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csuitebitches · 1 year

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Skiing - a beginner’s guide

I first went skiing in Switzerland with my friends nearly 10 years ago and I loved it. The feeling of the wind on my face, the speed, the adrenaline- it was exhilarating.

I’ve compiled a basic list of ski events, a semi-scandalous article and some of the best destinations in the world as well as some budget friendly ones.

Socialite ski events:

Snowboxx:

Since it launched in 2013, winter festival Snowboxx has been growing in popularity - and it involves flying out to the Alps for a week-long ski party. It takes place in Avoriaz ski resort, Morzine, France each March, and this year saw a superstar lineup of artists performing in the mountains, including ex-Radio 1 DJ Annie Mac, Becky Hill, Jax Jones, Sonny Fodera and Andy C.

The combination of partying to some of the world's best DJs, with the unusual day-activites of skiing and snowboarding, are making many turn away from the summer festival circuit in favour of the winter one.

Hahnenkamm, Kitzbühel , Austria:

The Hahenekamm ski race weekend in Kitzbühel is arguably the biggest alpine ski event in the world. The world’s best take on the iconic Streif downhill track, which is historically the toughest ski race track on the World Cup circuit. A lot of the speed skiers consider winning races here as a bigger honour than the Olympics. As a spectator, the atmosphere is electric with fans around the world admiring some breathtaking ski racing.

X Games, Aspen, USA:

The world’s best freestyle skiers and snowboarders compete annually in Aspen. The event is a prestigious honour to win amongst action sports athletes and has propelled careers. Spectating the event is excellent because you can see most of the action from the viewing areas. The halfpipe events in particular are excellent to watch for this reason.

European Snow Pride, Tignes, France:

Tignes is home to Europe’s biggest gay ski week, with the European Snow Pride. Each day has a theme with nights of brit-pop to superhero days. Many international DJs are invited to play each evening party in the resort’s local clubs and bars.

Slightly scandalous tales: Things I Never Knew About Skiing Until I Was a Private Instructor in Aspen

Really interesting read. I was thoroughly entertained.

Popular ski destinations:

1. Whistler Blackcomb, Canada

Whistler makes it onto pretty much every ‘World Top 10’ list when it comes to ski resorts

2. Niseko, Japan

Located on the northern island of Hokkaido, this Japanese skiing destination is a snow-covered paradise. With a huge 15 metres of average snowfall, it’s no wonder that Niseko is the country’s premier ski resort.

3. Zermatt, Switzerland

As the highest resort in the Alps, it’s got the views. The incredible peak of the Matterhorn can be seen from just about anywhere on the slopes! It also boasts the greatest vertical drop in Switzerland, and there’s all year round skiing at the Matterhorn Glacier.

4. Courchevel, France

The resort is a part of the world’s largest alpine ski area, offering more than 600 kilometres of terrain and interconnected ski runs across 10 summits. The snow here is well-groomed, and there’s a legendary black run that’s considered to be one of the trickiest in the world.

5. Cortina D’Ampezzo, Italy

Known only to the most dedicated, well-travelled skiers prior to the 1956 Winter Olympics, Cortina is a hidden gem in Italy’s Dolomite Mountains.

6. Baqueira-Beret, Spain

It may be a surprising destination for skiing, but Baqueira-Beret in Spain is one of the best places in Europe where you’ll find value for money for a ski holiday. You’ll be able to find affordable accommodation as well as some of the finest tapas restaurants in the country.

7. Ylläs, Finland

The arctic landscapes of Lapland are perfect for skiing. If you dream of snow-dusted trees, the magic of the Northern Lights, or the glow of the midnight sun, Ylläs is a unique winter resort that you won’t want to miss. As Finland’s largest ski resort, it’s got everything you need.

Budget friendly destinations

1. Vogel, Slovenia

An ideal spot for couples or families, this Slovenian spot is a truly beautiful and peaceful ski area. Overlooking Lake Bohinj, Vogel is part of the Triglav national park.

2. Livigno, Italy

Duty-free zone Livigno offers excellent slopes for intermediate skiers. But advanced skiers and snowboarders will be kept busy too – especially if they’re keen to explore off piste.

3. Poiana-Brasov, Romania

Poiana Brasov is Romania’s biggest mountain resort and certainly one of the nicest. The fairytale slopes, flanked by pine trees, are the perfect place to take your skis. With more than 24km of ski runs, there’s plenty to explore.

4. South Korea -Muju Deogyusan Resort

Muju Deogyusan Resort in Jeolla province is only 3 hours away from Seoul. So, if you want to spend your holiday skiing and still enjoy the city of Seoul, this is the place to go.

5. Niseko Ski Resort

Located in Hokkaido, Japan, Niseko Ski Resort boasts a total of four different resorts but with linked ski area. A single pass would give you access to all four resorts. One of the resorts, Mt. Resort Grand Hirafu has been officially named as Japan’s number one snow resort due to the wide array of activities offered.

6. India - Gulmarg

Gulmarg is a rare gem in the Himalayans that will undoubtedly take your breath away with its picturesque beauty. However, skiing in Gulmarg, Kashmir is not for the weak-hearted as the terrains are not suitable for beginners - to add to that, the ski lifts carry you to the highest point in the Himalaya at 13, 780 feet!

7. China - Nanshan Ski Resort

80km away from Beijing, Nanshan Ski Resort is perfect for skiing and snowboarding as the snow are neither too hard nor too soft.

#c suite #powerful woman #strong women #ceo aesthetic #personal growth #that girl #productivity #q/a #getting your life together #balance #skiing #sports #socialite

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anonnnimaaa · 4 months

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Why does the main couple of Alice in Borderland have so many similarities with Aruani? LET'S ANALYZE WITH ANÓNIMA

Similarities between Armin and Arisu:

1. They are both extremely intelligent and at first are not able to see their potential, they always depended on their friends to believe in themselves. Examples: When Armin convinced the troops that Eren was not an enemy thanks to Eren and Mikasa's motivation and when Arisu won his first game thanks to Karube telling him that he would get them out of there.

2. Both had survivor syndrome, as a result of these events, in the case of Armin when he received the serum on Erwin and in Arisu's case after overcoming the game of tag. They both have low self-esteem and, in the case of Arisu in that game, he also blames himself for not thinking of a better solution, since logic and strategy was always his strong suit and he desperately wanted to protect his friends, do you think? remember someone?

3. Both go through a period of wanting to die and hating life, they are constantly thinking about sacrifice for the good of others, we see this facet of Arisu more developed in the second season (the game of the king of clubs) while with Armin remains persistent throughout the anime.

4. They have been seen planning strategies with their respective teams, being the ones who organize what will be done next and give the respective orders, they influence others thanks to their great intellect, ability to speak that they develop thanks to the fact that they acquire more confidence in themselves. People listen to them and admire them, they also expect them to be the ones with the answers and they put responsibilities on them that they feel unworthy of most of the time.

Similarities between Usagi and Annie:

1. They are very reserved girls, they hardly open up to anyone easily, although if you break their shell you can see that they are a teddy bear. This shell is born because they have Daddy issues, Usagi because her negligent father preferred to climb the mountain rather than stay with his daughter, and Annie because Mr. Leonhart's son of a bitch treated her as if she were a weapon.

2. Because of these, the two women believe that the only one they can trust is their father. However, due to the trauma, they both begin to feel more alive when they are away from home, Usagi in Borderland, because she does not have to feel that her father abandoned her, and Annie in Paradise, away from her father's abuse. For both of them, their father in almost the entire series is their reason for being and acting.

3. They are both athletic, again due to the influence of their dads. However, they never leave behind their intelligence or their human senses despite wanting to be lone wolves. Usagi shows great empathy for those around them and despite her traumas and believing that at first she had to be alone to survive, she manages to open up and give life another chance. Annie is shown to be kind in Paradise, saving several comrades she had to betray and in the end, returning to save the world, because atoning for her sins and having a new beginning becomes more important than her father.

4. Both Usagi and Annie are the only ones who manage to motivate Arisu and Armin. Not only do they look for answers in them, but they challenge them and make them rethink things, making their romantic interests grow thanks to that.

#armin arlert #aruani #annie leonhart #aot #armin x annie #alice in borderland #arisu ryohei #usagi yuzuha #similarities #analysis

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justporo · 8 months

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Down, down the rabbithole

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Part 7

Author's Note:Not sure how I feel about this chapter, so I'm very interested in what you think - also I have for the time being nothing more already written. Now we just go with the flow. (Also Edgar Allan Poe gets quoted in this one, please all thank @megschaef98 for advising me on that with her expertise; poems cited in order of appearance: For Annie, Annabel Lee and To One in Paradise)

Astarion and Tav venture further into the darker (and naughtier) corners of this grand event.

Songs: Cup Runneth Over - Kiki Rockwell Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Rating: Explicit Warnings: use of drugs, light smut, mentions of sex, gambling, basically a lot of sinful behaviour

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Astarion’s thumb wandered softly over your entwined fingers and he threw you a worried glance as you left the room and closed in on a giant hallway and staircase.

“Are you alright, my love?”, he asked softly. You nodded as you already felt the heavy feeling lift the further away you got from the siren and her song. Your heart that had felt gripped and dragged under by the siren’s magic slowly rising to the top again.

You simply nodded and kept walking but stopped in front of the stairs.

One set of stairs led up, the other leading down was roped-off. And from somewhere to the right a busy stream of servants kept coming with heavy trays and others came in with their empty ones – seemingly the kitchen was nearby.

You quickly slid your empty bowl on one of the passing servers’ empty trays before you turned to Astarion. “You want to keep going, darling?”, you asked the vampire and grabbed one of his hands as you tried to steady yourself mentally as well as physically to keep going. You surely had seen much worse on your adventures and wouldn’t be intimidated by some rich assholes getting some of what they deserved.

Astarion simply bowed gracefully and motioned towards the stairs leading to the next level of the manor. There was still a bit of worry in his eyes but he knew full well there was no use in arguing with you when you had already decided to keep going.

You went up the stairs as your descent into the depths was only just beginning.

The two of you ventured deeper into the mansion and quickly realised that the place was genuinely a maze. The rooms were smaller here, darker too and more quiet – but the mood was by no means less frivolous or extravagant. Quite to the contrary. The further and deeper you wandered into this estate the more derailed it seemed to get.

You could barely describe a difference between different chambers now though – there were too many. By leaving one and entering the next you’d already forgotten what it had looked like, merely remembering whatever it had been that was happening in there.

Starting off still quite normally was a room in which people danced intimately to the music of a smooth and rather quiet string quartet – some half-naked sole dancers in between them twirling on their own and seemingly cheering on the other guests to loosen up even more.

In another chamber only lit by candles on the floor a tiefling pianist played an affectingly sad sonata while an elven woman in only a thin white dress was laying atop the grand piano and kept reaching out her hands to the artist. Streaks of black from her displaced makeup covered her cheeks. All around people sat on the floor and wept with her as the sad melody went on seemingly forever.

In a very busy and bustling room round tables stood all around and people were gambling with dice and cards. People screamed as much in joy for a stroke of luck as in rage over a lost hand. They moaned for a fortune lost or a high-brow risk that was taken. Gold was stacked high on every table, on some even jewels and pieces of paper that probably were worth much more than any other stack of physical fortune. Hands full of rings clawed into the shoulders of players and you even saw one woman slap her partner as he burrowed his face in his hands after he revealed what must’ve been a majorly losing hand. The woman left in a rush as the man’s opponent laughed and slapped his fist onto the table making the glasses on it jump.

Somewhere else guests were quite obviously high out of their mind laying around on the floor and the furniture while thick and sickly-sweet smoke filled up the whole room and made you both almost immediately cough. Someone was brabbling to themselves in a corner, someone else laughing like they had gone mad while clawing at their clothes.

“Dreammist”, Astarion whispered silently, nose scrunching up, and he quickly dragged you out of the room.

You came across so much more unimaginable sinful debauchery and manifestations of dark urges you were soon lost for words to describe them: almost everywhere in the darkest corners people were getting it on. Really no one seemed not drunk or high out of their mind.

And servants still kept offering more drinks – and even the staff seemed more derailed here: some of them barely clothed anymore. And you were sure at least once you saw someone wearing uniform making out with guests too – not that you were to judge anyone.

Then there even had been someone rooms you hadn’t even wanted or dared to venture into – like the one where you had been sure you’d heard the growls of a large animal that surely did not belong inside a house or anywhere close to a city or when you had walked past a partly closed door from which only breathy moans and cries had come from (“Well, I guess we know what that room is for”, had been Astarion’s sole comment on that). Some areas were locked – surely the lord of the estate must not want to have someone barf on his correspondence on accident in his study or enjoy the comfort of their lover’s arms in his own private bed.

But what you had found interesting and entertaining at first had changed into more of a feeling of uneasiness and you had grabbed Astarion’s hand harder as you had continued your descent into the more and more unhinged circles of this event.

As you came to a place where a poet was reciting his dark and haunting works while being covered in what you could only hope was fake blood and his audience hung on his every word you took a break from your wandering. At least here felt reasonably normal enough to catch a breather. You looked at your soulmate and noticed how Astarion’s gaze was always cautiously observing everyone. He did not seem shocked by all of this and of course he’d made quite some of his usual suggestive comments as you had ventured forth, but you could feel the tension beneath it. Also, you had noticed how he had always been impossibly close to you the further you had gone, sometimes even protectively putting an arm around your shoulders and without words insisting on quickly leaving a chamber.

Like the one where an incubus who wasn’t even hiding his true nature had been fed fruit by admirers – of all ages, genders and races - sitting all around him, desperate to be the one offering the next piece, their hands wandering everywhere over his nearly naked body while he commanded them with a single word or a flick of his hand. From the moment on the two of you had entered the room his eyes had been boring into you, his pointy tail swishing around playfully as he took you in first. His gaze wandering up and down your body slowly, making you feel exposed. His eyes lingering especially long on your neckline before Astarion got the same treatment.

“Well, aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes?”, he spoke to you with a smooth deep voice. “Care to join?”, he continued with a grin and with one wave of his hand commanding everyone around him to get off him. The demon was really only clad in some leather pants that very prominently showed off the bulge between his legs he had started stroking as he had kept his eyes on you and Astarion. “I could make it worth your while, I promise”, he had murmured while he angled his head and licked over his pointy bared teeth.

The whole encounter had reminded you way too much of your meeting with Haarlep and how incredibly unsettling it had been to deal not only with him but Raphael too. Fair to say you’ve had your fair share of devils and demons for a while now.

“Sorry”, Astarion had responded nonchalantly with his usual smirk although you could feel that underneath he was as tense as a bow string. “I really already have my hands full with just this feisty one.” He patted your butt softly.

And you had turned to him and stared at him in disbelief while he had grinned at the incubus as if he was merely talking to just some normal guy. “I did not just hear you call me feisty in this situation, Astarion?” You slapped his chest – quite forcefully.

The demon gave a low and rumbly chuckle. “I see”, he had said and with a snap his admirers had returned to roam his body with their hands. “But if you ever change your mind…” He had left the sentence unfinished, his gaze again boring into you until you felt almost stripped naked in front of him and Astarion had protectively placed his hand on your shoulder and quickly led you out of the room.

So now you stood in the back of another dimly lit room and listened to this poet theatrically presenting some of his poems: “The moaning and the groaning, The sighing and the sobbing, Are quieted now, With that horrible throbbing.” He enunciated every word carefully, his tone and conduct underlining the meaning of his words – it was quite a thing to watch and listen to.

People sat and stood around the artist in a half circle, the performance area marked by some small cold, bright mage lights that were the only light source in this room. The sharp illumination from below then made the performance of the poet even more ghostly.

Astarion and you were both leaning against the wall in the back, observing the show in companiable silence.

A servant came buy offering you brightly green drinks in small crystal flutes – the colour of the beverage even visible in the pale and broken lighting in the back where you stood. You grabbed one for yourself and one for Astarion, feeling that you could use some more buzz to keep up with everything you had seen and experienced.

But Astarion quickly grabbed the glasses from you before you could take a sip. “Ah ah ah”, he made and gave them a quick whiff. And only then did he hand you back a glass.

“What was that about?”, you asked him softly as the pale elf took a small sip from the narrow glass.

“Do you know what this is?”

“Should I?” You eyed the drink suspiciously now – the colour suddenly looked a little too much like something that might put you in a coma; or worse. Suddenly you weren’t so keen on trying it anymore.

Astarion snickered and took another sip.

“This is Absinth or green fairy as some call it.” He rolled his eyes at the expression before he continued: “A drink that was hugely popular like a century ago – mostly with artists, poets and musicians. And one would assume that was because it was quite often enriched with hallucinogenic drugs.” Your eyes widened at the vampire.

“And I don’t think you’d like to lose control and start seeing even more things, eh? Not tonight and not in this place at least”, he continued. And you sure as all Hells agreed. “This is fine though, it’s just alcohol – although you’ll probably find it still packs quite the punch”, Astarion finished and gave a little laugh.

Cautiously you sniffed at your glass and felt how it immediately singed your nose. “Dear Gods”, you whispered. You surely had had your fair share of really bad alcoholic drinks in your life – living as a thief and on the streets most definitely did not come with lots of fancy champagne. But this really was something else.

So you went with what you had learnt was the most efficient way of getting stuff like this down: you took a deep breath, held it and then threw the drink back in one single go. You felt it burn down your throat and immediately find its way into your nose too. You shuddered, groaned and were sure you could almost immediately feel its effects.

Astarion looked at you with a mix of disgust, worry and admiration on his face. “Impressive”, he commented and took another tiny sip of his drink.

“Thanks, played a lot of horrific drinking games when I was younger”, you replied as you pinched your nose to soothe the burning there and couldn’t suppress another full body shiver.

“Well, remind me to never try to drink you under a table”, Astarion quipped and finished his Absinth.

You put your empty glasses onto a tray of a bypassing servant and each grabbed one more drink. You downed yours again in one single movement and watched and laughed as Astarion tried to do the same but almost started to cough because of the sheer amount of burning liquid that went down his throat. And you kept laughing as Astarion mumbled something about being “too old for this kind of shit” under his breath.

Right then you could really feel a pleasant and soothing buzz settling in. You leaned your head back again and watched as Astarion did the same: the way his eyes rolled to catch yours being just a tad slower than normal and making you think that he was probably feeling the same effects of the alcohol setting in. You concentrated on the performance again.

The poet was on his knees now, screaming his lines and hitting the hardwood floor with his fists: “So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up, in a sepulchre, In this kingdom by the sea.”

He’d already broken the skin on his hands and blood splattered around him. And you suddenly weren’t as sure anymore that the other blood on him wasn’t real.

You turned to watch Astarion as he observed the performance – he seemed not quite super interested but not completely oblivious as well.

And maybe it was the alcohol, but you just kept drinking in the vampire’s profile with your eyes right then and there. And unlike the drinks you took your time with it. Watched how his lips moved when he rolled the tongue in his move. Saw how his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed. Observed how a muscle in his jaw ticked and his eyebrow twitched.

His features were illuminated by the few light sources in the room – just the mage lights in the front: his straight aristocratic nose, his soft lips, the soft lines around the corner of his mouths and around his eyes that deepened when he smirked at you, one soft curl falling onto his forehead and his eyes that more often than not lingered on you. You could get lost in his features every time you looked at him.

And obviously you had when you realised, Astarion had been looking at you out of the corners of his eyes without turning his head. He’d let you stare on purpose – sly bastard.

“Like what you see?”, he drawled.

You huffed and watched the poet again who was momentarily clawing at his own throat: “The light of Life is o’er! No more – no more – no more – “. Some of the audience had now even joined him in his cries of anguish.

“You still need confirmation?”, you asked, your eyes still on the dramatic show unfurling.

“I’ll never get enough of you saying it, darling.”

With your head still on the wall you turned to Astarion again. He mirrored you, eyes watching you as intently now as he’d been watching everyone around priorly.

“You’re the most beautiful creature the Gods have ever created, Astarion. My life has become more just by you being in it. I’d rather die and bury myself in the darkest dungeon than waste a moment of my life not being with you”, you whispered confidently.

Your vampire’s lips parted at your confession and his pupils widened until they almost blotted out the red in his eyes: “My love, it’s rude to try and upstage the artist with your own show of poetry.”

You laughed at that – this was the second time he’d called you a poet tonight. “Well, my muse is just that inspirational. I can’t help it.”

“Maybe it was the Absinthe after all though”, Astarion whispered, lowering his head and looking at you through his lashes almost.

“Maybe you should just shut up”, you whispered back and grabbed his face then. Crushing your lips onto his and immediately slipping your tongue into his mouth as soon as he allowed it. You crept closer to him, one hand clawed into the front of his doublet. Astarion moaned into your open mouth as you thought that this place and this atmosphere was finally getting the best of you.

In this moment you were more than ready to become one of those other couples you had seen everywhere before: naughtily rubbing yourself against your lover, stealing more and more kisses – and maybe even more.

But the vampire broke the kiss sometime after you had pressed your body against his. “Later, my love. I won’t share you with anyone else. Even if it’s only looks”, he whispered to you huskily, still so close his breath brushed over your face. He smirked at you though, his eyes promising rewards later on if you behaved now.

“Fair enough – because I don’t want to share either”, you replied with a wicked grin and leaned back against the wall again. Maybe the second ‘green fairy’ had almost been too much. Astarion kept staring at you though, obviously enjoying it way too much when you became almost feral for him. You let him sit with his own fantasies for the time being.

As you tried to cool the rising heat in you, you thought about the evening so far. Never had you imagined that this would be it. Lots of alcohol and sinful behaviour? Yes. Excess and careless display of unjustified wealth? Yes. But this had went far beyond your wildest expectations. You thought about what you had come across so far – the incubus, the siren, but even more: the people completely out of their minds – be it drugs or lust or other dark urges.

“You don’t seem fazed by all this”, you said to Astarion after a while, one hand lazily indicating all of the festivities.

“No, not really”, he answered. “You wouldn’t believe how quickly ‘nobles’ lose all sense of dignity if presented with the chance. I’ve seen it happen way too often during Cazador’s festivities.” He rolled his eyes and waved his hand in a dismissive gesture.

“Yes, but…”, you were lost for words. “This is different than what I thought. I’ve been drunk out of my mind before. But this… Seems like something people go into and might not come out of on the other side.”

The vampire shrugged. “You’re not wrong, my love. But for most it is just some hours lost, maybe a good amount of gold and most of their dignity. And then they eat up their shame and come back for another round. And yes, there are those that lose themselves to their hungers – be it lust, be it greed or something else. But I can assure you it’s mostly those that have already been rotten.”

He almost spat out the last words, the corners of his mouth drawn down as he kept watching the poet’s performance. His red eyes far away though, obviously thinking of countless memories proving his point. As much as you wanted to agree with Astarion a tiny shred of you couldn’t help but feel sorry for these people.

Then you remembered dog lady and her friends – and your sympathy quickly vanished.

“Although I have to admit this is quite the impressive display and variety of offered sins, this must’ve cost a kingdom – and maybe a soul or two”, Astarion said after some time and gave a chuckle.

“And”, he continued and turned to you while dramatically lifting an eyebrow, “have you noticed that there were some vampires about? Just spawns though – probably looking for some easy prey.”

That surely sobered you up quickly. You lifted your head off the wall: “What?”

Astarion’s face split into a feral grin: “Yes of course – I spotted some right when we entered the ballroom. And more when we kept wandering around.”

You stared at him with an open mouth: “You can’t be serious! And you only tell me this now?”

“It’s not like it’s unusual, my sweet. You’d be surprised how heavily undermined Baldur’s Gate’s – or probably every metropolis’ – high society is with bloodsuckers – and I mean the literal ones for once. Might just be that their master has tasked them with bringing some dinner home”, Astarion continued and gave one of his high-pitched chuckles.

You could barely believe your ears. “And do you think they’ve noticed you as well?”

“Most likely, my dear, but it’s usually a gentleman’s agreement to keep quiet about it, so hush, my heart”, he said and switched to a whisper halfway through. He lifted a single long finger to his lips and shushed. Right now, you weren’t sure if he might be starting to actually be drunk or if he actually was serious.

“You’d be surprised how often you might’ve come across a vampire without even noticing, my sweet. Not everyone’s as open about it as me” – he grinned, showing his fangs – “and surely these are not the only wolves among this herd of sheep tonight”, he finished.

You kept looking at your vampire and swallowed heavily, unsure of what to say about his ominous words. You surely would have noticed if you had come across a vampire before – right?

“Oh, don’t make that face, my love, you have me to keep you protected, don’t you?”, Astarion continued and suddenly sounded a lot more serious again. He wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you close to him, then he grabbed one of your hands and placed it on his chest.

“I promise you, my darling love, anyone who dares to hurt you will have my dagger stuck in their throat faster than they’ll think better of it.” His crimson eyes lit up with the promise as he solemnly made his vow to you. He covered your hand on his chest with his own and sealed the deal with a kiss that was even more eager and passionate than his words.

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im-so-tired52 · 2 months

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His Favorite Alibi- Prolouge/ Chapter one

Here it is! What was Alastor Like on earth? What if he had a family? What if he lost them?

CW: Alastor being a scheming ass, mentions of racism, hinted SA, foreshadowing of anti social tendencies, foreshadowing of poor mental heath, hints of child abuse and domestic partner violence (Alastor had a bad childhood), foreshadowing Alastor's 'hobby'

Characters: Alastor Hartfelt; Violet Marjorie Bellamy. (Wife OC) Mentions of: Charlie Morningstar; Alastor's mom (what should we call her???); and Annie Jane Hartfelt (Daughter OC)

Word count- 791

This is kinda short but i wrote it in one go in the middle of the night. sorry. Feedback encouraged! Asks are open also for any plot suggestions!!

Key:

Current day Alastor is reminiscing back on his family

Alastor is being a scheming ass

Current times in Hell

Current times in Heaven

Annie is reminiscing Violet is reminiscing

Prologue:

All things considered, Alastor has been very well restrained the last hundred years. Had he massacred thousands? Obviously. But, he had, till now, left them alone. And that was rather impressive considering everything in him wanted to burn those pearly gates to the ground to see his Darlings. No amount of time treating Charlie as a daughter could replace Annie fully. And Nobody could replace Violet, as it was an anomaly he ever fell for her to begin with, and nothing could replicate her.

So one can imagine dear Charlotte's return from heaven, mentioning passingly of a young girl who looked like an Angelic Alastor... That was the last straw. How long could he honestly be expected to allow the separation? Surely they were miserable too! Yeah it was Heaven, but his girls couldn't possibly find it as paradise while forced apart from him!

There had to be a way to get them down here, because it was obvious he was never getting into Heaven... Yes... He would have to bring them to hell... Violet and Annie will have to forgive him.

Chapter One: The nuisance

He had met Violet as small children. They were about six, and he must admit his dear wife was at first, a pain in his side. That bubbly personality, the joy, her naivety, the empathy and kindness. It was not farther from what he was used to in the 1910's as a mixed child, a bastard child. Yet Violet was an angel from day one, wanting to make him happy and loved. Satan, it was so off putting!

She saw his light from day one, regardless of if it wasn't very bright. To Violet he was as bright and wonderful as the stars. He envied her ability to see the good. He told himself for two years he hated how she followed him around, too young and oblivious to understand he didn't like her. He lied to himself and called her a pest. But no, he knew... he liked the small girl. His sunny idiot, oblivious to cruelty.

She was actually rather academically intelligent... He had a rival, a rival that saw him as her best friend. Honestly had she no better friends? No? She really liked him. she was stupidly determined to befriend him from the start of first grade. Fine, he gave her a chance. Lucky too, because she was the best thing he'd ever found.

By age eight they were inseparable. His mother or Mr. Bellamy even caught them sleeping against a tree after playing too hard in the Bayou on multiple occasions. Violet's head on his shoulder, Alastor protectively guarding his sleeping friend. No animal or human would dare harm her.

By twelve, Violet called her grumpy boy her best friend, although she started realizing her feelings. She kept it to herself. Alastor considered her his closest friend as well, he'd do anything to keep that sweet smile on her face. after a while he smiled consistently too, he admired Violet. If that smile was part of what made her so her, he wanted in on it. Plus it hid his troubles, and he didn't want Violet involved. He could handle it himself...

As teens, people teased them for supposedly dating, even though they weren't. She didn't understand what would be wrong with it if they did, because there wasn't really. But it was the 20's, Racism was quite common. Once she realized that was the 'issue' their peers had, he saw Violet angry for the first time, as she told off an older boy for treating 'Her Al' so poorly over such a stupid thing. He had to admit, that may have been the beginning of his feelings. Seeing her bravery and her loyalty to him... Now that would be the minimum in a way, to say 'stop it', but back then? That was her putting her reputation on the line.

His new feelings were... unwelcome. No, he did not do the romance crap. That was his friend, nothing more! But in adulthood that went out the window as she began going on dates with others, to those damn underground bars... Jealousy, old friend, latched on to his dear Violet. Nobody should honestly blame him for what happened when they were 22. He saw the man Violet seemed to like pushing her boundaries. She luckily handled it well and got away, but Alastor wasn't letting that slide. He handled the pervert similar to how he delt with his father in high school. From then on his hobby focused on the scum of the earth. After all, it kept his loved ones safe... First his mother, then Violet was helped.

That night had settled it, he was going to court her. For her safety of course...

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