There's something about Fitz and Amber together in a field of flowers that sparks an unparalleled amount of joy 🌼
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More Of Cats And Closed Doors art because @tragediegh keeps creating the most beautiful and romantic scenarios for these two.
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Queer media really just always be like ✨HANDS✨
She Makes My Heart Flutter (2022) | The Eighth Sense (2023) | The Eighth Sense (2023) | My School President (2022) | Fragrance of the First Flower (2021) | GAP The Series (2022) | A Time Called You (2023) | Moonlight Chicken (2023) | My School President (2022) | Dangerous Romance (2023)
Gif creds: @damnthosewords @tomystars @forcebook @firstkhao @gabrielokun @weiwuxian @liveasbutterflies @mantrisanu @bevioletskies @liyazaki
Part 2/? (Part 1)
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Winnie (my Tav) and the weirdos have stolen the orphic hammer, freed Hope and are currently about to flee through the portal back to the Gate. Alas! Raphael arrives home in time to confront them. Winnie is able to convince the Orthon to fight by their side, but the theatrical devil is still fully confident he'll come out on top!
"It'll only take a moment for me to finish you."
"Funny, I've heard that's twice the amount of time it takes for Haarlep to finish you, ya little bottom bitch!" Winnie cackled with a mischievous little shit eating grin.
"How dare you!" The devil snarled.
"Not to ruin your witty little one liner my dear, but are you certain you're in any position to mock someone for being a bottom? I've had you whimpering beneath me since I first took you to bed." Astarion spoke up, eyeing Winnie with a smug mischievous smirk.
Winnie turned bright red. "Astarion! Not in front of the weasely devil man!"
Just something that's been in my head for a while.
~Druid
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Finding Comfort in Chaos:
Summary: Astarion has a tender morning ritual that helps him prepare for the day ahead
Word count: 322
Genre: fluff
Astarion x Ashe
Every morning, without fail, Astarion reached for the same worn blue mug perched on the kitchen counter. Its surface was chipped and faded, a testament to years of faithful service. Half way down an indent started to wear from where his thumbs rested so frequently, leaving the old cup a bit lopsided. Yet to Astarion, it was more than just a crooked vessel for his morning brew—it was a cherished companion, a silent witness to the start of each new day. The familiarity of the cup was welcomed as his life has proved quite chaotic, and when you live forever you needn't be wasteful. Ashe watched with a fond smile as Astarion filled the mug with steaming hot tea, the fragrant aroma filling the air, leaving a small layer of condensation on his face from breathing it in. She knew the significance of that simple ritual, the way it grounded him in the present and anchored him to the familiar."You never seem to tire of that old thing," Ashe remarked, her voice soft with a slight hint of humor. Astarion shrugged, taking a sip of his tea and savoring the familiar taste. "Call me a creature of habit," he replied with a toothy grin. "Or perhaps just sentimentality."
Ashe leaned against the counter, her gaze lingering on his profile as he cradled the mug in his hands. There was a quiet beauty in the way he savored each sip, as if every taste held a memory all its own."Whatever it is," Ashe said, reaching out to brush her fingers against his, "I'm glad you found something that brings you comfort."With a small smirk, Astarion turned to her, his red eyes soft and filled with admiration. "As long as I have you by my side," he said, "I will never lack comfort again my love."And with that simple declaration, they shared a quiet moment together, the mug soon forgotten on the counter; until tomorrow.
Tag List: (tysm 🖤) @skittleabyss @herdarkestnightelegance
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"You hold such high opinions of me, that I do not deserve.. I only hope you're not afraid of monsters."
You're scared you might not live up to my expectations, you worry that I've placed you on the highest pedestal, that I've created an image, an idealized version of you in my mind.
But I have never expect you to be anything more than exactly who you are in each and every precise second of time.
And I want you all the same, what you call beautiful and what you say is ugly.
I want you when you're lying awake alone at night, crying to the stars, when you are hopeless, crumpled on the bathroom floor.
I want your damage, your undoing, your violence.
No less than I want your good.
Your dancing and laughing in the kitchen as you wash the dishes, the carefree way you giggle as you whisper to me little secrets.
Your confidence, your gentle touch, your kindness.
I have seen your duality, I assure you, you're no worse a person than me.
The way I would be compelled to kiss you - how I have spent every waking, dreaming breath wondering how your lips would feel against mine.
And you'd let it happen, at least for a moment, just to know what it was like.
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here's hoping canon doesn't end up shipping any of the fallen heroes with each other because i've already built up an entire found family sibling dynamic for their past selves inside of my head. eternal sugar's the youngest, mystic flour the oldest (shadow milk may seem like the leader atm but his middle child energy is THERE). silent salt takes on the responsibility of keeping the group out of trouble (it's tricky, but they've grown accustomed to their friends' antics). burning spice declares themselves the others' biggest protector (they will throw hands with anyone who so much as glances at their siblings friends the wrong way). eternal sugar & shadow milk are so good at making everyone smile and laugh but also they're absolute gremlins who can and will start a ridiculously extreme prank war on a whim (shadow is not subtle in the slightest and cackles at the top of his lungs, sugar plays innocent while sporting the most devious smirks known to cookiekind). mystic flour is like a mentor to the younger four, the glue that holds them together and the light that guides them towards staying on the right track. spice & shadow regularly fight each other on and off their training grounds as a weird way to show affection, flour & salt pretend to be exasperated but find it endearing, they all value each other so much and share a house together while still protecting earthbread. they're entirely platonic and entirely family and until their soul jam corrupts, they care about each other more than anything <33
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