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Sylvia Riveras powerful speech against the exclusion of transgender people at the Gay Pride Rally NYC, 1973.

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Teaching Astarion how to hug tho 🥺

He is so awkward, never knowing where to put his hands because you aren't a mere conquest - you're his beloved. He doesn't want to tar you with that same brush.

"Astarion, I'm freezing!" You whine, running up to him and pressing your face into his chest. Faerun is in the dead of winter, and your vampire is colder than usual. He's like a block of ice.

"Actually... I'm not sure if you're the best person to come to..." you wonder, a hint of mischief in your voice.

"N-No, no!" he panics, forcing you back against his body with an iron grip. His arms are so stiff, it feels more like a scroll of holding than a hug.

"Don't go to anybody else. I don't want to see you in the arms of anybody else..."

His admittance is cute, especially when he's so bashful about it.

"Hold me."

Astarion tries. He awkwardly pats your back and doesn't quite understand why you aren't pulling away yet. The hug is over. Isn't it?

"Put your hands on me."

Straight away, he's got them on your chest, your pert nipples peering through the fabric rather distracting...

"Not there," you huff, taking his hands and winding them around your back. He leaves them there without a word, but they're limp now.

"With some feeling. Snuggle me."

Your words just don't compute. Even when you try nuzzling into his torso. He pulls his arms a little tighter, but it's more like a rope pulling taut than a comforting hug.

"Tighter than that. Hold me like you're stopping me from falling into a muddy puddle."

He leaps into action and lifts your entire body up, spinning you playfully to where he would consider a dryer spot. It's enough to illicit giggles and smiles but as he places you back down gently, you realise he's got it. When he's lost in your eyes, pleased to hear the sweet sound of your laughing and watch the way your mouth curves...

His arms are just right, they're almost cradling you.

There is a pause.

But you snuggle yourself into him like a cat searching for a soft place to sleep, letting him hold onto that fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Astarion doesn't need to be told that this is the correct way to hug, because he can feel it.

Before long, he is surprising you with hugs and genuinely enjoying them as far as contact goes whilst he's trying to repair his relationship with sex and intimacy.

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started thinking about astarion and sewing. i've seen a lot of hc and fics about him teaching tav how to do it. they're very cute, don't get me wrong!

but do you guys know that one poem about a girl and her best friend? the one where the best friend absolutely cannot peel oranges, so the girl does it for her? 'i hope she never learns how to peel oranges' and all that.

what if sewing is astarion's oranges.

by the end of the game he knows tav's not gonna leave - but just because he logically understands something doesn't mean his insecurities are gone. so, whenever tav asks if he could teach them how to sew, he makes up an excuse.

'oh, darling, fixing this tear will be way too complicated for a beginner. let me do it.' every. single. time. they ask to learn.

eventually tav catches on. maybe it takes them months, maybe it takes them years; but it hits them one day - astarion doesn't want them to learn. maybe they're upset at first.

and then astarion shows them a pattern he embroidered into one of their favorite pieces and his entire face is lit up with happiness. his eyes are big and round, and sparkling as he waits for their praise.

and maybe, just maybe, tav decides they don't mind not knowing how to sew.

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18+

When you and Astarion first have sex, it's all an act. It's a carefully precise performance he is putting on. Perfectly timed grunts and groans, pretty seductive language. He puts up a domineering front, disassociates like he always used to. It's second nature to him now, sex is not a tender act of affection anymore. It's a deal, the only thing he can offer in a trade. He's in control, simply exists to make you feel good.

As the two of you get closer, when you start experiencing feelings for each other, he doesn't know what to do. He feels lost, and the sex is much gentler. He's starting to feel comfortable with you, sometimes allows you to top and take control as he surrenders. His mask of pretense is dropping, his perfectly manicured act falling apart. He finds little whiny moans escaping him as he finishes. He finds himself clinging to you more and more, trusting you with more parts of his past.

After awhile, the two of you are open with each other, very much in love. You take care of him when necessary, and while the sex is never the same ideal as it was, it's so much more satisfying. And sometimes he can cry during sex, sobs falling down his cheeks as he sloppily thrusts into you, head buried in the crock of your neck as you stroke your fingers through his hair and whisper affirmations into his ears. And on the less emotional but just as horny days, you can spend days in bed, alternating between just holding each other, and pounding into each other. Life is good.

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i like his curls

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Feral

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@wilteddreamsofbaldursgate 's reblog got me cackling so badly I just had to draw this

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The way he‘d do this the moment the toddler becomes somewhat cognitively aware

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When the netherese orb in your chest ruins your love life for a SECOND time 🤣

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There's just something about how Astarion goes from thinking of himself as someone with only one talent, that he has nothing else to offer you and, inevitably, you'll find someone better and leave.

To someone who with his whole chest, heart and soul declares out loud without any hint of doubt that of course you like him simply for who he is, why is that so hard to believe?

There's just something about Astarion's personal quest having nothing to do with the main story line. How willingly walking into a vampire den to free him takes precious time away from what you actually came to the city to do. But you care enough to do it anyway.

And then he holds the power of 7000 souls in his hands, a power he's said he will share with you, something else he finally has to offer and would be proud to give you. But instead you remind him again he has plenty to offer without it, and in that moment he knows you truly didn't bring him here out of desire for his power but for his freedom. And maybe that's the last piece that falls into place which finally makes him believe you when you say he is enough.

But I dunno.

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This is why it’s so important for parents to support their trans kids.

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Hear me out guys 🫰 (thank you for the likes/reblogs💜)

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omnomnom

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💀FORBIDDEN FRIENDSHIP⭐

-Chapter 12: In Between Myths and Memories-

Art for the painting of The Maker, Frighea (Mother Titan/Great Mother), and King Khronus

Had to change my watermark, since the one for the first artwork was pretty rushed. Anyway, since I tend to post other artworks on this acc, the differences in the watermarks helps distinguish if its from the fic or not ;w;

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