This Fantasy Of Being Bitten Is Running Wild In My Mind Lately Like Why Is That The Only Thing On My

this fantasy of being bitten is running wild in my mind lately like why is that the only thing on my mind for the past like 2 weeks straight hfdjfhjksd that feels embarrassing to admit but its is just the natural course of a new fixation for me lolol like ive been craving pain and digging my nails in imagining its fangs, im starting to feel like bella wanting to jump into the ocean for a hallucination lmao

If Astarion was to be an animal he would be an albino ferret.

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a little death ~

Something about Astarion pushing you down onto the dirt he had to claw out of. Staring at you, alive and breathing and looking up at him with nothing short of adoration from within the very dirt he choked on. You, your love, his love like a flower blooming out of the ashes of his torment and misery and death. Finding pleasure and comfort, the likes of which he probably didn’t think was possible for him anymore. Not discarding his past, growing out of it, through it, climbing up through the weeds into sweaty, messy, beautiful life.

theyre always so pouty lol

i love when he has crazy eyes :3c