Furious That This Song Won't Be In My Fic Till We Hit 300k Or Something. Sharing My Favorite Verse For

Furious that this song won't be in my fic till we hit 300k or something. Sharing my favorite verse for Ofelia and Astarion.

Your arms are lovely, yellow and rose Your back's a meadow covered in snow Your thighs are thistles and hothouse grapes You breathe your sweet breath and have me wait In the dark, you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour I turned the lights out, I cleaned the sheets You changed the station, turned up the heat And now you're sailing upon your chair You got me tangled up inside with your beautiful black hair

Queen

[WITH MY DYING BREATH] f… fangs in your neck friday….

Reblogging today and thinking about these two idiots.

I can't wait to share the next chapter- I've always been obsessed with vampires since I was a younger, so I hope I do it enough justice that smaller me would be awed and impressed ❤️ And larger me, too. ❤️

With Stars to Fill My Dream (5) - Close Your Eyes and Hear My Secret

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Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 6,850

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Astarion had found the source of his suspicion at last. He watches Ofelia plead for the girl, her eyes glowing a soft pink. Purple light swirls around her extended fingertips, reaching for Kagha. The man, Rath, watches and doesn’t say a word. He nods to Astarion, however, allowing it if it means sparing the girl. He can tell they’re all afraid to stand up to Kagha, and Ofelia’s the perfect tool to do so. Risky, but effective.

She succeeds, and Astarion sets his jaw. So. She’s been lying about not knowing magic. What else has she been lying about? Being kidnapped? Could she be behind them being tadpoled? What an elaborate ploy, so utterly convincing that he curses himself for not seeing it.

He decides to confront her- perhaps if he gets her to confess, he can use it as leverage to keep himself safe, in the group, guaranteed a spot at the table. Maybe she’ll even let him into whatever she has planned, spare him from his illithid fate. Then he’ll be able to remove Cazador from the equation and… finally be free.

She scrambles, tears springing up in her eyes. He sneers at her in disgust, alarmed at her proficiency in playing this part so well, for turning her sobbing on him, to appeal to him. She’ll not find pity here, or compassion. It’s almost worth it, to see her snide and sour comments and expressions reduced to this- he reduced her to this.

Regretfully, he allows her one small mercy- to be in her head. Here, all of it will be laid bare. It’s better than having her tell him with her words. This way, he’ll get the raw, unfettered truth.

It isn’t what he’d expected, however.

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Flare ran her fingertips over Astarion’s scalp, gently scratching around the base of his horns. His purring immediately drowned out the thudding of his tail against the couch and Flare’s lips twitched in an unguarded smile. Astarion licked her wrist until the wound stopped bleeding, and then a few more slow licks over her skin so they could stay as they were for a few moments longer. He released her wrist against his chest, watching her closely between half-lidded eyes. The pace of her fingers didn’t waver through his hair, but he needed to be sure he wasn’t asking too much of her.