Boo! It’s A Mentally Ill, 289year Old, Art Major!

How i sleep knowing I’ll never bring a child into this world

i’ve been laughing at drow tav and gale ever since i read somewhere that apparently in lolth-sworn society, wizardry is a man’s work (derogatory, i can only assume?). imagine being a male drow or i don’t know an at least somewhat progressive female drow, and you finally get out of the underdark and possibly the first man you meet and team up with in the game has the primary backstory points that he’s a wizard and that he had an insane power dynamic with his female ex. i’d be having conniptions.

chishiya in his hoodie psychologically scaring the fuck outta a poor stupid fool in a corner the minute a game begins

Potato please, helpth me 🙏

✨ do you care him? ✨

WHO TF IS SNITCHING TO PB?!?😭😭

Ricky when I find you Ricky ricky when I find you ricky - but fr who keeps snitching????

And who’s getting upset about the leaks?? At this point I’m cheering out loud when I see my fav blog post again with more leaks and shit! Like- no one’s upset? The f2p players are like throwing parties whenever we get paid content for free from other people with more money than us.

But to whoever is snitching to PB about the leaks….count ur motherfucking days man BECUSE WHEN I FIND YOU- 👹👹👹

Egyptian Soccer Star Mohamed Abo treka wearing a T-shirt that reads “Sympathize with Gaza,” during An African Cup of Nations match. in 2008

لم ولن ننسى لأبو تريكة موقفه النبيل بإشهار قميص يدعو إلى دعم غزة أثناء الاحتفال بهدف في كأس الأمم الأفريقية  لتنبيه العالم إلى معاناة اهل غزة

I don't blame Ketheric for being homophobic, his daughter was stolen from him by a hot moon lesbian, his two coworkers were the grossest bisexual couple in existence, he had a lesbian who kept putting a knife to his chest and threatening to pull out his offal, and he was killed by a rainbow firing squad of pansexuals.

there are victims of the gay agenda, and Ketheric Thorm was one of them.

𝐢'𝐦 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | oneshot

pairing—astarion x m!tav summary—when tav falls ill, everyone at camp is surprised to find that astarion is intent on staying by his side until he’s better warnings—illness, mention of poison, soft astarion, worried astarion, worried party, hurt/comfort, extensive use of pet names, super soft, extreme fluff word count—754 rating—teen note—this is entirely self-indulgent because i’ve been really ill this past week (thanks covid) and the whole time i was thinking about how astarion would comfort tav if he was hurt/sick so i came up with the idea for this

“How is he?” he asks and for what might be the first time, she can hear sincerity in his voice.

“Better,” the cleric sighed, “He’s getting better but he’ll still need some time to recover. You can sit with him but if I see those fangs of yours anywhere near him—”

Astarion rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "I assure you, Shadowheart, my intentions are far from what you seem to believe. I would never harm Tav. Surely that much has become clear to you by now?"

The sceptical half-elf hummed, “I suppose he will be safe enough for now. Even if your concern for him was a lie I doubt you’d want to risk sucking up any poison that might still be loitering in his veins.”

He knew she had every right to be distrusting of him, especially when it came to Tav’s safety. He only hoped one day they would all finally see just how much Tav really meant to him. That his feelings weren’t a lie. Until then, he’d have to make do with their concern over their friend and his questionable taste in partners.

“A… Astarion?” His weak voice croaked out the moment the vampire spawn ducked inside the tent.

Tav was laying on the blankets, his body completely sweat-ridden as his face contorted with discomfort. He was in still pain, still so vulnerable.

Astarion was by his side in an instant, his cold hands reaching out to gently touch his lover’s forehead. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m here. I’m right here.”

The cool touch of his hand was welcome as it immediately began to cool Tav’s fever. Gale had already expressed his suspicion that it would do as much. There certainly were at least a few perks of being undead.

“Let’s cool you down, shall we?” He wasted no time removing his shirt before crawling down beside his lover. One strong arm gently wrapped around Tav and pulled him closer, hoping that the coldness of his skin would help ease at least some of the pain.

Tav's laboured breaths finally began to slow as he nestled into the embrace, finding solace in the chill of Astarion's body. His fingers wrapped themselves around the cool arm around him, pulling it closer to his chest.

The vampire spawn chuckled against his ear. “Easy, little love, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers traced delicate patterns on Tav's forehead, willing the fever to subside.

Outside the tent, Shadowheart kept a close eye on the pair and, in doing so, her initial scepticism gradually gave way to a begrudging acceptance of the vampire's genuine concern. She couldn't deny the tenderness she saw in Astarion's eyes as he cared for their companion. It was a side of him she hadn't seen before. A side of him she hadn’t even known was there.

Maybe it wasn’t just about self preservation or sexual desire. Just maybe he truly did care for Tav. She never thought love was something he was capable of but the longer she watched them, the more she realised just how wrong she had been.

Soon enough, his lover was sound asleep in his arms. Sleeping without a sign of pain or discomfort. It was the first time he’d slept properly since his affliction which meant Shadowheart was right, he was getting better.

“You know, you really scared me for a moment there. I… I thought I was going to lose you. I don’t want to go through that again.”

He spoke despite knowing there was no one to hear him. Speaking to a sleeping lover who, as if on instinct, rolled over to snuggle closer into him.

"I'll protect you with everything I have, my love," Astarion murmured, "I promise you that. You mean more to me than I ever thought possible." He knew that Tav couldn't hear him, but the words were as much for himself as they were for his lover.

Astarion had always been a creature of darkness, bound by instinct and desire. Forced to do his cynical master’s bidding. Yet, in Tav's presence, he had found a glimmer of something different, something more profound. It was a love he never thought he deserved, but now that he had it, he would do anything to defend it.

And so, beneath the starlit sky, Astarion held Tav close, vowing silently to cherish every moment they had together, determined to prove that his love was not just words but a promise to protect and endure, no matter the cost.

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”