May I please ask for some crumbs of Sunday and Reader’s childhood from the entwine au 😔
Was it love at first sight! What sort of shenanigans did they get up to! At what point did Reader start to become wary of him!
Doesn’t have to be a fully fleshed out fic or anything. I just wanna know!!!
Oh I am so glad you all are eating up entwined au... please keep doing so. Please keep asking about prince Sunday (or the other hinted suitors...). It fuels me.
It's very much puppy love in the beginning; you and Sunday stealing shy glances of the other from across the ballroom, flushing bright red when one is caught by the other (there's no need to be so embarrassed— the other was staring first). As mentioned in the fic, Sunday makes the first move by stealing flowers from the table centerpieces and handing them to you in an attempt to woo them. It's fairly effective, considering that you two are seen together at every ball.
From there, it's typical child royalty shenanigans. You two sneak out of the ballroom and into the gardens, where you complain about their ever-growing list of responsibilities and frustrating lessons and tutors. You two could talk for hours, settling for climbing up a tree and settling against the branches while basking in the other's company.
Sometimes, you play pretend; it could be a number of things depending on if Robin or other royal children are around, but Sunday much prefers the games where he is the king of an empire with you ruling by his side. His little wings flutter erratically when you take your role very seriously and hook your arm around his, holding your head high. He thinks you'll look even lovelier when you're both older and ruling over Penacony together.
Speaking of playing pretend— one day, when it's just you, Sunday, and Robin in the gardens, Robin makes the seemingly harmless suggestion that she could oversee your and Sunday's wedding. Sunday gets so flustered at the situation, but you just laugh, agreeing that it would be fun.
It's a fine ceremony for a couple of eight year olds, and for being held by a seven year old. You weave blades of grass and dandelions together into bracelets to use in place of rings. Robin uses her hairpiece to fasten Sunday's handkerchief over your face as a makeshift veil. Sunday uses every fancy word he knows to proclaim his undying love for you. Cheek kisses are exchanged, and bracelets are slipped onto wrists. It's the wedding of the century.
It's the promise he's never forgotten, the one he refuses to let go.
When you two become teenagers, everything changes. Sunday has started his tutelage under Gopher Wood, and you notice it's taking a toll on him; he's far more serious now, offering tight, practiced smiles in place of the childish, side-splitting laughter he would partake in with you and his sister. He's far too tense, too mature, too stressed for someone your age.
But despite the change, his crush on you doesn't wane— no, it only seems to grow the more you pester him, the more you ask about his wellbeing and curse his tutors for putting so much pressure on him. It grows with each concerned hand on his shoulder, with each time you fuss over him.
You promised you would rule by each other's side one day. You had a ceremony sealing it. And here you are, fretting over how much sleep he's getting and how someone ought to put his tutors in their place for overworking him, for Aeons' sake.
So why do you giggle and flirt back with the other royals? Why do you entertain your mother's notions of arranging meetings with the children of other kingdoms? Why won't you tell her that you've already found someone?
Why won't you tell her that you're his?
It's a frustration he doesn't express outright, yet it's also one he can't hide. He practically clings to you at balls, a second shadow walking in your footsteps. Each time someone gets just a little too flirty with you, your arm is seized in a vice grip and Sunday is at your side, a too-polite smile present on his face and an unspoken warning glinting in his eyes. Your pursuer flees the second they see him.
After all, who would risk upsetting the prince of one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world?
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Grammar Nazi Cazador aka See You Later!
The day has come.
After today I will try my best to force myself to NOT look for the game spoilers. It will be a difficult fight so I’m going to avoid BG3 tags for some time. See you on the other side ;)
For the temporary goodbye, have this mini-comic.
You can may recognize here a variation of an English teacher meme.
By the way, when you think about it, Cazador probably saved many Baldur’s Gate court’s accused from terrible fate by taking Astarion away from the world of mortals... and judiciary ;)
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heyyy,, pssttt,, guess what,,,
nibbles on your arm and and
🫂/p
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ghehehe <333
nibbling on u back dsdffg,,, 🫂 silly /p
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What if the pred didn't know they were hynotic? and get really confused that people rush towards their mouth sometimes
GHEHEHEH that is quite silly..
not quite the same thing, but this has got me thinking about a hypnotic pred who really struggles to control the effect they have on people..
when they don't wanna eat someone they have to be like nope, no no none of that thankyou as they try to get the person (who's currently trying to crawl into their mouth) out of the hypnotized state they accidentally put them in... oops
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Mari Lam (left) is @bunvie ‘s OC
Host (right) is my OC
[Click picture for higher quality]
Yall idk what to draw please give me requests or smth idk
At this point if someone makes a Zalgo OC theres a pretty good chance I’m going to draw them GHEHEHEH
I’m so glad to see other people making OCs that are working under Zalgo
These two are silly
Incredibly cool
I love Zalgo argaghddhgaafst
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