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It also thinks she's an asshole, and says so. And it's right. They're both right. Frenemies yay <3

So far in my murderbot reading Pin-lee is much more of a Murderbot hater than Gurathin is. Gura has been nice to Murderbot basically since he learned that it was going to help them, but Pin-lee thinks it's a huge asshole (and she's right) and says so frequently lol

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So far in my murderbot reading Pin-lee is much more of a Murderbot hater than Gurathin is. Gura has been nice to Murderbot basically since he learned that it was going to help them, but Pin-lee thinks it's a huge asshole (and she's right) and says so frequently lol

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Nothing beats writing antagonists with this vibe

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read my yuri

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99 Zone hurting me... Spoilers for early in that zone (first section). If you've seen a cute little boat, you're there.

Preoccupied with the tears streaming down his face, Khenbish didn’t notice the boat before him until he’d nearly stepped off of the little pier before it.

Looking up at him in surprise was a blonde young man with a little flower-topped hat on, the pole used to steer the Gondola resting beside him. Once they were properly face-to-face, aided by the difference in their heights, his expression changed to concern when he saw Khenbish’s state.

“What’s the matter?” He asked.

Khenbish swiped at his eyes, looking at him in surprise of his own. If the man’s concern wasn’t real, it was indistinguishable from reality. “I- I’m alone.” He blubbered, stupidly, suddenly too weak to bother not confessing to this only possibly-real stranger.

“Ah.” The gondolier’s face softened. “I think I see. Waiting for someone, are we?”

Khenbish opened his mouth, then closed it.  “Yes.” He murmured finally, the temptation to lie to the both of them too great, or explaining too difficult, or both.

“Myron.” The man introduced himself, offering a hand both as greeting and to help Khenbish onto the boat.

“Khenbish.” Khenbish replied automatically, taking it.

“The time will pass before you know it.” Myron said. “In the meantime; there's nothing more relaxing than the gentle rocking of a gondola.”

He smiled, and gestured, fair hair shining in the electrical light. “Please, have a seat. I plan to remain here a while yet.”

Khenbish, having quite lost the battle to stop his tears, although he’d managed to grow quiet, sat.

Across from him was another couple, the only other passengers in the boat. If it weren’t for him, this moment may as well have been created entirely for them in all the universe- not that they paid him any mind. The man was taller, and younger; hair chestnut brown. His wife was smaller, and long-since gone grey, as if he’d died long before she had.

He stroked her silvered hair with adoring gentleness, curled around her so that she could rest her head on his broad shoulder in a pose well-practiced.

“I want to stay like this forever.” She murmured to him, quietly. But in the peaceful air, the soft words resonated clearly in the chambers of Khenbish’s curved horns.

Neither of the pair had a soul, but they knew each other. His wife’s soul had long since forgotten him.

He supposed he did look like he was waiting for the same reunion for himself, sitting here alone on a cushion, gazing at them. But when the other half of his version of the couple before him died, it would achieve the opposite result. The only thing Khenbish was waiting for was for the last half of the memories of their love to dissolve, shimmering, into the aetherial sea.

Somehow, he’d stopped crying.  After all, there was no one here to cry for.

He stood, and dusted off his skirts, and curtsied to the gondolier, and stepped off.

“The time will pass before you know it!” The blonde youth cried out to him, encouragingly, as her went.

Behind him, the entwined remnants of a couple in love paid neither any mind, strong hands stroking silver hair.

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And one of the first things I ever posted with Thancred; there'll be a lot more of him later lol. This is one of the canon scenes I inserted Khenbish right into.

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A commission of Khenbish himself, from the lovely https://twitter.com/clefari/ (I'd post a direct link but they didn't post him)

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My WoL and Haurchefant having intercrural sex. A very old piece of writing, but I've decided to post my works with my beloved Au'ra warrior of light

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53727436

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Things Astarion likes about Tav:

-Sour attitude is funny

-Small enough to lean on

-Cute face

-Nice Biceps

-Nice dick

-Just heroic enough to make him feel young again, when he looks at the outline of her stern little face when she's promising to help someone and his heart flutters

-Fond of petty crime

Things Tav likes about astarion:

(Smash cut to her rubbing her head autistically and trying fruitlessly to elucidate her inner thoughts to herself)

-It's funny when he's mean when she's not allowed to be

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I was just trying to think of a romantic scene where Tav thinks about what she likes about Astarion romantically, emotionally, sweetly etc but tbh i think the canon thing to happen is that Astarion would go "Darling. What do you like about me? Tell me everything." And she would get quiet and thoughtful and then just continue to sit there, quiet and thoughtful, until he was about to scream

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Every single fic update there is an author trying frantically to find the right balance between a nonchalant aside of "leave a comment if you enjoyed =)" and clinging desperately to the coat tails of a random stranger, dragging along behind them on the street wailing "Please, please! I have to know what you thought! I'm desperate to talk to people about this! Ask me about the alliterative repetition! Ask me about the symbolism!"

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Said TO a gnome btw

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WELL APPARENTLY level 15 Ancients pallies stop aging?!? Nevermind, Tav wins something after all. You stop being able to level up so far from the end that I'm gonna make goin' from 12 -> 15 achievable for her if the damn brain don't do it itself. Now she and Astarion are both immortal! And sun allergic. Good enough

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The Dark Urge ends up being a very penitent devotee indeed. They get so into it that eventually there's nothing Bhaal can do to them in retaliation that works anymore. They openly defy him in hopes to feel his wrath- to feel the proof of their defiance, nurturing life instead of ending it. They relish the chance to endure the pain he deals. Eventually, they want it augmented with all the methods Abdirak can teach them. And he does with great patience and attention...

They spend plenty of nights snarling and bound, sure. Tied up beautifully. Aided by a variety of other wonderful torments: clever slices and lashes that bring them back to themselves, and make the morning so sweet and triumphant.

A Dark Urge who becomes a fervent follower of Loviatar- because their Father causes them pain when they don't kill. And pain, She teaches, is proof of life.

In this case, pain literally is proof of life, preserved. And if they just so happen to be a huge masochist... well shit. Even better. The kind priest they met in the ruined temple is fascinated with the agony they can experience with no self-flagellation at all, just by being refusing to kill. But he's always supportive, and happy to teach them traditional methods too however he can, of course!

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A Dark Urge who becomes a fervent follower of Loviatar- because their Father causes them pain when they don't kill. And pain, She teaches, is proof of life.

In this case, pain literally is proof of life, preserved. And if they just so happen to be a huge masochist... well shit. Even better. The kind priest they met in the ruined temple is fascinated with the agony they can experience with no self-flagellation at all, just by being refusing to kill. But he's always supportive, and happy to teach them traditional methods too however he can, of course!

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Uh. Should I post ALL my kinktober fics. mmmmhmmmmg idk

take this for now.

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The Oath of the Ancients is as old as the race of elves and the rituals of the druids. Sometimes called fey knights, green knights, or horned knights, paladins who swear this oath cast their lot with the side of the light in the cosmic struggle against darkness because they love the beautiful and life-giving things of the world, not necessarily because they believe in principles of honor, courage, and justice. They adorn their armor and clothing with images of growing things-leaves, antlers, or flowers-to reflect their commitment to preserving life and light in the world. (The Player's Handbook)

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