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linaselandbasil · 2 months

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Vampire Kareshi ch.3

Ch.1, Ch.2, AO3 link.

University au, Bloodweave.

Have fun reading yall!

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After a long shower, a careful trim of his beard, cutting of his nails and a few drops of cologne, he felt ready. He put the wizardly robes on, he was looking great, feeling giddy. But also he's going to throw up from the stress.

"Wyll I'm nervous." He finally turned to his friend after a few minutes of checking the time and waiting for an 'im here' text.

"But you want this, so get yourself together. " Wyll was looking at him pacing in the room, comfortably sitting on the couch with a can of some disgusting sugary death drink in hand.

"I do. I'm just not used to stuff like this! Do you think he's going to kiss me?"

"I don't know. I'm sure he will if you ask him to. But make sure you don't kiss him too soon, wait until the end of the night."

"Um, okay."

"And don't be afraid to flirt. He will probably be put off if you just take all the compliments and don't give any back, it would make it seem like you're not enjoying yourself."

"Understood." A notification sound rang aloud in the room. "It's time... Thank you for lending me your fancy cologne, it won't be forgotten!" He checks the message.

'I'll be there in a few minutes, cant wait to see you darling.'

Darling... DARLING!

'The feeling is mutual.'

"Are you not going to get going?" Wyll asked, confused as to why his friend was just watching the parking lot from the window.

"I'll teleport, it makes an impression!"

"You can do that?"

"Of course, what kind of wizard can't teleport? Oh look, he's there!" Wyll scampered to the window to finally see this mistery man.

"That... My father has a car like that, just who is this guy?"

"He said his father was Cazador. I suppose that should tell you something."

"Cazador Szarr? I'm not surprised he has a son I've never heard about, I'm sure he has a couple more he himself hasn't seen."

"I see. Well, it's lovely talking to you in our shared livingspace that I see you in every single day, but I think it's time for me to get going! Until next time!" He bowed and walked into a portal that was freshly opening up behind him.

In the ambiguous space between the two portals he found himself a little stuck. Oh no...

...

Astarion checked himself out in the selfie camera, carefully inspecting his visage. He'd do it in one of the many mirrors of Cazadors displacer but he cannot, for obvious reasons.

He was startled by a loud magic magicing right beside his car. He was not eager to get out and see what's up on account of him being in the possession of survival instincts, but when a hand with a pretty ring on it reached out, he became intrigued.

"A hand? Please?"

"Oh, Gale! It's you!"

"Can you help me out?" He grabbed the hand and began pulling. No use. In the meantime Wyll was watching all of this go down from the window and thought 'That's one hell of an impression you're making.' He pitied the both of them and reached into the portal to give Gale a good push. He has 9 strength, so he's not much better off than the other two but it did the trick!

Astarion could barely keep standing as the human fell into his arms. "So you're a wizard?"

"Yes, I am! An apprentice of Elminster and a graduate of the Wizarding academy of Waterdeep! I'm working on my second degree here in Baldur's gate." He straightened up, proud as could be. Suddenly as he was faced with the elf, all his nervousness faded into oblivion. Standing this close, Gale also noticed that the elf was not by much, but still a little shorter than him. He seemed taller on camera, not that Gale is complaining.

"I wouldn't have guessed you were a wizard! This is interesting to say the least! I must say, you look positively delectable, darling."

"So do you." Gale looked at the vampires outfit, which was hard to see as it was mostly black. What Gale didn't fail to notice was the way it glittered as it was illuminated by streetlights. "You look much more solemnly dressed, I must say I feel like a clown."

"Oh no, you'll be fine, I'm the weird one for dressing for the casket I was always destined for. I felt like I didn't wear this black jacket enough, so I put an outfit together just so I can wear it."

"I'd say it was a great idea, you look... Pretty." The wizard fiddled with the sun motifs embroidered into the robes of summer.

Astarion opened the door of the car and beckoned him in. He did so without a question. Astarion followed shortly after, starting the car once again. "Thank you. But let me warn you, this gift is particularly hard to open, the zipper on this top always gets stuck!" Astarions sharp gaze was solely fixed on the road ahead, but he can definitely tell Gale was flustered beyond belief.

"I- I see... "

"You're cute, I'll stop, I can see that you're a bit uncomfortable."

"No, continue! I'm just not in my element, not much experience you see!"

"I understand." He started the car, all he could think about was how much he he wished that Cazador didn't like this one.

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To Gales surprise, he wasn't over or under dressed, he was perfect. That didn't make him feel any less strange though.

A couple of guests he spoke to seemed to eye him with interest, then with disappointment as they got nearer, he wondered what that was about. Maybe they didn't like that he seemed to already have a pair.

"Darling, care for a drink?" Astarion appeared right besides him, speak of the devil. He's quiet as a kitten, but Gale didn't know he was supposed to get spooked so he didn't.

"I've had plenty already, thanks." He looked around at the other guests, who were behaving very very improperly. He's not that kind of girl.

"Hmm, you know, these people are quite the company, but I'd prefer yours alone. Would you like to find us a dark corner to slink away into?" Astarions arm was wrapped around his, the human could hear the sequins of Astarions jacket scrape against his robes rough outer layer.

"Sounds like a fantastic idea, let's go!" Gale didn't like these sorts of gatherings, he was eager to be in peace at last. The pale elf pulled him in the direction of the hallway, which was clearly not to be explored by the attendees.

Servants rushed back and forth through it, paying the two of them no mind. It was a lot darker than the ballroom, giving the illusion of privacy, but believe me, someone's always watching in the Szarr Palace.

On the balcony, the air was cold, but refreshingly less stinky than inside.

"Finally, a moment to ourselves, I almost wish we didn't even come to the party, hiding away in the gardens would have been just as good." Astarion said, inching closer to Gale. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"I would." Gale did some wizardly magic hand gestures at the sky and gorgeous swirling colorful lights appeared. Gale leaned into the railing and noticed Astarion immediately got cozy very close to him, they were touching, it was to the wizards liking but it still got his pulse all the way up.

"Fascinating. Can you also make a bed appear?"

"I can, although maybe that would be untimely, considering this is our first date."

"...True. You want another date after this? I hadn't been on a second date in a long while." Gale was quite surprised to hear that.

"Why not? I thought people were begging for your attention."

The charming smile came back to the face of the pale elf. "You know what? Let's not talk about that! Tell me about yourself!"

He thought for a second, there's a lot to say. "Um, I have a tressym, her name is Tara."

"I love cats." Astarion got real cozy, putting an arm behind Gale and watching the magic show.

"Me too, don't call her that to her face though. It's like me calling you a mosquito man." Astarions smile dissapeared, he looked at his date.

"... What."

"Because, you know, vampire?"

"YOU- You knew?" He put some distance between the two of them so he cam properly glare at the human.

"Of course I knew! You're not quite as subtle as you think and I'm a wizard, I know a thing or two about the undead."

"That's fair, how silly of me... It's almost midnight, isn't it. Almost time." Something is weird about him all of a sudden. Gale senses some sort of magic in the air that doesn't belong to him.

"For what?" The vampire stood up, pulling Gale with him. "Astarion?"

"Follow me."

He almost ran. Briskly walking through the dark rooms, back through the ballroom, into a weirdly placed door and straight dark hallway. Gale was never an athlete, he was wheezing. Through all this, he barely noticed the magic getting stronger. At the end of this hallway there was a room, which Astarion barged into, pulling the wizard along.

"Astarion, it was about time you arrived." Said someone whom also appeared to be a vampire. "Come closer."

Astarion dragged him towards the man, which Gale tried to resist but couldn't. "Are you Cazador?"

"Oh, you recognize me? How fun!" He stood up, towering over the both of them. He looked like he smelled something foul, but quickly schooled his face.

"Must have noticed my blood, let me assure you, it's not tasty!"

Cazador furiously glared at Astarion.

"I swear, I didn't tell him!" His tone was calm and collected, but still. He was afraid.

"I figured it out myself, you guys are not exactly masters of deception." Gale was often jarringly confident in his.... Well, everything. He thought that since he was in on some kind of secret, the vampire would spare his life.

Well, it wouldn't be smart to attack a mage.....Cazador is not the smartest, or the prettiest or nicest, but he's not attacking Gale of Waterdeep. Not that he knows who Gale, is, he hadn't left his palace in decades. "You're dismissed."

Astarion then dragged him out of the room and back to the balcony, completely ignoring his questions. This is so weird.

...

"So you can safely teleport back to your dorm? If not, I promise I'll pay for the taxi, just don't do it drunk." The vampire leaned into the railing of the balcony.

"I'll manage. I didn't have that much!" Gale adjusted his hat and awkwardly looked at Astarion, who was being eaten alive in self loathing and dread. He didn't show that, only a tiny bit of worry slipped past his walls for the wellbeing of someone he was ready to let Cazador drain dry.

"I'll trust your judgment, I was never any good at magic." They stared at each other, waiting for the other to say something.

"Is it appropriate to kiss on the first date?" Asked Gale, trying not to sink into the tiles from shame.

Astarion was about to say 'first base is missionary' but held his tounge. "Do you want to?" He asked with a grin you'd want to wipe off of him with a well balanced bitch slap.

"I do."

Astarion stepped closer, got on his tippy toes and kissed him. On the mouth. He put his hands on Gales arms, keeping him in place. Gale was still as a statue though, there was no need to hold him.

When it was over, Gale had a goofy grin on his face and got very very very red. A portal opened behind him and he slowly backed into it, feeling the vampires hand gently slide off of his arm.

"Goodbye, I'll text you."

"See you, hopefully soon."

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#baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #bloodweave #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 fanfiction

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sweetiecutie · 2 years

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Some random headcanons I have about Regulus Arcturus Black:

•Since early childhood Regulus had struggled with anxiety. It’s mostly because of his parents and their “progressive” methods of upbringing their children, that included pretty harsh punishments for every smallest mistake

•Regulus truly has what’s called hands of a pianist. His fingers are long and flexible, green and blue veins run up his hands and to his arms under his thin pale skin. A sight for sore eye, isn’t it? BUT, because of said anxiety black-haired has a habit of picking on his cuticles, biting the nails and skin around them. Same with his lips and the insides of his cheeks, which are always swollen from fresh little wounds

•Sirius is known for his playful and cheeky demeanor and he used to pick up fake fight with Regulus, just for the fun of pissing his grumpy younger brother off. Needless to say that almost all of those fake-fights ended up as real slaughter with both Black boys viciously pummeling each other, leaving dark bruises and deep scratches in their wake. Once Sirius even broke Regulus’ nose, unintentionally of course, he really didn’t mean to put that much force into the punch

•Regulus is very attached to Sirius. His older brother was the only protection and support he had throughout all his life and he might not show it but he truly and deeply loves his sibling. And when Sirius left Regulus was utterly… broken. He felt so betrayed and lonely and angry and sad but mostly just terrified. He no longer had any support, Sirius was his only safe place in that damned house. And now he was gone. Regulus spent four days locked up in his room, hidden underneath his blankets, refusing to talk or eat, barely drinking any water just because Kreacher begged him to do so

•Definitely a cat person. Probably wants to get one but can’t because of Walburga. Basically, Regulus likes everything fluffy and cuddly, be it cats, rabbits etc. But wouldn’t want a dog because they’re too active

•Regulus is way better at French than Sirius

•Favorite sleeping position is on his tummy with face fully buried in his pillow. It’s really a mistery how he manages to breathe like that

•And while we’re on this topic, Regulus is a light sleeper, any slightest noise can wake him up easily - squeaking of the floor, fluttering of owl’s wings, clock that ticks bit too loud for liking. But he also falls back asleep fairly quickly after making sure that it’s still safe in the place

•Regulus’ handwriting is so neat! You know this pretty cursive, with little loops and whorls in the right places? Yes - it’s all about Regulus. His school notes look more like a work of art rather than senior’s abstract

•Handles heat horribly. Regulus hates summer because of its high temperature - all he want to do during warm season is to lock himself up in refrigerator. Constant heat makes him dizzy and nauseous, his whole body covered in sheen of sweat, lungs refuse to function properly. To put it simple - Regulus is definitely not a summer person

•Sadly, he’s very self-conscious. He’s been told hundreds of times just how beautiful and smart and amazing he is, but it’s actually hard to believe all those things growing up in a family like his. In Regulus’ eyes he’s all about imperfection - body too lanky, skin is too pale, hair way too curly for liking, face too thin to be beautiful. He envies his brother sometimes - how can Sirius be so confident in his looks all the time?

•Doesn’t really like sweets. Maybe dark chocolate or ice cream that’s not overly sugary, but overall is more of a fresh fruit lover

Likes, reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, they inspire me on creating even more content for you💖

#regulus black #regulus #sirius black #harry potter #harry potter writing #marauders #marauders era #noble house of black #marauders writing #harry potter fanfiction

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momolady · 4 years

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Just wanted to send you a hug in case you need it :) keep being amazing but remember to rest and take it easy

Hugs are always greatly welcome! Thank you so much.

You continue to be awesome and no worries, I’ve learned how to take care of myself through this trying time.

#sugary-mistery

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demonsanctuarycomic · 5 years

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Every time I listen to the song “Believer” by Imagine Dragon I think of Father Furrman. I think it suits him all too well (Sorry if this is silly) P.S: keep being great! 🌸

I have to listen to that song myself, too. It is wonderful if Furmann is inspiring you like that! :3

#confess furmann #sugary-mistery

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thefuzzycomic · 5 years

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What type of shampoo Fuzzy uses? Does he uses one for straight hair or maybe for greasy hair? What about deep cleansing? I've heard that chamomile shampoo can clarify dark hair so does this means if Fuzzy uses it his fur would turn blonde like Irene's? (that could be funny). What about Irine, what type of shampoos does she use? I woke up with this question in my mind, sorry to bother :(

NEVER a bother!

I think soap meant for animals would be the best for Fuzzy’s body and human shampoo for his hair. He can use human shampoos and soaps, but for fur in a long run, animal products would be ideal. In Lempo culture, I think they have their own soaps and shampoos made from natural ingredients. Lempos also groom one another to keep their furs healthy.

As there’s no one currently grooming Fuzzy (as Irene hasn’t realized this yet), Fuzzy’s fur is not in the best condition for a Lempo.

Fuzzy can’t reflect light, like none of Lempos can, so we actually don’t know what Fuzzy’s fur color is. I suspect it might have at least some markings which other Lempos can see - either natural or Lempo made. But, I’m not sure yet, Fuzzy hasn’t told me about this.

This means that if Fuzzy lost all of his fur color, he would still appear solid black to non-lempo eyes.

Irene uses shampoo which gives volume to her hair. She likes fluffy hair!

#ask fuzzy #lempo #monsters #sugary-mistery

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whitehalls-archives · 3 years

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The Squad™ (✨Just Main Ocs ✨)

Honey

- Loves pizza and used to ate it daily.

-Max's twin

-Works as a kind of lawn mower.

- Was kicked from his parents's house (Doesn't know that it was an idea of his mother).

-Optimistic? Pessimistic? Your choice.

-Thinks way too fast in situations, and sometimes in a wrong way, assuming the worst.

-Was best friends with Richard in highschool and even had a crush on him.

-His favorite animal are ducks.

-Canonically has 3 braincells.

- Is likely to get very nervous, even stuttering in some cases.

-Has a very neutral voice.

-It's possible that he has nightmares related to his mom.

Max

- Honey's twin

-Moved out before Honey was kicked out (Due to pressure, and didn't knew the latter until he moved to Clayhill)

-Works in a office.

- His favorite animal are also ducks, and has a duck pet called Daron.

-Can be kind of temperal at times, and can be annoyed easily.

-Maybe even can be too resentful, but not always.

- No doubt to be a pessimistic.

-His amount of braincells is still a mistery.

- Met Richard in highschool, and had a crush on him too.

-✨ Fragile Masculinity ✨

-Can make conclusions fast, which can be both a good or bad thing.

Richard

- Friendliest guy ever.

-Has moved from place to place with Mark, settled in Clayhill after a while.

-Works in a office (too).

-His parents and Mark's parents were friends, they met since they were little, but couldn't see eachother often because of the distance.

- Allergic to strawberries.

-Very optimistic, and honest too.

-Used to have a cat pet called Bigotes.

- Was best friends with Honey in highschool, lost contact with him a short time after graduating.

- One of the strongest ones in the group, and one of the tallest.

-Visits his parents whenever he can.

Cheviry

- Used to be Honey's neighbour at first, met him when both were shopping.

-Works as a gardener.

-Is a recently outgoing person, but is still shy in many situations.

- Doesn't have a favorite animal, but probably could be bunnies and cats.

-Has a liking for coffee, sweets and lemonade.

- Allergic to walnuts .

- Has a collection of both plushies and bows, been collecting them without noticing.

- Best friends with Bruno and a girl named Ámbar during his middle school and highschool

-He went to a theatre club, stills has some skills in that.

Mark

-Richard's best friend

-Works as a messenger, kind of (?

- Met Richard since they were little, and at a certain age began to live with him.

- Moved out to live with Devon a time after being boyfriends, still lives in Clayhill.

Devon

-Mark's boyfriend

- Works as a paramedic

- May or may not have some berets.

-Seems to be very organized, both in activities and time.

Bruno

- Maybe the only one who doesn't live in Clayhill, but there is a chance that he will in a future.

-Has a couple of friends in the city he lives.

-Works as a accountant.

- Considered Cheviry as a close friend, came to Clayhill the first time because of that.

- Calls his parents pretty often.

- Plays videogames in free time, either that or read some comics.

- Loves any kind of animal, still gets excited to go to a zoo.

- Doesn't consider himself a optimistic or a pessimistic, thinks those two can be extreme.

Hashler

-Appeared literally out of nowhere, apparently was lost.

- Ended being Richard's roomate after meeting, mainly because she seemed to not have a house.

- Seems to write in another language, but doesn't use it so much to speak.

-She is pretty chill, and has a stoic manner of speaking most of the times.

- Likes ice cream a lot, and other sugary food.

- Her clothes are often having a pattern of stripes.

-Could be working in a office or as a caver, after a time.

-Does little statues of wood as a hobby.

- Sometimes doesn't get too well social clues.

#Whitehall-Archive #dhmis oc

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