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Astarion’s Hidden Strength — Headcanons part 2

The Switch is Sudden — And Terrifying

One moment, he’s lounging against a tree, half-laughing at Gale’s latest ramble. The next — a twig snaps nearby. His spine straightens. His head tilts unnaturally sharp. And his eyes? Red. Alert. Starving. No transition. Just predator.

The Shift Is Physical. Violent.

His elvish grace no longer looks delicate. It looks lethal. Tav once described it as, “Watching a silk ribbon tighten around someone’s throat.”

His Teeth Click When He’s Agitated

Like a predator baring warning. A little click, jaw twitching. You’ll hear it in the quiet moments before a fight. Tav once heard it and simply muttered, “Oh, he’s gone feral again.”

He Smells Fear

Literally. His nostrils flare. His mouth parts slightly. He can scent it like perfume. Tav once saw him smile — wide, teeth too long — just as a cultist backed away trembling. “Oh yes… you’re ripe.”

Then he steps forward, slow and graceful, and whispers:

“Run.”

After all, the chase is half the pleasure.

He Growls Without Meaning To

Not just in battle. When someone touches Tav without permission. When someone speaks of Cazador. It slips out low in his chest, a growl deep and ancient, not meant for words. Everyone hears it. No one comments.

His Hands Are Always Cold

Not icy. Not corpse-cold. Just… unsettling. Like marble left in shadow. When he touches your wrist, it’s like the blood in your veins pauses for just a second. He likes the contrast — your warmth against his chill.

He Stalks Even in Combat

While others charge, Astarion prowls. Circling. Waiting for the moment a neck is exposed or an enemy is distracted. And then—he pounces. Not a fighter, but a hunter. It’s never messy. It’s swift. He doesn’t brawl — he strikes, like a serpent through lace.

He Watches Like a Beast Studies Prey

He doesn’t just look at you — he studies you. The jugular. The pulse under your jaw. The way your chest rises when you panic. Gale once caught that look and quietly moved behind Lae’zel.

His Smile Is Not Always Human

Sometimes it stretches too wide. Sometimes he smiles with too many teeth.

And when he tilts his head — when he’s deciding whether to toy with you or tear you open — it’s pure predator, wearing lace and lies.

Eyes Like Knives in the Dark

They gleam when he’s fighting. When his blood is up.

When the world slips into slow-motion for him, those red eyes cut through fog and illusion — tracking prey with the patience of something who’s stalked forests longer than you’ve been alive.

They don’t blink. Not when he’s hunting.

When He’s Hungry, His Voice Drops

That usual flirty sarcasm? Gone. Instead, there’s this deep, low thing to his voice — velvet, but tight like it’s being forced through clenched teeth. Astarion doesn’t snap when hungry — he becomes still. Watching. Breathing slow. Every sense on edge. It unsettles even the bravest of the party.

He’s Stronger When He’s Angry

Not many people get to see it, but when he’s truly furious — not playacting, not sarcastic — something ancient floods up from his blood. His voice drops. His muscles tense. He doesn’t roar — he hisses, low and guttural, and the very air feels like it wants to step back.

He Doesn’t Break a Sweat — He Breaks Necks

Literally. No drama, no battle cry. Just movement: quick, quiet, final. There’s a predatory efficiency to it when he stops pretending to be “the pretty one” and shows what vampiric instincts can do.

He Has No Fatigue Like Mortals Do

It takes hours, days even, before he slows. While others sleep or rest, he stays unnaturally still — and when it’s time to move, he’s instantly alert.

It unnerves the others sometimes, especially Karlach, who once joked, “I swear you just power-nap with your eyes open like some kind of murder statue.”

Sometimes He Forgets to Breathe

Hours can pass. Astarion will sit motionless, unreadable, utterly still — not even blinking.

Only when someone speaks too close does he return to himself — with a blink and a hiss, like a cat waking mid-hunt.

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed it.

Alright, so here are my Astarion headcanons, everyone! I know he’s technically a spawn, but I love leaning into his full vampiric self.

What really gets me is the contrast between his angelic elven beauty and that feral, beastly vampire side.

It’s like—rawr—my adorable little murder baby has claws and everything. 💖

Here’s a part 1 btw.

Masterlist with my Astarion fics

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[Just before their first meeting] Lan Wangji, praying: It’s me again. I need someone to be my friend, someone who won’t run away. Maybe send me an angel, the nicest angel you have. Wei Wuxian, breaking into the Cloud Recesses: *Maniacal laughter*

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Bleach Smutfest Day 3: Drabbles

I was going to write some sexy, evocative pieces...but these happened instead. Yup. @bleachsmutfest

Decolletage

Fine struts of bone beneath pale, sun-shy skin. He is wonderfully made, for what some might call a nightmare manifest. His head turns slowly, a corded tendon standing out in the column of his throat, embossing the mark you have left there. The circular bruise from a hungry mouth. A blotch from a masterpiece, or the signature on a fine painting, depending on how you want to look at it. 

Ulquiorra stares at you, teal eyes relentless. “You are certain this is a mating ritual. Gin will not stop laughing. I do not understand his references to ‘sucking face’.”

“Absolutely.”

Wedgie

A noble’s pride is his greatest armour. An adherence to the rules is his greatest weapon. These are the core beliefs that circle each other like koi fish at the centre of Byakuya Kuchiki’s soul. These twin concepts are the driving force behind his every action.

Every noble is expected to read heavy, antiquated tomes on the etiquette expected of someone of their standing. Byakuya has, of course, memorised all of these social rules and regulations. 

In all those hours of studying, he never did find anything on what to do if one’s fundoshi has crept between one’s noble cheeks. 

Scents

Jushiro doesn’t smell like freshly fallen snow, dappled sunlight or winter pine or like anything else you’d find in the male love interest in a young adult novel.

He smells like green tea, herbal and light.

He smells like medicine, faintly bitter, like aniseed.

He smells like his new favourite shampoo—coconut this week.

He smells like fresh linen, crisp, clean.

He smells like Shunsui’s been to visit: liquor, flowers, the ghost of cologne.

He smells like earth and leaves. His bonsai are suffering.

He smells like a pond. His fish are thriving.

He smells like candy, forgotten in his pockets.

Kancho

What lies before you is a flat, smooth plane, covered by a layer of vintage denim. 80s Levi’s, bought and thrown in his closet for a few decades. You don’t have time to appreciate the stitching—they don’t make ‘em like that anymore—or the thick, sturdy weave of the fabric.. 

He’s leaning over the skipping record player, bitching about the faulty arm, his Kansas-looking ass waving in the air. 

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow.

This opportunity comes once in a lifetime—

“Yo!”

Shinji cries out in outrage as your finger jabs into his asscrack.. 

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Here is a transparent Gaara to grace your blog with his handsome ~

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Plant Dad Demon

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Lan family ☁️

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Iridescent trio

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Ok I guess I’ll post here now because the state that Twitter is in 😭😭

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* waves back *

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Im obsessed with kaladin he fucking rules

(I just started oathbringer)

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all my dr. law art + dr. law from high school to uni ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡)۶ kinda miss making these. ill definitely make more when i have the time :")

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I'm tired. I'm bored. I'm making dumb doodle comics.

Bleh.

(Not how I've drawn NMJ in the past, but I also didn't see the untamed yet, so...) (probably will have a definite way i draw him in the future).

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I love the donghua team. Replacing « My husband Hua Cheng » by « My home Hua Cheng » in the new short film is brilliant. They avoid censorship. It’s even gayer than the original. Double win.

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How I think each MXTX protagonist would adapt to technology:

SQQ: we all know exactly how this man utilizes the internet. It got him killed and he is not the type to learn from his mistakes

Wei Wuxian: this man would go on a Wikipedia deep dive that surpasses the Mariana Trench in depth. Three weeks in he’s learning how to code his own ghost detecting app.

Xie Lian: It is easier to teach your grandmother how to order a pizza online than explain google to this man. He just looks so kindly confused the whole time. Secretly, he understands it perfectly and is just playing a funny joke on you. He enjoys watching sword videos and sending outdated memes to Hua Cheng.

As for the love interests:

LBH: He loves the recipes, and the ability to keep track of someone else’s phone at all times. However he will fry that laptop in an instant if he thinks his Shizun loves it more than spending time with him.

Lan Wangji: He uses it for three things in order of importance: cute rabbit pictures, guqin music he hasn’t heard, and porn

Hua Cheng: he would quickly become obsessed with taking the perfect selfie. Xie Lian finds the trash folder on his phone and falls in love with all the reject pictures. To his husband’s horror he makes a collage of them and sets them as his phone background.

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Thinking about how the different MXTX couples would get married.

Luo Binghe and SQQ: we saw it folks, very low key. However if you don’t think Binghe loudly referred to himself as ‘Husband’ at the top of his lungs in every subsequent interaction with someone for months after, you’re wrong.

Lan Zhan and WWX: a family affair at the Cloud Recesses. It’s very simple but nice. Wei Wuxian insists on dressing up like a bride even though everyone assures him he doesn’t have to. Jiang Cheng is invited, no one thinks he’ll show up, but when he does he complains the whole time. Wen Ning cries. Lan Quiren cries for different reasons.

Hua Cheng and Xie Lian: a huge blowout in ghost city. Everyone they’ve ever met is invited. Hua Cheng invites Mu Qing and Nan Feng but the invitations refer to them as handmaidens for the bride. They’re both incredibly offended but show up anyway. At the wedding feast Xie Lian happily tells the assembled guests he cooked one of the dishes himself! But won’t reveal which one. The rest of the banquet is spent in constant terror. It’s Xie Lian’s wedding present to himself.