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rainbowlemonslices · 2 months

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✮🛸intro🪐✮

we’re a plural system who has been on tumblr for a little bit and are redoing certain aspects of our blog to be a bit more accurate! many of us are nonhuman in the headspace in one way or another (kin, holothere, etc). in addition to this, we’re all collectively a goop dog alien who also has parasites, or as we call them, “bugs”! we are physically goop, but are usually in a human form as it takes too much effort to intentionally shift so might as well stay in disguise. we are also able to rarely shift into other creatures, such as a jerboa, but we usually stay human or sometimes our true body. originally we were nervous about bringing up the whole physically nonhuman thing, but with the recent explosion in holothere content, we decided to go ahead and show that part of ourselves to tumblr. also, we mostly use the color purple, despite the rainbow username so yeah.

✮🛸basic info🪐✮

~ our name is goop (collective identity) or lemons (tumblr system name)!

~ we’re usually fine with any pronouns (including it/it’s) collectively, but certain headmates have preferences

~ we use the label holothere usually, but don’t rlly care much abt or mind labels

~ we’re probably neurodivergent so keep that in mind!

~ some of us are adults, while others are not

~ we don’t rlly have a set dni, just don’t be a jerk yk?

~ endo system (no syscourse, most of us hate discourse and all that stuff)

~ we’re still learning abt the whole parasitical bugs thing, and will add more abt that whenever we find stuff out

~ plz interact u you want, we like to try and meet new people even tho we’re bad at social stuff! (rbs, asks, comments are much appreciated!)

~ we mostly post nonhuman and alterhuman stuff, so except to see that kind of thing on this blog as we get better at writing (we struggle with writing so we’ll see how much improving actually happens lol)

~ pfp is a more online sona version of what we look like, which was designed by a friend!

✮🛸headmates list🪐✮

codename+emoji (pronouns//non-human?//kin type//other)

~ red 🌹(red panda and bird hybrid//polar bearkin//minor)

~ orange 🏵️(piplup//huskykin//age regressor)

~ yellow 🍋(alien//whalekin and monkeykin)

~ green 🍃(he/him//part crow)

~ cyan 🦋(hawkkin//minor)

~ blue 🫐(he/him//salmonkin and foxkin)

~ indigo 🌀(dragon//uses translations form other alters)

~ purple 🪻(ey/em/eirs/emself or any other pronouns//jerboa//rabbitkin(?), duckkin, agoutikin, maybe something else but idk//minor)

~ violet ☂️(alien//age regressor)

~ pink 🌸(he/him//pig)

~ crimson 🧣(he/him//demon dog)

~ arctic ❄️ (any pronouns, including neos//bug alien//questioning sea turtle kin)

~ taffy 🎀 (any//angel)

~ lime 🍊(any of he/she/they/it//lion)

~ littles 🌤️ (anonymous)

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arcticfoxyippee · 7 months

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looking for blogs to follow!

im Bo and im an arctic fox therian + fox/vulpes cladotherian! i want some more blogs to follow/possible mutuals or friends so please interact with this post if you are

• a therian! (especially fellow foxes!)

• angelkin (my angelkin sideblog is @goldangeleyes)

• in general kin/nonhuman/alterhuman!

#therian #therianthropy #therianthrope #fox therian #arctic fox therian #otherkin #foxkin #angelkin #alterhuman #nonhuman #❄️🦊

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anya-anya002 · 6 months

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𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 (ⅈ)

PastTeacher! Alex Turner x PastStudent! Reader

Summary: You decide to return to your high school, just to look around when you find a familiar friend…still there.

(So I basically got stuck mid story and feedback would be lovely 🧍🏿)

The frigid air kept your cheeks tingly as you walked towards the familiar block. Your heart thumped loudly; you crossed the street you’ve traveled thousands of times before.. Who was still there? Did they even remember you? Were you even that memorable?

Suddenly, you stopped; the big brick building was only an alley away, thinking it all over. You just leaned against the wall of a café for a second. The air-nippy crab apples lay on the sidewalk rotten, half-eaten by insects as their trees stood bare. Windows of nearby houses now closed, no longer friendly to the cold air, and your heart still thumped. What would you do if all your teachers had quit? What would you do if he left? And that's what got you to keep walking.

Your boots clacking against the sidewalk replaced the maddening banging within you. Everything was just how you left it: the uneven pavement, the traffic cone that sat since freshman year still lay broken and scuffed, the reflective tape now gone.

'The Marligian High School for Integral Art,' such a pretentious name, you still cringed, realizing this was your school. You climbed up the stairs and, with a deep inhale, entered.

At the front desk sat the same security guard, except gray and wrinkled. While he drank his coffee idly, you approached.

"Uh, hi," you smiled awkwardly, mind zipped with all possibilities as you watched him look up at you with wide eyes.

"Y/N! Look at you!" he smiled.

The two of you conversed while discussing your reason for being there: just visiting some old teachers and getting a bit of a look at the place while you're here. The security guard smiled, writing out a visitor pass.

"You remember how you were always ringin' that doorbell?" he joked; your cheeks tingled again as you smiled brightly and giggled in embarrassment.

"Stop! Y'know traffic here's ass, and I took the bus with Fredickson, Doogan, and Harrison kids...being early was a mission," you quipped, your smile growing ever so vast, scratching the back of your neck. He chuckled and shook his head.

"You still talking to Sofie?"

"No sir,"

He nodded in response, handed the pass to you, and sent you on your way, at least without worrying about being late like you used to be. Yet, something from here still gnawed at you.

"Uh," you stopped, turning back to the security guard.

"Is Mr. Turner still here?" you asked, hope sprinkled throughout your words. You saw him think about it momentarily. Your cheeks hurt from trying not to smile so hard.

"He's teaching 4th block... The bell ends in like a couple of minutes," he said. Your smile dropped slightly.

"Well, I'll just hang with Mrs. Theroux-" you said, turning the corner, down the long hall towards the music rooms, pass in hand. Pass the walls lined with paintings, the artwork was drawn by students; this time, it was still lives of the city, and the kids today were damn good compared to your friends. You moved closer to even one of the paintings of the train line, and damn, the sunset looked so real. The shades of orange, blue, and purple were blended so well that another smile snuck onto your face. The more you stare at the painting, the more you remember your adolescence, the more you remember him.

Examine the art a bit more, the bell rang. The monotonous, robotic 'beeeep' of it gave you flashbacks of running through those same halls to get anywhere. You shuffled quickly back around to Mr. Turner's room, heart revving up once more.

Your relationship with Mr. Turner was...confusing. You'd heard of him before when you were a freshman; you assumed he was an "arts" teacher with a name like that, but alas, he was just an English teacher with a 'cool' accent.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner #anya—anya #arctic monkeys #snippet #hometown AU #teacher x student #teacher au #my fics #outoftheblue❄️#alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #is this angst #angst

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tr33hvgger · 2 months

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whiteknight: the electric yurigaloo 2

#rwby #whiteknight #arctic viper #caduceus #weiss schnee #jaune arc #mercury black #art #fanart #my art #yes this is an art pile of me and wess stuff #🌹#❄️

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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 11 months

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self care for : an arctic fox without specifications requested by ❄️🐾anon

x | x | x x | - | x x | x | x

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inmyownfantasywrld · 9 months

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HUMBUG ERA 4EVA 😫

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #humbug era #❄️🐒

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aj-antianti · 1 year

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Hey….. It’s Mod Arctic Wolf! :3

I’m a cis lesbian with STRICTLY she/her pronouns ONLY.

I wanna spread my ships all around, even if they’re problematic. I don’t care!

I’m a proshipper + other stuff

I will be the “main” mod on this account, but the others will make intros soon! :D

I’ll be singing off like this!

- Arctic Wolf 🐺❄️

#🍖🌈#🌸🌙#Mod Arctic Wolf🐺❄️#animal jam #ajpw #proship #not satire #not a joke

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an-unloving-god · 4 months

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Actually want to see what'll happen if I just nerf Lium too, just kill him off at the next possible moment to see what happens to the scale

#[ 🎭 ] the unloving god talks #It would be a little bit ironic if he drowned or died in a fire actually-#[ ❄️ ] adventure through the arctic thoughts

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ramblerambo · 7 months

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I SEE ARCTIC MONKEYS TODAYYY IM SO EXCITED

#arctic monkeys #alex turner #jamie cook #nick o’malley #matt helders #❄️🐒

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heartnosekid · 5 months

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fluffy seals & icy arctic blue stims for anon!

🦭-❄️-🦭 / ❄️-🦭-❄️ / 🦭-❄️-🦭

#stim #stimboard #seals #arctic #sfw #blue #white #black #brown #teal #fluffy seals #animals #ice #nature #snow #water #eye contact #oceans #rivers #requests

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rainbowlemonslices · 10 months

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intro

welcome to our system’s blog! we are a plural system with many members. headmates are only added to the blog if they wish to be, and all littles will be anonymous. the codenames are not out actual names.

so here’s a basic intro to who will be on this blog!:

codename+emoji (pronouns//non-human?//kin type//other)

~ red 🌹(he/him//red panda and bird hybrid//polar bearkin//minor)

~ orange 🏵️(she/her//piplup//huskykin//age regressor)

~ yellow 🍋(he/she/they//alien//whalekin and monkeykin)

~ green 🍃(he/him//part crow)

~ cyan 🦋(they/it//dogkin and hawkkin//minor)

~ blue 🫐(he/him//salmonkin and foxkin)

~ indigo 🌀(he/him//dragon//uses translations form other alters)

~ purple 🪻(ey/em/eirs/emself//jerboa//rabbitkin(?), duckkin, agoutikin, maybe something else but idk//minor)

~ violet ☂️(they/it//alien//age regressor)

~ pink 🌸(he/him//pig)

~ crimson 🧣(he/him//demon dog)

~ arctic ❄️ (any pronouns, including neos//bug alien//questioning sea turtle kin)

~ taffy 🎀 (he/him//goblinkin [in the sense that im literally just a gremlin creature who likes shinies and nature])

~ lime 🍊(he/him//lion)

~ littles 🌤️ (anonymous, please do not force information about them or from them)

btw this was made by and named by yellow, and he likes lemons a lot so yeah.

(we’ve edited this post so many times lol)

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arcticfoxyippee · 7 months

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the urge to dig and burrow and dig and burrow and dig and burrow and dig and burrow and dig and burrow and dig and burrow and dig and burrow and

#wishing i had a den rn #therian #therianthropy #therianthrope #fox therian #arctic fox therian #nonhuman #alterhuman #repitition #❄️🦊

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anya-anya002 · 6 months

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𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆 (𝕚𝕚)

PastTeacher! Alex Turner x PastStudent! Reader

(If this was a series would y’all read it? 🧍🏿)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You decide to return to your high school, just to look around when you find a familiar friend…still there.

When you finally approached the door, you looked to your left to see that the history teacher was gone, replaced with a woman wearing an oversized graphic t-shirt and jeans who ushered out the rest of the students. Finally, you peeked through the glass to see him still here. Fluffy brown hair, now freshly trimmed instead of a voluminous mess or hidden underneath an unexpected beanie or handfuls of pomade.

You couldn't help but smile widely, gazing at your favorite teacher. Adorned in a powder blue button-down and a pair of jeans, he erased the marker board in the dim, empty class. While you watched him idly, you hadn't noticed him noticing you as well, so entranced by him letting all your memories hit you. And then you saw him walking up to the door, your nerves grew.

You backed away, still gazing at him, now thinking about the last time you spoke.

"Y/N," he said, everything in you froze. He looked at you with utter surprise, urging you inside excitedly.

"It's good to see you again, Al," you smirked, sitting at one of the desks near the window.

"How have you been? You're grown." He said, a grin as big as yours plastered on his face.

"Great, I'm, um in college for psychology and Creative Writing." You spoke. You began to ooze with a sorta of pride, your shoulders back, and the grin you hated was slathered all over your face.

"Oh, Y/N, I knew you'd get into something you'd like." He said. All those smiles he gave were like drugs to you, happy that Mr. Turner was still here, but the thought still gnawed at your skull.

The classroom's theme was Farm, and from what you could tell, poems and art from students lined the paper grass-lined bulletin board. Little stalks of faux cattails hang from the corners, and you try not to giggle. He sits at the little hexagon desk beside you as you stare at the little string lights that wrap around the window seals.

“How’s Marligan treatin’ you?” you said, a grin as wide as one stretching their arms outgrew. Alexander groaned, his eyes rolling as he hurried to the desk.

“I don't get them, Y/N,” he started, bringing a hand up to his temples to soothe his oncoming headache. You nod, knowing that sometimes things never change.

“They’re kids.” you deadpanned, looking at him with a neutral face.

“I told you before. You just gotta let them fail. I know you care. That's why you're amazing.” you said. Alex exhaled loudly.

“But how would that be helping them when they applied to be here!” he exclaimed; this must’ve been driving him mad, the paradox of it all. He looked at you, eyebrows raised and face in a scowl as he called everyone you knew out. You weren't bothered by the sting you felt; why be hurt by the truth?

“Yeah, that's true…then, how come you didn't hate me?” you questioned, crossing your legs and gazing at him-longingly.

“What?” he looked at you, almost bewildered, fuck, you tensed up. Eyes did not dare to meet his while you now assumed he’d turn you to salt. However, your mouth opened again.

“Turner, you can't be fucking around. I literally met you when you were proctoring my test, and you joked how bad I was at math,” you pointed out, yet he deflected, eyes shifted as you lift your head.

“So, you had a lot of struggles…and math isn’t for everyone.” He said, which was true. You still counted on your fingers.

“Alex, you know that we both’re aware that my struggles were of my doing. And even then, I was perfectly fine in your classes. I even felt bad when others disrupted you.” you stopped to gaze into his eyes. All those times you've seen his disappointed face when he looked upon your peers, too young to know what to do next after his students just conducted a whole performance in the middle of a Socratic seminar.

“What are you gettin’ at Y/N?” he asked, his lips pursed as the two of you sat for a second. Staring at each other. You wondered if he couldn't believe himself either, you being here.

“Al…I was a failure, I was lazy, I didn't have anything goin’ for me. So how was it that we were always talking?” you asked; your eyes burned again, and the silence crept in again. Alex glanced at you, stunned. You'd call him out on his bullshit, yea, but at least you weren't vague about it. Your eyes narrowed before you spoke once more,

“What did you mean the last time we spoke?” you asked, not thinking he'd remember that long ago, but somehow he did, vividly, his face soured into a grimace.

“I, I just needed to know if it was me that drew us apart,” he said, his voice cracked. Your eyes widened in shock.

“Y/N we talked almost everyday, multiple times for almost 2 years and then during the middle of it all…you stopped, and you just didn't stop, you damn near hated me! You avoided me unless it was class,” he said. Tears began to develop in his eyes as you stayed quiet. This time that sting, stung and stung you hard. The familiar feeling of hurt filled your chest, as you sniffled loudly.

“I stopped because I felt like when I met Sofie and them, I didn't need to cling to a teacher who probably had something better to do than talk to me.” you said now chewing at your lip as you explained it to him.

“You’re not going to actually think I believe that,” he said, you pressed your lips together tightly, forming a thin line. Cheeks tingly as you fiddled with your fingers.

“It's true,” you meekly retorted, he raised a brow.

“I still don't believe you, you've sat in here before with friends before.” he pointed out.

“Al,” you groaned, looking at him with longing and sadness, the way you used to. Your hands rub against your jeans before speaking.

“I left because of Sofie and the girls, yea, I also left because of…other things.” you muttered the last part, to his intrigue.

“Other things….”

“Something…something my mom said that got to me bad. I guess I took it too seriously.”

The comment now echoed in your head as the string lights blinked on and off to an unspoken rhythm. It's yellow light gleamed against the side of his face, the two of you in the dark, tense quiet.

“Was it about dress code? I told you I really didn't feel comfortable enforcing it on you guys I'm sorry.” he said, his voice low and expression sorrowful.

“No, it was something, something else.”

“What’d she say?”

The speechlessness crept in furthermore, this time you were mustering up the courage, or idiocy to finish.

“She said,” you began. As you look into your friends’ eyes, it felt like year's ago. When you sat in his classroom picking his brain about some drama you saw online or asking him about his time off.

"She said, if it were another world or if we were closer in age, we'd go out or something like that," you brushed off the statement as if it hadn't been stuck in your head for so long. You look back up to see Alex's utterly red face, not knowing what to say next like he's just seen you take your head off and throw it at him. You press your lips together and grit your teeth.

"Y/N?" "Yea?" "…Do you agree with her still?"

Your breath caught in your throat as you gawked at him.

"Alex…" "Do you?" he implored, resting his elbow on the desk, eyebrow raised, and lips pursed. It's now your turn to be flustered. You were speechless, like when he constantly asked you 'why' when discussing, but now, nothing to leave your lips, not even an ever so hated vulgarity.

"I," you stammered, absolutely stunned by this revelation, an unexpected outcome. You sat there frozen, just staring at him.

"Y/N, do you still…like me like that?" he asked, his eyes shifting from you to the window. The way he said your name made your stomach flutter.

"Alex, please tell me I'm not oversteppin'…I'll leave if I am. I-" you stopped yourself when you heard a sniffle- Alex was crying, his eyes glassy and hands fidgeting.

"You won't believe how I've felt about you once I saw you just now," he croaked, his eyes now looking you over thoroughly for once as if he'd never seen you before.

"I, I thought you were a breath of fresh air. Students have conversed with me, and I like talking to you guys, yeah…but you, I adored talking to you… you spoke to me like we've known each other for years," he said. Your head spun.

"It felt like you didn't see me as 'Mr. Turner,'" You nodded; most of your time with him, you just didn't expect him to feel the same.

"Felt like you didn't just see some shit kid," you added without much thought. He thought about it and shrugged.

"I saw a smart, mature, witty, young woman who hated everyone in the room," he half-joked.

"Everyone but you," you said to which he laughed.

"Everyone but me, yeah." he smirked, now taking your hand in his. He was cold compared to the stiffling heat of the room. Content, the thing that gnawed at you like termites to a wood cabin now vanished.

"I missed you so Alex," your voice cracked, gripping his hand as tears that've been on edge finally rolled down your cheeks.

"I don't think I've ever missed anyone as much as I did you," you continued, the steaming tears dribbled off your chin and quickly, you reached up and patted them away with a sleeve. The two of you both glanced at each other with tear filled eyes.

"Alex, I love you, I've loved you as a friend since we first met and I loved as something more when you were there for me at my lowest."

Another pregnant pause, you stared at each other's hands and the way they intertwined. His hands were much bigger than yours, his palms were soft, but the parts where his fingers met were calloused.

"Y/N..." he whispered, squeezing your hand firmly. You looked him up and down, your eyes still burned, and your heart overflowed.

"Alex, you left a mark in my mind," you whispered.

What's up with us and silence, you thought. Looking around for once, you noticed how close you were to him, your knees grazing his, elbows knocking.

"You've done just the same thing." he said, you turned your body to him and there you were, face to face. He looked so different now, softer. Your thighs touching.

"Alex, I’m so sorry if I hurt your feelings when I ghosted you…especially for someone like Sofie.”

#anya—anya #my fics #outoftheblue❄️#alex turner #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #teacher x student #hometown au #angst to fluff #slow-ish burn #Spotify #alex turner x you

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plusie · 8 months

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❄️ • pink blue and white arctic foxes for anon!!

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downfalldestiny · 7 months

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The beauty of the Arctic night 🌟🤍❄️ !.

#Arctic #Twilight #Sky #Magic #Night #Stars #Beauty #downfalldestiny #downfall #life #magic destinations #magical world #magic moments #حب #جمال #سماء #شفق

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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headcanons or a one-shot of astarion x gn!tav baking cookies and/or doing other wintery things? thank you for the bonus prompt! i love domestic wintertime vibes 💙❄️

Hi! I fucked up with your last prompt, so here is your bonus one! And Merry Christmas!

Prompt ✶New Beginnings✶ for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge

The pieces of the book Tav is reading are taken from Forgotten Realms Wiki.

Got inspired by this amazing piece of art by @demiesop

The Sea of Moving Ice

Synopsis: Astarion returns too early with a confession.

Tags: fluff, comfort

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Nestled by the fireplace, you find solace amidst the raging blizzard outside. The crackling flames cast a comforting glow, kissing your face and enveloping your arms in their gentle warmth. You slowly turn pages.

The Sea of Moving Ice is located west of Icewind Dale and northwest of the Cold Run. Almost completely uncharted, the ice masses set wide enough apart for a ship to pass.

You shiver. Well, as it wasn't cold enough. Now you can't stop thinking about the freezing hell stretching far to the north.

The domain of ice dragon and unimaginable horrors!

You wrap yourself in a fur blanket. You never had a chance to learn how to read and Astarion always teased you about that. Whenever you wanted him to read for you, he would try to sit you down and teach but you knew the dance. You would make puppy eyes and praise Astarion's voice and the vampire would give up and read any book you want.

But the end of autumn met you far in the north, in the town of Firesheer. You got sick and, by the time you fully recovered, it was already too cold and dangerous to keep travelling.

So you decided to wait until the beginning of spring. In the meantime, Astarion finally made you learn to read.

Along with seals, walruses and polar bears, the Sea of Moving Ice is also home to other dangers. Lairs of ice trolls can be found in errant shipwrecks, and white dragons often make home within larger icebergs.

White dragons! For some reason, the idea of seeing those creatures fascinates you. You turn pages further trying to find a chapter about them.

Adult white dragons have several abilities well suited to their arctic habitat: they can climb ice cliffs with ease, fly very high and fast, and are exceptional swimmers.

The door to the room opens and you see Astarion.

"I thought you wanted to walk around till sunrise?" you ask.

He doesn't say anything and sits behind you wrapping his hands around your chest and pressing his face against the crook of your neck.

"Astarion, is everything all right?"

He doesn't move as if frozen. You suppress a desire to stand up to hug him, to make him tell you everything. Maybe, a year ago you would have done it, but now you know better. Sometimes it's best not to pay attention.

You caress his knuckles.

"I've read a few chapters already. Well, of course, you would have finished the whole book, but I am trying my best."

Another page. The picture of a fortress captures your attention. It looks like a giant skull adorned with a crown.

Grimskalle.

No matter how much Far North scares you, your innate desire for adventure craves to see all these places.

Astarion is silent and motionless. He wraps you tightly not allowing you to move. Maybe something triggered him? Reminded him of his recent past? Or is he just overwhelmed? He almost never spends nights inside, even if there is a snowstorm like that.

"Thank you for having patience with me", you say. "You were right. Being able to read feels so nice."

Silence. You listen up. Astarion has a very unsettling skill of being able to cry without making almost any sound.

"I love you."

The words return you to reality. Astarion holds you tightly and presses his lips against the nape of your neck. You feel as if you were submerged in warm waters.

"I love you too, Astarion" You smile.

Expressing his feelings doesn't come easy for him. While he's become adept at discussing negative emotions, fears, and traumas with you, simple confessions are still quite rare.

"No, you don't understand," he muffles. "I love you. If I were alive, my heart would skip a beat every time I see you. You are so warm and kind, I can't believe you are real. Your sole presence is enough to wash away the nightmares from my mind. I feel new with you. I feel innocent. I feel … redeemed."

You finally set yourself free and turn to him. Tears prickle in the corners of his eyes but he smiles with this sincere goofy smile you saw on the graveyard for the first time.

The real him.

You cup his face and kiss his forehead. Then you proceed kissing his cheeks and lips, making sure no part of his face is left untouched.

"So, you’ve returned earlier to tell me all that?"

"Yes. You always tell me good things. How much you love me; how much you care. You bath me with affection and I just wanted to reciprocate."

You shake your head. "My love, we agreed on that. You don't need to reciprocate. You don't owe me anything…"

He sighs. No his face looks serious. "Isn't love always about a fair exchange? One-sided affection sounds awful. I owe you and you owe me. That’s the deal, isn't it?"

You reluctantly agree. Yes, if Astarion never returned any love, you would probably have lost any interest in this relationship months ago.

But, gods, he loves you!

There is so much love and care in him! Somehow, Astarion managed to conceal them deep within his undead heart that he forgot about their existence.

But yet he found access to them as if finally obtaining the key from an intricate locked box.

Ability to love.

Ability to care.

Ability to laugh and enjoy life to its fullest.

When you wake up, the first thing you see is his eyes. He watches you sleeping with such adoration it makes your heart skip a beat. He cares about you so much; you can fully give yourself to him and not worry about anything.

Astarion, your beloved.

"You know... I lied"

"About what?"

"That nothing bothered me when I came back"

"Oh? What happened?"

He turns away collecting his thoughts. "You know... I've never really thought about the nature of our relationships. The very idea someone could love me the way I am seemed ridiculous. When I confessed to you, I expected you to break up with me. I couldn't understand what you are to me. My love? My partner? My significant other? I didn’t know. To this day."

The conversation takes an unexpected turn and you wait.

"I walked around the town and bumped into a woman - she was closing her jewerly store. She started bothering me with all these stupid questions. Where we are from, where we are heading. Who you are. Who I am. Who we are to each other. And, well… I ended up buying something."

"Buying? Not stealing?"

"We are going to spend here at least two months. Wouldn’t be smart to steal from locals. Close your eyes."

You oblige and in a second you feel something cold on your palm.

Two rings.

"W-what is this, Astarion?"

"She was trying to find out if you are single. Or if I am single. She probably couldn't decide which of us she liked more. I just… threw her money saying "We are going to marry so fuck off."

"Oh?"

"Listen... if you don’t like this idea... I..."

"I do."

You take his left hand and without hesitation put the ring on his finger. Then you kiss the knuckles and it seals the deal.

Astarion's hand is trembling as he puts on the second ring on you. "I want to see the world with you, Tav. I want to see all these weird and scary places. I want to be with you. I want to be with you in every possible form."

You lean for a kiss. "And we are going to see the Sea of Moving Ice !"

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