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Nearly two years - I will never stop thinking about them.

Astarion x Ottilenne (my Tav, cleric of Lathander)

Process/WIP available on my Patreon.

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My Red Rose… ❤️‍

~ Aristen x Astarion ~

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Spoilers without context

For tomorrow's release of Ch 19 of We Have Forever, After All

They're stuck with each other now

Read from book one, chapter 1: tiny.cc/boaf1

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Self-Care Sunday

Rules: You flip through your work (published or WIP, doesn't matter) and share whatever little section you're genuinely proud of. Something that makes you smile or swoon or that tugs at your heartstrings just the way you want it to. Let's give ourselves a little pat on the back and normalize being proud of our work ❤

Got another tag by @deadly-diminuendo , thank you very much 😘

And since I'm pretty much the only one talking about my fics and already have a tag, I celebrate self care and self love and worship this part of

Daylight and Adamantine

"You endured all this torture, lost your faith in humanity and goodness and yet you started to believe again, to help again, to trust again and decided to love again. After all this you put your heart on the line again. Risk it again. That is the bravest thing someone can do. Because even I was afraid of this." "Is it so?", the vampire asked in disbelief. "Believe me Astarion, the thought of falling in love you with you, only to reject me and then maybe to see you with someone else, it was a thought that I couldn't bear. You heart was a dangerous place that scared me off." "You were scared of me, child of bhaal?", he grinned with a purring voice. "Yes", she nodded, also came nearer to him so she could lower her voice in whispering gentle tune, "I was scared of you Astarion. I was very scared of your heart." "And how did it end up for you?" "Like it did for you, I guess: I saw that I wanted to sleep every night by your side and never wake up by anyone's side ever again. A fine fool a made of myself by thinking I didn't gave my heart away to you right away; didn't I?" "So you did have lost yourself in me those night at the forest, as I said?", the pale elf smiled with a smug expression on his fine lips. "Well... not the way you said it." "Darling, as if you always knew the true meaning behind everything I say”,  his voice stated in an arrogant tone and his white curls stretched up a little, "well look at this...I always thought I was goddamn coward and that you", the vampire with silver locks gesticulated cockily to Bhaal's former daughter, "... you of them all, that you are scared of nothing. But it seems you were a bloody coward like me all along." "You? You were never a coward, Astarion," said Saulus determined, and her head with the ravenblack and crimson red interwoven hair shook itself decisively, "just as you were never weak. No matter what you have been told." The flaming eyes did not need the blazing tongues of the long-ago descent of Avernus to burn. Rather, it was the determined sincerity of her words that she addressed to her lover as she looked at him. But the fire of her eyes turned away from him again and the bard looked ahead, towards the sun and the horizon and yet Astarion had the feeling that her eyes didn't really catched anything, but rather sought the red of the dusk as an escape from the crimson of his own eyes. "If someone says you're weak, then you're soft like melted adamantium steel," the bard said firmly with a hint of curved poetry at the same time, "if you understand."

He adamantium steel, Astarion thought about her words. "I'm sorry, I forgot that you don't like these bardic expressions of mine very well." "Meanwhile I have grown fond of it, I have to say", smiled the pale elf charmingly. Astarion leaned very close to her, his lips first brushing over the skin of her neck and then over her ear. He spoke and caressed the words with one breath over her ear. "Of course, I like it indescribably when your poetic singing voice only makes sounds of ecstasy and the only words it forms are nefarious moans, gasps and the cries for more and my name. It's hard to think of anything else when you're sitting here in front of me," he answered smiling and his fine fingers tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Are you sure about that?", she asked in a way as if he never complimented her. "Why shouldn't I be? Why do you say that? Your are a vision, you should know that by now. I tell you everyday”, Astarion’s voice vigorously about her unbelief. Saulus could be so flirty with the greatest self-confidence, which is why Astarion hated it when she thought so little of herself. Where did that come from? "Yes, but we have seen on our ways so much more - way way more beautiful women as me and but-" "But, what? Why should I care for them? Why shouldn't I be sure about that you are beautiful and perfect for me?" "My eyes, for example, my teeths, my claws..." "Your eyes? Why? Because they are not blue? Or green? No, they have literally fire in them. Glowing in the dark like a mine. A dangerous cat you can be, my silly goatish devil girl. And your teeths? You mean your fangs, that are also like mine? Oh and your "claws" you call them? Or nails that you so carefully manicure and polish every day. What else? Your hair? Why should your hair be worse than someone else's? Because the other women wear their meter-long hair open and flowing? That's why I'm supposed to like them better? I like the way you wear your hair. They don't block my view of your delicate neck and they are not in the way when I put my lips to your neck." Saulus began to smile. "I like your horns. They are good to hold on to," winked the Elf. "And I like to lick the tip of your tale with my tongue. I like how it wraps around me when I thrust into you. And I like it when you don't show me that you're uncomfortable, that your tale instinctively wraps around my leg or hand, and I know by that, that you're feeling insecure." "So," the elf began in his whispering voice that was clearly aiming at something but was no easier to resist, "my golden hind girl from the hells. Don't you dare to withdraw from me, now that I've finally won my freedom and can enjoy my body as I wish. You won't deny me the pleasure of enjoying yours, will you? That would truly be diabolical." Astarion finally stood up and extended his hand to his wife...no, his girlfriend. Somehow, he had already thought ahead in his head. Saulus took his hand and stood up from the edge of the roof. “Good you were never afraid of heights”, Astarion said with a gently voice, as if it said more than that. “Just as I was never scared of your beauty”, Saulus answered him, catching the glimpse of depth.

I tag @anacdoce and @yennefer-of-vengerbergs 😘 they have writing that totally deserve appreciation and love ❤️

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Last Line Game

Thanks for the tag, @anacdoce

You've caught me at a very spicy point today, I'm working on book 3 of my Birds of a Feather series and today we've got Astarion in full on happily married pleasure-dom mode today 😂

I'll tag @serenbriar @spite-made-me @yennefer-of-vengerbergs

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Self-Care Someday

Rules: You flip through your work (published or WIP, doesn't matter) and share whatever little section you're genuinely proud of. Something that makes you smile or swoon or that tugs at your heartstrings just the way you want it to. Let's give ourselves a little pat on the back and normalize being proud of our work ❤

Thank you for the tags @deadly-diminuendo and @xxnashiraxx 🖤 I loved your snippets so much!

I'm sharing one of my favorite scenes of my long fic, from chapter 10 - Silence. It ended up just the way I wanted it, and I can picture every single frame of it in my head every time I think about it, not to mention the whole meaning into my story. I think without context it's not to much of a spoil, but oh well...

As he returned his gaze to the sky with a smirk, she lingered behind him, feeling his closeness, feeling the urge to embrace him right there. Having him in her arms…  “I know you already told me this, but there really has to be another reason. Why don’t you say my name, Astarion?” “True. There is another reason.” A pause. “For me a name is not just a simple name… it carries so much more.” A cold breeze blew, and Raven saw a snowflake wandering in the air in front of her face, landing on his dark coat. “Anyone can be called darling. Anyone can have a pet name. But your given name? Your name is yours alone. It defines you, it carries so much meaning, it holds so much power within it, that it should only be used when you really feel it, when you know its true meaning for yourself. After you know it’s safe for you to say it. After you know the sound of it won’t haunt you for the rest of your life.” Astarion breathed deeply. “A name is a memory that stays forever, and it should only be said when it can no longer be held inside us, when its meaning is so overwhelming that it has to gain life with our voice to be remembered forever.” Pressing her hands against her chest, she held them together so tightly that her nails began to dig into her skin, but she didn't feel any pain. Her mind was drifting away, very far away, in a dream where Astarion called for her, where he called her name. What would be the meaning of it? Could it ever have such weight for him to finally say it? For him to say it with his unique voice?  Leaning forward with her eyes closed, she pressed her forehead against his shoulder blade, her hands trembling on her chest, containing the craving for him, the craving to embrace him, to take him in her arms, to be lost with him in the woods, to be lost with him in a place no one would ever find them.

No pressure tags: @amoremagnificentbastard; @meeshrox; @bloodinwine; @roguishcat; @serenbriar; @saucy-scribbler; @astarioffsimpmain

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Self-Care Someday

Rules: You flip through your work (published or WIP, doesn't matter) and share whatever little section you're genuinely proud of. Something that makes you smile or swoon or that tugs at your heartstrings just the way you want it to. Let's give ourselves a little pat on the back and normalize being proud of our work ❤

Thank you so much for the tags, @pinkberrytea, @vividiana, @andromedaancunin!!! Your snippets were all so fucking beautiful, and I love so much how you tell your stories and how you write. It's a privlidge to know you, my friends 🖤🫂 I'm going to use this little bit from Chapter 19 of With Stars to Fill My Dream! I was so excited to write the spectator scene and waited months- one of my favorite chapters overall. 😊

His eyes rove over her, breath caught in every glistening piece of skin he can see. Allowing himself to really look, for the first time since the party, he lingers on the old set of bite scars on her neck. The demand to delve and savor the delicacy pumping beneath her skin fresh in his singed throat as he tears his mind back into focus. “This place is so beautiful…” She murmurs, dark eyes speckled like the night sky as they reflect every point of light around them. It’s enough for even him to appreciate- and suffer the loss of when she looks at him again. Nothing brightens her gaze once they meet- back to the emptiness he’d seen in the windmill, under the dawning sun, after the Gur… Mere seconds pass between them, enough to remember every retort, every jab, every look… He watches her relive it all in an instant, eyes soft and round, timid tremor in her lips. Ofelia… ever so bold… brought down by a frozen silence spanning between them. Vast and barren, save for a single tendril of green against the wastes- his duty to nurture and coax back to life. A million words pool on his tongue, ready to spill like the teardrop hanging at the corner of her eye. Glittering, an opal in the dark, he goes to speak- to pluck one adequate entreaty from a list of pretty lines, waiting to be read. Not a single one genuine. “Ofelia…” And then he’s got it- real and true, her hand still in his as he looks away, hoping for some semblance of support from the scenery around him. “I want…” Her grip slides to his wrist, tightening, and his eyes track over a strange stone formation, its vague shape shaded yet haunting as the fine hairs on the back of his neck raise. He shakes his head to clear it, purging the distraction- she deserves his full attention. “I want to start over-” He winces when her grip squeezes the delicate bones inside to the point of pain, about to tell her to let go when he finally looks back up at her and stills violently. Words fail to push past his lips as he tracks over her in speechless horror, watching skin turn to stone before his eyes. Pallor drained, devoid of life, gray to match the muted formations around them- ones he should have recognized before leading them into the veritable lion’s den.  He tries to wrench his hand free, but it won't budge- he’s too late. She’s looking at him, mouth parted in a plea for help, and he feels his body shake in vibrant fury- fury for having not realized where they are. Too late to save her from the fate that befell all the unfortunate souls frozen around them as he squints his eyes shut and lashes out with his tadpole to sound the alarm.

No pressure tags, sorry if I double tag! I just want to see you guys hype yourselves up!! 💗 @khywren @bby-bel @arzen9 @nerdallwritey @bum-dragon @anacdoce @bludazey @lanafofana @aldisobey @emmg @heylittleriotact @by-ilmater @hellethil @deadly-diminuendo @bhaal-battle-beer-bard @verbenaa @inkymoonbunny @roguishcat @alliskit @irondeficienttav @marlowethebard @ladyofcrowsandcoffee @elinorbard @preciouslittlebhaalbae @justabiteofspite @badbloodwitch

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Self-Care Sunday

Rules: You flip through your work (published or WIP, doesn't matter) and share whatever little section you're genuinely proud of. Something that makes you smile or swoon or that tugs at your heartstrings just the way you want it to. Let's give ourselves a little pat on the back and normalize being proud of our work ❤

Thank you so much for the tag, @vividiana! 💖 I loved this idea the first time I saw it, and I'm happy to see it's going around again!

I'm going to share one of my favourite bits from A Fitting Reunion this time around:

"Tell me, love," he begins, the purr in his voice and the mischief in his grin telling you he intends to use every ounce of his charisma to its fullest extent. "Should I have serenaded you with song? Recited to you a sonnet? Scattered a trail of rose petals from your door straight to my bed?" "Maybe, though it's not too late," you suggest. "If you would like to regale me with music and poetry, I won't complain." "Oh, my dear. I wouldn't be quite so sure of that. I am a man of many talents, yes, but I'm no bard. Although, if the result is hearing you laugh again, then it might still be worth a try." You grin. "Then try." Astarion clears his throat dramatically, and with his back tall and straight, and his nose held high in the air, he starts to speak. You cannot even begin to take him seriously. "Your skin so sweet and lips divine, / your blood the most delicious wine. / Each precious bite is my delight; / so let me make you mine tonight." "You're ridiculous," you say—but you are indeed laughing. "Why thank you, darling," he says, lowering his head in a mock bow. "Ridiculously eloquent, I hope? Or ridiculously charming? Ridiculously good-looking, at least?" "Just ridiculous." He gasps. "Oh, how you wound me. And here I was, professing my profound affection." "It sounded more like you just want to eat me." "Maybe I do want to eat you"—he leans in enticingly close—"in every sense of the word."

No pressure tagging: @anacdoce, @eraserspiral, @denesmera, @tynithia, @spacesunderstairs, @amoremagnificentbastard, @bhaal-battle-beer-bard, @bardic-inspo, @gilded-glitter, @meeshrox, @arachnomancer, @dramatiquechipmunk, @roguishcat and @nerdallwritey 💖

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OC Layers Tag Game

Thank you for the tag @bhaal-battle-beer-bard and @amoremagnificentbastard🖤 it's always a pleasure to read about your OC's 🥰

As for me, I'll bring my Raven to this game, of course.

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Raven Farwind

Eye Color: Chocolate brown

Hair Style/Color: Black hair always braided with bangs.

Height: 1,65m

Clothing Style: She always wears black, comfortable clothes. When she's on a job she usually prefers to wear leather pants and leather shirts, sometimes with a corset (the girl has to be prepared to run easily if the need arise), but she likes to wear simple long dresses too when she goes out. As for the shoes, my girl always wears boots, high, black leather boots.

Best Physical Feature(s): For her? Nothing. She can't appreciate herself. For me as her creator? Fuck. EVERYTHING. She is so beautiful and some times I want to slap myself for not letting her see that. But well, Astarion will do it for me 😏

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: Raven fears to be left alone, alone to deal with her deamons, who always push her to do the wrong things.

Guilty Pleasure: Big mugs of cold beer.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Pet names. She hates it. (Are you seeing where this is going? 😂)

Ambition for the Future: To do everything for her father.

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: "All I want is to fall asleep again..."

What They Think About the Most: "I'm no one. Nobody see me."

What They Think About Before Bed: "How much longer do I have to put up with this? I'm so tired..."

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: The way she moves between the shadows without being seen.

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Dogs or Cats? Huh... Birds? 😅

Single or Group Dates?

To be Loved or Respected?

Beauty or Brains?

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: All of her life.

Believe in Yourself: A big NOPE.

Believe in Love: To others? Yes, she believes it. To herself? Not really.

Want Someone: Although she doesn't admit it, that's all she ever wanted.

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: No. Nor will she.

Done Drugs: No.

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: AHAH no. Never. She doesn't care if she fits or not.

LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favorite colors: Black.

Favorite animal: Ravens.

Favorite book: She's not a fan of reading.

Favorite game: She loves to play catch and hide and seek 😏

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: She's a girl of winter.

How Old Will You Be: She's 28.

Does Age Matter: Before meeting Astarion? No. After meeting him? Since she's a human, it matters a lot.

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: "My papa."

I feel: "Empty. I'm just surviving."

I hide: "A desire so deep to be seen."

I miss: "The times when I was free and naive."

I wish: "I could believe again. I wish I could have a way out. I wish a change on the tides, a new whistle on the winds, or else I wish the cold to freeze me."

All the shots above are from @iizven, the personal photographer of my beautiful Raven. Thank you for all of those again, my love ❤️

No pressure tags: @bloodinwine; @meeshrox; @xxnashiraxx; @saucy-scribbler; @roguishcat; @poetsiren

I bit late, so if you have been tagged already, ignore this.

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Last line game

Thank you @bhaal-battle-beer-bard for the tag ❤️

I do have something new on my long fic to share! I've been on vacation, so I'm sorry for the delay in the reply. I'm slowly working on it but I expect to get back on the rhythm soon!

As for one shots, I'll probably won't be able to do anything more right now. I have some wips started, but the long fic takes priority. I need to finish this, and I wanted to do it until the end of the year (not sure if it's going to happen, but...). Perhaps when I finish this, I'll return to those lost wips. ❤️

No pressure tags: @amoremagnificentbastard @serenbriar @xxnashiraxx @bloodinwine @yennefer-of-vengerbergs @saucy-scribbler

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Summary: That feeling when you accidentally give your girlfriend the idea to start The Faerûnian Avengers.

Read on Ao3

Art by @snowfolly

Fic Summary:

Eager to begin their life together, Astarion and Imara embark on their journey to the Underdark with thousands of vampires under their care, but their exciting new adventure proves perilous when life below ground turns out to be much more difficult than they'd expected.

They soon discover that earning their freedom was only the first step toward becoming the people they wish to be, and that neither their happiness nor their love are guaranteed. Faced with seemingly never-ending hardships and danger, betrayals, and the burdens of leadership, their future together becomes uncertain.

To ensure that their love will weather the centuries to come, they must work together to find a way through the darkness.

Read from chapter 1 on Ao3

Book 2 in the Birds of a Feather series

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Astarion & Octavia for @dramatiquechipmunk

These were so much fun to make ❤️ Thank you again for commissioning me!

Commissions information | Ko-fi

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Art for Chapter 6 of It's Time To Try Living Again, made by @/redtallin