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[pwdd1]

Missing my parents (masterpiece Wilmon) so bad

your parents?? 👀 im all confused here but you’ll hear about them sooner than soon!!

[loud-whistling-yes]

i will forever have infinite respect to people who can pull out detailed lists of the labels their ocs use like girl i dont even know if my ocs wanna kiss or not

[ellekhen]

Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 73 - Awaken and Rest

Chapter Summary: The party reunites for a desperately-needed rest.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav (Main); Past OC x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 373K+ words; Chapters 73/?? (Master Post)

Excerpt below:

When Church comes to, he finds the world frozen in time.

And then he sees her.

The Raven Queen stands there — watching him from behind an unblinking, haunted-looking Astarion. She appraises them both, tilting the pale mask of her head. Her many eyes wink as her feathers flutter in a nonexistent wind.

“Oh Church…” the Raven Queen murmurs sadly. “See how easily he overwhelms you?”

“Stay away from him!” Church snarls at her. 

The Raven Queen sighs, gesturing down at the vampire spawn. 

“All it took was exterminating one undead — one suffering soul — and you would have had my protection until the day you died… and beyond. Your shadow never would have bested you.”

Her mask drifts lower as her wings flex. 

“It is not too late for you to win back my favor.”

Church stares at her incredulously, and he almost wants to laugh at the ludicrousness of her proposal.

“I don’t want your protection,” he spits. “I don’t want your lies, and I won’t hurt him.”

“Oh?”

The Raven Queen’s feathery body grows longer, more monstrous as she stretches forth to crawl over to him. But the tiefling stares as steadily as he can as her mask studies him closely, even though every cell of his body screams to turn and hide away. 

“You saw what became of you without my protection. Is this your final decision?” she asks him softly. Dangerously. 

“I won’t vow to destroy the undead,” Church says evenly. “Not for you. Not even for my own soul.” 

“Your mind could die. Your soul could sunder. Is that what you wish?”

Church huffs a bitter laugh.

“Well, you said ‘could,’” he mutters. “Does that mean I have a chance after all?”

The Raven Queen laughs — as if taken aback.

“There is always a chance, however small,” she muses. “But embracing that chance also means embracing the far greater possibility of endless suffering and death.”

Church stares and stares at the frozen Astarion, wishing he had time to help him understand…

“I don’t want to die,” he croaks. “But I want him to live more.”

“Even if his life will bring more death and damnation? Not only to you, but to many, many others?”

Church closes his eyes for a moment. He can still smell the foul blood and viscera caked into his clothing by whatever transpired during his sleep. 

“…yes,” he whispers.

The Raven Queen’s mask looms over him, studying him closely. 

And then she giggles. 

“How delightful,” she murmurs. “How curious. How deeply…” she takes a deep, shuddering breath as she retreats back into her smaller form. “How… horrible,” she says, voice distant, “Oh. I see your path before you — the turns in the road manifesting like newborn stars. You poor things…”

Church frowns at her. 

“What are you—?”

“Where one door closes… another opens,” the Raven Queen lilts. “I still see tragedy in your futures. Such sweet, sweet tragedy. But, oh! It is ever-shifting. Yes, so many possibilities are ripe for the picking…”

Church swallows, his mouth dry. 

“You intrigue me, child,” the Raven Queen declares, amused. “I will keep my eyes on you both. I will send my witnesses. They know your names.”

“Just leave him alone!” Church beseeches her. “Leave us alone.”

“Fret not, child. No pact will be made today… by your choice alone,” she says softly. “But the offer still stands, for as long as you are capable of making that choice. And that choice will linger there beside you — your destiny. Your doom.”

Church reminds himself to breathe. 

“So what happens now?” he asks her, voice cracking. “Is my soul lost? Is that the tragedy?”

The Raven Queen hums dubiously. 

“I see the potential for a tragedy far more delicious… provided you survive this one. You will have a short reprieve when you wake,” she says enigmatically. “What you will do with it, I do not know. Not yet. You will play your part, and my children will watch. Whether it’s tomorrow or a hundred years from now, we will be waiting for you. 

“And then, when all has come to pass, I will see your face in the Fortress of Memories, my child. And when that happens…” she summons the silver orbs of Astarion’s memories once again, smiling at them. “...you may collect what was lost.”

Without further ado, she disappears in a flurry of wings.

Church slumps back to the ground, his consciousness fading as time begins to pass once more. 

Without the protection of any entities, it’s only a matter of time before the shadows will claim him again. 

Well. 

He won’t spend it waiting for that to happen.

[songsofbloodandwater]

What sin does the Rain try to wash off the Mountain?

Our Nurture.

What sin do our tears try to wash off our bodies?

Our Nature.

[madevampselle]

Spoilers ahead.

[whyse7vn]

SROS TSORO SROO SRIO STOPPPPPP THEYRE GONNA DISBANDMDNRMRREW AI EJAU SAI DDUE THAIAA INSAID THAI

[becauseimanicequeen]

GMMTV just dropped the official trailer for Wandee Goodday and I can not tell you how ridiculously excited I am to finally get to watch it.

Great is in it!

Inn is so fucking pretty it's annoying (but I love it).

It has humor and romance.

And animal costumes and ears (because, why not?)

Also, there are neon lights (and I'm a slut for that).

I'm soooo excited about this it's not even funny.

[8-billion-wishes]

platonic guy adventuring buddies who are in no way romantically involved

[hello-waffles-are-good]

Something something Damian in school with friends, having lunch

Damian's friends: *huddled around a phone, snickering*

Damian, curious: what are you all looking at?

Friend 1: oh, just TikToks

Friend 2: yeah, you wanna see?

Damian, oblivious: If you insist

[phone plays thirst trap edit for one (1) Richard Grayson to that daddy's home song]

Damian, wishing for an avengers-level threat to smite him: I must leave...

Friend 1: we have class in 2 minutes?

Damian, jaded beyond his years: Class is the least of my concerns. This is a question of my sanity.

Damian: *runs out the cafeteria*

[ixtaek]

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[mynameismckenziemae]

Long story short, I found out central heterochromia (two different colors in the same iris) today at work.

See the goldish color around my pupil? Apparently that’s heterochromia. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ignore the wrinkles-I’m 33 and sleep deprived 🥴

Also, I’m working on the next chapter of ‘In Case You Didn’t Know’ but it won’t be up tonight most likely.

[the-mcyt-crackships-brackets]

I sent in Karl Jacobs, forgot to follow the blog, and completely missed the first round TvT

RIP SeaPeeKarl you will always have a place in my heart

Ow that's sad :(

[musubi-sama]

I am creating personas for work and I would muuuuuuuuuuch rather do this for my own narratives instead of a bunch of c-suite healthcare/tech executives.

[sweetestofbelles]

/ We now return to your regularly schedule Crusaders! They've been returned to normal!

[colourfullanguages]

pov: you picked your major to find answers to your identity crisis and it is actually helping you to heal

[anervousmirrorball]

i have not seen one gay cell in taylor swift. i have, however, seen at least 50million gay cells in myself for taylor swift