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[byte-ing]

Hey, so I reeeaally liked Clinical trial.

had a headache and I guess that resulted on me drawing them kissing.. mwa mwa

More doodles below :

I really liked Lee and Angel...

[ohsunshine]

extremely serious call out post for @byteing for being MEAN TO ME >:(

[saturnmused]

@byteing asked: WHO'S THE MASTER OF UNLOCKING NOW , HUH?

❝ you can be such a drag, astarion, ❞ the cleric says with a roll of their eyes & a simple look in his direction. a look which speaks to their intent, & confidence in position ; if he's challenging her, he must know that there will be consequences. ❝ gloating truly doesn't suit you. ❞ there's something so ugly about it in valentina's opinion ; & she doesn't often curtail her thoughts just because someone else has been offended. ❝ it does you well to keep your guard up, but you needn't do it with me. i can see right through you, whether you like it or not. in fact, especially then. ❞

[asoulofstars]

There is always just a sense of freedom, joy, and love that comes with writing with @byteing. Some of my absolute best writing has come out of my threads or memes or just vague dynamic ideas with Byte, and I’m so, so grateful for our friendship and the ways that Byte has made me a better writer and a better person. Truly an inspiration on the regular.

[dacelonovae]

💋 i think your astarion and my g'raha should kiss somehow. right now, actually.

He has been watching the group for a while, now.

Each and every one of them is more than meets the eye, that is certain, carrying themselves in a self-assured way that contrasts with the habitual business and tired familiarity of the rest of the inn's patrons. But one member of the group interests him in particular -- the lone shock of red hair standing out, the tip of his tail calmly twitching from side to side.

Astarion prides himself in his ability to read people, but this one is a puzzle he can't quite put together. He looks young, and there's an air of restlessness about him that matches his appearance; but there is something else there, as well. An...attentiveness. A depth that Astarion can't help but be curious about.

So when the figure finally parts from his group to speak to the woman at the counter, Astarion abandons his untouched flagon and follows suit, stepping up alongside him.

The moment his business with the proprietress is finished, Astarion slides his hand over to take the strangers', and lift it up to his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to his fingers.

"Hello there, darling," he--well--purrs. "Who might you be?"

[endlcssdesiire]

a random thing because i adore you @byteing. | for dream 2.0

" . . . " there is a fraught sense of anxious expectation within them, as they observe their younger-elder brother for the first time. it may not have been their hand by which it was slain, but they'd made no secret how they wanted it's demise. to bring him down several pegs. perhaps even, to get a brother that LOVED them again. " what is it like, having mortal memories? " so they choose peace, this first time.

[evcryopeneye]

@byteing asked: “Oh—and, happy birthday.” Viktor cleared his throat as he extended an envelope to Kate, brow furrowed slightly. “It’s…just a card, I didn’t know what else—anyway, take it.”

He’d lied: it wasn’t just a card. Inside the envelope, within the card, was a tiny mechanical butterfly that would open its wings and flutter around once released.

"Oh-" she is caught off guard, she wasn't expecting anything...most people forgot about her birthday, it was overshadowed by a bigger festival - that she just kind of accepted. If anything she looked at it as a positive, it meant there was always going to be a party to go to on her birthday.

"You didn't have to, thank you." Her thanks is sincere, she opens it carefully, expecting a small folded piece of card and maybe a nice message....what she found was something more. For a moment she froze, before blue eyes locked onto the little mechanical creature and she gasped. Eyes tracing its flight path through the air with awe and joy.

It might have been one of the nicest things someone had ever done for her. Small yes, but clearly a work of art, and it represented something you couldn't really put a price on, the time someone spent on you.

"Thats - did you?"

[powerfought]

@byteing asked : “ Locked tight , but  there  must  be  some  way  to  open  it.”  [  astarion  @  cazador.  the  precursor  to  becoming  an  excellent  lockpicker  perhaps.  ]

" there must be , and yet , here we are. " ruby hues fixed on the gorgeous man sat at his feet , a gold-trimmed , aged jewelry box in his hands , the vampire lord opens a drawer of his desk. he rummages for a moment before drawing out a tool — clearly well-loved but equally cared for — and offering it to the spawn. " if you are to be of any use to me and your siblings , you ought to start perfecting your skills. picking locks is as good a place to start as any. "

once the lockpick is taken from his grasp , cazador's hand begins gently combing through astarion's waves. a soft hum sounds in his throat , reveling in just how soft , how sweet his newest acquisition is. hopefully , he turns out to be a good investment in the long term. " go on — you will not break it. that thing is older than me , if you can believe it. let us see how you fare without instruction first. impress me , astarion. "

[chitteringbeast]

❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ [ hi astarion is here to flirt with lark. unfortunately. ]

The thought of travel was tempting to the dragonborn after being cooped up in one area of swamp for as long as he had. Guarding it from...well...practically nothing since most wouldn't dare mess with a seven foot beast of a man. It wasn't like there were gold or riches where he was. Just a lone, beat up old shack on the small little island.

Even now, with his mother being so far away in Baldurs Gate, he could hear her voice echoing around in his head. This land is important. Don't you dare leave it undefended.

Lark missed his family, as awful as they were (not that he would ever admit they were awful) and wanted to see them again. So it was how he found himself with this strange band of...infected? He wasn't infected himself and he had very little knowledge of mindflayers aside from bad. So, of course, he was wary of them. Setting up his beat up old tent away from the group and near the water.

Over time he realized they were just messed up people like him in a messed up situation. His eyes flicked to the group of them talking, tuned out a little as he just observed the way they spoke and interacted. Of course when those red eyes from Astarion locked on him he finally registered that he was commenting about him.

He grunted, brow scrunching a little in confusion, "What?" He had never been flirted with before. "What exception?"

[suffcring]

❝ The murdered do haunt their murderers. ❞ [ long john @ Darcy :) ]

She licks her teeth like a dog with peanut butter, like she can take the grit of sand from her mouth and the dank taste of rotting seaweed from it's permanent permanence out of the air, grotesque and heavy with salt.

It follows him, in her dreams -- the sleeping and the waking, and sometimes Darcy can't tell the difference anymore. There's a warm body next to her, but she can't remember their name, can't even remember the gender of her one-night-partner.

They all kind of blur, in the aftermath of being left in favor of the addictive embrace of violence. Again.

"Well, that's a whole bunch of bullshit."

Harsh whisper; she doesn't want whoever it is next to her to hear her, but she can always play at sleep-talking. Long John is still a nightmare, either way you slice it.

And he does.

Slice it.

--In every direction he can. Her mother used to wonder where she learned to wield her tongue like a blade; how could Beth have known that Darcy's words were sharpened against the same blade as a ghost?

"Otherwise you'd be up some other loser's ass, and I could sleep a full night without yapping at a pirate."

[byte-ing]

Comfort ♡

[ohsunshine]

Tabitha so pretty it’s honestly intimidating, even now.

Mykonos doesn’t have to lean up or down to kiss her, which is nice; they just have to cup her beautiful face in their pale hands and lean in, feeling themselves turn all kinds of interesting shades of thrilled.

So. This is new. Tabitha's never been particularly romantic, but she's always considered herself open-minded, and this is a dream, after all. If a pretty, pale angel wants to kiss her, she's not going to say no.

She is going to sink her long fingers into lush, fluttering feathers, wondering at the softness of both the feathers and their lips. In everything, Tabitha is gentle but forward, easy-going but curious. This is no different. It's nice. She knows without even really needing to think about it that it's not going to go any further, but that's more than fine. She's passed more than a few hours making out with various friends over the years, so this can just be that.

Carefully, she shifts them over to a plush, convenient chaise and lays back, hair fanning out around her head. "It's comfy," she says reassuringly, holding out a hand in offering. "We can just... cuddle or make out a bit more, or I can fuss with your pretty feathers. Whatever you want, beautiful thing."

[eclipsecrowned]

❥ Has someone ever ruined an FC or character for you? // @byteing

This is an anti-Padalecki space. I reject. I repel. The Big Drama I was in as a teen soured me so hard to the person involveds shitty creator's pet do no wrong freak OC that I cannot even look at his FC. Her flying monkey also soured me to Icem*n from the X-M3n movies, and I do not care enough to look up to his name. It's a repulse impulse of I see their faces and feel icky.

Fandom in general also soured me to C*llen from Dwegon Age and Kyle Ron from Space Battles. If I follow you and you play those characters, I trust you. Usually because you are just as anti-fanon as I am. My intolerance of 'girlies' shilling complex men as perfect husbandos and sex symbols tends to impact how capable i am of stomaching the fandom blorbo tbh.

[saturnmused]

re : starter call. // @byteing

❝ you're the only one that i want, ❞ the dark urge says stubbornly, for they're not wanting to give this up yet. if they can convince astarion to stay, to try to ride out the fear instead of trying to duck & cover from it, they believe they'll both be better for it. astarion, they believe, makes them better, & they like to think they have an influence on the vampire spawn as well. it's enough proof that astarion has let them into his bed before - and not just once.

they don't know everything about his past, but from what they do know, they want to protect him from whatever comes onto their door to threaten. nhalin would do just about anything to defend astarion's dignity, honour, & his right to his own life. ❝ i know you have your own experience, but . . . you're the first person who's ever treated me like you have. like you want your hands on me all the time. like i'm actually attractive. ❞ faint flush comes to dark cheeks but drow is consistent on their message. ❝ it means more to me than you know. i don't take it lightly, & i don't take it for granted. i wouldn't throw that away for anything. ❞

[asoulofstars]

💘 riona and kirk (and/or mirror kirk) PLEASE. i will scream. loudly.

Riona/Kirk:

Found

We stumbled upon each other in the blackness of space. We were found amongst the stars. We found kindness and open arms and open hearts.

We found the time to search together; We found the paths to open up; We found the time to make an effort. We found each other.

I found you exciting and inquisitive. I found myself wanting to fall. I found that I wanted to share my heart.

I've been adrift, lost, unmoored. But you found me. You welcomed me home. You found my heart again.

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Riona/Mirror!Kirk:

Survive

I see the way you shy away From anything that is soft.

I see the way you let your eyes linger On the things you maybe once lost.

I see the way you want The way you want a life.

When can you breathe?

When can you stop surviving and simply live?