Hey, Lei Lei, Kye almost died, and he wanted his henchmen to leave him alone because he didn't want them to see him in a weak state, but now he's lonely all by himself in his lairs hospital wing
We were wondering if you could keep him company for a while. He just doesn't want to be around a huge group of people
Of course she would
"Yeah, I'm on my way over right now, Zill told me about what happened"
"well...only a part of it but still, I was told"
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I love the dynamic I've made between my recent male character (half elf oathbreaker) and Astarion so, I'm writing their story for myself ha. Just a little piece I'm working on, will post to Ao3 when done, hopefully.
He had a plan. A nice, simple plan.
And his plans usually tend to go his way. There's no fuss, no kinks in the threads of it...Astarion is just that well-versed in following through with them. Of course, it helps when your life depends on executing them with perfection, but then...what's his excuse for them falling apart now?
"Ow!" Astarion flinches back from a slight knock to his forehead, rubbing the area even though it really didn't hurt him all that much, given how gentle the flick actually was.
"Pay attention."
"You little--"
"Well, wouldn't need to resort to violent measures if you actually paid attention to me."
Astarion wants to say he always pays attention to him, that's the damned problem. Instead, he opts for a scowl, rolling his eyes at his current lover, because involving the theatrics was more fun (and safe) than being vulnerable.
Or admitting the truth. Which he has unfortunately come to accept--only to himself, of course. He wasn't that smitten...yet.
"I am paying attention."
"Then repeat what I just said."
"I--," a sigh, long and very drawn out because he was caught deep inside his thoughts just seconds ago. No one can blame him, he was dealing with a very life-altering fact at the moment. One that involved a very tall man, with cute half-point ears and all the build of a leaned, muscled human. Astarion kind of hates the man's parents for making him. What in the nine hells were they thinking creating such a divine mix of traits? Now he remembers using such a line on him months ago, when all were fast asleep in their camp and Astarion was craving his touch more than he cared to admit.
It's as if the gods made you just to ruin me.
It was a silly little game then, where words were just that--words, and any form of pleasure he took from him was strictly for transactional purposes. At least, to his knowledge and even that turned out to be quite the lie towards himself.
"Ow--gods dammit! Stop that." Astarion pouts now, though he hopes it still holds a menacing sneer to it. Judging by the snort of amusement thrown his way, however, he fears not.
"You're doing it again."
"Ugh, gods below--what?" It comes out frustrated, desperate even, because he's too busy musing over a man who is too pretty to pay attention to. That kind of beauty only begs for daydreaming, not reality. He'd apologize for such a vain display of thought but...well, look at him. Anyone would, and have much to his chagrin, stop for a moment to let their imagination run wild.
"That thing where you get this far off look and then proceed to ignore me." It isn't spiteful, more playful and half-amused. Of course, the idiot doesn't take offense to being ignored. He's too damn nice, too easy-going, too...annoyingly perfect. "Astarion, I swear to all the gods--"
Astarion sees it before he gets the chance to flick his forehead again, dodging at the last second and returning the favor twice over with a soft nip to his jawline. Sometimes he's quite content with the little bit of speed and reflex his unfortunate gift has given him.
"Little shit." Kye rubs the area, the site reddening from the trauma but nowhere near deep enough to draw blood. Astarion would never do so when squabbling, it'd be a waste.
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Hello, it's been a minute. Just wanted to post some art I did in class of my DCA AU. So here's some wholesome father and son bonding! The little guy is meant to be my version of Eclipse, but as a kid with his dad, Kye/Killer.
Also! I made humanoid versions! (Mostly because I wanted to draw them but easier, lol.) But hey! I think they turned out great! I love my AU's little Eclipse. He's so precious and cute!
Anyways, just a small post to show I'm not dead, lol. Thanks for viewing! ^ ^
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OC-tober day 10 prompt: colour palette
Pumpkin patch and Tisias with Mordei!Kye from the Dreams of Copper and Snow AU (CopperSMP)
"There was once a legend of a human born without a heart- they didn't mind, for they knew Amatheia loved Her creations, She loved them so much they knew there was enough love in the world already. But that was until they met a kind god, whose love could even surpass that of Amatheia's. They grew so jealous of that love, of that god's heart. 'Why can't I have one of my own' they cried. So in the end she took it for herself"
CAN YOU BELIEVE I WENT 10 DAYS WITHOUT MENTIONING MY CSMP AU!?!!?!?!?!?? Anyways, a green colour palette? I have to use these two right? Otherwise I would be drawing Rena. Again. Without getting into the very complicated DoCaS lore (I mean for the Copper timeline I have a masterpost here), in both timelines Kye ends up having her heart replaced with that of Tisias, her mentor and closest friend in her early life. The funny thing about Mordei!Kye (Gold timeline) is that because of a horrible case of misunderstanding/miscommunication she ends up killing him herself and taking that heart for herself. I am sure this definitely won't have any bad ramifications. Worst part of it all? He'd willingly give them his heart in any timeline even when asked upfront. And in every timeline his love will always be a curse for her. The horror of love am i right?
From bweirdart's OC-tober prompt:
While I am doing this challenge mostly to keep an archive of my characters on tumblr (and to incentivise myself to draw them), if you, person stumbling upon this post, are curious and wanna learn more, my askbox is open >:3c
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Return to Dust
Years after the Second Battle of Hoover Dam, the Mojave has gone to hell. The Courier and Arcade barely managed to escape with their lives, and have settled into a calm life living in Boneyard.
That is, until they are asked to return to the Mojave. To check up on the lost Followers expedition and gather evidence against the person who had a direct hand in destroying the Mojave.
But of course, nothing ever goes as planned.
Link!
This is a story based on the mod Fallout: Dust! I've been wanting to write this for over a year and have finally bit the bullet, so please come read it!
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