The Hand That Drops His Helm Fists Gently In Her Locs, Holding Her To Him As She Drags Him Closer By

the hand that drops his helm fists gently in her locs, holding her to him as she drags him closer by his cloak, closer, closer, never close enough

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A rainy kiss for all you lovely people. I know we're having A Time right now but this fandom has been so invigorating to me as an artist and it's full of the coolest and most talented people and I'm happy to be part of it.

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Due to the overwhelming amount of the kind of sounds I found in the game files, I present Halsinlovers with this fanedit~ over a minute of...his "battle" sounds. ;)

My baby, my baby

Pls pls pls write astarion fic where instead of him trying to bite tav in the first night its actually her trying to bite him and they both find out the other one is a vampire! Some innuendo maybe and flirting hihi

bite bite fall in love lol

Warnings: blood wine

taglist: @ghostinvenus

"When you said you wanted to know me more," Completely unphased, "I didn't expect this close, dear." One might say he is enjoying him. Maybe he is? You are unsure and frankly not focused on how the smile on his face is clearly mocking you. The hunger demands you feed, driving you to seek out blood.

That sanguine hunger then drew you to his tent this night, the moon high with dazzling stars littering across the sky.

And in this fancy tent, a dagger is once more at your throat cutting enough to draw a thin line of blood.

"Please, Astarion, kill me." The look of disbelief is clear on his face, "I don't want to hurt you." He sees you, the beast enslaved to the hunger: a vampire.

"Oh, do be so dramatic!" He sits back while still towering and saddling your lap, "You wanted a nimble, correct?"

You nod, your claws embedded into the cloth of his bedroll, your eyes closed as your body screams to latch onto his neck to rip it open!

"Allow me then to grant us a solution, hm?" The sound of the bottle opening then the sweet, sweet smell of blood follows. "Ah ah, you get this once you tell me who your master is."

You don't realize you moved to sit up until sharp metal touches your chest. "Master?" Trying to speak but your jaw hurts terribly to do so.

"Yes, the one who turned you." There's an impatience in his tone. "Your sire."

You tell him the exact name and location you think your sire is from.

"Go on, don't spill it." A reward for being forthcoming. Moving off of you as you cung down the drink without at least savoring it. His eyes take in this feral spawn in his tent.

The blood wine is drunk from desperately and after it is all gone, your lips are red with blood, and you crave more.

"No, no," Grabbing you quickly as he saw your eyes turn completely red and your mouth salivating with a stronger. "Control yourself."

You twist and claw but are still too weak to put up a real fight, he holds you against him as you both growl then plead or threaten him to feed, to kill the others.

When morning comes and exhaust finally claims you, he is there sitting beside you, "Astarion?" Why are you in his tent? Why do you taste blood on your lips? "Oh, Gods above, did I hurt you?" When you try to move, you feel sluggish, and you clench your stomach.

"No, you didn't hurt me. You did however try to bite me without permission. Which is very rude, darling." You look ready to cry, "Seriously? Do you feel bad?"

"Of course! You trusted me in this camp and I tried to bite you!" The hunger lurks, and you stand when he stands. "Astarion?"

The laughter is horrible and worse are his words, "Just my luck! A caring vampire. Wow, now that's a treat." He glanced away as he said that last part. The silence hints at something more, the evidence in your mouth as you realize you drank the blood of an animal rather than a person.

A difference you know by force by your master.

You stare with concern then speak, "Are you… Vampire too?"

"A spawn," Disgust in his voice, "So drinking my blood won't free you." The way his lips frown and eyebrows knitted together.

"Free me?"

"You know: drink a vampire lord's blood and then you are free. In theory."

When more confusion is written on your face, as you ask more questions; it becomes clear to Astarion how new you are. A freshly gifted vampire with no guidance…

"Nothing?"

"I only was told I am immortal and to behave."

Sheltered, a sheltered vampire who wasn't taught at least how to control their hunger.

One that is quite a beast than himself, fascinating, and one he can see having an advantage to have on his side.

"Let's help each other, hm? You clearly need to feed soon and I can hunt." His tone expresses a false worry, "I feed us and you keep the others from staking us." Else Wyll– despite being a friend to you, Astarion doesn't trust him. A monster hunter who just so happened to deal with only the infernal is still a monster hunter.

“You protect me and I protect you.” He nods at those words, “Okay.” Trusting him, after all, he spared your life.

I love a pathetically in love man 🥰😂

Really do love this scene because it had the opportunity to make Qimir/the stranger be real convincing here, as like a last push to the dark side thing.

But instead we have Qimir barely catching up to Osha as she confidently approaches his ship so she can drive it, and then, because Osha is showing no sign of slowing down he eventually has to call her name in a way that’s kind of too loud.

Then he stands and waits for her to turn around and acknowledge him, which she reluctantly does. Followed by a very unsubtle nudge “you should be trained.” Which is followed by an even more pathetic “would you ever consider?” HES SO NERVOUS.

Only for my girl to laugh at him and give him a flat fucking no. And he’s all like “last chance.” Like you are not fooling anyone Qimir. This is getting embarrassing.

my first, and perhaps only important post on Tumblr with bombs to drop:

why isn't Dammon a romanceable character