local western vigilante swears to drive injustice out of the lawless wayne land but keeps getting distracted by the cowboy committing physically impossible acts of kindness with a really nice smile

thank you to my bestie my homie @salmon-91 for having the greatest ideas ever. my muse but more insane

hi there~

Would you mind if I request ascended and non ascended astarion falling for a very timid and innocent girl? Like his complete opposite. She's just so sweet, and caring, and pure. I like to think he spots her from his castle as she's picking flowers or something. Decides he just has to have her.

If not it's totally okay. I just saw your head canons and really enjoyed them

(I focused on ascended Astarion because I thought it fit him a tad more.)

You were a constant in his routine. When he first acquired the palace as his own. Every morning he’d spot you in a nearby field through the window.

You were a pretty sight. A natural beauty, he reckoned, though it seemed you knew how to enhance your pleasant features. A little makeup never hurt, after all. It was almost a ritual to open the blinds and watch you after his breakfast. He admired you from afar as he adjusted to his newfound position and power. He grew his spawn following and his confidence in himself. Astarion could have anything he wanted. He had everything but you. What was stopping him, really? You’d be so much prettier dressed in his clothes and in his walls. A wolfish grin spread along his features and he turned with newfound interest.

You were walking home from buying goods at local stalls. The sun was cresting over the hills and leaving an orange dew on the land. You’d make it home before night, you thought to yourself, as you walked the streets. It was the bounty of spring. A truly fruitful time for crop-sellers and a flower picker such as yourself. Flowers were versatile. Teas, decorations, jewelry… really, if you put your mind to it you could make anything of them. They were only one of your interests, though. Lost in thought you didn’t notice the stalker in the dark. One of Astarion’s spawn sent to capture you. Capture you they did. Hands locked around your front and mouth as they drew you from sight. All but a basket dropped on the ground as evidence. You didn’t even have time to scream.

Next thing you knew was the ornate halls of the palace. Ushered by the spawn into a throne room. Sat was a pale man with even paler hair yet eyes so striking your throat dried. He smiled at the sight of you and closed the distance with careful strides. He presented a flower from his pocket. A scarlet rose, you recall, and held it for you to take. You swallowed thickly, plucking it between finger and thumb. He grinned deeper at that, taking it as an invitation. “I’ve watched you for some time.” He began and your eyebrows raised in shock. Who was he? “I believe this will be much easier if you just submit, darling. I’ll take care of such a precious flower like you. I’ll give you everything.” His eyes betrayed his poised demeanor. They had a hunger in their depths. One that made you shiver. You couldn’t say no. Not with the bruising grip of your kidnappers assistant. You were caught in the jaws, unknowingly prey, so you’d lay limp and play along.

Who knows? Possibly this could be an arrangement that works well for you. If you decided to remain blissfully optimistic.

What a cute mother/son relationship 🥹❤

“I’m just here to check on the stitches and make sure they’re healing well.”

“It’s fine; I’m fine. Stay away!”

Polybiusplayer drawing number 379 of Nine and Juice hanging out…. The they.

Yeah.sure.they r my dressup dolls now ❤️

Scream for me. I’m tired of hearing you talk.

I remember you saying that in order to get a new “my brother.exe” piece we need to ask the right question. Could we get a hint about it?

There are two paths.

One, comfort. It is the forest.

The other, pain. It is a fire in the woods.

Sometimes getting answers isn’t the best option. But then again, it’s your decision.

post 1973 interview Daniel Molloy:

Prompt #24

"I'm not sure how to be someone's child."

saw an extremely pretty photo of a pair of ballet dancers and the pose had big ‘lift me up/catch me’ energy, and in light of recent manga events it reminded me of ✨them✨

240408 17 is right here – carat reward

You are like an old book. You are either left alone, in darkness forgotten by the one that once loved you.

Or you are loved by not only the one that made you but by many you meet along the way; and yes even though you pages grow old like the lines on your face but they also show that you were once open, read and happy; your words never changed but over time and with different people their meaning do but never like your love never like that hope, joy, laughter you carry with you.

So which old book are you, loved and cherrished or lost and forgotten by one and all. - Pricilla♡