#short and sweet for once

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

You wanna know what I'm surprised I haven't seen more of? Bard Tavs serenading Astarion, or singing him to sleep with a lullaby composed just for him. I'm sure Astarion would eat up all that affection.

This is so cute omg. And also managed to be an actual drabble instead of a novel! As always cw for spoilers!

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Astarion woke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as he frantically looked around. But he wasn't in Cazador's torture room. No, instead he was at the Elfsong, safe and sound in a private room. It had been another nightmare, a typical occurrence as of late.

Atarion had assumed that those would stop after the monster was dead, but they seemed to be more frequent than ever. It felt unfair. He had won. Cazador was dead, by his own hand. There was nothing left to fear. Well... that wasn't including the tadpole still trapped in his lover's skull, not to mention his own. And the Elder Brain. And the cult of Bhaal. But in all honesty, all of that felt so small now with his slave master disintegrated. If he could do what had felt impossible, what had been impossible, for centuries, why couldn't he accomplish the rest?

Astarion groaned as he sat up, realizing for the first time that he was alone in bed. But luckily enough you hadn't gone far. He turned to find you sitting on the window sill, illuminated by the moonlight as you scribbled away in your journal.

You glanced over at the sound of his shuffling, your brow furrowed, "Star? Why are you still awake?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Astarion sighed, the coldness of your side of the bed coming into full perspective. He would like that fixed sooner than later, "Now come back to me, it's cold."

You smiled, slipping down from your perch to join him in bed. Astarion wasn't quite sure when such simple actions would stop making him melt like an infatuated teenager. He was starting to think that it would never come to an end.

You laughed softly as he immediately wrapped his arms around you, cradling you against his chest, "You know how I love to sleep in fits and starts. But you don't exactly have the same excuse, do you? You look so tired lately."

Astarion frowned, loathing the fact that his lack of sleep had become so obvious. But then again, if anyone was going to be familiar with his night terrors, it would be you. He sighed, "Just nightmares. Nothing you haven't heard before."

You frowned, "That doesn't make them pleasant."

"No," Astarion laughed softly, "It doesn't. But now it's your turn. What were you up to in the middle of the night?"

"Just some writing. I've been working on a few things."

"Like what?" Astarion asked, sincerely curious. You were quite the talent as a bard, a fact that he was aware of before he fell in love with you.

"A new ballad mostly, with a lullaby on the side."

That sounded well within your wheel house, though this was the first time he'd heard of you writing a lullaby, "What inspired that?"

"You," You said simply, "But I know how you get when I'm all mushy, so I kept it to myself for now."

Astarion hadn't expected that, but that massive smile that broke out on his face at the news wasn't a surprise. He kissed the top of your head, still smiling to himself, "I don't recall ever saying I disliked you being a sickening romantic. Can I hear it?"

You looked up at him, surprised for some reason. Which was frankly silly. Who wouldn't want to hear a song written about them from the person they loved most? For once in his life Astarion was being the normal one here.

"You want me to sing to you?" You asked, sitting up in bed to smile down at him.

Astarion grinned back, "I wouldn't object to it."

"Well in that case..."

And then you started to sing. Astarion adored the sound of your voice, and apparently he loved it even more when you were singing about him.

Little star, so bright and fierce,

Beautiful with eyes that pierce,

But that's not all there is,

He's strong and swift with perfect lips to kiss, a humor that is only his,

Charming and witty, a wish come true,

If only the rest of the world knew.

Astarion wasn't quite sure when he fell asleep that night, but it was to the sound of your sweet, melodious voice and with a smile plastered to his face.

And for the first time in days, he didn't have a single nightmare.

[murdermitties]

Dove is a she/he lesbian and I cannot be convinced otherwise cinnamon ground-dove lookin baby

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

Nygmobblepot Text Meme

[inoreuct]

During a supply run with Zoro, a well-meaning lady tells Sanji he's pretty. Not handsome, no--PRETTY. "Your swordsman over there is handsome," she says, pointing at Zoro, who's examining liquor bottles over at another stall. "YOU are pretty." How does he react, & what happens next? 👀 (1/2)

he just laughs at first, if only to cover up how that one word from a stranger has hit him like a punch to the gut.

he looks like a man, and people don't call men pretty. rogueish, certainly. even charming; he's gotten that before at least, but pretty? he laughs some more, gives her a smile and a few words that he doesn't even register, and the merchant lady tilts her head. "you don't get that often, do you?"

"never gotten it at all, actually," he answers, bravado draining away to leave a mumble that he isn't even sure she can hear.

but she must have, because she slides his purchases to him and hums, "well, you're very beautiful. anyone'd have to be blind not to see it."

"maybe," he allows hesitantly, taking the bag with a nod of goodbye. he cannot help but feel as though he's realised something that he won't be able to ignore.

and sure enough, back on the ship, the words swim in his mind. they pop up in blinding white font against the dark of his eyelids as he tries and fails to get to sleep. you're very beautiful.

do i want to be beautiful? he asks himself, and halfway through he already knows, he knows the answer. feels it like an ache in his bones.

sanji's never let himself think about it, but once he starts he can't stop. he imagines himself in makeup, pots and pencils and brushes in front of a mirror, his hair fluffed to perfection, lips red as the dawn and a beauty mark beneath his eye. he thinks about what it would feel like to put on a dress, a proper one; cotton and linen traded for silk, starched dress shirts abandoned in favour of satin blouses and full skirts that nip in with ribbon at the waist. he thinks of the wicker wedge sandals that nami sometimes wears. he thinks about being a man, with a little something more.

he flips over and shoves his face into his pillow. he needs to stop thinking about things that he wants but can never have.

*

sanji's usually better at keeping his secrets, but eventually he slips. he should have known it was only a matter of time before the magnitude of it all became too much to bear and spilled out across the floor.

fortunately, his crew is there to catch him.

they take all of it in stride, even though sanji himself doesn't even know what all of it is yet; he figures things out as they go along. he finds clothes that aren't his in his closet, accessories appearing on his dresser. zoro keeps buying him silk blouses and it makes him want to laugh and cry in equal amounts. nami sees her chance to snag a makeup practice dummy and grabs it, which results in many a night in the girls' quarters, fooling around with makeup until they're either too tired or too giddy with laughter. the rest of the crew show their support in smaller ways, though no less significant—

and now, a year later and leaning against the bar counter of a vaguely familiar town, sanji suspects that he's somehow found himself. it hits him with all the grandeur of someone realising oh, it's stopped raining, or oh, tomorrow's tuesday— sinks into him honey-slow like the burn of the whiskey he sips, warm and comfortable, like a coat he hadn't realised he'd been wearing this whole time and had become his favourite without him even knowing. put like that, it sounds incredibly silly; sanji chuckles as he takes another drink, and a hand settles low on his back where the blue velvet of his dress dips down.

"hey, beautiful," zoro whispers by his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone before leaning over his shoulder to order, and sanji smiles as he swirls his glass with a slow twirl of his wrist.

maybe he'll go look for that merchant lady again. he's fairly sure he owes her a thank you.

[cerise-on-top]

hi!! not a x reader ask but more in general. What do you think Valeria, Laswell and Farrah’s weird/ dumbest habit? Adore ur stuff btw!

Hello! Thank you! These are pretty short as well, but it isn't particularly easy to come up with a dumb habit either!

Valeria’s, Farah’s and Laswell’s Weirdest Habit

Valeria: She has trouble stepping on the edge of shadows. Valeria either has to avoid the shadows on the ground or not step on their edges and step on them entirely. While she can step on a shadow’s edge if she needs to, and as long as she doesn’t look like an idiot in front of her people, she will avoid doing so if she can. She knows it’s stupid, she knows it doesn’t make any sense, but she can’t help it either way.

Farah: She counts her steps whenever she takes a short walk somewhere. Again, she doesn’t know the reason why she does it, she just does. Naturally, she won’t do it when she takes a long walk, but whenever she has a place to get to that’s 200 steps away at most, she’ll count. Even when she’s not doing it consciously, she’ll subconsciously count her steps. It serves no purpose whatsoever but it’s something she’s been doing ever since she was a kid.

Laswell: She has a habit of eating food in a specific order. The part which she likes the least will have been eaten up before anything else, that way the taste of the best part of her food can linger longer than anything else. While she will eat things in a “random” order once she’s aware she looks stupid having eaten one thing for a long time, she will always finish her least favorite part first, no exceptions. Unless there’s a salad, in which case she’ll always finish the salad first.

[fyanimaldiversity]

Just so you know I’m aggressively waiting for my baby IMG motley boa (Burnt Toast) to finally shed so I can show the ‘increasing melanin gene’ in action because it’s such a cool concept that fits with this blog, and not simply because I need a valid excuse to post him and force you to see him with your eyes because I love him and you should too. He hasn’t even gone blue yet, so it might take a while unfortunately.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Okay so I saw the post about feeding cats with Legacy, and now I've got one specific sort of brain rot that I can't seem to shake. As such, I'm passing it on to you.

Foul Legacy has big Orange Cat™️ energy. Also during cat feeding time, he probably ends up with at least three orange cats blending into his floof.

Thank you for listening to my brain rot due to cute thoughts.

~ The anon who wanted Kaveh but didn't want Baizhu or Ganyu

oh you are so right about that, he's so silly and sweet

Foul Legacy also has a habit of curling up so he can watch the cats from their height, his crystalline eye glittering, and almost always a few of the cats end up walking over and plopping themselves onto his soft fluff. he chitters happily and wiggles his wings, wanting you to see but not wanting to move as to not disturb the kitties. all of them start purring when you kneel down and pet them, one hand in Legacy's thick ginger hair and the other hopping from cat to cat, scritching behind their ears. a few times he's had kittens placed directly in his hair and making little nests- the orange ones blend in quite nicely, so you always make sure that there's no cats in his fur or hair before you go back inside

sometimes though, when it rains, you let the cats inside so they have a place to stay. you'd think it'd be chaotic, but all the cats instantly make a beeline for Foul Legacy, snuggling against him and curling up on his lap before the fireplace, and he trills joyfully, carefully curling his body around the cats. they knead against his armor; he kneads his claws into the soft blanket you gave him. you sit down beside Legacy and a cat immediately trots over and curls up on your legs- no leaving now! since you can't get up, you might as well lean against your fluffy Abyssal monster and pet his hair, listening to the rain and the sound of many, many purrs as you slowly drift off to sleep

[whumpasaurus101]

“I-it hurts… please….”

“Awwww, it hurts now, does it?”

Whumpee let out a wheezed yelp as Whumper twisted the knife before they nodded fast.

“Well, you should have considered that before trying to escape, isn’t that right?”

Whumpee sobbed out, “Y-YES- I’m sorry!!!!!!”

Whumper smirked, “Ohhhhh, you will be.”

[anotherferalrat]

Just finished s2 of Link Click gamers...

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[healerelowen]

ENEMIES TO LOVERS WITH P03 

I NEED IT NOW!!!

—-

You and the Scrybe of Technology never got along. Always butting heads over one thing or another, you two seemed to never agree on anything. That bot was always so arrogant about the given situation! Never stopping to think about anyone but himself! It drove you up the wall, so much so that at some points you want nothing more than to wrap your hands around its stupid wired neck. Though there was a small pull that the bot had, something that kept you stalling near the factory. You couldn’t fathom what it was, there wasn’t exactly anything good about the factory, especially with that god-forsaken bot that ran the damn place. The best reasoning you could think of was solitude in the dark metal walls. 

Sighing, you step off the bridge and onto the lift, carrying you to the factory’s upper level. 

—

P03 felt nothing but resentment towards you. Nothing but a pest you were; always bothering him, overstaying your welcome, commenting on every little thing it did. It grinded the Scrybe’s gears, so to speak. How such a being could be such a nuisance, he could swear it was a personal record. But there was something about you, something that tugged at his circuits whenever you would finally leave the card printing room for one reason or another. He had almost become expectant of your presence as the days went by, and discouraged whenever you weren’t there. Almost disappointed? A strange feeling, but not one he wants to feel towards you of all people. 

His eye twitches, when it notices your familiar silhouette in the doorway to the card printing room, but something eases in it too. 

“You again.”

[kirfuffel]

Ah. Young love.

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[leenukeath]

Childhood treasure

It was such a little thing. A bunch of old fabrics sewn together and barely holding with singed threads, yet something in it made the still young Bounty Hunter kneel down and pick it up.

A burned house, a grisly sight that dated a few days ago, the embers had turned to coals and the ashes had already been scattered by the winds. Many footsteps in the burnt floorboards, people had been there after the act.

The old rabbit plush had been spared ironically by ending up in an old pot over the chimney, singed but still salvageable. The question now was if its owner was still around to lay claim to it. Tardif sighed, there was little chance a child could survive a house burning, and even if they had escaped these woods were too dangerous for anyone without strong survival instincts and knowledge, whoever this toy belonged to, they were probably gone by now.

He should have thrown the thing away and gone back on his way but something stilled his hand, instead coaxing him to shove the sad burnt thing in his knapsack and take it with him. He figured maybe he would find a child who would want it later. A few days later when resting at an inn, he pulled it out again, examining the burn spots and pulling out his sewing kit. One of his old shirts that was too ragged to be used was cleanly cut to patch up the various holes making it look somewhat less miserable. A thorough wash in the bassin with some soap rinced away the soot and dark patches, leaving a somewhat less grimy looking but still lovingly used bunny. He hated to admit it but he was starting to get attached to it.

~

It never left his knapsack, Tardif would never be able to live with the shame of being caught with a plush toy in his possession but the rabbit in his bag had become a somewhat soothing presence in his life, a thing to hold and let witness his less dignified moments of weakness. For a lone fighter like him, the presence was welcome, even if it was only with eyes of threads.

~

It was in that damned estate that he thought he was finally going to break. His will thrown against the walls of horrors they were constantly being submitted to alongside the threat of death made the facade of strength harder to keep up with each day. His secret possession in his bag beneath his bunk felt more and more important to anchor himself to this reality.

Then one day Missandei mentionned the forest she used to live in, and the fire. When asked about it, she spoke about how she had to run away when she was barely eight, holding her father's crossbow that she had had to trade for her dear rabbit… He knew he had found her, that he should give her what was rightfully hers back, but it tore his heart as well. His precious companion taken away from him, who would he allow to see his tears now?

Yet the thought of a child forced to grow into a killer much too fast, faster than even he had to made him reconsider. And the next day he brought her a box containing their little treasure of fabric and stuffing. "You made her a little outfit?!" exclaimed Missandei when she picked it up, examining the cautiously sewn together pullover on the plush rabbit. Tardif nervously rubbed the back of his neck: "Well it was such a sad thing when I found it… figured I'd make it less miserable."

Missandei happily took her rabbit back, to Tardif's slight chagrin, but her genuine happiness in the following days was a slight ray of light in the darkness of this world. She made sure to spend as much time as she could with the usually reserved Bounty Hunter, to his reluctant appreciation, and sometimes came back to him asking for help with repairs and weapon maintenance. Tardif may have lost a dear trinket, but had gained a friend, the rarest reward he had ever been blessed with.

[mondscheinprinzessin]

random Niko/Joel shortfic

“…fight for power when one singer wants the spotlight more than the other- I can’t read this anymore.” Niko said in a loud voice, obviously annoyed, ripping Joel out of his daydreams. “This is stupid, what do they know about us? We’ve had our fights yes, but never about who wants to be the front person - there is no main singer in this band, when will they understand this and stop writing needless articles about our possible future break-up, none of these scenarios will happen.”

Surprisingly well-aimed, Niko threw the magazine in the bin next to the small table under the TV, and with a big sigh fell backwards on the bed behind him.

Joel, who had been following the end of the scene with his eyes instead of that random instagram reel on his phone, had to smile a little. It wasn’t the first time they had this talk within the band, and while Joel was known to go on rants on every topic possible, Niko was right behind him in getting furious when the media outlets speculated about their dynamics and “sudden” band accomplishments.

Also, Joel couldn’t deny that it was hot seeing Niko spitting flames. His long hair in waves around him as if controlled by his voice, green eyes lightning up, and his body size doubling with heated words.

With one long stride, Joel lay down next to Niko, the small hotel bed not giving the chance to leave much space between them, but Joel was happy enough about this fact since it gave him the perfect excuse last night to fall asleep on Niko’s chest.

Right now though he perched his head on his own hands, watching Niko’s face, holding back words in favour of smiling at him. Red cheeks were luring his fingers to stroke them but he retained from touching his boyfriend for the minute.

“What?” Niko asked, less upset now, but with a crease between his brows still. “What’s so funny about it? All they want is to see us fall when we’ve worked so hard for this. But no, they want to watch us ripping ourselves apart as if we’re lions trapped in a cage for the amusement of everyone around us.”

Not able to hold back any longer, Joel half fell, half rolled onto Niko and kissed his path up his neck to his mouth.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He said and dodged the hand that wanted to slap him away.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not! I just gave you a compliment.”

Niko grumbled but then his face softened. “You’re right, they can all kiss my ass. They don’t know how happy I am, and it’s sad that’s all they can write about us.” His green eyes found Joel’s and one of his hands lifted to slip his hair behind his ear, lingering to trace a finger down his jaw. “I never want to fight you about our position, you know that right?” His voice was soft now as if afraid to broach the subject again.

Joel was aware that everyone in the band knew about this insecurity of his because it did spark conflicts in the past, but not because Niko really did try to shove Joel out, but because Joel was afraid it could happen eventually after he failed too many times. Over the time he had learned and understood and accepted that none of the guys wanted to do this without him, and particularly Niko wouldn’t try to vote Joel out. After all, he loved him.

That’s why Joel answered assured, “I know.”

“I don’t feel like a whole person without you anymore. I don’t fucking care what anyone else would say about that. You’re part of who I am now, the most important piece of me.”

Now that’s the Niko Joel knew. The poetic, love declaring man that still managed to make Joel blush with his words and left him speechless, which was not easy to achieve.

Joel buried his face into Niko’s neck to hide his face and grin of happiness, a warm feeling spreading through him, and he would’ve loved to stop time to prolong this moment, to let go of the knowledge that they would have to go up soon for soundcheck. Right now he only wanted to bathe in Niko’s love, stay in their little bubble a while longer.

“Don’t say something like that.” He said nevertheless, still embarrassed whenever Niko directed such lovely words towards him no matter how much Joel enjoyed them. He just couldn’t get used to it and didn’t know how to behave.

“Too late. I love you, nothing you can do about that.”

“We will see about that.” Joel replied, the grin having turned into a smirk, his hands slowly creeping up Niko’s side and his fingers immediately tickling over his skin once he saw his chance.

“Don’t you dare!” Was all Niko could bring out before he was lost in laughter and tried to fight Joel off.

[broodwolf221]

Last Line WIP Game

got tagged by both @fadedsweater & @superfantacywitch thank you! /u\ can't put my real last line because it's Secret since it's for an exchange event, but have my most recent not-secret line

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like). 

“Yes, my heart. Sleep - I will find you.”

that's eight... i think i can do that

@jazzmckay | @lyriumlullaby-ao3 | @katzenprince | @streganicha | @starstruckkittyface | @rosella-writes | @hollytree33 | @freesidexjunkie

[scpaesthetics]

SCP Aesthetics: 2527 (requested by @sleeping-raccoon, written by daveyoufool)

What do? (monochrome, computers, torture)

[90frogsinatrenchcoat]

@xenasaur saw your sisyphus post thought you would enjoy this (PLEASE tell me if you like greek mythology I have so much to say about it and no one to talk to. My latin teacher gives me too much content and I have no audience)