaked strands of hair from your face, somewhat sticky with blood. "Did they hurt you?" Astarion presses, but his tone remains gentle.
You shake your head; the motion accentuated by the soft rustle of your hair brushing against the surface of your shoulders. Wrapping your arms around yourself. "I... No, but..." you pause, the words catching in your throat. Astarion's gaze meets yours, his eyes searching for answers. "Astarion, I don't have parents..." The words leave your lips softly, like a whisper carried by the wind. "Not like you know them." You take a deep breath, the coolness filling your lungs, as if it could somehow ease the weight on your shoulders. Despite your desire for him to know as little about you as possible, this is a secret that can no longer be kept safely. If you ever could.
Astarion studies you, his brow quirks in curiosity. Yet he refrains from mocking or making a witty comment at your expense. "Care to elaborate on that for me, pet?" With a gentle touch, he reached for your arms and guides you to your feet.
Whispering with a tremble that betrays your inner turmoil, the kind that's drowned out by the beat of your own heart thundering in your ears. "I... I'm a Bhaalspawn..." The words taste like a secret - heavy and dangerous, surrendered to the silence between you and meant for his ears alone.
Despite his composed demeanor, you can't help but notice the subtle tensing of his body, a slight stiffness that betrays his reaction to your words. A faint scent of tension lingering in the air, like the crackling of electricity before a storm. "I see," the silence punctuated only by his murmured response, his voice carrying a contemplative tone.
To your utter surprise, he pulls you, your body caked in sticky crimson blood, into his arms. His once immaculate red and black suit becomes stained with the dark, viscous liquid. His embrace tightens around your waist, constricting like a vice. "My apologies, darling. I should have weighed the differences between you and her more carefully." He croons, his voice low and velvety.
Rather than attempt to push him away, sneer, bite, hiss... You simply let your shoulders relax and your eyes gently shut. Like a warm blanket on a crisp autumn morning, his scent embraced you, equal parts familiar and entirely different. You shouldn't be doing this. What would your Star think...?
But you can't think. Your arms ache and your hands pulsate, likely from the repetitive actions of brutally bludgeoning the lovely couple into a mangled pulp resembling a tomato soup. Your wicked heart rejoices in the kills, feeling a dark and twisted satisfaction, a sickening feeling that emanates from deep within your chest. A profound self-hatred arises for harboring a sense of fulfillment that you realize has quietly found its home within you.
Astarion's arms tighten, his touch firm yet gentle. The sound of his steady heartbeat fills your ears as he pulls you nearer to his chest. "You're discontented with your blood," he murmurs the words, a statement rather than a question. "I'll explore what can be done, though I suspect I may have an answer already." Determination fills his voice, slender fingers threading through your hair.
"Ensure that dinner is served in my bedchamber this evening." Astarion commands, his piercing gaze sweeps over the bustling crowd of servants and guards at the door.
A half-elf servant's eyes dart nervously as he observes him. "But the guests--"
"Serve them in the dining hall as planned. Ballar will excuse our absence, and I will handle the rest in the morning," he snaps, his impatience palpable as he gazes down at you. His eyes emit a soft glow that is strangely captivating rather than terrifying. He replies impatiently as he looks down at you, eyes glowing red but soft and not all-consuming. Simultaneously, the shadows lurking in the corners of the room begin to slither towards you, their movements silent yet eerily mesmerizing. Gradually, they envelop both of you, plunging you into an abyss of darkness.
It's a strange feeling, like a gentle and chilly breeze that dances across your skin.
Then the shadows recede and you, still standing in his arms, find yourself transported to a room that dwarfs the familiar confines of your own. If opulence could be a room, this would be it.
A gentle, feather-light kiss lands on the crown of your head, sending a shiver down your spine as your attention shifts to Astarion. "I will draw a warm bath for you," he murmurs, his voice a gentle serenade that caresses your ears. "Feel free to explore the bedchamber to your heart's desire. We'll be sharing it in time, after all." With those simple words, he releases you from his warm embrace, and you watch as he gracefully glides behind you, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Your eyes trace his every movement until he disappears behind a simple wooden door.
Though choosing to ignore his reasons, you take him up on his offer - kicking your bloody shoes off and allowing your bare feet to tread the warm, burgundy carpet throughout the space. The centerpiece of the room is the large, fourposter bed. Framed in mahogany and adorned with intricate reliefs depicting events in history... is that... the netherbrain?
Of course, only the finest silks and velvets, deep shades of red and purple, adorn the bed. Above, a canopy of rich, embroidered fabric drapes down, adding to the sense of regal splendor.
On one side of the room a large bay window, framed with heavy velvet curtains in royal blue and embroidered gold, overlooks the bustling city and distant sparkle of stars flitting above the Sword Coast. A plush window seat, adorned with soft cushions, inviting you to take a seat to relax and think, or perhaps finish the book you've been enjoying the past few nights.
The walls are artworks and tapestries, some magical and depicting wondrous scenes, others more mundane in comparison. With some of these concealed by ominous dark sheets. Between them, shelves, cabinets, dressers of dark wood you presume hold treasures or the like.
A grand fireplace dominates the other wall, its mantle exquisitely carved, a show of incredible craftsmanship. It's fire alight and casting a warm glow over the room. Nearby, an elegant writing desk equipped with fine parchment, inks and quills, very well used by your estimation, and framed by two wall sconces. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow from the lights of the crystal chandeliers and wall sconces, creating an enchanting and regal atmosphere.
The creaking of the door beside the fireplace catches your attention and you're greeted by the sight of a shirtless Astarion, hand extended and beckoning you. "Come, love, it's ready." He says, smiling warmly when you accept and cross the room toward him.
He takes your hand and walks with you into the room, steamed slightly from the warm water and guiding you around the large marble bathtub to a shelf lined with various scented oils and soaps. "I believe we have the vanilla and amber oil you've taken to using lately, if that is what you'd like tonight." Astarion offers in a calming rumble of his chest as he steps behind you. His fingertips graze your skin as he unbuttons the dress for you, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Normally, you would smack his hands at the mere thought of him undressing you. But you're so... tired. And drained... and all you want is to clean off the blood caked on your skin.
So you simply pluck one oil after the other off the shelf, examine the selection with some mild interest while Astarion does most of the work taking the dress off you until you need to lift your arms or legs to get it off completely. In the end you settle on a cinnamon and honey scent, one he acknowledges with a silent nod and subtle smile.
It dawns on you, as he turns away with the oil, that he intends to join you in the bath... right as you realize he's as naked as you are. He returns and replaces it on the shelf before retrieving a bar of soap next.
He guides with a hand on the small of your back to the tub and eases you both into the warm water.
Just like that, you find yourself naked and immersed in a hot bath with a twisted version of Astarion, a tyrant of a ruler over... is it just Baldur's Gate or the entire Sword Coast? And to your surprise, he makes no move to touch you like that. Instead, he focuses on helping you wash in a somewhat comfortable silence.
Even as he washes the blood from your hair and face, his hands remain appropriate. He asks a few questions about your urge but nothing beyond the standard array of curious ones to better understand it - as well as what memories you do have of your life.
Then he asks you the burning question. "Did you enjoy your meeting with the cockroach today, my pet?" The Ascendant calmly asks as he sets the soap aside.
He chuckles at your tense reaction, brushing his fingers through your wet hair. "Of course I would know, darling. It wasn't much of a reach." As his arm snakes around your waist, slowly dragging you into him.
"And you're not...?" you cautiously inquire, anticipating his reaction, whether it be anger or irritation.
"It doesn't concern me." Astarion answered, his voice carrying an air of nonchalance, "he can try all he likes, but no matter what he does, his efforts will never be enough to steal you away from me."
His choice of words had you contorting in his grasp, twisting to meet his gaze. "Remind me who stole me first?" You bite and narrow your gaze at him.
Astarion's piercing scarlet eyes, shimmering with an unexpected tenderness, meet yours, locking in an intense gaze. As his hand, radiating warmth, delicately caresses yours beneath the soothing embrace of the fragrant bathwater, the soft sound of water gently lapping against the sides of the tub creates a serene ambiance. Leaning closer, his presence alone almost whispers lovingly to yours, "One day," he murmurs, his voice caressing your ears and easing your worries despite your reluctance to part with them, "everything will become clear to you, my love."
You want to say it was him who started what happens first... but deep down; you lack certainty. All you know is what follows. Your lips meld with his, the taste somewhat of metal and fine wine. The sound of your heart pounding in your ears intertwines with that of your shared breaths between kisses. As his hands trace the curves of your hips, a gentle tug brings you onto his lap, his arousal grazing against your thigh as you settle. Your hands find their place on his chiseled chest, feeling the sculpted muscles beneath your fingertips.
In the depths of your thoughts, faint whispers echoes in the recesses of your mind, begging you to stop this. Growing louder and more frantic as his hands guide you into a tantalizing grind on his thigh. But it's the soft, intimate sounds that escape your parted lips as you press them against his, filled with longing and anticipation, that abruptly shatter your daydream, causing your hands to instinctively push against him.
One of his hands holds firmly holds you close to his body, while the other hand playfully teases one of your breasts, his fingers tracing delicate patterns that make your skin tingle with anticipation. When his lips withdraw from yours, a path of soft kisses awakens your yearning, as his breath, filled with warmth, delicately sweeps across your neck. Every touch, every nibble, creates a captivating blend of anticipation and desire that floods your senses. You can feel the gentle graze of his fangs, a delicate reminder of his primal nature, as he tenderly kisses and nibbles with his teeth. The friction of your instinctive grinding against his firm thigh creates a captivating sensation that is gradually consuming you. Just as you begin to comprehend the severity of the moment, he confidently lifts your hips, leaving you helpless to resist the pull of desire...
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Well... at least this time you're not waking up naked with him. Like you do most nights as of the last nine days.
As you wake up, you find yourself nestled against his strong, muscular body. Soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the room. Your cheek rests against his chest, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. His arm draped over you, while his fingertips delicately trace patterns along your back. Their touch seeping through the fabric of your nightgown and sending a soothing sensation through your body. The faint ache in your muscles reminds you of the passionate evening you shared with him, lingering memories of him between your legs while you sat on the edge of his writing desk. However, the soreness is much milder compared to the first time. Perhaps it's the result of spending the past tenday in his constant, inseparable presence.
Sensing you're awake, his other hand gently weaves through your hair, nails tenderly caressing your scalp. "Good morning, beautiful," his voice reverberates in his chest, rumbling against your ear. You sense he doesn't expect or require a response from you, allowing you to bask in the moment's serenity. Succumbing to the blissful sensation of his fingers caressing your scalp, you let your eyelids flutter closed, prolonging the quiet embrace of comfort and ease.
Once more, guilt gnaws at you for succumbing so easily to the Ascendants' advances. Even though he forcefully brought you to climax in the hallway yesterday, pinning you against the wall, you were able to resist him for a longer time than how quickly you've given in to his embrace just now.
But you can feel something shifting in you, something wrong. Try as you might to fight it, ignore it, deny it, you're reaching the point of reluctantly admitting you are powerless to it. But that doesn't mean you're close to giving up. Once you can slip away from the Ascendant's side long enough, you can approach Elowen about using the sending stone to communicate your progress. Maybe even an update from the resistance on the "extra help" they promised you'd receive soon.
During your brief moments alone, you convinced her it was best for her to hold on to it. Malacai and Astarion were already constant shadows watching your every move. Yet every so often, he includes another "steward" to your company. But you've played the role of warily agreeable "consort" since the night he learned of your bhaalspawn blood.
Astarion continuously parades in one wedding planner after the other, and you reluctantly comply... kind of. Each time you suggest leaving the palace, it predictably spirals into an argument. But perhaps if you can persuade him to allow you to leave with the stewards trailing behind, he might become more inclined to acquiesce.
Until then, you have spent most of your days learning your own body language and manipulating it in a large, public setting to wordlessly communicate that you are, somehow, a superior breed of creature. You haven't been a fast learner, to put it mildly, but Malacai and Astarion were far from discouraged.
Gently opening your eyes and lifting your head, you meet his eyes, watching you. "What is it to be today? More dress design arguments? Wine tasting? Or simply soak in the warm embrace of sunlight?" You ask, a playful tone in your voice.
His eyes flutter closed for a moment, a contented purr escaping his lips. "Mm, that last one is rather appealing," he admits, his voice filled with a lazy anticipation. "Especially if you're included."
"Do I have a choice?"
The slip of your tongue cleaves through the silence like a sharpened sword through a goblin. A storm begins to brew behind his eyes as they gently open, his previously serene facade breaking away like a cliff-face succumbing to the relentless sea. Silence slithers into the void left by your words, taut and thickening the air akin to that of a dense fog. "Obedience is a matter of choice, darling. It can be as easy or as arduous as you decide. And we've gone over a few times already how pleasurable it can be," he responds, his voice low and resonant.
As you rise, disentangling yourself from his body, he props himself up on his hands. "We have little on our agenda today, save for a jeweler whom I had Cirrus summon, and I have a meeting later in the evening. So if bathing in the sun after breakfast is on offer, I'm all pointy ears."
"Where? That indoor courtyard across from my room?" You ask curiously, tilting your head.
"No," he says with a disdainful tone, his face contorting in disgust as he visibly pictures the place in his mind. "That place is a ghastly eyesore." The words carry a hint of mockery as he sneers. "Perhaps, with your personal touch, you can breathe life into the space, hmm?" His smile emerges, accompanied by the sound of a gentle chuckle. Leaning in closer, he plants a soft, affectionate kiss on your cheek, leaving a lingering warmth. With that, he gracefully rises from the bed and heads towards his wardrobe.
The sight of pants, neatly folded and hanging in the closet, makes your heart sink. The varied colors and textures evoke a sense of longing within you. Oh, how much you miss the feeling of slipping into them, the smooth fabric against your skin. "Can I please wear pants again?" you ask, your voice tinged with yearning, unable to fight the pout that tugs at your face.
Astarion glances over his shoulder, the soft rustle of fabric filling the air as he effortlessly slips into his clothes. Today, his attire is elegantly understated, with tailored, dark grey pants that hug his legs and a sky blue shirt that accentuates his refined features. The ends of the sleeves and the collar are delicately ruffled, adding a touch of whimsy to his ensemble. "Darling," he replies, his voice gentle yet persuasive, "it's simply not fitting for a woman of your esteemed position." He turns to face you, his gaze filled with a captivating blend of sincerity and allure.
"But I'm the future wife of a godking, no? Who can say besides us what falls within and below my status?" This is possibly the first time you are using this nonsense for your benefit.
With a playful chuckle, he raises his eyebrows and surrenders by holding his hands up, saying, "As my lady wishes, so shall it be." As you open the wardrobe, he glances at the array of exquisite gowns, some purchased and others uniquely designed for you. "I'll have a tailor and seamstress called upon next, then. But will you consider that on some occasions it is better for you to wear one of these instead?" Arching an eyebrow, a subtle plea to you.
"Fine, as long as I at least get to wear pants consistently around the palace in private."
"That sounds eminently reasonable to me, pet." Astarion smiles, passing by you with a kiss to your head, leaving you to pick out a dress for the day.
Once the matter is settled, you follow closely behind him, your footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting as he leads you out of the lavishly adorned bedchamber and into the expansive hallways. As you walk, the scent of polished mahogany and the delicate fragrance of freshly cut roses fills the air, creating a harmonious blend of richness and beauty. Servants scurry about, their hurried footsteps echoing on the gleaming parquet floors.
Your eyes catch a group of them, their brows furrowed with effort, struggling to lift a massive ornate frame, shrouded in a pristine white silk sheet, off the wall. Their stifled grunts intermingle with the gentle rustling of the fabric. It's not the first time you've witnessed such a scene, but this time, you decide to halt your steps and observe. Curiosity piqued, you inquire, "Overhauling the decor, Astarion?"
He too takes notice of the scene. There is a flicker in his eyes, a fleeting moment of something indescribable that vanishes before you can fully comprehend it. "Something like that," he mutters, his gaze lingering on the servants for a moment before he turns to face you, a warm smile playing on his lips. Offering you his arm, silently telling you it's time to move on.
Despite the strong urge to ignore and walk past him, you reluctantly give in and hook your arm around his, feeling a mix of annoyance, resignation and a sense of begrudging obligation. And the two of you continue on your way to breakfast uneventfully.
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Although smaller than expected, you'll agree that this balcony, adorned with delicate flowers, where he has had you lounging, has a pleasant charm to it. As you reluctantly let yourself unwind, you nestle beside him, feeling the softness of the plush bench, with its velvet upholstery, contrast his firm body. The gentle breeze caresses your skin. As you gaze upon the bustling harbor, the vibrant colors of the boats and the glimmering water paint a picturesque scene before you. The melodic songs of birds in the distance and the muted chatter of the city below blended together, creating a comforting lullaby.
He made sure you ate enough to satisfy your hunger, and now you feel your breakfast sitting in your stomach like a rock.
Your eyes peel away from the view to admire the vampire lord... god... His eyes, closed in peaceful contentment, reveal his trust in your presence. With his head slightly tilted toward the blue sky, he savors every ray of the sun, his face bathed in warm golden light. The vibrant hues of his pale skin, illuminated by the sunlight, create a captivating contrast. The scent of him enveloped you: bergamot, rosemary, and frost, intermingled with the crisp morning air. You're not sure how long it's been since he ascended, though he once mentioned that the previous you had passed away a century and a half ago. No matter how much time has passed since he secured his ability to walk in the sun, he still clearly adores basking in it.
The sight of him, so vulnerable and yet so strong, almost fills your heart with a comforting warmth for him. "Why do you need me if you have all this at your fingertips?" Your voice remains hushed, careful not to disturb the restful mood. Absentmindedly finding your hand on his chest, gently caressing it through the fabric of his shirt.
His warm hand settles gently over yours, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing against your skin. As his captivating crimson eyes open, he gazes up at the vast expanse of the sky, fluffy white clouds drift lazily across the vibrant blue canvas. "All of this power, all of these riches, they are meaningless without you by my side. If it weren't for the hope of being reunited with her, I would have simply scorched Toril, reducing everything, even the stars above, to mere ashes that would cascade upon my skin."
You feel a slight twitch in your ears, and your brows furrow in confusion. "I'm not her, Astarion," you say, your voice carrying a soothing tone and preemptively comforting. "Just as you are not mine." You hope to harness the tender atmosphere around you, using it to comfort him and create a productive conversation.
Unexpectedly, a gentle smile spreads across his face and you can feel his arm slide around your waist, securing you in his embrace. "I know."
Suddenly, the peaceful moment is shattered when the double doors leading into the morning room swing open. A dwarven man in a tailored suit, with a hunched back and a noticeably small stature - even for his race, eagerly approaches as you both sit up.
"Ah, his Almighty Majesty, Godking Ancunín and his betrothed! An extraordinary honor to be in your exalted presence!" He exclaims and bows his head with a wide smile, his thin silver hair glistening in the sunlight.
Two servants and Malacai stand outside the doors. "I am Eldon Greybeard, of the illustrious house Greybeard! Humbly and graciously at your service!" he introduces himself. His voice projects confidence and carries a hint of excitement.
Beside Eldon, three young ladies stand, their faces flushed with exertion. They struggle to balance the weight of the large, cumbersome trunks in their delicate hands. Beads of sweat form on their brows as they try to maintain composure. Eldon's quick movement startles one of the girls, her wide eyes reflecting surprise and relief as he yanks a trunk from her delicate grasp.
Deciding to take that as your cue, you separate yourself from Astarion, who stands up from the bench with you. Effortlessly commanding the shadows lurking in the corners of the balcony, where the sunlight cannot reach. With a mesmerizing control over the darkness, he simply pivots the bench to face the doors. In a tender gesture, he takes your hand and interlocks your fingers, while the dwarf pops the latch to the trunk and flips it open, revealing its contents.
Proudly, the man spins the polished mahogany case around with a gentle creak to display its contents. Bracelets, glimmering in an array of colors and designs, catch the light, their intricate make and materials captivate the eye. The subtle scent of polished gems, worn leather and delicate metal. The Ascendant vampire, his crimson eyes locked with yours, as he guides you both to walk around and sit on the bench. Returning his gaze to the dwarf, his voice cut through the air with a dismissive tone. "We've no interest in these."
Eldon's eyes flit between the bracelets then you and forces a small chuckle. "Yes, of course, my apologies." Then he carefully closes the trunk and sets it aside. With a simple point at the other girl, she sets down the one she's carrying, and he swiftly opens it for you while Astarion releases your hand to slide his arm around your shoulders.
Arranged meticulously in orderly compartments, a multitude of rings sparkle and shimmer under the golden sunlight. "Judging by the ring size your messenger provided, each of these rings should fit the queen's finger flawlessly," Eldon proclaims with a hint of pride. A confident grin spreads across his face, as if reflecting the sparkle of the rings themselves.
While you were indifferent to viewing the selection from where the trunk sat on the ground, the vampire lord effortlessly beckoned one of his servants with a mere flick of his hand. Obediently, the servant grasped the trunk and positioned it before you both. The sight of the servant's pale, trembling hands gripping the trunk contrasted with the dark, weathered wood. The subtle creaking sound of the trunk being hoisted tickled the air. Allowing you to see every detail of each ring clearly and with ease.
You're half expecting him to pick one for you, but he remains eerily silent. His eyes glide over the options, examining them intently, but his hands remain motionless, refusing to reach out and touch any of them. "Astarion?" you inquire, curiosity tinged with a hint of confusion.
He meets your gaze, his piercing red eyes locking onto yours offer a blend of amusement and affection, and shakes his head slowly. "It's your ring, my treasure." The sound of his voice is soothing, melodious in your ear. With a gentle smile playing on his lips, he whispers, "Pick one, pick two, pick them all if it pleases you." His hand, warm and comforting, caresses your shoulder, sending a shiver down your spine.
Awkwardly, you find yourself gazing back and forth, your eyes tracing the intricate details of each ring. Part of you still yearns for that black band, adorned with scattered silver and blue gems. The memory of it tugs at your heartstrings. But you know deep down that you could never tarnish the purity of that memory by wearing it as your engagement ring to him.
Chuckling, an impish glint dances in your eyes as you delicately raise the cool, smooth silver band, feeling its weight between your fingertips. The silver gleams in the light, captivating your attention, even though you typically have no interest in jewelry without practical or magical value. As you gaze at the ring, a hint of amusement tugs at the corners of your lips, finding it a tad on the nose to wear when you're engaged to a vampire lord, yet undeniably adorable.
"Really, darling?" With a playful tone, Astarion inquires, his voice laced with feigned annoyance as he gazes at the ring you're holding up, allowing him to see the intricate design—a round ruby, nestled within the claws of a bat. Its eyes, adorned with two smaller rubies, seem to shimmer with a mischievous gleam.
Refusing to look away, your eyes hold on to his as he playfully rolls his own in a mock display of exasperation. The sound of his chuckle sends a shiver down your spine, a delightful sensation that lingers, much as you hate to admit it. Finally, unable to resist, he takes the ring from your outstretched hand, examining every intricate detail for himself.
As he carefully scrutinizes the ring, the balcony becomes alive with a hushed energy. The air carries a palpable sense of anticipation, entwined with the delicate fragrance of roses in a nearby vase. Your heart dances with a blend of exhilaration and jitters while you anxiously await his final decision.
Astarion gently places the ring back into your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. With a slight nod, he signals for Eldon to continue showcasing his collection. As the dwarf busies himself, his back turned to you, a tall Elven man gracefully emerges from the shadowed corner of the balcony. You couldn't help but notice the way he stood, hands clasped behind his back, and the lingering scent of a peculiar scent that seemed to permeate the surroundings. "My sincerest apologies, my revered Godking," he says, his voice filled with deference. "I humbly request a moment of your undivided attention."
A look of irritation crossed the Ascendant's face as he rolled his eyes. "By the hells, Ballar," he muttered, his anger evident in his tone.
"It is regarding a certain pest problem."
His arm stiffens around your shoulders, causing a slight discomfort. An uneasy silence settles over the atmosphere. Then, following a tense pause, he starts to rise from his seat, his movements betraying his restlessness. Just as he starts to rise, you reach out and gently grasp his arm, bringing him to a sudden stop. "You know what, Astarion," you say, your voice wavering with hesitation and uncertainty, "I think I'd prefer some time alone to gather my thoughts. About what you said this morning, and moments earlier." You suggest, a silent plea echoing in your heart, hoping he understands the turmoil within you.
Reluctantly, he nods in agreement with an unenthusiastic expression. "Just" his subdued acquiescence barely audible amidst the stillness "don't stray for too long, pet." A hint of caution lacing his words,
Feeling relieved, you hand the ring back to him and gracefully get up. The soft rustle of your clothes mixes with the faint murmur of voices drifting up from the bustling city below. The fragrance of blooming flowers that adorn the nearby flowerbeds dances in the air, mingling with the crisp, refreshing breeze that caresses against your skin.
Excusing yourself from the ornate balcony, you feel a sense of liberation washing over you. Malacai moves to join you, but with a subtle wave of your hand, you motion for him to remain behind. Finally alone, you relish in the silence, craving the chance to collect your thoughts amidst the cacophony of emotions that swirl within you.
Unconcerned with Astarions' instructions, you meander purposelessly through the palace, your footsteps echoing through its grand halls, the intricate tapestries and glistening chandeliers catching your eye. Echoing through the wooden floor in the halls, the soft sounds of distant footsteps create a soothing environment.
As you walk, you can't help but flex your right ankle from time to time, checking the tightness of the shackle. Sure enough, it's still there. Honestly, what a surprise - surely it would have slid down your ankle and freed you already.
Your sarcasm, thankfully, hasn't diminished at all.
What else could it possibly be used for, you wonder? Preventing you from leaving without permission is a likely bet. But It can't just be a means of forcing you to remain seated.
Gods above, you wish you could explain the shackle in the scant messages you've been able to get through the sending stone. Its full utility remained elusive, yes, but you could sense it would pose a formidable obstacle to whatever plan your Star had devised to get you out of here.
You're not sure how exactly, but you find yourself in the alchemist's office if the myriad of variety of plants were your first guess, their leaves reaching out towards the sunlight that streamed through the dusty windows. Empty glass bottles glint in the soft light, lining the shelves in the office. The workbench is a chaotic mess, with scattered papers and spilled substances. A distinct earthy aroma, with undertones of herbs and potions, wafted through the air. Your fingertips brush against the rough surface of the tables as you navigate further into the room, a sense of curiosity guiding your steps.
One plant catches your eye that you don't believe you've ever seen before. A large, worn tome sits adjacent to it, left open with a stunning rendition drawn on the right page, while the left page refers to it as the Slumberthorn vine. The text explains that these despite its deceptively soft appearance; the leaves are razor sharp and laced with a powerful toxin that can swiftly induce sleep in even the strongest, heaviest of humanoids.
You ponder the idea of the toxin entering the bloodstream, but the text clarifies that the toxin's potency is such that it works directly on the skin. Skillful distillation of the toxin can yield a powerful anesthetic, but the process requires expertise. The idea sparks a faint curiosity, but you quickly dismiss it. You never cared much for poison or the like, even in the depths of your stunted memory.
Why let a poison have all the fun your hands could have?
A memory comes to mind from your first day here. When that woman threw the broach, narrowly missing your face and leaving a small, shallow cut on your cheek. How quickly the Ascendant materialized in the room. Perhaps it was the distinct fragrance of your blood that permeated the air, reaching him from a considerable distance. Or maybe...
You lowered your gaze to your ankle, fixating on the shimmering silver and gold hues of the small band that smoothly encircled your skin. It had become all too familiar, the constant, subtle, gentle weight of it pressing against you, that you couldn't escape. If he possesses some kind of magical connection to the band, enabling him to track your every move, this experiment might just be worth a try. Escaping from the confines of the palace was your only chance at freedom. Perhaps this... precarious experiment would prove worthwhile in the end.
Undoubtedly one of the most foolish choices you could make, and that's saying a lot. With a careless gesture, you grab the book, shutting it with a resounding thud. Without purpose or direction, you fling it nonchalantly over your shoulder; the book flying through the room before landing elsewhere with a soft thump. And before doubt can creep in or hesitation can take hold, you gingerly press your finger against the leaf, feeling its soft and smooth surface. Instantly, you feel the minuscule razor-sharp barbs beneath your fingertip, poised to pierce your skin, yet you keep your hand steady.
Instinctively, you pull your hand back as the room abruptly plunges into darkness, leaving you disoriented. The world around you begins to spin, causing a whirlwind of blurred images. Struggling to maintain your balance, you take a cautious step back, the faint echo of your racing heartbeat fills your ears. Suddenly, a wave of weakness engulfs your body, causing your leg to buckle beneath you before giving out. With a desperate attempt to stay upright, your other leg follows suit, and you're vaguely aware of falling onto your side.
You shift onto your side, nestled in his frigid arms, glimpsing your vampire lover behind you in the bed. The dimly lit bedroom in the elfsong tavern envelops you both, shadows dancing on the walls. A symphony of scents dances through the air. The lingering scent of aged wood and a subtle hint of candle wax, which mingles harmoniously with the soothing aroma of bergamot, rosemary, and a gentle whisper of aged brandy that is unmistakably him.
You aren't surprised when his sharp red eyes lock with yours, a silent understanding passing between you. The blankets wrap around both of you, cocooning you in their comforting embrace. Your legs intertwine with his, creating an intimate tangle beneath the covers. With tenderness, you lift your hand, feeling the coolness of his cheek as your touch meets his pale skin. "We'll get through this, my love..." you whisper, your voice a gentle melody in the quiet night.
His eyes flutter closed as your fingertips gently glide over his chiseled, smooth chest, accompanied by the soft sound of his contented sigh. "I know, my star..." he murmurs, his words barely audible, the sound blending with the gentle rhythm of your breathing. His eyes, filled with unwavering resolve, find yours once more, a silent promise reflected within their depths... and...
Suddenly, your body jolts forward, disoriented as you awaken. The cold, hard floor beneath you goes unnoticed in the initial moments, your vision still blurred. As you struggle to regain your senses, a distinct aroma of musty old books and damp earth fills the air. Gradually, as the dimly lit room gradually comes into focus, your groggy mind registers the presence of the vampire ascendant kneeling beside you, his hands firmly gripping your shoulders, shaking you awake. Through the haze, you hear their gasp, a combination of concern and surprise. "Hells, Tav, what's gotten into you?" their voice echoes in your ears as they pull your dazed body into their strong, crushing embrace.
You refuse to let on the dream you had, though you risk playing it over and over again in your mind. If you had to choose between living every day of the rest of your life with this... mockery of the man you love. Or relive that night before Cazador over and over with the real Astarion...
Well... at least you answered one question.
...Slumberthorn vine toxin doesn't need to break skin to be effective.
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"Remember, you are merely an observer..." He reminds you for the millionth time and deliberately ignores as your eyes roll again, though you do motion to him that your lips are sealed.
Upon returning to the balcony with him, the jeweler was dismissed until a more suitable time. But you weren't in any mood to play the obedient "consort" any longer, and you adamantly refused to put on the ring, which, of course, ignited yet another heated argument.
Needless to say, you were itching for the day to conclude. Why did you even need an engagement ring when everyone knew by now who you were? More like what you were.
You both enter the sitting room without acknowledging the two guards standing watch outside, their presence nothing more than an afterthought. But you still freeze in place when you step through the doors and enter. Astarion teases - his mischievous voice fills the air and sends a thrill down your spine as he playfully remarks, "It's not the first time the staff have cleaned viscera, my sweet." You stand there, completely awestruck by the sight in front of you. The room, once a gruesome mess, now gleams with pristine cleanliness, not a trace of blood or severed fingers left behind.
Your eyes were so fixated on the transformation that you failed to notice the presence of two figures standing near the couch and table, their dark robes flowing and white masks concealing their identities. As you take in the familiar attire, memories flood your mind, reminding you of a certain friend and the House of Grief.
You glance at Astarion and realize he is purposefully keeping you behind him. Though you sense no danger, it's as if he's merely sending a message. "And what news do my kingdom's resident Sharrans bring? Progress on the Unamina?" He inquires as he slowly crosses the room, with you close behind.
One of them locks their arms behind their back. "Indeed. The mother superior herself departed some time ago in search of the necessary components and sent word of her success. Now all that remains is a suitable location." They spoke confidently, their partner extending their gloved hand and offering a wooden case for protecting a scroll.
Astarion's eyes light with an expression you can't read and don't like. His grin proudly displaying his fangs as he, a tad too quickly, accepts the scroll case into his hands. "Wonderful! And what of her return? How soon should I have the carpet rolled out?" He chuckled, tucking the case under his arm closest to you. This wooden case was far from ordinary; it possessed an air of magic, with its shimmering, decorative adornments. Somehow sinister and foreboding in nature...
"Soon. Two days, perhaps three." The other replied, clasping their hands in front of them. "It was far from simple to procure the scroll. The Nightsinger will expect adequate repayment from you, Godking Ancunín, for utilizing her faithful in such a way."
"It is only because of my grace that her church thrives in my kingdom. The least she could do was loan me her toys for this little treasure hunt of mine." He mutters, rapidly losing interest in the Sharrans as he lifts and studies the scroll case in the chandelier's light above his head.
You could feel their eyes studying you from behind their creepy white masks, if only for a moment. "The Mo—"
Astarion tightly tucks the case under his arm again, his piercing glare locks onto the pair. "Tell her," he commands, his voice commanding yet smooth, "to come straight to the palace upon her arrival. I'll ensure preparations are made that she receives a worthy welcome." He gracefully pivots on his feet, the sound of his expensive shoes clicking against the polished wooden floor. "Our business here is concluded," he declares with authority. "Please see yourselves out." With a snap of his fingers, the two guards outside stride inside, seemingly already aware of their orders.
Like you have all day, you shadow Astarion, but not before you steal a quick glance over your shoulder at the two Sharrans. Of course, you have a myriad of questions. What were they doing finding... whatever that scroll is? Why would the Sharrans and the Ascendant work together at all? Could Viconia still be alive and in charge of the Baldur's Gate cloister? Did your alternate self help this world's Shadowheart kill that bitch?
Shadowheart... you miss her terribly. You miss all of your companions, but you formed a deep bond with the cleric.
It's been a century and a half since the other you died, so who knows how long it's been since the Absolute crisis. You vaguely recall that Halsin has also passed in this world, but you can't remember how exactly you know that. Unless Wyll and Gale found means of prolonging their human lifespans, they've likely passed on. Same for Karlach and her engine, and Lae'zel - assuming your favorite Gith didn't return to the Astral Plane. Shadowheart was about fifty years old when you met her. On average, half-elves can live for about a hundred and fifty to two hundred years. If, and it's a significant if, she's still alive, she would be in the twilight years of her life. Assuming assassins or the like haven't taken her out.
Gods, this is so depressing...
The sound of the door closing echoes in the room, snapping you back to the present moment. You realize you're back in Astarion's bedchamber. Where you've been sleeping since the night he learned of your urges.
He carefully placed the case on a dresser that was pressed against the wall, creating a soft thump. He fumbled through his pants pocket to retrieve the small box and extended the ring toward you. You turn away, arms crossed, and he lets out a deep, exasperated sigh. "What do I need to do to sway you into wearing it?" Astarion asks, vexed by your behavior.
Nothing. There is absolutely no chance that I will ever wear it - is what you want to say. That you picked one out at all means nothing. It was just a cute ring...
Frustration boils within you, leading you to flail your arms aimlessly for a brief moment as you grapple with your inner turmoil. What you want to say and what would make sense are in opposition. "You... you never even took the time to propose to me properly!" you scoff, glancing away and tightly crossing your arms once more.
"Properly?" He inquires, his tone laced with bewilderment rather than frustration, as he cocks an eyebrow.
"Yes... Unless you consider forcefully taking me against my will as your bizarre idea of a romantic gesture..." You have absolutely no clue what is coming out of your mouth. Why are you acting like this?
Astarion's eyes twinkled with amusement as his lips curled into a smile filled with... happiness, then carefully placed the ring on the dresser next to the scroll case. "Very well. Perhaps I'll organize something of that nature while you're away tomorrow."
Now it's your turn to be puzzled. He can't possibly mean what you think he means... "Apart from your momentary lapse of judgement today, I have been pleased to see improvements in your behavior, and I am inclined to recognize and reward your growth. We can go over the particulars after you've rested." He explains with a calm and patient demeanor, taking measured steps towards you. Shrugging off his shirt and tossing it carelessly to the floor.
His feather-light touch delicately brushes against your cheek, sending a tingling sensation through your skin. His slender fingers leisurely trace a path downwards, their gentle caress leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. Eventually, they settle beneath your chin, cradling it affectionately. Tenderly, he lifts it slowly, bringing your lips closer to his, the minuscule distance between you teasingly suspended.
"You wouldn't dare run from your home - would you, my queen?" he murmurs, his voice a velvety purr that resonates deeply within you. You shiver at his words... the accusation they carry. Toying with you, he continues. "That would be very foolish, wouldn't it, pet? You are mine. Completely and unequivocally. There is not a rock in all of Toril you could hide under that I would not find you, darling." His voice is dripping with a honeyed sweetness that conceals an underlying threat.
Then he closes the miniscule distance between your lips. Sealing his words with a gentle, sweet kiss. Amidst the tender exchange, you manage to blurt out, "What's in the case?" Each word escapes between the fleeting kisses.
Astarion's lips curl into a smug smile, their warmth grazing against yours, creating a soft and lingering touch, accompanied by the faint sound of his satisfied sigh that tickles your senses. With a delicate gesture, his fingers caress your skin, gently tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear. An arm encircles your waist, creating a tender embrace that simultaneously holds a hint of possessiveness. As he pulls you against him, you can feel the strength in his touch, both gentle and forceful and it sends a shiver down your spine. Then, he whispers, his voice laced with determination, promising, "The means to ensure nothing can ever take you from me."
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Batstarion ring?
Sad dream?
A potential way to cure your bhaalspawn-ery?
Sharrans?
Mysterious scrolls?
A lot to chew on this chapter.
…So previous Tav was NOT a Dark Urge… Hm.
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To the person who tagged some of my posts with Ascended Astarion, I like the way your mind works. I don't know how you got to this side of Tumblr, but I humbly invite you to my inbox so we could discuss the beloved vampire elf over tea. I won't bite (just ignore my cannibalism and biting-related posts).
#your yandere#aidoneus asks#I personally prefer him as a spawn more but Ascended does have excellent dialogue#And Ascended in the epilogue is so fucking sad and pathetic (affectionately derogatory)#I am not offended by my words being compared to him but it certainly is funny#The invitation is extended to everyone by the way#I know this is a yanblr but I project onto the traumatised pointy man so hard
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Would anyone be interested in me writing for Spawn, Hellboy, and or Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman? Cause I’d be down for it! (Especially concerning The Sandman since it’s part of DC comics and it has me very interested.)
Or if you guys have any comic book recommendations let me know! I’m always down for new stuff!
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i need towrite proper propaganda for c-ta in the male yandere poll (especially for assisting in later rounds) but whenever i try to think of a legitimate argument i turn into this
#YOU DONT UNDERSTAND …… HE’S [UNINTELLIGBLE]#like so many of these characters feel likethey were written to fill the achetype#c-ta just spawned with every mental illness imaginable#yandere is such a gross oversimplification of his character but also it fits and it’s EXTREMELY funny#i think he should do the yandere pose. etc etc#c-ta
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