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so my first veilguard playthrough i picked coffee as Rook's favorite drink because 1) i do like coffee and 2) i'm an agreeable bitch, but picking tea or hot chocolate is soooo much better and for two completely different reasons like— TEA: lucanis ACTIVELY is like "EUUGHH" when you choose this which is SO funny. like we BARELY know each other and he's basically like: "alright you ill-bred tasteless freak, i'll get you some boring ass herb water."

and THEN this makes his unique gift of an antivan tea set all the more amusing because instead of it just, not making sense, its like "HERE'S A FANCY ANTIVAN TEA SET BITCH" and he's like "for me?" and we're like "YEAH it's for you. EDUCATE YOURSELF. 😎🍵"

and then its so SO much sweeter when he actually makes you a whole dinner and dessert based around a drink that he probably spent the whole game researching???? my heart.......my sweet acts-of-service-ass boyfriend.......i love him

HOT CHOCOLATE: first off i love rook as a hot choccie ass bitch. but also its so sweet when he's like "oh yeah, I really liked that as a kid actually" and then later in a banter with emmrich when you learn that lucanis basically learned to cook solely because he really fucking loved churros and wanted to learn how to make them????? UHGHhhhhh......my heaort........and then he makes them for us, probably the first silly little recipe he ever mastered..........ouuuuuugghhh...........

send help i'm experiencing emotions about a beverages and a fake man

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My BG3 headcanon: Astarion truly cares about his Tav | Durge, doesn't matter if they are friends or lovers, so when his dearest had a date night, he secretly followed, just in case.

Bonus below:

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Today a very friendly Golden Retriever came up to me and I said "hey buddy :D" and the owner asked "do you know each other?" like his dog had a social life he didn't know about

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We need to bring back free the nipple

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can you guys stop fighting over the same peice of lettuce. there is literally more right behind you

Don't get involved in things you don't understand

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Hi there! I was wondering if I could put a request in for Astarion? Given how he's an elf and they have reverie, I would assume that if his partner needs to sleep instead that they would cuddle before respectfully getting to their own sides of the bed. I was wondering if I could request how he feels about a human reader fall asleep in his arms by accident? If it matters, could it take place during the game at around act 2 (after his confession) or in act 3 (after Cazador is dealt with)? Anyways, have a nice day and take your time!

OMGOMGYES i think this has revived me from covid.2

Astarion x human!reader | Sleeping Soundly

It’s late, or at least what passes for it in the half-light that clings eternally to the cursed lands around the Last Light Inn. Outside, the sky hangs heavy and unmoving, locked in twilight. The silence is thicker here — not peaceful, exactly, but waiting.

Inside the Inn, there’s warmth. Faint firelight glows against the walls, casting long shadows, softening everything it touches. The others have retreated to corners of rest or reverie. Only you and Astarion remain near the low-burning hearth in the common room, curled together on the worn couch beneath a threadbare blanket.

You hadn’t planned to fall asleep.

You’d been speaking, voices low, laughter occasionally bubbling up between sips of wine and the soothing weight of shared company. Your head had lolled against his shoulder at some point, too tired to pretend you weren’t bone-deep weary after another day of fighting through curse-choked lands. Astarion hadn’t protested. He hadn’t said anything, actually — just froze, barely breathing, as if he thought movement might shatter whatever fragile peace had settled around the two of you.

And then you slept.

Not fully, not all at once — you drifted, your breath slowing against the silk of his shirt, your body relaxing more with each passing second. A soft sigh escaped you, muffled by his chest.

Astarion sat perfectly still.

He should have pulled away. He meant to. That was the polite thing, wasn’t it? You needed real sleep — not awkward half-sprawled naps on someone who didn’t even require the act himself. He told himself he would shift you gently, slide out from under your weight, cover you with the blanket and return to his own corner of the room, alone.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t because your body was warm against his, and your arm had curled instinctively around his waist, and your breath ghosted over the skin of his collarbone in a way that made something inside him ache.

Gods. You’d trusted him enough to sleep here. On him. In a cursed land, surrounded by danger, with a monster wrapped in velvet for a lover — and still, you slept. It undid him more than any confession could.

His eyes roamed your face, soft and unguarded in slumber. You looked young like this. Fragile, in a way he never let himself forget, but now... it felt different. It didn’t make him scoff or detach like it once would have.

Now it made him want to shield you — which was, frankly, ridiculous. You were the one charging through shadowed lands with blade and fire in hand. You were brave, and reckless, and endlessly kind. He was the one who curled his lip at mercy and struck when backs were turned. And yet here you were. Sleeping. Against his heart.

His hand, which had been draped lazily along the back of the couch, slowly shifted, hesitant, and then settled against the curve of your arm — featherlight. He let himself feel your warmth, the solid reality of you. Not a trick. Not a performance. Not something to endure or manipulate. Just you. Breathing. Trusting him.

“I should be better at this,” he whispered to the still air, unsure whether he meant the act of loving or the act of deserving it.

He looked up at the ceiling beams, where firelight flickered against old wood. The sounds of the Inn had quieted completely — no footsteps, no clinking glasses, no murmured conversations. Just the fire, the wind, and your heartbeat. Steady. Human. Maddeningly beautiful in its mortality.

And so, Astarion stayed. Even long after reverie should have taken him. He watched over you as the hours bled into each other. He let the blanket slide further around your shoulders. Let his other hand, eventually, brush through your hair with the most careful touch he could manage — more ritual than affection, more prayer than comfort.

It was absurd, really, how something so small — your sleep-slack mouth with slight drool in the corner, the way you sighed when you shifted closer — could unravel centuries of armor.

But it had. He didn’t say it aloud, of course. Not yet. Not tonight. But there was something in his gaze when he looked down at you. Something ancient and wounded and full of longing.

And, gods help him, something hopeful, too.

Hope you guys enjoyed this, sorry I have been a bit absent I got covid again :( Anyway this soothed my soul writing it and I hope it soothes yours reading it - Seluney xox

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Playing dress up with my favourite wizard again

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Raphael needs to learn personal space.

Inspired by this bug during my Lyviandra play through.

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Is there such a thing as a ship you should feel bad about? Like obviously if both characters are from well fictional worlds it's super whatever. They're fake and made up. But what about like if someone shipped a killer with a random person or like two online personalities together?

There's always "fiction is fiction so don't feel bad!" But like. What is fiction. Does my otp still counting as fiction and is proship safe if I can in theory meet them IRL and they like. hate each other's guts or smth

This is a really fraught issue I feel is way above my paygrade of 0 dollars and 0 cents, especially on a site like Tumblr where bad-faith actors are waiting to pounce on you for any remotely less-than-perfectly-worded statement.

I will say that "feeling bad" is kind of useless, though. If we say that these kinds of things are harmful, then what does "feeling bad" do? At most it might provide the motivation to change behavior, but in that case, it's the changes to behavior we should focus on, not the shame. Unless you're talking about shame as a punishment, but the idea of shame as a punishment limits emotional growth in the first place. People who feel ashamed aren't any likelier to change than others, they're just likelier to hide it. Shame isn't a healthy framework for trying to make people change.

And if we say these kinds of things aren't harmful, then there shouldn't be feelings of shame in any case.

So I think no matter what the verdict on this is, "should they feel bad?" is a useless question. "Is this hurtful conduct that we should encourage people to stop?" is a useful question that can yield actionable items.

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What if Halsin got tied up and the entire party took turns slapping his clit. Mmmhmm

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Imagine that more than anything, you enjoyed, IDK, playing hockey. All you wanted in the world was to be a hockey player.

Now imagine that one day, while traveling with your team, you were in a horrific bus crash. And you jumped into action to save as many of your teammates as you could. You were exhausted but ready to go back to playing in a few days.

Then imagine you got told you actually couldn't. People were so impressed by your first aid skills that you are being made a medic, permanently. And you protest that you don't want to be a medic, but they don't care. They also don't train you in any way to be a medic, you have to learn on the fly, and they don't give you counseling for the trauma of seeing your teammates die either. You've lost the people you care for, you're traumatized, the thing you love most has been taken from you, and you've been forced into a new job you hate with no training and no support, with said job being emotionally draining and often thankless.

Then you get an opportunity to quit being a medic, after years of being forced to be one. You find a willing medic to come take over your ambulance and sprint away at full speed. This isn't playing hockey, it's just ice skating in general, but by that point you're desperate never to be a medic, ever again. You might with time be willing in different circumstances, maybe like training some new medics, but for now you don't want to even think about it.

Then imagine everyone calls you an incompetent buffoon because you were a terrible medic for abandoning your post and because the ambulance corps had fallen apart in between you quitting and you finding a replacement. They repeat over and over again that you being a shitty medic means you're also probably a terrible person and incompetent at everything else you do. That shitty job you were drafted in to with no training, after a terrible trauma, that was never anything but a reminder of the worst day of your life and of how desperately you wished you could be doing literally anything else.

Anyway, that's why I can never take anyone seriously who complains that Halsin was a bad leader at the Grove.

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The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Renaissance fanart

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i get catcalled while out with friends at 1am and i say "excuse me, i actually identify as a transgender man and i would like to utilize my male privilege to avoid this interaction," and he says "oh i'm so sorry sir, i did not mean to invalidate your gender identity, do you know of any women i could harass instead? sorry again for the trouble"

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"trans men can't use tranny, that's a slur for trans women!" "trans men can't use t4t because it was originally meant for trans lesbians!" you sound like a chronically online 14 year old 'queer activist' tiktoker who thinks that bigotry always stays on target and that queerness can be neatly put into boxes

radfems / terfs get blocked on sight. i'm not going to argue with you or try to explain things you don't care to try to understand.