#trying to force me to sleep

[temeyes]

not feeling too well today, so just some quick busts for now

#been doing heavy. literal HEAVY-LIFTING chores since yesterday and i'm physically exhausted >:^( #also had to get an emergency shots earlier cuz my dog scratched me too hard- #now both my arms feel heavy and painful when i try to move them #so imma sleep early tonight. gnight munchkadees #my art #2024 #call of duty #call of duty: modern warfare #call of duty: modern warfare ii #call of duty: modern warfare iii #cod #cod mw #cod mwii #cod mwiii #modern warfare #mw #mw2 #mw3 #tf141 #tf 141 #task force 141 #141 #gaz cod #price cod #ghost cod #soap cod #art #fanart #digital art #digital drawing

[mblue-art]

once again i was fueled with coffee (did not sleep the whole night) but this time i doodled college au to cope bc ofc i did (also did not feel like sleeping wooo)

#self insert #cross!sans #epic!sans #mblue art #cm #m rambles #(that tag is needed bc hoo boy u can tell i did not get sleep and is fueled by caffeine) #(do not be like me!!!!!!!!! do not deprive urself of sleep 💀💀💀) #(get a good 6-7hrs a day if u can. if 4-5hr works better for u then im not forcing u to sleep more 😤😤😤 as long as u rest well 😁👍) #(AND HYDRATE... if ur reading this try to take a sip rn 🥤) #campus au #(college au scenarios will be tagged that heehoo) #not colored just lines bby 😎😎😎 #idiots to lovers type shit where they both confide in epic n he's just chillin #waiting for the time when these dummies will finally confess to eachother themselves #(look i think it's rlly funny seeing cross be all cool calm collected in public but when he talks to epic abt his crush) #(he goes insane with a million different flustered/blushing emojis) #( 'they told me good luck on my test and gave me the nicest smile ever how was i gonna live after that' goofy ass. idiot /aff) #( 'DUDE THEY GAVE ME A MOTIVATIONAL NOTE. IN /PINK/ PAPER. ON CHOCOLATE. DOES THIS...... 😳' guys i love silly dorky cross to bits so much) #(man fucking explodes w his simping n epic just goes LMAO but he's v supportive for his bruh 💪😤) #(on the other hand my sona thinks he's sooo cool and awesome and smart and honestly fucking charming HHELLO THE TIMES WHEN HE LAUGHS AND) #(AND SMILES HELLOOO MR HANDSOME I MEAN WHATT) #( 'stars if he likes me back i wouldn't know what to do with myself. fucking EXPLODE? YIPPEE CONFETTI??' lots of flushge ) #(going ueueue at big bro epic bc they got a super massive crush on his bestie but) #(but the head is entertaining 'what-if's BUT i think kuya epic knows how to steer the thoughts away from those and smack em w teasing 😎✨) #(ultimately distracting and successfully reassuring them 😎😎😎) #(tsundere mblue no way not in here im down bad astronomically full on simping my guys) #(he might be a dumbass sometimes but he's my dumbass) (ok i'll shut up now fr) #anywayz campus au is the my highschool au but we're all adults and more tired yippeee

[infiniteorangethethird]

ik the common agreement in neurodivergent circles seems to be that we all function better at night but here's to the ones who are on the opposite end of the spectrum. To the early birds who wake at 7 and can't stay up past 10pm. To the ones who are left out of almost every social event bc everything seems to be happening after 8 but you're normally in bed by that point. To the ones who are made fun of bc "only little kids go to bed that early". To the ones who, even if they wanted to, can never seem to find their place among others bc of society's expectation that the real fun only begins after midnight. I see you, I feel you, and I wish you a very same

#it's especially annoying bc everyone around me seems to believe #that THEY are the weird one/minority for going to sleep at 4am #when i have literally never. not once. met someone who went to bed at 10pm like me #as part of their natural sleep cycle #& ik i can't be mad at others bc you don't really pick your sleep cycle but like. #a lot of the time it feels like they aren't even trying to involve me #bc 'if i wanted to be involved i should have just stayed awake longer' #instead of like. starting shit earlier or idk #and then im the idiot for not being able to force myself to stay awake #neurodivergent #actually neurodivergent #adhd #actually adhd #autistic #autism #actually autistic

[haunted-xander]

So. Fatebreaker, right? Ryne's biggest fears made manifest, daddy issues personified, yes?

He's an amalgamation of Thancred and Ran'jit, his face, his voice and his weapon is Thancred's, but his body, his fighting style and his words are Ran'jit's.

Throughout the fight Fatebreaker constantly makes comments about how only he can protect Ryne, only he can provide for her, only he has even the right to so much as stand beside her, to be in her general presence. He's possessive and obsessive, repeatedly asserting that she is HIS and his only. Which is exactly what Ran'jit says basically every time we encounter him.

But this time it's in Thancred's voice. This time it's with the voice and face of a man she actually cares about.

Ryne isn't scared of Thancred, she never has been. Even when she first met him she was barely even nervous (as clearly shown in Thancred's short story). There's a lot of different feelings happening between those two, but fear has never been one of them.

But now, after things have gotten so much better, she is scared of Thancred becoming like Ran'jit. Because if Thancred was just a little further gone, if he was just a little less compassionate, he would've. It wouldn't be hard for him to go down the same path as Ran'jit did, to be incapable of letting go of the ghost of that girl he loved so so much to the point he'd stubbornly grip anything close to her he could. He didn't, but the fact he could've is terrifying.

It makes his final words, words that are Thancred's, so very important. This is her deepest fears made manifest, but he still says he wants her to be happy. Her happiness not only matters, but is important to him.

#Now we -the audience- ofc knew Thancred was unlikely to go down that path #bc if theres one thing hes been consistent in even in his darkest moments its living up to his loved ones' wishes and legacies #the only time he even speaks against it is his conversation w minfilia in amh araeng #and thats more a case of all his (poorly) repressed grief and stress exploding than him actually meaning what he says #and trying to control rynes life after minfilia literally told him to just let her live her life goes directly against that #i think about fatebreaker a lot. as i do all things related to ryne & thancred #and to me its so important to note that hes more or less ran'jit with just enough thancred in him to be *too* thancred for comfort #its so. her greatest fear isnt even the thing thats been haunting her her whole life (being forced to fill in for minfilia) #its having her free will taken from her by the person she cares about the most (thancred) #and for him to be trapped in endless suffering because he cant move on #just like ran'jit did and was #its not even necessarily that shes all that scared of ran'jit himself #what shes scared about is caring about someone like that #because then she wont say no or try to be anyone but minfilia #(thats also why this fear appears specifically after things get better) #(because she was already ready to forsake herself if it eased thancred suffering) #okay im gonna stop now i need to sleep gnight everyone #ryne waters #thancred waters #ran'jit #final fantasy #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy xiv #ff14 #ffxiv #xander rambles #at this point i should make a tag for ryne ramble posts i make so many of them #tomorrow. maybe. if i remember #edit: i made it #xander being insane about ryne

[reveseke]

Masc! Reader with a cat who has really violent zoomies at times (to the point of possibly knocking the furniture down or making heavy furniture sway) & a confused, and very much scared of the said cat, character just chilling as the said cat starts and the reader just goes about life like nothing's happening at all. While the character anxiously stays by their sides, investigates or possibly gets surprise attack spooked by the said cat.

#you can have sleep deprived writing ideas lol #does our cat get zoomies and jump the armchairs with such a force that it almost makes me feel like shes going to knock it down? yes. #am i going to eventually try to think about something creative to write about with these random thoughts with no specific fandom? absolutely #masc reader #male reader #x male reader #ftm reader #nonbinary reader #voltron #cobra kai #criminal minds #bnha #mha #ninjago #x reader #teen reader #voltron x reader #criminal minds x male reader #lego ninjago x male reader #bnha x male reader #cobra kai x male reader #creative writing #writing ideas

[celerydays]

I am far too tired for this holiday weekend 😪

#born to sleep yet forced to socialize~ #gotta muster up the energy to try and act like a normal person around people I don’t know tonight 💪 #it’s a losing battle I know already #watch me about to wax poetic about Ominis to a bunch of strangers at a holiday party oop 🥴 #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #ominis gaunt #sketch #celdraws #celerydays #hl #hl art

[vimbry]

it's sad how many reviews and stuff around tmbg seem to centre linnell as the sole dark and creepy writer of the band, never really crediting flansburgh too. do "hide away folk family," "dirt bike," "rabid child," "black ops," "cloisonné" mean nothing to them, smh.

#tmbg #this rigid dichotomy they tend to get forced into even tho linnell has written some happier songs and flansburgh plenty horrific ones #I'll be honest tho. I fully went into tmbw-interp-tab conspiracy when I first heard ''sleeping in the flowers'' lmao #I thought that song was about somebody getting murdered #the title seemed like a euphemism to me #it's actually. according to flansburgh. just about getting high in central park #and it's inspired by itchycoo park by the small faces which I knew and loved before and it's GREAT go listen to that. it's '60s psychedelia #so the lyrics are prob fantasising about spending time with the crush and essentially playfully talking sweet nothings together #bc they're stoned and in love #but honestly I thought ''you proclaim that you're an island. I proclaim that I'm one too'' #''I declare that I am england. you declare that I have drowned'' #sounded to me like someone trying to get away and be alone but the other person not getting the hint #esp bc the narrator introduces themself as not wanting to be ''known as the creep'' #the part about getting a ride home with a drunk guy ''who showed me how to spin my head round and round'' #sounded like the driver helping them get their story straight/take their mind off it #and the narrator feels they came across as ungrateful about their advice in their shocked state #plus the way the instrumental between the verses and chorus changes from fuzzy and gritty to lighthearted brass #like it's catching you off-guard #but it's not about any of that it's about being high #anyway none of that is an example of a genuinely creepy flansburgh song but

[sea-buns]

Holy fuck, man. What a trip Fearne has been on, huh?

You tell her how grateful you are to have her in your life, you flatter her, you tell her you need her, that you have to do this together. You have her make a promise that has this woman, born of chaos and fey, agreeing through shaking hands and a trembling voice.

You make her deceive your friends; you make her follow where they cannot know; you make her help you into this contraption; you make her feed this thing into you despite the fact that you both have been warned extensively of the risks. You make her watch you crumble and splinter and shatter and fracture and burst and implode. You make her watch you die, over and over and over and over, for a minute in agonizing bullet time.

You make her do all these things, because when she tries to back out, when she tries to not be the one who let you do this—how could you do this—

you tell her, "YOU PROMISED."

Because if there's one thing you know, it's that the fey do not break a promise.

#cant wait for her to fucking pissed for a very long time. shes really packing the entire human experience in a very short period of time. #critical role #cr spoilers #c3e77 #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #bells hells #just gonna get ahead of the um actually mfs and state that i am aware that its not confirmed that thats why ash brought up the promise #but boy howdy would it make for some great drama down the line huh? #edit: apparently i did not get ahead enough cuz ive had to turn off replies #since ppl were somehow interpreting this mini introspection piece as me infantilizing fearne?? #anyway the first line is now changed to something a bit more neutral. after sleeping on it i do see how it was a bit aggressive at the top #other than that im not sure how else to reword without completely disregarding the core of the post #i might make more posts addressing this but im not sure yet. i wanna try to approach it in the best way possible. #but if it helps any the point of the post was not to say fearne had no agency. she had plenty of moments where she tilted one way or the #other. the POINT was to just shine some light on the emotional pressure she had been put under. #hasnt your friend ever asked you to keep a secret or promise that felt wrong or unsafe or made you anxious? #it has nothing to do with the amount of agency she had. ash wasnt holding a knife to her throat and forcing her to follow against her will #all i was trying to do was take this detail about his reminder of the promise that i thought was interesting and have some fun writing an #overview of the kinda stress she was under BEFORE theyd reached that scene. this entire ep was everyone discussing how grateful they were #for this family theyd made. and while im not saying ash was PURPOSELY emotionally manipulating fearne.. #there is a level of unintentional manipulation when you pair the severity of his request with the convo theyd had 2 seconds prior #as well as the desperate need they all have to save each other NO MATTER WHAT. #ash was giving incredibly strong energy of a friend who peer pressures you into helping them do something that you know in your gut WILL #cause problems. hes a fucked up guy. theyre all fucked up guys. even if he didnt mean to “force” her into anything the pressure was THERE. #<- i feel like all of this overall gets my message across. i think maybe ill clean it up later into its own post. #im gonna try not to rush myself to get it done tho. #im under no obligation to explain myself. especially when ppl approach the misunderstanding by being rude af. but i do think it CAN #be clarified so id at least like to try to some degree

[skunkes]

#gnnn ^_^ #reblog locked bc its wip #a doodley #i need to get better at that rib flare #also i dont think his face is super accurate here but im jst messin around and also i hate i felt i had to clarify that ykwim #like who caresss if he's Off im still learning to draw (him) and one drawing doesnt define me or him etc but idk. idk! idk #ill get better... #thje funny thing about this doodle is im freaking out bc my wrist hurts a bit and i was struggling to draw ppl again #after a few days of Blobbish Furs #so forced self to churn this out before sleeps like oh ok maybe it is just the pain thats affecting me (wrist now hurts a bit more) #ever since that one those feratu doodle ive been trying to give him more like. sinking sagging jowls (?) #as contrast to the bone landmark of his chin #i also have to give him more neck fat/loose skin there ykwim #but also have to learn to draw necks. lol. #ok ill fix dis later im so tired

[misticfog]

I was watching let's plays and reaching conclusions

#slay the princess #revolutionary girl utena #rgu #the owl house #toh #currently obsessed with this game #can't verbalise thoughts properly #i forgot how to spell exist #autocorrect saving my life rn #it's midnight and i didn't sleep last night sorry #i saw 'ch III the thorn' and was like lmao like in the owl house and then it really went that way #dunno if i love or hate when i can tell where things are going bc i saw similar shit somewhere else #toh gets officially forgiven for the 'masked man 2.0' #and then i connect the dots that they're in this situation for stabbing each other #like literally #and multidimensionally #doomed by narrative written by a force trying to destroy them and the functionality of the world #there's more and it's deeper i'm too sleep deprived #prise the autocorrect for making me sound coherent #i Hope #mist was here

[theshadowrealmitself]

I got two thoughts tonight:

Vulcans who’ve become so good at regulating their emotions that they still have a pretty good hold on them even when compromised, like under the influence of chocolate, and being quietly happy about that fact

And

Human partners/friends/coworkers/etc, not just other Vulcans, understanding how important it is to the Vulcans they know to not show emotion outwardly, and how humiliating it must be to not only show emotion in public but to have that choice + control ripped away from them, so whenever a situation where their control slips, like chocolate/weird plant pollen/emotionally compromising event/etc happens, they focus on helping that Vulcan get away from people and into some privacy (even from them) instead of using it as an opportunity to “find out how that Vulcan really feels about them”

#I hope this is comprehensible #I am both tired and sick #and trying to think happy thoughts instead of thoughts that upset me #I’m a fan of like. Vulcans accidentally drunk texting people #I think that could be funny #but other people knowing that the Vulcan is drunk and actively trying to take advantage of the situation? #not funny #not fun #it’s about not taking advantage of your loved ones #but accidental confessions on their own when pressed by no outside force is okay to me #if any of this makes sense? #my brain is frying and trying to sleep rn I should really be passed out already #Star Trek #Vulcans #Humans

[hellenhighwater]

Have you even considered picking up foam swordfighting like Belegarth or Dagohir? I think you'd be very good at it and fit right in there (compliment)

I used to do Belegarth! Unfortunately there's not a league anywhere near me, as far as I know, and I don't think I'd have the time to keep up with it these days. It is a riot though!

#back in the days when i was all knee high combat boots and purple hair #ahhh the glory days of belegarth #actually still probably have some tiny glass particles embedded in my face from an unwise pickup bout that I was not wearing contacts for #I was going low under my opponents shield at the same time he was trying to go over mine #and instead he hit me full force in the face and shattered my glasses entirely #one of the lenses was literally twenty feet away #still a good bout tho #though after that i had to wear contacts every day for a couple months bc I didnt have time to go get my glasses fixed #and it turns out that if you do that #and you have them in 20 hours a day #beccause you only sleep 4 hours a night #your eyes will get very red and dry #not ideal

[thefrogdalorian]

Sometimes I find myself thinking about Din Djarin a little too much that I get concerned and think that I really should go to therapy...

Well, I'm finally doing that (again) tomorrow... :)

Feeling pretty nervous about it but hoping that because I now know I'm autistic it will help me understand/explain things a little better! Hopefully this is the start of a journey to finally become a healthier, happier version of myself :)

#the waiting list was surprisingly short so i'm excited i just hope that they understand neurodivergency #because cbt doesn't work for my brain and i hope they don't try and force a square peg in a round hole so to speak #i want emdr eventually but i have to go through several stages first it seems and it sucks i wish i could afford private therapy #but i also just wish the nhs just fucking functioned lol #anyway that was a lot of acronyms but there we go #having ptsd sucks that's part of why i love din a lot because i can weirdly relate to him. also mando came into my life when i needed it #and as corny as it sounds knowing i can make some silly little gifs and write about the tin can helps regulate me after a draining events #so knowing i can do that whatever happens tomorrow is nice :) oR TODAY it's past midnight here what is a sleeping pattern #anyway once again i just really love din djarin but now no one can tell me to gO TO THERAPY ANYMORE BC OF IT ALSSNJSSK #personal #text post #just autism things

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Like always cold? Maybe his ghost half is keeping his human half too cold. Like a deep cold he can’t ever get warmed from? His body is working double time to try and keep him warm so he eats a lot more to keep up with the energy burned.

Or never cold. His ghost half now makes him immune to the cold and he just can’t feel it? Shorts in the snow with a tanktop kinda guy. His ghost core is keeping his body temp down but also his ghost powers have combined with his every cell to change him on a molecular level. He could feel the cold if he had control over this power but I doubt he will ever figure that out. Just a “oh I don’t feel cold anymore. Neat” kinda vibe and never try to actually correct it. I like to think his skin would still turn blue if exposed to extreme cold but thats just me

#danny phantom #I have the flu please kill me #it has been a fucking week for me #monday I fell down a flight of stairs #Wednesday I slipped in the shower and twisted my ankle #then christmas eve I get the fucking flu #still was forced to cook half the food btw #I was going to be sleeping now but my nose is trying to give bolt a run for his money #I bet it’s going faster than danny can fly #miss you guys #I do read all comments and tags and I love yall so much

[a-s-levynn]

"I'll tear the fibre from the filament / I'll be the limit of your light again" A Series of Small Offerings - II/7 - day15

#a series of small offerings #sleep token fanart #sleep token #so i know there would be questions about this piece so let me just say that #tearing a fiber from a filament is basically trying to separate two things right? but like.. they are small things. connected things #things that are basically impossibly close to each other and part of a whole so tearing them apart is.. an interesting task to say the leas #also the limit of the light.. sleep's influence on the world is limited to going through vessel #and yeah the song's title is give and about giving in and all and i can't go past that and like.. #it can be all sorts of giving back and forth and all around but #giving.. by an eldritch being that probably doesn't understand humans properly #could feel forceful. definitely intrusive at times and just all over too much after a point #hence the futile effort for separation of things that became whole #also give for me always has this underlying.. not aggression but.. controlled anticipation.. the moment before the explosion feel #(which is relieved by the next song btw) #anyway yeah #also sorry for the delay but there was not much to do about it we'll just squint and pretend yesterday for me does not happend #sleep token vessel #vessel #vessel i #vessel sleep token #levynn tries to draw

[bhaalsdeepbat]

A little durgestarion drabble just to get me writing while i think through some stuff for the fic i'm working on. just getting a feel for some body language stuff. SWF and may not actually be part of mercy's canon. i just wanted to write without a plan lol

Astarion's thumb was surprisingly calloused.

The thick, hard skin layering the pad of his thumb protectively was a rough contrast to the soft tips of fingers. Hands that had just helped the sorcerer slaughter their way through Moonrise, and then through the Mindflayer Colony beneath Moonrise's looming towers, cupped the sorcerer's cheeks gently. His left thumb traced along the scar carved into the sorcerer's right cheek. He followed the curve of it under their eye and around the arc of the deep scar following the curve of their face, then down their otherwise pretty cheek.

The two were soaking up one another's presence in the safety of Astarion's tent. Motes of dim light twinkled across the tent's ceiling like stars, Mercy's magic filling the air with the scent of a storm that would never come. Astarion was stretched out on his bed, back lounging against a pile of pillows Mercy had put together since they had taken residence alongside him in the space. The sorcerer had crawled over him to give him a peck on the cheek when he stopped them by reaching out to hold their face in his hands. They were frozen in place, bed dipping were their weight pressed into their palms, as he held their gaze.

Mercy leaned into the touch, their eyes narrowing into a contented look as a soft purr rumbled in the back of their throat. The tip of their tail twitched with the same peaceful joy that filled their expression. It was a moment of quiet, their mind silenced, pleased by the amount of blood spilled. A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Astarion's lips, though the intensity of his gaze betrayed the seriousness of whatever thought was on his mind as he stared at them.

With another flick of their tail, the sorcerer's brows furrowed. Mercy shook their head, pulling away from Astarion's hold. His hands were hesitant to release them, but he dropped his arms to rest across his torso. He watched the sorcerer closely, like he was afraid to take his eyes off them.

Mercy let out a soft little huff, tail falling limp against the bed. "Don't look at me like that," they grumbled, averting their gaze.

"Look at you like what, darling?" Astarion's sly smile was plastered across his face with practiced ease. "Like you did something stupid back at Moonrise? Correct me if I'm wrong, but you did do something stupid."

Mercy scowled at him, though they couldn't exactly argue that he was wrong. They had done something absolutely stupid at Moonrise, but they had also made damn sure not to repeat the mistake after Z'rell's goading led to a lucky shot that took the sorcerer down. It was temporary, lasting all but the time needed for their companions to descend on the cultists surrounding Mercy's crumpled form.

All Astarion could do was notch another arrow and send it flying as he raced across the rafters, too far to be of any use beyond covering Shadowheart and Lae'zel as they raced to his paramour's aide.

Mercy grimaced, cheeks flushing with embarrassment as they averted their gaze. They clicked their tongue against the back of their teeth dismissively. "I don't need a lecture from you. Shadowheart and Lae'zel had that covered."

"Good. Because I wasn't going to lecture you. You're not a child." Astarion's nose wrinkled in disgust as the word left his lips. He watched Mercy with clear disapproval writ in the furrow of his brow. The corner of his lips turned down into a displeased frown. "Yet, you nearly got yourself killed because you're impulsive like one."

Mercy's tail flicked like a viper's, frustration bubbling over into the whip of the appendage as they lifted their gaze to meet Astarion's. "I thought this wasn't a lecture."

"It's not." Astarion snaked his arms around the sorcerer's torso, pulling them down flush against him. He held them tightly, burying his face into the top of their head and inhaling deeply. "Then we met that vile woman. All I could imagine is your anger making you do something impulsive again."

Mercy's entire body tensed for a moment. The spikes along the sides of their tail bristled for a moment, but shrunk back down to their smaller size the sorcerer forced themself to relax into his embrace. They could feel the unnatural rise of his chest as their scent filled the empty cavity where his dead heart lay still.

"You were worried." It was a question, but it came out a breathy, surprised statement as they watched him. It wasn't like they hadn't been injured before, and it was certainly not the worst during their travels so far, but it was the first time they had taken a since his confession.

It was the first time he had nearly lost the sorcerer since making it clear his feelings for them were real.

Mercy rolled their eyes, a heavy sigh shrinking them down as the air left their lungs, making them feel small in Astarion's embrace. He gave them a gentle squeeze, their only acknowledgement that he heard them.

Astarion reclined back against the pillows once more, his gaze coming to settle on Mercy's when their head tilted back so they could peer at him. The sorcerer's eyes squinted, watching him warily for a moment, then slid their hands down to press against the mattress again. They slid themself up then took his calloused hand and pressed it against their heart, palm flat where it beat against their ridged chest.

"We've both done stupid shit," they reminded him with a pointed look that had him shrinking beneath their gaze, "but we made it. All I can promise is that I will not make that mistake twice." Mercy's eyes softened as they watched Astarion. His own concern seemed to seep out of his tensed muscles, allowing him to relax against the sorcerer's hoard of pillows.

Astarion glanced at their throat where dark crimson dots and angry red skin marked where he had supped their ichor, at Mercy's insistence. The taste of their blood still on his lips, their very essence was now touching across every sense he had. Astarion let out an exasperated sigh, though his hand lingered for a moment longer before he tugged Mercy down to nestle in the crook of his arm.

"Good. It was a waste of perfectly good blood." He licked his lips hungrily as he hummed a displeased little noise.

Mercy propped their head against his chest, mindful of the horns curling above their crown. "Perhaps, but you can't say you didn't enjoy watching that one guy choke on his own blood. You become such an excellent shot when you think I need help," they teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"Oh, yes. That was absolutely delightful." Astarion snickered, his dangerous smile widening to flash sharp teeth. "I didn't think you needed help. You needed help. Don't be obtuse." He lifted his hand opposite of the one cradling Mercy and pressed his pointer to their forehead, giving it a gentle poke.

Mercy's nose wrinkled. "I know," they sighed as they batted the hand away.

"You should probably get some rest. I doubt Karlach will carry you if you're too tired to walk tomorrow." Astarion snorted and lowered his arm to rest across his chest. He extended his fingers out to the sorcerer. Mercy slid one of their hands over to take his, fingers curling to link with Astarion's.

Mercy rolled their eyes at him, though the sorcerer snickered. "Yeah, yeah." They waved their free hand dismissively. The movement caused the lights above to suddenly disappear, dark shadows devouring everything but the glow of Mercy's mismatched eyes.

Mercy stole one final kiss, a gentle peck to the corner of Astarion's lips, before they settled against him. Eyes drifting shut, they felt both his arms wrap around them, holding their form tightly against him. He'd hold them through the night, until the moment their Urges would strike.

#bat writes #hc that he gets callouses on his thumbs when he isn't flayed and forced to regrow his skin #i also have like a prequel of sorts from astarion's POV started #which is real fun for me and my 9000000 WIPs that i will inevitably have at this rate #astarion acunin #astarion #drabble #bg3 fanfic #fanfic #fun fact #mercy didn't almost kill astarion until after the colony for me #bc sceleritas fel didn't immediately collect due to mercy trying to be duplicitous and asking questions rather than outright refusing #so with the timing this is an option for what could have happened the evening before they went to sleep #and i say option bc everything is always subject to change when it comes to quick drabble work lol #mercy