#oh iona would also MILK this so hard

[invinciblerodent]

good morning continuing my train of thought on vampiric hunger, Libris Mortis also says that vampires (full and spawn alike) have an "inescapable craving" for consuming "life force" that they have to indulge at least once per day. yes that is on top of the previously discussed dependence on a diet of blood that requires feeding once every three days.

and narratively, I think we can assume this means that Cazador took to consuming "life force" from his victims (both in the sense of food and spawn) through things like... doling out torture and abuse (which is more in-line with the lore, and the mechanics of the action giving the victims negative levels), but.

what if it can just be not that. what if it doesn't need to be pain, and suffering, and torture, but also... just attention. any kind of feedback. what if it's Monsters Inc. rules, and positive attention and nice feelings are actually a much more powerful source of life force than the negative, it's just not typically noticed by creatures who live so far in the dark recesses of the world (and don't particularly trust or like each other so they don't give positive attention to each other).

.... anyway, now I am fully 100% convinced that on top of needing to physically feed on blood at least once every three days (regardless of the source), Astarion does in fact require attention in a way.

sure, being a bit of a cock to others did make him feel marginally better before, as did maybe getting compliments and attention from marks, but he was maybe too consumed by the other, diet-dependent kind of hunger for the soul-hunger slightly lessening to be a noticeable improvement.

NOW though, that he's ostensibly so much better fed than he ever was before, it's my sorta-supported headcanon that on top of it being a joke, THIS is at the core of why he says shit like how not enough people say that he's beautiful, and why he straight-up asks for compliments that one time with the mirror. Because his body may be fed, but his soul is still kinda hungry, even if he's unsure why that is, or what it is that fixes it.

he just. needs just a nice li'l cuddle per day. my man needs his morning kissy+grabass combo breakfast meal, and/or some morning complos (shitty way to say compliments), otherwise he gets just a lil bit more bitchy and fidgety, and he (not knowing much about his condition at all, and just, y'know, never having had his needs met) only discovered even that by accident.

every morning we wake up, cast Longstrider, bind Wyll's pact weapon, drink our elixirs, have one of the druids make a Heroes' Feast, and tag-team compliment the vampire.

i'll hc that Iona is going to gift him a copy of this book at one point istg

"look arael, this book explains all the shit Cazador never bothered to tell you. did you know you can cast gaseous form at will. yeah that would have been real fkin useful for us to know, huh"

#squirrel plays bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #i'm having so much fun with this vampire stuff #don't worry it'll pass soon #i think #oh iona would also MILK this so hard

[cloveroctobers]

HARRY ZHONG (MITCHELL-WHITE)

IG info/bio: @/heedful.harry | 15.6k followers| hi, I’m Harry and I’m a business major. No, You don’t have to hold your applause 🧐

21 years old

From York, England

Cancer sun + ARIES MOON energy

He and his younger brother, Archie were foster children in the Mitchell-white household

which consisted: Harrison Mitchell and his daughter from a previous marriage, Briony, Piers White and together they had a surrogate carry their child, which gave them their second daughter, Pippa

Later they came to the decision to adopt Harry and Archie Zhong, if only that’s what they wanted too

It took longer for Harry to warm up to the family since he was still waiting and wishing for his mom to come back for them

He was diagnosed with IED around 15 years old

Goes to therapy for it and meetings with others with similar issues...he dreads the meetings since it makes him feel like he has a problem or something, which HE DOES but it makes him feel like a...but he knows that’s a ignorant way to think

He’s currently a business major and loves telling people about it *yawn* (don’t drag me lmao)

He’s thinking he’ll be a Financial analyst or a Marketing manager

The type of person who’s done a lot in his short life that it’s often unbelievable ex.) telling the villa he’s driven one of the cars that was used in the fast and furious franchise & getting pissed when bill and everyone else didn’t believe him

Harrison is a train driver and is normally bubbly + wears bright preppy clothes

He also loves Broadway, much to Harry’s annoyance...if he hears one more Hamilton song he’s gonna slam his head thru a wall stg

Piers is a music producer and is more reserved or “stand-off-ish” until he gets warmed up to you + his aesthetic is a rocker, yeah he’s got the whole tattoos and boots thing going for him, after all he was in a rock band

Piers makes the most $ and is of high status, which brought him and his family perks but is not a snob about it...it’s whatever ya know?

Harry’s closer to piers, feels he understands him more & can be kinda rude to Harrison when he’s in one of his moods but tries to be better at responding to him since he made him cry once years ago — yes he felt like complete shit afterwards

Harry is anemic so he always finds himself cold, experiencing fatigue, irregular heartbeat, and if he gets up too fast or moves too fast? Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the—FLOOO000R! (I’m making this joke as a person with anemia)

Likes cold weather since everyone else can feel what he feels on the daily

Plus he loves dressing for winter season, trench coats, wool coats, turtle necks, thermal t-shirts, fleece pants, rolled up beanies that keeps his ears covered and his hair glued to his forehead...you name it!

On the regular? He’s a khaki’s kinda guy, dress shirts, and loves wearing suit and ties...he’s not the biggest fan of jeans. He loves dressing fancy unless the measurements are bloody awful

I’m going by the alternative design for Harry and...whew! Then he’s 6’1 if we’re talking about the one they gave us then we all know he has a baby face, so I’d say he’s about 5’8

He’s got long legs + arms and hates how majority of his pants barely fit around his ankles

has dry scalp too

I feel like he’s pretty intelligent and sometimes it can come off as a know it all, yet, he’s always down to help people & isn’t condescending while doing so

He knows how to make soaps and would sell them on his etsy account in highschool where plenty shat on him for it so for awhile he stopped the hobby until Harrison encouraged him to keep at this if it was what makes him happy

Harrison is the type of parent you go to for comfort and hugs even if it might feel like he’s smothering you

Piers is the one who lets you come to him when you’re ready to talk about it, no pressure

Harry went to a high school that focused on technology so he’s all into the latest gadgets

This is a secret but he only got a apple watch to feel like a true spy

His intelligence got him somewhere with a few ladies ;)

He’s a certified freak, 7 days a week and had a handful of hookups and about 4 gfs in his life so far

He’s kinky!!!

& has a f**t fetish

His past relationships were not long relationships, which sucked but Harry felt like...this might sound arrogant, but it’s either their lost — although there was never any bad blood with his breakups! or his person was still out there somewhere...

I haven’t fully played his route (AJ stole my ass since I couldn’t romance seb or Nicky sorry) but I’ve seen screen caps and he’s a total sweetie if he’s really committed to you, you might be his “true love”

He’s nervous opposed to his usual confidence when he’s chatting to other ladies with ease, with you it’s different, it’s magnetic, nerve-wrecking, butterflies, electric, and exciting all wrapped in one

I feel like he shows his love language with quality time but also enjoys physical touch from his partner

Picky eater

But he was worst as a child! Barely ate anything which led to him being lanky or it’s in his genes but mostly he wouldn’t eat a damn thing

These are a few of his favorite things: figs, green tea, and almond milk

makes the best spring rolls with the rice paper, those are superior than fried! “Fried food will kill u u know!” “Okay bill.” “Iona, don’t know if u had too much to drink but, erm I’m Harry.” “R/WHOOOOssssh! And you’re s’pposed to be the smart one, yeah right.”

outside of the villa he found himself continuing his friendship with bill—even tho he pisses him off sometimes since he’s always got some shit to say but they’re probably the closest, Iona she’s always honest and is always a good time to be around when they hang out, Then there’s Camilo and Miki that he hangs out with too

Is the first one sharing about his day in the group chat with all of the villa, he can feel half of them rolling their eyes at him since many feel he tends to exaggerate

if he’s not endgame with mc...he kinda feels a way that Genevieve found her happiness in seb instead of him, it’s not that he’s bitter—he genuinely liked her and felt like maybe they didn’t try hard enough but deep down knows relationships can’t be forced. It’s just his ego trying to control things that’s all! plus he was comfortable with vieve even if it felt more on a platonic side...oh well

once slid into jen from s1’s dms one dark stormy drunk night & admitted on live that erikah kinda gave him some tips before going on the show... & that he thought one of the new girls that entered the villa was a better fit than one of the originals from s2 which caused him to get blocked by said original OOP

Has a circle of close friends outside of the villa, they’re all brainiacs and have something going for themselves

Enjoys action films and biographical drama films like: James Bond, John Wick, and the social network

Isn’t ashamed to admit that he loves using sheet face masks but isn’t the greatest at following a consistent skincare routine

Has his own back massager that he spent a lot of $ on since it wouldn’t go on sale and then a week later...it went on sale

sends a lot of “🙃🙂” texts when you piss him off

probably worked at GameStop, the apple store, Godiva, and currently works at a electronic repair shop for a side of cash but is looking for a internship since he’ll be graduating next year

Always Keeps cough drops on him? 

is a huge cuddler & falls asleep easily

His brain is always active, experiences REM sleep often

fav video games are tekken & hitman

owns a drone now 😏

also loves strategic board games & riddles

Took quarantine life seriously, did his research before it completely broke globally and started buying shit excessively in person and online that he sent most to his family before the campus shut down

Is the friend that will check on his friends :)

Keeps his dorm and his room back home CLEAN af, is OCD about everything being in order/organized. Will know if you touched his shit, Archie felt his wrath many times before

Has a life goal board in his closet, & plans to be fully established by 25. More power to ya Harry!

Celeb crushes: Victoria justice, Jesy Nelson, Deepika Padukone, Brec Bassinger, jasmine tookes, and princess Mae

Who does he listen to? oceanfromtheblue, Galimatias, Ta-Ku, Aries, Tyler, the creator, rich Brian, NIKI, viji, & AJR

Anthem = DPR IAN, “So beautiful”

#litg #litg3 #litg s3 #litg harry #litg genevieve #litg bill #litg seb #litg mc #litg oc #litg moodboard #litg headcanon #litg headcanons #yes I’m still doing these and it’s kinda challenging but at the same time not?

[le-petitmort]

Part I – P.S. I’m not a stalker

I’ve seen her hundreds of memorable times before and always wondered if she’d noticed me from afar. In that same sideways glancing, trying to be secretive sort of way I did with her. Which raised the question, was I everywhere like she seemed to be?

Always. In the café window sipping on a latte. The patio of the cute little bistro down the block with the white stringed lights flagging in the cool night air. That corner bookstore with a hardcover open. Not so far that she bent the spine, enough to crack it open and let her mind get lost in words.

I didn’t know a thing about this girl. This ethereal woman always meandering about the neighborhood. Was she an apparition or were those lace topped black stocking that peeked from her stylish dress as she sat alone at a table for two just a figment of my imagination? That is my quandary. So, let me get down to the important facts.

This is Williamsburg, Brooklyn, New York, United States of America. She’s a woman, I’m a man and neither of us know each other. That is a large part of my quandary. My imagination has gone rampant regarding her.

The basics: gorgeous, prone to Parisian style, fond of heels which accent her calves…immaculately I must note, slightly sullen, seemingly forlorn, out of place (for a hipster’s paradise neighborhood), sexy as fuck, did I mention fond of lattes? Always stalking the neighborhood as if she owns it and never seeming to leave.

I’m the guy who could be confused for a hipster. Beard…check. Hair that flops when the humidity hits…check. Unemployed dreamer? Nah…it only seems that way. I have a “job”. One of my own making. One which I’ve worked hard to make profitable. One which I’ll explain later because the details will bore the fuck out of you.

Lately though, it’s seemed this girl…this woman…has become my full-time job. If it appears that I’m obsessive about her, you may be right. Obsessive and compulsive but, not in a bad way, in my mind. More so, an “I think I can mold near perfection to perfection, like wet clay in my hands” kind of way.

With that foremost in mind, I went to work. Not being so daft that I didn’t understand I needed to meet her first. At the very least, speak to her. Which is why this morning was something special, because I knew what time she gets her coffee. P.S. I am not a stalker. I’m smitten, but too shy or maybe too fearful of rejection. Which, come to think of it, is not at all like me. Except this is her, the nameless beautiful woman I’ve passed by a thousand times, and never once took my shot. Too afraid to choke.

Then here we were on a sunny, spring Friday morning, inches apart and waiting to order our coffee. Close enough that I could, as subtly as possible, inhale the floral notes of her perfume and let my imagine run wild about the taste from running my tongue along the length of her clavicle. P.S. I am not a stalker. I just seem like one and even I’m starting to be concerned about my infatuation. Maybe I should pull out on this chance at kismet? Maybe I’m just a big ol’ fucking fraidy cat.

Nope, no backing down. Today is the day.

I listened as she ordered her skinny latte in the sweet and low, purring voice. “Iona.” This was the first time I’d ever heard it. Always having wondered how she sounded. Not exactly the voice of an angel. A little resonant. Sexy as fuck though. A smoky voice. Not like a haggy old lady who’s choked down a lifetime of too many heaters. More youthful, vibrant, somewhat mesmerizing and melodic. Which almost made me forget the task at hand. To finally take my shot.

A plan which at the outset seemed easily accomplished, and now, seemed to be hastily thought out and not at all conceivable. Or it could be I was chickening out. Sack up, man. Fucking A. The plan is the plan, go for it. Which I did.

As she went to the corner to immerse herself in her phone, I took up space in front of the barista. Smiling, small talking, watching as a braided, red faced blonde furiously made drinks behind the counter. Nonchalant and desperately trying to not mess up my chance. Waiting for the drink that was getting skim milk, watching it being poured. Seeing it set on the oak rail before me. Reaching for it as blondie hollered, “Iona”. Making a casual eye turn to see dream girl not moving in my direction. Casually pulling a well prepared note complete with scotch tape from my shirt pocket. Attaching it to Iona’s drink. Grabbing my freshly prepared straight black coffee to rush out the door.

Seriously people, if you thought I was taking the risk of stuttering my way into an introduction with this woman you are sadly mistaken. I needed her to make the first move, with some gentle prodding. After that, all would be good. Quirky, I know.

I’m also certain that you are wondering what the note said. It was simplicity, “I’ve marveled at you from afar” and my phone number. That’s it. No name. No “call me”. Let her take control, just for this one shining moment in the game. If she took the ball and ran with it. If, curiosity got the best of her. If, she called. The biggest if in play.

I hurried home and went to work on my computer. Not even thinking about what I had just done. Out of sight, out of mind, I have work to do and money to make. I somehow have the ability to turn it on and off like that. Only once did I pause to wonder if she would call. So much so, that as I watched the Brooklyn Nets with only the light from the television illuminating the room, I became almost perturbed that my phone began to chime with 3:02 remaining in a three point game. Unknown caller. Fuck it.

At two minutes remaining and a one point game, there was the phone again. I sent it to voicemail. During the next timeout, just as I was about to get up to pace of the closeness of the game, there was the phone again. Unknown caller part three. Goddamnit , I gotta ditch whoever…shit. I hit receive call.

“Hello?”

“I was just wondering what kind of man leaves odd notes on women’s drinks in coffee shops.”

“Oh. That would be me.”

“Marvel at me from afar, huh?” She questioned. “Like a stalker?”

“No. Not like a stalker.” I retorted quickly. “Something different.”

“Something different? What?”

“Let me explain.”

“It better be a doozy of an explanation, mister whatever your name is.”

“It’s Stephen…with a p.”

Ok, Stephen with a P. Explain the note and why I shouldn’t be hanging up.”

“Alright. Here it is. The whole story.”

“Make it quick, I don’t have all night.”

“I’m not normally a loser that leaves notes.”

“What are you, Stephen with a P?”

In a moment of clarity I let it flow. “I’m just a guy. A guy who normally gets what he wants. But, for some reason…if I didn’t get your attention. Well, that would be soul crushing. I’ve seen you nearly daily. Just being you. Maybe I’ve built you up in my head. Put you on a pedestal. Something like that. I’ve come close to approaching so many times. I don’t know. Fear of failure. Whatever.”

“So you’ve seen me and never bothered. Because you might not sweep me off my feet?”

“mhm.”

“So…you figured I’d be intrigued by a note? That I wouldn’t resist curiosity?”

“mhm. Exactly.”

“What made you so sure I’d respond?”

“I wasn’t.”

“Do I know you Stephen with a P?”

“No.”

“What do you look like? Would I know you if I saw you?”

“I don’t know. Tall…beard…”

That’s every guy in this neighborhood Stephen with a P.”

Yeah, I know. Pretty much.”

“So give me a little more something. It’s obvious that if you’ve seen me. If you’ve noticed me. I’ve noticed you. Right?”

“Maybe. Well...I was standing behind you at the coffee shop this morning. There is that.”

It was a stunning moment of clarity. A seemingly interminable pause on the other end of the line. Then a rushed response.

“I’ve marveled at you from afar, as well.” Click. The phone went dead, right as the final buzzer of the Nets game blared from my tv. It was a comeback win and my smile was bigger than ever.

-bart 4.13.2019

Photo: Aaron Crossman