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Marquis the Hoto from the game the Night of the Rabbit

Fanart from the Night of the Rabbit podcast (The Pagecast) on Spotify

https://open.spotify.com/show/5QF7RYd84424pEIPdd6Z02?si=HBBxxLtZRoyyTfycRQFzFg

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he's very excited about his first night as a jack o lantern

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Comic preview coz i liked this silly panel i'm so close to finishing

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Who put fucking onions on the table... I can't

Astarion Drabble where he reconnects with Tav at a masquerade years later

you got it boss o7

Astarion x GN!Reader, Reader is Tav, Masquerade balls, Takes place after Ending (Ascended), Angst, 1K words.

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The parties are the same throughout Faerun, you've learned. They'll add their own little touch of uniqueness to them, usually with a theme. In Waterdeep it was always something a tad nautical. At the last party you attended in Daggerford the host had pixies entertain the masses with little parlor tricks, while they also picked their pockets clean.

It always was a lame cover-up to the stench of blood, death, despair, and sex that occurred at these parties. A rare time for nobility to stretch out their legs and cause a special sort of chaos.

Here in Neverwinter, the masquerade was a perfect venue for that debauchery. And the perfect way for you to work your magic.

No one knew who anyone was from a glance. You'd need to converse, to get to know one another. And well, you weren't here for any of that. What you were here for, was something else entirely. Something that made your stomach twist and your fingers tap against your glass too quickly, too repeated of a movement.

What you didn't expect, was anyone to approach you. You had taken care to make yourself small, and unassuming. To let yourself blend in with the background and noise, so you could sneak away. But the stranger comes dressed in fine velvets, with golden suns embroidered on the sleeves. He smells of iron and bergamot, and when he gazes at you through the mask, your heart stops.

Red.

"Darling." Astarion's voice is smooth, just as it had been last. Unchanged, as though the past few years hadn't ever passed for him. He holds out his hand further. "It's been far too long."

You stare at him. He inclines his head. Still, you can't help but just stare at him owlishly, unblinking until he finally sighs and moves to grab your hand himself.

"I know it's been a while, my pet." He's tugging you forward and you're soon chest-to-chest to one of the most dangerous people in all the sword coast. "But there's no excuse to be rude." His grip tightens until you manage to gaze back into his mask, into those blood-filled eyes. "Especially now; there's little point to it, no?"

His arm is moving around your waist, keeping you close. Dragging you onto the floor, and you're nearly running trying to keep up with him. He's too fast, too strong.

And you're going to have to dance with him. "One song."

He grins, all sharp. "You'll be begging for more after this one, darling."

There are giggles as he slides a hand around the back of your neck, the other slotting itself on your waist. When you glance behind him, the music starting up once more, you can see several pairs of red eyes staring hungrily back.

"Don't mind them." Astarion glances behind him, giving them a fond look before his gaze settles back onto you. The look he gives you is fond too but it's colder. "My pets are well behaved I can assure you." Your mouth twists, and you try to pull away but his fingers dig in, enough pressure to leave bruises. He laughs, cold and distant in your ear. "So eager to get away. But you always have been. Never been one to commit or stay by someone's side, have you?"

You glare up at him, and your mouth moves too fast for your mind to stop it. "Fuck you."

His lips purse and he gazes at you through his eyelashes. He leads you through the dance, holding you so tightly that you couldn't escape even if you wanted to. "Would that be the thing to entice you back, I wonder?"

Horror fills your gut and blanks out your mind. "No. Gods, no."

He falls quiet then. The fond look returns and it's warmer this time. The hand cradling the back of your neck drags forward to cup your cheek. "You haven't changed." It's a whisper, joy slips from it. You can see the shine of it in his eyes, that stupid hope.

Your hand rises to cup his own, and it hurts. It always hurts so badly when you think of this, of him. You've cried so many tears and yet you can feel how your eyes are shining with them already, can feel the sting and that tightness in the back of your throat. "I wish you hadn't."

There's a flicker. Of the spawn, he had been once. The way his gaze softens, the way his mouth twitches, how everything around you both seems to fall away - until it's just you both.

But it is only a flicker.

"Perfection is something quite hard to take in." His smile is colder, tenser. The mask he wore beneath the masquerade is back in place. "Even after all these years, you still don't know how right this choice was."

It wasn't, you want to say. You wish you could've stopped him. It had seemed perfect at the time, but you couldn't go back. There was no page to turn back to, no way to undo what had been done. Instead, you offer him a tight smile, and his hands draw away from you in a quick snap to his sides.

You hold his gaze for a moment longer. The sting in your eyes doesn't leave, and you let the little tears fall. Yet your voice is soft because that's how you've always wanted to be with him. And it can feel so hard because he's all sharp edges now, that if you are that way with him, he'll shred your soul. But you could bear it, for now. For this.

"I hope you're happy, Astarion." The words are soft, and you mean them, genuinely.

Perhaps that's why he lets you go. Perhaps it's why he stands in the middle of the dance floor while you escape it, his eyes following you still. Whatever plan you had wanted to do, it's gone now. Whatever noble you were trying to connect with, or steal from, or whatever had been your plan is gone from your mind now.

Instead, you leave the building. And you lay in your bed at night, thinking of him. Standing there in the center of the room, full of power, decorated in gold. The new Lord of Baldur's Gate.

Surrounded by everyone and utterly alone.

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Imagine doing this in front of a 14th century peasant

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A screenshot of the sexiest thing you'll ever see in Baldur's Gate 3.

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watch my Tav trying to resolve a conflict peacefully:

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Halsin joining our camp to see that the guy who played with the tiefling kids is now a devil, some pasty elf is biting people in their sleep, a githyanki and goth girl are slapfighting, there's a tiefling on fire, and that wizard just ate a pair of gloves.

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Sent to me from reddit today. This is art actually. Link.

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I’m curious–how do you guys go about creating your OCs?

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I’ve been cackling about this for like five minutes now

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“Where the fuck did you get another gun?!”

The disarmament of Gaylord Blaine’s increasingly improbable arsenal

On the Spot 154 - Red Dead Blaine (x)

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Based on Borderlands <3 By maul cosplay https://instagram.com/maul_cosplay?igshid=uejzphg90t0f

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Me irl

Snape be like:

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Hey, what do you think, if Snape was an Animagus, what would be his animal form? (Because I have a bet running that he's a black cat. Or maybe a raven.) Have a nice day!

This

This is what he looks like.

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Severus, that is not what I meant by recreational reading.