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I would like to see Frenchie doing more scamming in s2. Ed and Frenchie fuckery team would be simply unstoppable
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meladi-artz · 8 months
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A face still not quite right... and a hug doodle cuz my friends demanded it lmao.
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honorary-fool · 3 months
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I ordered a ball-jointed doll recently & there's a good chance she's coming in the mail today and I gotta physically hold myself back from making mini cosplays for her
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In spite of doing plenty of DIY projects in my life so far, I must admit that I've never really done any DIY projects when it comes to personalizing clothes, BUT that is going to change soon because I'm getting my first iron on patch (IT'S HOOTY FROM THE OWL HOUSE because I would not compromise on getting anything else but TOH themed) and a cheap-but-sturdy beanie and I am going to (hopefully) have a warm hat for winter that I will ACTUALLY WEAR and that features one of my very favorite characters! And I'm so excited for it, eeeeeeeeee. :'D
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pinkiedontmosh · 2 years
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My Grimsby costume is finally finished! I can't believe it started out as a curtain from the charity shop and it has evolved into this 😍 go check out my YouTube video documenting the process
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Astarion Fic Masterlist Under Cut!
Bold italics = nsfw Normal lettering = sfw
Original Ideas/Headcanons
Soft Astarion Jealousy Part 1 and Part 2
Astarion Happy Ending Part 1 and Part 2
Ascended Astarion Headcanons
Kidnapped Astarion
Past Astarion Meets the Present
Ascended Astarion Manipulation
Ask Fics
Mirror Mirror
Actually Remembering Your Vampire BF needs protection from the Sun
Astarion & Scratch: Compromising for Tav Affection
Astarion Teaching You How to Sew
Artist Tav and Subject Astarion
Not Interested in Sex Tav and Clueless Astarion
Ascended Astarion & Tav wandering away at a ball
Astarion Child Panic
Astarion Calming down Druid Tav
Chill Tav and Slightly Pissed Astarion (Blood related pissiness)
Bard Tav Singing Astarion to Sleep
Prankster Astarion who is Happy to Make Everyone Briefly Uncomfrotable
Ascended Astarion Honeymoon
Cuddly Tav and Whipped Astarion
Astarion Meeting the Family
Hot Powerful Man blowing Smoke into your Mouth, more at 11
A Night All About Him
Lady Ancunin
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Aemond Targaryen Masterlist
ALL MODERN AEMOND FICS CAN BE FOUND HERE.
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💕 = personal favorite
✨ = top performing
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Beauty and the Beast (Aemond x Reader) - Complete
Fortune & Glory (Aemond x Reader) Treasure Hunt AU - Complete 💕
I Do Burn For You (Aemond x Niece!Reader, Side Aegon x Niece!Reader) - Complete
Most Ardently (Aemond x Baratheon!Reader, SideAegon x Baratheon!Reader) - Complete
Season of the Witch (Aemond x Witch!Reader) - Complete 💕
The Bane Of My Existence (Aemond x Martell!Reader, Side Aegon x Martell!Reader) - Complete 💕
Through One Thousand Worlds and Ten Thousand Lifetimes (Aemond x Reader) - Complete 💕✨
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Hellfire (Frollo!Aemond x Esmeralda!Reader) - Complete 💕
Like a Prayer (Aemond x Septa!Reader) - Complete 💕
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"A Bit of Fun" - Aemond x Reader ✨
Aemond gets jealous when his betrothed wants to join Helaena's sewing circle.
"A Caution For Young Girls" - Aemond x Tyrell!Reader
Aemond and you keep bumping into each other at the library, and one time you're reading something you don't particularly wish him to see.
"A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes" - Stepfather!Aemond x Cinderella!Reader 💕✨
When your mother passes away suddenly, you are left in the care of your stepfather, Prince Aemond, who is overprotective to say the least. Things get out of hand when he refuses to let you attend the ball in honor of Prince Jacaerys' nameday...
"A Love Like War" - Ares!Aemond x Aphrodite!Reader (Greek God AU) 💕✨
Aemond, the God of War, does his best to woo you, the Goddess of Love, though obstacles meet you at every turn.
"Beyond The Grave" - Ghost!Aemond x Reader
Aemond's love for you survives beyond the grave.
"Blood Magick" - Aemond x Younger Sister!Reader
Aemond does whatever is required to make sure that you belong to him and not your twin.
"Catch Me If You Can" - Aemond x Niece!Reader
Aemond offers you the opportunity to run from him. But if he catches you? You're all his.
"Deep Rivers Run Quiet" - Aemond x Lannister!Reader
You have the reputation of being a spoiled young lady of House Lannister, but a certain one-eyed prince sees beyond that.
"Enchanted" - Aemond x Reader 💕
A masquerade brings you to King's Landing and leads to a chance encounter with an enchanting stranger.
"Fall From Grace" - Demon!Aemond x Angel!Reader
The prince of demons does his best to seduce you, an angel.
"Fire & Blood" - Aemond x Twin!Reader
You convince your twin of his rightful place.
"Forged In Fire" - Hephaestus!Aemond Targaryen x Aphrodite!Reader
Aemond, the God of the Forge, refuses to be cast aside and makes plans to wed you, the Goddess of Love, willing to do anything to have you.
"From This Moment On" - Aemond x Bard!Reader
Aemond falls hard and fast for you, a traveling bard.
"Goddess" - Aemond x Wetnurse!Reader ✨
When Aemond meets the new wetnurse to his nephew, Prince Maelor, he is immediately besotted.
"Hands On" - Aemond x Reader
After an argument about Aemond's jealousy, your betrothed notices that you seem very fascinated by the gloves he wears...
"Heirs of the Dragon" - Dark Prince Regent!Aemond x Twin Septa!Reader 💕
Aemond writes to you at the Starry Sept, demanding you return home and leave the Faith. You are a fool not to believe his promise that he will come to retrieve you himself if you do not return to King's Landing.
"His Love" - Dark!Aemond x Niece!Reader
When Aemond finds you after you ruin Aegon's coronation, he is in for a surprise.
"I Will Always Find You" - Dark!Aemond x Reader
Aemond falls in love with you, the mystery girl from the ball held in his honor who does not want to be found. (Dark Cinderella AU)
"I'm A Damsel, I'm In Distress, I Can Handle This" - Aemond x Martell!Reader ✨
You try to escape from your arranged marriage to Prince Aemond- Almond? Whatever.
"(I Won't Say) I'm In Love" - Aemond x Martell!Reader - sequel to "I'm A Damsel, I'm In Distress, I Can Handle This"
You and Aemond get to know each other in the days leading up to your wedding.
"Intelligent Eyes In A Hunger Pang Frame" - Aemond x Reader, side Aegon x Reader 💕
Aemond does not think he will ever be able to forget the first time he saw your face. Nor does he wish to.
"Knowing Your Place" - Aemond x Wife!Reader ✨
You encourage your husband's ambition, which serves to feed your own.
"Last Time Around" - Aemond x Maid!Reader
You stole from the prince once before, but last time around he was ill prepared. Now? He knows just how to give you your comeuppance.
"Life Imitates Art" - Pygmalion!Aemond Targaryen x Galatea!Reader 💕
Aemond sculpts your likeness - an ancient Valyrian princess known for her kind heart and chastity who died before she could take a groom.
"Little Dragon" - Aemond x Velaryon!Reader
You grow frustrated at Aemond's perception of you.
"Little Wolf" - Night's Watch!Aemond x Stark!Reader 💕
Banished to the Wall by his sister Queen Rhaenyra for the crime of kinslaying, Aemond grows restless. However, things change when you accompany your brother to Castle Black for a visit. You, the beautiful Lady Stark who was betrothed to Aemond before his banishment.
"Living Only For You" - Aemond x Niece!Reader
For the last twenty years, Aemond has been living only for you - the hope of seeing you again.
"Loathe To Love" - Aemond x Niece!Reader
You love Aemond. And you hate him for it.
"Love Story" - Aemond x Targaryen!Reader (Daemon & Laena's Daughter)
You were both young when you first saw Aemond.
"Muña" - Aemond x Older Sister!Reader 💕✨
Aemond longs for you, Aegon's twin.
"My Strong Girl" - Dark Prince Regent!Aemond x Niece!Reader 💕✨
The Prince Regent consummates his union in a rather... Unorthodox way.
"My Very Soul" - Aemond x Strong/Velaryon!Reader 💕
You are in Aemond's very soul, tormenting him
"Nerves" - Aemond x Reader 💕
You are honest with Aemond about your nerves on your wedding night.
"Not Even Death" - Frankenstein!Aemond x Sister!Reader
Aemond returns to you at the pinnacle of your grief.
"Not Made Of Glass" - Aemond x Targaryen Wife!Reader ✨
Tired of being treated like porcelain by your brother-husband, you resort to drastic measures to wake his inner dragon.
"Nothing And No One" - Aemond x Wife!Reader, One-sided!Jace x Twin!Reader ✨
Aemond shows your twin exactly who you belong to.
"Oceans Of Time" - Vampire!Aemond x Reader (Dracula AU)
Aemond has crossed oceans of time to find you, his love.
"Once Upon A Dream" - Aemond x Tyrell!Reader (Hades/Persephone AU)
You may not know Aemond, but he knows you.
"One Conversation" - Aemond x Velaryon!Reader 💕
One conversation can change everything.
"Part Of Your World" - Dark!Aemond x Mermaid!Reader
Aemond finds you, his childhood friend, years later.
"Pomegranates & Roses" - Persephone!Aemond x Hades!Reader
Aemond, the God of Spring, pursues you, the Queen of the Underworld, despite his mother's warnings.
"Queen Of Darkness" - Maleficent!Aemond x Aurora!Reader (Dark Sleeping Beauty AU) ✨
The dark prince of the fae claims what he is owed.
"Ravenous" - Aemond x Hightower Cousin!Reader ✨
When Aemond said that once the two of you are wed he won't let you leave your marital bed for a week, he meant it.
"Relief" - Aemond x Twin!Reader
When your milk starts coming in, your big brother suggests your twin gives you relief.
"Reunion" - Aemond x Older Sister!Reader 💕✨
You reunite with your brother after the death of your husband.
"Rock Husband" - Aemond x Greyjoy!Reader
Lord Dalton Greyjoy pledges his allegiance to the Greens and makes an offer the Prince Regent cannot refuse.
"Rūklītsos" - Dark!Aemond x Reader (Tangled AU) 💕✨
Found by Prince Aemond on the streets of Flea Bottom when both of you were children, he saved you when you were on the brink of starvation, hiding you away in the Red Keep as his little secret - his precious flower.
"Sanguine Kiss" - Aemond x Vampire!Reader
Aemond Targaryen meets you, his betrothed, the mysterious Lady Stark, and soon realizes there is more to you than meets the eye.
"Savior" - Aemond x Twin!Reader ✨
When you begin meeting suitors, your twin comes up with a plan to insure that you remain by his side, where you belong.
"Mīsios" - Aemond x Twin Wife!Reader (Sequel to "Savior")
After there is an attempt on your life, while you are with child no less, your husband makes sure to keep his promise to be your savior, your big brother. Your protector.
"Shall I Read You A Sonnet?" - Alpha!Aemond x Omega!Reader
Aemond wonders why you, the beautiful omega who has come to King's Landing in search of a betrothed, refuses to give him, an eligible alpha, the time of day.
"Silver Tongue" - Aemond x Stark!Reader
You're pleasantly surprised when you arrive from Winterfell and meet your betrothed, Prince Aemond.
"Six More Moons" - Aemond x Reader 💕
There's only six more moons until you and Aemond are to be wed, but you can't wait that long.
"Someday My Prince Will Come" (Dark!Aemond x Reader) ✨
Aemond finds himself unable to kill you when commanded to do so by his mother. (Dark Snow White AU)
"Speechless" (Dark!Aemond x Reader)
Prince Aemond Targaryen comes to Sunspear as an envoy from King's Landing, an advisor to your father, King Qoren. He soon begins to make plans for how to charm his way onto the throne of Dorne - and into your bed. (Dark Aladdin AU)
"Sunshine" - Aemond x Wife!Reader ✨
After you feel excluded by some of the ladies of the court, Aemond shows you just how much you mean to him.
"Sweet Boy" - Aemond x Twin!Reader
You've had quite enough of your husband neglecting you.
"Syz Riña" - Aemond x Strong/Velaryon!Reader 💕
Aemond takes his revenge for when you took his eye.
"Tell Me That You Love Me" - Aemond x Little Sister!Reader
When you return from Oldtown with your twin, betrothed to him, no less, Aemond takes matters into his own hands.
"The Bracelet Of Forty-Two Stars" - Horus!Aemond x Hathor!Reader
Aemond, the God of the Sky, will go to hell and back if it means saving you, his Goddess of Love.
"The Maiden" - Aemond x Goddess!Reader 💕✨
When The Maiden falls to Earth, Aemond helps her find her way.
"The Sapphire Prince" - Aemond x Wife!Reader
Your husband adores gifting you sapphires. If only blue was your color.
"Things Have Changed" - Alpha!Aemond x Omega Niece!Reader, side Alpha!Aegon x Omega Niece!Reader
You go into your heat and drive your uncles mad.
"Vixen" - Aemond x Niece!Reader ✨
Aemond is convinced that you're on a mission to drive him absolutely crazy.
"Worship" - Aemond x Niece!Reader - sequel to "Vixen"
You learn that Aemond's chambermaid was indeed right about what she saw.
"Vulnerability" - Aemond x Wife!Reader 💕
You come to your new husband with an idea for something to try in the bedchamber...
"We Light The Way" - Aemond x Hightower Aunt!Reader 💕✨
Aemond has loved you, his mother's sister, for most of his life, and decides to do what needs to be done to save you.
"Your Place" - Aemond x Cousin!Reader
After several years apart, Aemond comes to Runestone to convince you to take your place at his side.
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Aemond x Betrothed!Reader (enemies to lovers, "who did this to you")
Aemond x Clumsy!Reader
A Letter To His Lady - Aemond x Betrothed!Reader
Heart On Fire - Aemond x Red Priestess!Reader
Hypocritical - Girldad!Aemond x Twin Wife!Reader ✨
Kintober Day 7: Size Kink
Kinktober Day 22: Spanking + Corruption Kink
Lose For Me - Aemond x Hightower!Reader
Something Wonderful - Aemond x Witch!Reader
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NSFW Alphabet
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lynnlovesthestars · 4 months
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Could you do a Astarion x Tiefling Reader were they are sitting alone underneath there tents canopy in and they are sewing to pass the time humming and doesn't notice Astarion walk up after he was looking for them . ( they could be making something for him maybe for his 'birthday' after learning that it was that day ) .
omg sorry i took so long but my creativity juices flow in funny ways ahah.. to make it a little easier for me, since my tiny brain has been having a hard time in putting words down, i thought it would have been nice to tie this up with a oneshot i wrote a few weeks ago.. i wish i followed better your prompt- though i hope you'll like it.
Ofc reading the part before this won't change the experience, but it was nice to tie them together cause it gave a little continuity and idk anyways i hope you'll like it though it's mostly introspective and a lil angsty when astarion shows up..
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Masterlist.
Part 1. (the one shot i tied this to)
My prompt list for requests.
Taglist: @sessils @spacebarbarianweird (i forgot to add it yesterday cause im an idiot, but better late than never ahah)
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Golden.
Pairing: astarion x GN!tiefling!reader
Summary: the huge tear in his shirt caught your eye again, and you decided to give him a reminder that someone cared about him.
Genre: angsty?, lots of thinking, self-doubt, avoidance✨
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You never noticed the tears carefully patched up on Astarion’s shirt until you were retrieving your dried clothes from the fire.
His button up sat up ripped on the stone like you left it on the night before, yet you still couldn’t help but focus on the smaller sewn tears already covering the fabric. It was such a precise job, that you wouldn’t have been able to tell that the fabric was ever broken until you looked closely and the places where the thread was tightly pulled became clearer.
You made a mental note of it as you walked back to your tent, holding up the bundle of yours and Astarion’s clothes.
The camp was lively that morning: yelling, singing, clattering of bottles and pans, along with rustling of the leaves had saturated the air, charging it with an electrifying energy.
In the middle of the chaos, your brain still stirred towards Astarion and the way you woke up curled up in his side, while he was meditating.
The tension that filled the tent the night before was gone. The only thing left from the night before was the ghost of his bite on your neck, and his body holding you to him.
When he broke his trance, he acted like nothing ever happened. Like you didn’t sleep twisted with him, or the way he drove you insane the night before.
You could still feel his lips on your neck as you collected your sewing kit from the tent, which still smelled like him, blood and bergamot.
As you spread the shirt on your lap, you could relive the events of the night before like a bard stuck on encore after encore.
You could feel the warmth of your bodies pressed to each other still spreading over your skin as you carefully prepared the essential to fix the tear.
You studied the tear that spread over the back, you knew it was going to be hard to make it seem flawless like the rest of them, but you wanted to attempt for him.
Worst case scenario, it was gonna stay broken anyways.
As you started to work on the tear, and you noticed how the uneven edges were not coming out nicely, an idea spurred in your mind.
At worst you were already planning on buying him a new one when you reached Baldur’s Gate. You had connections in the lower city, and you knew you could get a tailor to make the same button up if you brought a reference.
You worked on the shirt for what felt like hours, while everyone was enjoying their day, whether they took care of chores around camp or disappeared for walks, but as everyone came and left, the only one you had not seen was Astarion.
It was only when the sun was starting to set that you finally spotted him near his tent as he was looking for something in his bag.
You were just done with the shirt, and you couldn't help but hope he liked it.
You folded the shirt carefully along with the rest of his clothes, and as you were ready to head towards Astarion, he already stood in front of you.
His face was unreadable like he wanted to convey a specific emotion, but couldn't figure out how to. He was tense, his arms were frozen at his sides, so you decided to break the ice.
“I did this for you” You carefully showed him the pile of his neatly folded clothes, and his shirt on top.
“I wanted to fix your shirt, but the tear was too-” You started but before you could explain, Astarion had stopped you almost harshly.
“You didn't have to”He said briefly, it sounded mostly like an admonishment, yet you could have sworn there was some sort of softness to it. 
“I know, but I wanted to” 
“Why?” His furrowed brows were inquisitive, trying to gauge your intentions as he wetted his lips. 
“Cause I care about you, I literally told you yesterday” The words slipped out of your lips just as quickly as your tail was swishing nervously.
He scoffed, folding his arms and turning his eyes away from you. “No one does things for free” You could tell there was something odd from him, as if he was trying to bury something under this indifference he was trying to put up now.
“Count this as a gift then” You jutted your chin towards him and invited him to take the clothes still in your arms.
He was taken aback by the simplicity with which you said those words, almost carelessly, and most of all to the person that deserved them the least, especially how hard he was being with you.
He wanted to quip back but you resumed your explanation before he could even think of a response and he wanted to hate it so much. 
“As I was saying, I tried to fix the tear, but it didn't want to look nice, so I embroidered the shirt with a gold pattern” You explained as you pointed at the button up. Astarion was so focused on shielding himself that he didn’t even look at his clothes, she could have gave him one of her shirts for what he knew and he would have not realized it until he would be in his tent. 
His eyes finally fell on the piece of clothing his mouth fell slightly open. He traced the golden thread carefully, as if it was a creation of his sick mind. “I hope it’s not too much.”You trailed off, your words were warm, almost sticking to his skin like glue. He wanted to shake them off himself, he wanted to yell that he didn’t deserve such attentions, that you were an idiot to do all of this for someone that had planned to use you, but it was like something in his body stopped him from screaming and lashing out at you, the only thing he could manage to do was the simple task he gave himself in the morning.
“I came here to thank you for last night, and for your kindness” He started with a honeyed voice. “But I suppose I have one more thing to add to the list” He clutched the bundle of clothes to his chest, tipping his head forward in thank you.
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Does Tav ask Astarion about his embroidery/sewing at any point? :)
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Oh absolutely.
As much as it would be hilarious for them to start this line of inquiry after finding his infamous underwear in their laundry, since they’re still struggling with reading, it’d probably start a bit more naturally
Ace!Tav isn’t bad at sewing. They’ve had to learn how to patch their own clothes, the same as anyone else in their profession. But it’s never as clean as they want it to be
One night Astarion sees them sitting by the fire, humming to themselves as usual as they patch up one of their shirts
The humming is starting and stopping as they struggle to make a clean stitch; this is the third time this week they had to patch this shirt, any more and it’s going to get obvious
Astarion, exasperated, just takes it from them and does it himself; honestly, how did they survive this long? Just because they’ve spent most of their life sleeping in the back room of a tavern doesn’t mean they have to dress like it
He hands it back to them, much faster than they ever could, their shirt appearing as if it had never been torn in the first place
Amazed, they ask him how he did it
Astarion just says he’s had a lot of practice, he’s had the shirt on his back for over two hundred years
Tav starts to go to him whenever they get a fresh tear
Astarion makes a show at being annoyed, but a part of him is pleased to be useful in a way that requires skills he taught himself because he likes it, not out of necessity to survive
The fact that Tav always lavishes him with praise every time is just a bonus
Post-absolute Tav encourages Astarion to figure out what he likes to do (besides murder and general acts of destruction)
That’s when Astarion starts to properly experiment with embroidery and sewing and finds he has a real talent for it
He enjoys focusing on the finer details, allowing his mind to fully focus on the task in front of him
He likes knowing he can create something beautiful with his own hands
Tav goes out and buys him supplies and thread and anything else he needs
It’s very much something he does just for himself, at least for a while
He finds he likes making his own clothes, fully using it as a form of self expression
He also takes the time to make things for Tav, embroidering details into their clothes or a new outfit for a special occasion
Tav has never paid that much attention to their looks outside of performances, but they’re always proud to wear anything Astarion makes them
If there is anyone who can appreciate the power of artistic expression, it’s a bard
I do like the idea that years down the line, when Tav has gotten a bit to old for adventuring, the pair of them settle down somewhere
Tav still performs and while Astarion opens a tailoring shop
He keep strange hours and not stellar at customer service, but that’s what Tav is there for
His work is impeccable though, so nobody can really complain
Rumor goes around the town about just how much the pair of them have stored away in treasure so bills aren’t really an issue
It’s more a way to pass the time
It’s a home, a true home, something neither of them have ever had
(Astarion x Ace!Tav Masterlist)
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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months
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Hi! Love your writing and I wanted to give you some food for thought, see if it interests you perhaps 🤭 Astarion×Tav is usually about someone smaller in size and maybe a druid or healer, but my character is a tiefling berserk barbarian... with a bigger body size... horns and tail in all their glory... if you are interested I'd love to hear if you'd got some headcanons for a character like this? 💕🙏🏻
Hi! When imagining a bigger f!Tav with Astarion, I can't stop thinking about Gwendolyn Christie (aka Brienne of Tarth) and Nikolaj Coster-Waldau (aka Jaime Lannister). Look at the photos of them, especially when Gwen wears high-heels (and she also has a husband who is much shorter than her but sews all her dresses to make her the most fabulous 6.3 ft tall woman)
Also, Neil Newbon plays a bigger druid, Tav. He was shocked that she picked Astarion in the first sex scene ^-^
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Astarion x F!BulkyTav
When you hug, Astarion's face is right up against your chest, and he can hear your heartbeat.
Which is soothing to him.
The running water problem is solved! You lift Astarion "bridal style" and put him onto your shoulders to cross the river.
Astarion is grumpy about it every time.
But deep inside, he enjoys it.
Need a better view to aim? Well, you are right here in all your barbarian 6.3 ft. glory!
Astarion can't take his eyes off how graciously you walk with a two-handed ax on your shoulders.
And once you both return to the civilized world, he will get you a dress and high heels.
Because with high heels and a dress, you will look like a gods damn goddess of war!
Is he intimidated by the fact you are taller? Never. You are his big and powerful wife, and he's proud of everything you do!
You are a big spoon, of course. And being wrapped in your hands makes Astarion feel warm and safe.
When in rage, you don't feel pain, and it hurts him to see you wounded and with broken bones
He puts your head on his lap and strokes your hair to soothe you after the battle.
Once, Astarion was caught off guard by vampire hunters who beat him and left him helpless in the sunrise.
You managed to get there right in time to crack the hunters' skulls.
And quickly carry Astarion to the safety and darkness.
Unfortunately, the merciless sun burnt him enough to slow vampire regeneration, and it took Astarion a month to fully recover.
All this time, you nurtured and fed him, telling him stories and legends of your people and only leaving him once you needed to fetch some food for yourself.
Seeing him being able to walk again was the happiest moment of your life.
When he drinks your blood, it's him sitting on your lap.
"You are a messy eater, you know that?" you ask, seeing him covered in your blood.
"You are a terribly messy eater, I hope you know that?" he comments, looking at you eating a boar's leg.
He laughs at you being not so discreet in the wilderness and attracting all sorts of enemies in your journey.
"Darling, you are loud like an ork and have the manners of a giant!"
Once you got so drunk in a feast after killing a dragon, you came to Astarion and started talking different sweet nonsense.
"I want to have silver-curled babies with you. Imagine how fierce they will be!"
Indeed, you are strong and fierce, wearing the heavy armor set, but you are still a woman, a woman Astarion loves and takes care of.
"Wear a helmet, Tav! Last time we had a quest, our half-ork companion used your head as a battering ram! Get the fucking helmet!"
Once, the enemy was too strong, and you ended up severely wounded. The most challenging thing for Astarion was to get rid of the heavy armor on your broken body to carry you to a safe place.
The view of you in pain and agony traumatized him so much he didn't dare to leave your side until you fully recovered.
You want to die in a glorious battle and bards to make songs about you.
Astarion promises you not to step into the sun once you die this glorious death but to make sure every bard and storyteller knows about your deeds and adventures.
But until then...
You have plenty of things to kill!
Hope you enjoyed it!
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thedegu · 10 months
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Tag yourself, what you bring when you go out:
Bard: Alongside the necessities, you always bring either a musical instrument and/or a full makeup set. You never know when a party might start! Your bag is either $2 or $200. You make it work either way. Essentials? eh, if they're in there, they're in there.
Barbarian: phone wallet keys. Pants have pockets for a reason. If you're feeling spicy, you'll have a multi tool on your Keychain
Cleric: At LEAST one first aid kit, two lip balms snacks and drinks, bug spray and sunscreen for you freinds who forgot to put it on. Your purse weighs as much as a neutron star, but at least it's cute!
Druid: same as cleric, but you, instead of a purse, use one of those huge reusable grocery bags. More emphasis on snacks than the first aid kit (someone else will probably have that coveted, right?) But you might also have some loose dog treats in the bottom of your bag, so pay attention when snacking.
Fighter: You carry a backpack or over-the-shoulder duffel, but your phone wallet and other essentials are kept in your pockets because it's easier to access. What do you keep in your bag? Well, at least one knife and assorted tools and emergency supplies. You keep on forgetting to put in that first aid kit, but then you'd probably need to take out that 75 piece screwdriver kit, which, tbh is more useful in more situations.
Rainger: Look, you HAVE a bag, or... had one... you just leave it at home more often than you remember it. Look, you don't really need your phone when you're on a hike, right? And the trail mix in your pocket should be enough, too. Or you have a fanny pack that is more akin to a benign tumor. There is no in between.
Rogue: Just.... so many pockets. Like, sewing extra pockets into the inside of your jacket. Like "How did you fit that sub sandwich inside of there" pockets. Like you somehow have all of the tools you need for any reason on your person at any time without a bag amount of pocket. When you're fully suited up, your clothes work as a weighted blanket. It's honestly impressive and slightly terrifying.
Paladin: Like.... a bag?? Over the shoulder with RFID protection. Nothing too fancy either, phone, wallet, keys. Snacks and a small tube of sunscreen and maybe a hand warmer in the winter. Just get the job done, if you need something more you'll take it when you need it.
Wizard: You got the backpack on sale. That's what matters to you. Never mind how it makes your back hurt or that it's falling to pieces. It holds your books and laptop and.... ah, hm, everything else you need. Oh! It does have a cool wallet compartment... just let me... oh, it's so hard to get to give me one second... really, I do have the cash for this coffee. I swear one... oh, there goes my thesaurus.
Warlock: bags are meant as a fashion statement over their utility. Yeah, I can only fit my phone or my wallet in it, but I look good doing it, so what does it matter. Black is always in season, and so are chunky boots and spiked collars. Well it's not like you'll be going out without your freinds, you might as well have them hold your things, they honestly shouldn't trust you with your own credit cards anyway so it's a win-win
Sorcerer: You have one of those electronic bags that fallows you, and you've never looked back. Yes, it might be risky. Yes, taking a full luggage bag everywhere is a bit excessive. But if it does get stolen, the glitter bomb inside will make everything worth it. Hm? Where do you keep essentials? Oh, front pants pocket and brest pocket nbd.
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inanoldhousewrites · 5 months
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Geralt limps.
Of all the changes between this journey and all their others, this is the thing that stands out to Jaskier. Not the new Roach, not Milva striding beside them, not the fact that instead of wandering wherever the next contract calls them they have an urgent mission, not the fact that everything is different about their relationships to Yennefer. No, it is only this fact.
Geralt limps.
When they first started traveling together, Jaskier was the one who was prone to limping: his boots were truly not made for traversing long distances. Blistered abounded, accompanied by the occasional misstep leading to a tender ankle. But Geralt, would tred on, surefooted as anything.
This time, Geralt limps.
Geralt has been one of the constants in Jaskier's life, one of the unchangeable facets. Find Geralt, follow him, sing about him, never doubt him for a second. Jaskier used to be able to keep time by Geralt's sure and consistent footfalls.
But now, Geralt limps.
As a witcher, Geralt's healing is both accelerated and magnified, bolstered by his potions, which would kill a normal man. Jaskier once saw Geralt stuff his own entrails back into his body and sew the wound shut. His ability to heal from almost anything was as unquestionable in Jaskier's mind as the sun rising.
And yet, Geralt limps.
Jaskier was a young man when he first met Geralt, and in the ensuing decades has not been untouched by time. He wakes with aches now, stiffness that would have been unthinkable in those early days. The road of aging stretched before him, the inescapable path of slowing, weakening, and eventually having to stay behind, while Geralt, seemingly unaging, walked on.
But instead, Jaskier walks easily and Geralt limps.
Geralt has always had one unswerving objective: walk the Path. Kill monsters, collect coin. Nothing could move him from the Path, not adoring bards, not alluring sorceresses. And then a young princess compelled him to walk a different path. She became the sole objective. It is to her that Geralt is going, and nothing will keep him from her, not time, not injury, not as long as he has breath. And where Geralt goes, Jaskier is determined to be by his side.
So Geralt limps on and Jaskier keeps pace behind him.
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samstree · 2 years
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Jaskier is easy to please.
It’s a surprise finding, Geralt thinks to himself. At least, it goes against everything he knows about Jaskier.
He’s born noble, spoiled and doted on by a loving family for eighteen years. He has the best education, one that gives him endless titles as a master of the arts and a position at the best university. He wears fine silk, dines with lords and ladies, and sings for kings and queens.
And yet, Jaskier’s eyes always light up when Geralt prepares a simple meal at the side of the road as if a chunk of rye bread is anything finer than what Lettenhove can provide for him. He always leaves the lecture halls of Oxenfurt at the first thaw of spring to catch Geralt’s early contract of the year. He delights in the most mundane days on the path and colors them bright with his songs.
“I wonder how many are as lucky as me. How many souls under the sky,” Jaskier says one night, lying on top of a thin bedroll, under a sky full of stars. “To have found what pleases them, and get to keep it.”
“The stars?” Geralt mumbles sleepily. The day has been long and he’s too tired for Jaskier’s bouts of musing. “You don’t get to keep them, Jask.”
“No, you oaf. It’s…” Jaskier trails off, huffing a smile against Geralt’s shoulder. “Never mind. Sleep for now. You won’t understand today.”
“Yes, sleep.”
“Sleep, and you just might tomorrow.”
Jaskier snores through the night on the ground. He wakes up at the first light of dawn, eyes bleary and hair mussed. He wakes up to Geralt, lying next to him and calling his name gently. A soft smile overtakes his face, their limbs still tangling.
☆  
Geralt just might understand.
Or he starts to, when he pays attention to those things that please Jaskier.
He makes a pair of gloves over the winter with leather and fur in his stash. The plain materials are nothing to be boasted, and his sewing is far from the best. Compared to Jaskier’s doublets and coats, lined with jewels and silver thread, these may as well be two lumps of rags, but somehow, Geralt knows deep in his heart that Jaskier will squeal with joy when he sees them on his birthday.
The sureness settles over his chest, spreading until it unfurls his toes like warm mead on a rainy day. He wonders how long this unnamed confidence has been with him but finds no answer. It seems his life is so full of Jaskier, that there are no traces of what came before his bright-colored existence.
On Jaskier’s birthday, the squeal ends up hurting Geralt’s sensitive ears, but the tight hug that lifts him off the ground makes it all worth it. The gloves never leave the bard’s person even in the worst of the summer days and are proudly shown off to every friend they meet on the road.
And then, Geralt learns ballroom dancing from Essi so he may invite Jaskier to a first dance after the bardic competition. Geralt practices and practices, but when the day comes and Jaskier is all close and eager, all the complicated sequences are forgotten like foams on the sea. The world narrows down to the way Jaskier leans into his embrace and those surprised laughs when Geralt steps on his toes. The first dance turns into a second, a third, and then a fourth. Before Geralt knows it, the music has ended. Jaskier keeps holding on in the silence, his chin resting on Geralt’s shoulder, his scent sweet and happy.
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“So, you are Julian’s witcher.”
An unfamiliar figure appears next to Geralt as the night comes to an end. Jaskier has gone to collect the award from his placement, but there’s no need for an introduction. Golden hair, fancy jewels, sharp eyes—it must be Valdo Marx.
“If I am?”
“Ha!” The other bard nurses his drink. “You’d need my warning, witcher. That one, Julian, is hard to please.”
Geralt could laugh if he didn’t hold too much disdain for the man.
“Don’t believe me? You’ll see. I once filled his room with roses and lilies, composed him full cycles of fine music, but all I got was rejection after rejection. I’d give him all the flowers in the world, all the songs and poetry. But no, none of it was ever good enough for Julian. Our dear Julian, who needs the world and more.”
“Hmm.”
Strange. Jaskier has never needed a world of flowers and poetry.
A bluebell is enough to make Jaskier blush when Geralt picks it from a wild field and puts it in his hand. A simple letter is enough to lift his spirit when solitude weighs down his shoulders while Geralt is away.
The flower will be pinned behind Jaskier’s ear for the rest of the day, and the letter will be read so many times the edges are worn out by the time they finally reunite. One particular songbook in the Jaskier’s pack holds tiny wildflowers and old letters on every other page. That book is growing thick over the years, bursting with little souvenirs of their time together and apart.
Valdo Marx is long gone when Geralt realizes how far his thoughts have wandered. The dance floor is empty. All the bards have left. All except for one.
“Geralt?” Jaskier appears before him, searching, curious. “Goodness, I called your name four times. What’s got you thinking so hard?”
Geralt blinks.
“You.”
“Me? What about—oh!”
Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and pulls him into a kiss.
It’s desperate and messy, done without so much as a thought. All Geralt knows is that he should kiss Jaskier. All the world could end right now and he should be kissing Jaskier. Their breaths quicken as their bodies press closer. Jaskier lets out a surprised gasp as Geralt opens him up eagerly, teasing him with every swipe of tongue, every quiet moan. He kisses the corner of Jaskier’s mouth at the end before meeting his gaze.
“Wow,” Jaskier breathes, voice hoarse and eyes hazy. He clears his throat. “Wow, Geralt, that was…”
Geralt holds onto the small of Jaskier’s back, practically keeping him upright with how unsteady his legs have become. He can’t help but preen, letting a grin tug at his lips. “That was…?”
“Oh, just…” Jaskier’s cheeks have gone pink. It’s adorable in the candlelight. He lets out a string of giggles, hiding his face in his hands and pressing his forehead to Geralt’s shoulder. “You’ve kissed me, and now I feel like the happiest man on earth,” he mumbles into Geralt’s shirt. “So forgive me if I need a moment. Just a moment to let it all sink in, is all.”
Geralt kisses Jaskier’s hair and feels him suck in another shaky breath. “You are too easy to please,” he chuckles.
When Jaskier finds enough strength to stand on his own and pulls away, his eyes are full of wonder. They are full of Geralt. “Well, of course. It’s you.”
With Jaskier here in his arms, Geralt understands now. He is what pleases Jaskier, and he is lucky. Too lucky, perhaps. To be dear to this loud bard who smiles like a fool at the sight of him is a privilege Geralt would not deserve even if he lived ten lives over. He isn’t sure what to do with this fact yet.
So he answers. “Yes, it’s me.” He makes a promise. “I’m right here.”
Geralt leans in for another kiss, nuzzling Jaskier’s nose, but a finger halts him by the lips.
“You see, if you kissed me in such quick succession,” Jaskier says, swallowing, his eyelashes casting long shadows, “I may burst with joy right this moment. So have mercy on me, will you? Let’s just stay here. Just stay, and remember.”
Under Jaskier’s palm, a witcher’s slow heart flutters at the next beat.
Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and remembers the moment. He remembers the moment when all the world’s luck is held within their palms, intertwining between their linked fingers.
☆  
It turns out, Geralt is easy to please too.
All it takes is a simple tune under Jaskier’s breath, a slow ballad, full of love and contentment, a private performance for one. It’s such a small thing, such a small joy when they are in the snowy mountains at the top of the world.
Geralt sinks into the big armchair in Kaer Morhen’s library, listening as the last note fades. His eyes flutter shut, tugged heavy by sleep and the burning fireplace. Jaskier put his lute down by the wall and settles on Geralt’s lap, tucking Geralt’s head into the crook of his neck.
“Is my new song putting you to sleep?” Jaskier asks. “Do you not like it?”
Geralt shakes his head, melting under Jaskier’s weight and attention. “Like the song fine. It’s just you.” He lets out a long exhale, his heart slowing. “Want to sleep when I’m safe.”
“Oh.”
Gentle fingers run across Geralt’s eyebrows, and he almost drifts off right there. “We should go to bed,” so he says.
“I’ll join you in a bit.”
Jaskier scrambles away, and the lack of his warmth makes Geralt grumble.
Jaskier huffs, taking Geralt’s hands to pull him up. “Just a few minutes. I have some tidying up to do.”
The world is blurry around the edges and the last line of Jaskier’s song keeps playing in Geralt’s mind. He mumbles an answer, his legs heavy. The bed that belongs to the two of them calls for Geralt with the promise of a mountain of blankets and furs to burrow under.
“Hold on.” Jaskier’s hand is on Geralt’s elbow. “The night is dangerous. Take this with you.”
He turns Geralt around to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.
With his eyes barely open, Geralt winds Kaer Morhen’s halls until the darkness gives way to the warm glow of their bedroom, where the fireplace is lit and his lungs are filled with the clean soap on Jaskier’s clothes.
Geralt returns to bed safely, with a small kiss to guard him.
It turns out, he is easy to please when it’s Jaskier.
It’s as natural as breathing, like these small things, small joys, small kisses. And they are all it takes.
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honorary-fool · 6 months
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Nameless Bard Cosplay Breakdown
Why? Why not (I want to share my creation especially with seeing so many tiktok cosplays of them, but never any guides/posts about how people. did stuff for them /lh)
I..don't know how well screen-readers will handle such a long post. I hope it works out okay.
Note: final image does not have alt image text at the time of posting, but I intend to add it later on
add alt text to images (all minus final since that would be a picture from the morning of)
Cloak
This thing is LONG. I'm about 5'1/155 cm, and this thing goes down to my KNEES (& big hood too!)
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The inside fabric is from old off-white/beige bedsheets, and the outside fabric was from joann's (link).
I used a pattern from Aliceincosplayland on Etsy (link) (note: you don't need to buy a pattern to make a cloak- I bought it because of the different options between the lengths & hood sizes) ; for mine, I used the knee-length pattern & the larger hood size.
The large covered hook & eye also from joann's (link).
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POCKETS! There's 2 small pockets close to the edges, & a bigger one I added this year to fit things like my PDM, testing kit, battery pack, etc. The smaller pockets have wooden buttons & button holes, the bigger one has a snap w/ a wooden button hot-glued on top because I didn't wanna tinker with the button hole foot.
Windblume Flower
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I forgot what I traced but I made patterns for the leaves and petals & used a tutorial to make the tassels with red embroidery thread.
It's made of felt, hot glue, and I hand-sewed some bits like the button in the middle. It's also removable & fastens via safety pin sewed into the back.
Shirt
I gotta be honest, I forgot to work on it and tried to finish it about a week before the con. It looked like it was going well, but little errors made it look not up to the standard I was holding myself to and I hated it. I didn't even add the finishing touches with the shirt's collar's closure, or the ruffles on the cuffs of the sleeves. Instead, I'm using the original shirt I got off amazon last year (link), which I'm glad I kept intact when trying t make the second version's pattern.
I wanted to make another variation that was closer to his canonical outfit and was not made out of that plasticky fabric material (not that it was uncomfy, I just thought it'd be better for a convention center with a lotta people). The arm holes were a bit too big, the neck hole was a bit snug, and I botched the collar almost entirely. Lesson learned, make mockups and do not procrastinate on your projects until the week before the event.
I have the picture of it in this post.
If it counts, last year I made a slight alteration to the original shirt in which I sewed part of the slit in the top so it didn't go as deep. That's about it, honestly.
Shorts
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Honestly, these weren't too bad overall. I cut the triangle panels out of white fabric, used embroidery thread for the criss-cross bits, and hand-sewed said panels onto the shorts.
It's great 'cus it has pockets and it's adjustable with the drawstring on the inside.
Wig
This fucker (part 2)
I combined a wig off Amazon (link) with wefts from hair extensions (link; though it comes with two I used just under one weft for both briads) to get the general shape
I went into detail on how I redid it here (also where the pictures are) but to sum it up: washed out hairspray/gel from last year, trimmed & rebraided the longer strands, used hairspray to do the bangs & gel to fix the ends.
Belt
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I had this old brown fabric from an old sewing class project that I used. I measured the length by putting the rest of the costume on and using a measuring tape, overlapping a little so there was room to add the snaps for a closure. I think I used the trim from an old bedsheet and put it on either of the longer ends, then painted it yellow to match the bard's. Semi-reliable snap closure sewn in later, then boom, belt!
Lyre Prop
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I forgot what I traced to make this pattern too, but I made it out of felt, essentially a stuffed toy. The little bar bit at the top is a separate pattern piece, as I tried making it all into one and was unable to turn it inside out. I forgot what kind of cord/string I used for the lyre strings, I just remember using mod podge to stiffen it as a finishing touch.
I used it last year as a prop, but I ended up just carrying it around so it might be best to leave home unless you plan to take a lotta pictures.
Miscellaneous Parts
Corset Belt: bought off amazon (link) ; It's comfy for the most part. liked the idea of a faux corset as opposed to the vest
Boots: last year I used a different set of boots that I've had for years, this year I'm using slightly newer boots that I got off my brother since they're small on him. They're timberlands I think? A li'l bit of height, lace-up, slight heel, feels 3% more badass /j
Makeup: I... know very little about makeup. I highly doubt the bard used makeup back then (/j). With that in mind, I really just use black eyeshadow & an eyebrow brush to fill my brows in and that's it. I use an old eyeshadow palette, but I also have an eyeshadow stick from the dollar store that works if you wet it slightly (mostly because it's a year old and is dried out by now..probably).
Wisp Prop: Touched on in this post, I like to take along one of my wisp dolls- the second one I've ever made, specifically. Made with my own personal pattern, he's easy to tuck away into a smaller pocket with just his head sticking out. I'll never forget the excitement of the Bennett and Fischl cosplayers I ran into last year when I took the wisp out to show them. 100/10, easily my favorite prop. The only real change made to him is that he has glow in the dark paint on his eyes, which probably won't do much in a convention setting but I still think it's cool.
Sword Prop: Very unnecessary & impromptu, but also very fun. At last year's con there was a vendor selling foam game/anime weapons and I got a foam Freedom Sworn. At the time of writing this out, I'm unsure if I will be taking it with me this year or not, since I can't exactly store it under my cloak when I'm not holding it.
Final Reveal!
(like I said at the top, this image is the only one w/out alt image text; I'll add it later)
(face scribbled over for comfort reasons)
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The Evermore Grimoire: Celtic Mythology
Ceridwen was the goddess of rebirth, transformation and inspiration in Celtic Mythology. She was also a powerful Welsh sorceress who had a great cauldron (The Awen) of poetic inspiration, which was one of her main symbols, that she used to create potions, including the ability to imbue wisdom, beauty, and prophecy. In one story a potion mixture had to be boiled for a year and a day. She set Morda, a blind man, to tend the fire beneath the cauldron, while Gwion Bach, a young boy, stirred the concoction. The first three drops of liquid from this potion gave wisdom; the rest was a fatal poison. Three hot drops spilled onto Gwion's thumb as he stirred, burning him. He instinctively put his thumb in his mouth, and gained the wisdom and knowledge Ceridwen had intended for her son. Realising that Ceridwen would be angry, Gwion fled. She chased him. Using the powers of the potion he transformed into a hare. She became a greyhound. He became a fish and jumped into a river. She transformed into an otter. He turned into a bird; she became a hawk. Finally, he turned into a single grain of corn. Ceridwen then became a hen and being a goddess (or enchantress, depending on the version of the tale), she found and ate him without trouble. But because of the potion he was not destroyed. When Ceridwen became pregnant, she knew it was Gwion and resolved to kill the child when he was born. However, when he was born, he was so beautiful that she could not do it. So Ceridwen threw him in the ocean instead, sewing him inside a leather-skin bag. The child did not die, but was rescued on a Welsh shore (near Aberdyfi) by a prince named Elffin ap Gwyddno; the reborn infant grew to become the legendary bard Taliesin.
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wri0thesley · 17 days
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Consider: you work in the Angel’s Share. Because you’re curvier than the other wait staff the uniform cut comes up a lil bit shorter than the others, but it’s still within what you’d consider decent so you leave it be. Until one day someone orders something from the top shelf and Diluc is busy with another customer so you stand on your tippy toes and reach your hands above your head to grab it and without you knowing suddenly that skirt doesn’t cover quite so much when Diluc turns to see… (maybe the customer who ordered it even did that on purpose and he has to handle their leering at you) 👀
[rapturous applause]
it's . . . difficult. you're the first really curvy waitstaff that the tailor has had to dress, and they didn't realise that the adjustment needed to be more than just 'make some bits wider' - it's a common problem, you've found, with sewists who aren't used to sewing for bigger bodies! but it's basically decent, and you hate to cause a fuss, so you just sigh and smile and try and remind yourself not to bend over--
but it's not only bending over that causes a problem. and you have never thought about yourself as being attractive to a man like master diluc (!), so you don't notice the guilty way his eyes linger on you whenever the two of you have a shift together. you do notice the way a couple of the regulars like to peer down your too-low top or lean down a little further in their chair as you walk away (the cavalry captain and the bard with the braids are particular offenders of these) - but it increases your tips, and hey, you've gotta make a living!
only one night kaeya is leaning across the bar and pointing at some forgotten top-shelf wine and poking gentle fun that you can't reach it, so you end up placing your hands on your hips and huffing out that you'll show him, and as you turn around and get onto the tips of your toes . . .
there's a warm, large presence behind you. a hand grabs the bottle you're looking for. master diluc stands there, his breath coming a little fast, his cheeks a little bit flushed.
"sorry," he mumbles. "thought you needed some . . . help--"
and as he turns to kaeya and slams the bottle down, he gives the captain the biggest scowl you've ever seen from your boss.
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