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Masquerade! Paper faces on parade Masquerade! Hide your face, so the world will never find you

#ghost #queuetopy

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Charmed by the harpies

P.S. Halsin's lines are exactly the same as Tav's.

And the song of course

#i'm putting that astarion clip on repeat thank you #wyll just becomes the phantom of the opera for some reason #shart 'yes girl gives us nothing' vibes are inspiring... like same #audio #bg3 #fav

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WIP Wednesday Saturday

Stripper!Tav x Raphael

Just a piece of something that's been in my drafts since forever

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People who don’t know any better think her strength lies in the art of seduction, but she believes it’s in the way she can read people at first glance. Whether it was the twitching of a finger or a sharp intake of breath, no sign was small enough to escape her trained eyes.

The man sitting at the front-row table would rather be anywhere else. Glancing at his watch discreetly, eyes glazed over with boredom. Tav has seen plenty of men like this come and go. Men who were pressured into coming to their club by their peers, out of a sense of obligation or just to keep up appearances, there’s no way of knowing for certain.

He’s handsome, in a timeless, elegant way. The kind you see in black-and-white movies. Chestnut-brown hair slicked back, sharp cheekbones and a mouth that promised to curl into the most sinful of smiles. In his late forties or fifties.

Two other men sit at his table, both younger and more enthusiastic, if the way their eyes almost pop out of their sockets as they look at her is anything to go by. She doesn’t spare them a second glance.

Of course, Tav knows she’s being partial. In her experience, older men are more likely to keep their hands to themselves and leave generous tips.

A part of her resents the fact that he isn't looking at her, craves his undivided attention. But then again, her show has just started.

“That girl looks like a good lay,” says one of the men in the front row, loud enough for her to hear even over the blaring music.

“The one with the awful dye job?”

Excuse her…? Her hair color is as natural as it can get, thank you very much.

“Nah, that one is a real blond.”

“I’ll only believe if I see it for myself,” the man says as his eyes run down her body in a way that leaves little doubt as to his meaning.

Fuck her this, fuck her that. Enough of these two jerks. She heard worse and with much more color. If her handsome stranger kept such rude company around him, maybe she isn’t so keen on getting to know him after all.

She often pictures someone while she dances—a prince from a faraway land, a movie star, a stern-looking madam. It gave her performance an extra edge, made it just a little more captivating. This time, however, she doesn’t need to superimpose her imagination on a poor bystander, she locks eyes with her mysterious stranger and gives everything she has.

It doesn't take long for her to lose herself in the carnal energy of the place, in the heavy beat of the music, in the pungent smell of smoke and sweat, until everything around her is a blur. It reminds her why she does this, why she dances.

The music stops and she slides down the pole, body aching and sweaty, a satisfied smile on her face. The men stare at her, lust written in their gazes, but she only cares about one set of eyes. At the front-row table, her handsome stranger is looking straight at her.

Not just looking at her. Devouring her is a better way of putting it, as if she were a fresh-from-the-oven—and entirely too irresistible—canapé being served at his table. She was right earlier: he does look good when he smiles. Although she had underestimated the wolfish nature of it, the way his eyes sparkled with newfound interest.

The moment is short-lived. A small crowd has gathered at the edge of the stage, pulling her from her musings. Her audience expects her to put on a show and she doesn’t intend to disappoint.

Her lacy garters are overflowing with cash by the time she’s done, some falling to the floor where she stands.

A flash of brown hair. Her heart beats faster.

“You were magnificent, my dear. Truly a sight to behold.” Lorroakan, one of her regulars, blocks her view of the crowd. Tav looks past him, but the seats at the front-row table are empty. “You must let me show you my full appreciation later.”

There is little to be said about the man, other than the fact that being around him was an exercise in endurance. Forcing a smile, Tav crawls to him on all fours on the stage. Lorroakan may be an insufferable bastard, but he had money to burn.

The fabric of her jeans shorts grazes the cold floor as she arches her back to be at eye level with him. Her outfit today is that of a naughty country girl, with a sleeveless white shirt wrapped around her midriff and stockings that went up to her knees. A little too plain for her tastes, but she knows better than to say no to Shadowheart (the flush that took over the woman’s face when she put on the outfit more than made up for her troubles, though).

“I’ll take your appreciation in the form of your tips.” Holding the ginger’s gaze, she splays her palms over her breasts and squeezes them together.

It is almost comical, the way he automatically reaches into his pockets and places the money in her cleavage, like a toy that was put to work, his eyes wide open and mouth ajar.

What happens next is a little more unclear. Lorroakan goes back to his seat—or is pushed, he doesn’t seem to have noticed either way—and someone else takes his spot.

#my writing #wip #4k and i'm not sure if i'm going to finish

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Raphael | Hand gestures (1/?)

#what those claws do hm #raphael #bg3 #queuetopy

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#raphael #bg3 #queuetopy

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Me showing my mutuals from one fandom a blorbo from another fandom knowing damn well they dgaf:

#about me #queuetopy

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Follow up to the goobers!

#i love this sm #bg3 #queuetopy

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Raphael

#raphael #bg3 #queuetopy

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his words were but the ramblings of a tortured mind

#very introspective and beautiful op #lahabrea #ffxiv #queuetopy

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The most beautiful elf from Forgotten Realms...

#wow gorgeous op #love your style #astarion #bg3

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have a dancing cazador

#cazador #bg3

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#bg3 #astarion #queuetopy

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I hope he recreates Shakespearean plays alone in his House of Hope.

#bg3 #queuetopy

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Caspar David Friedrich (German, 1774–1840)

Inside the forest in the moonlight, 1823

Oil on canvas

#art #queuetopy

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Imagine when people find out that Raphael stripped Astarion against his will and mocked him for managing to keep his clothes on for that long

What an upstanding guy lmao

#asks

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can I get away with posting this on here? let's find out lmao

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update: fic written by @angellayercake !!

#this copia is everything #ghost #queuetopy

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So uhm someone sent me an anon ask and I think tumblr did an oopsie and deleted it because I can’t find it anymore. Anon if you’re out there send that ask again smkxksjzk

#asks