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this is a private writing blog for astarion ancunΓn from baldur's gate 3. warning, that this blog will contain heavy themes that accompany astarion's character and his history of trauma, the grittier elements of faerΓ»n and associated horrors. please refer to my carrd for more information. established june, 2024.
travelling with: @demonwebs , @sarastuss , @bllakcat , @dekarsus , @gaindragon.
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i'm still in the process of moving things over, but astarion's new home is here now β’Μα΅₯α΅₯β’Μ @palespawn
i'm still in the process of moving things over, but astarion's new home is here now β’Μα΅₯α΅₯β’Μ @palespawn
i'm still in the process of moving things over, but astarion's new home is here now β’Μα΅₯α΅₯β’Μ @palespawn
i'm still in the process of moving things over, but astarion's new home is here now β’Μα΅₯α΅₯β’Μ @palespawn
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do you feel love? i know i don't.
featuring characters from dragon age, skyrim, marvel, original canons, and more, by blythe.
Astarion reacting to Lae'zel's interrogation techniques.
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heβs cringe and heβs not even free
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@palespawn β‘'d for a message from dorian pavus.
one, two, three, one, two, three. remember what you know, remember why you are here. to dazzle and wow, to seek and secure/ perhaps with a little self indulgence in the mix, this was dorian's tried and true territory. his perfection. of course he would be able to pull off a waltz amongst wealthy and hungry strangers, ears eager and open beyond the mask at the bridge of his nose for anything.
pause, attention still drawn somewhat to the cold grasp in his own hands. fingers intertwined with what felt like icy stone. there left amusement and somewhat of a thrill, no bickering or backhanded compliments. just a dance, any and all dramatics on the backburner.
" well- " he began in an amused breath as they slowed before a grand mirror, other partygoers moving swiftly behind them. there he stood, his attention now drawn to peculiar sight. just him, appearing alone with no one or nothing in his grasp except for inside air. lips still managed a curve. " at least this mirror clearly has it's priorities. " chirped before moving them away, tugging other frame with him as the song's end neared. " there. and not one toe stepped on, hm? "
the ballroom was as familiar as the bedroom, each weave between pairs, each spin and dip, was akin to gliding between silk sheets. with fluidity and grace, however, such familiarity was not unlike a home but a hunting ground; only this time, predators abound. their one reprieve was their temporary shroud, they were snakes in the grass.
only, the grass was also made of snakes... perhaps it was for the best he hadn't blundered aloud.
as they come to pause before the extravagant floor mirror, astarion finds nought but a single pair of eyes reflected back at him in an empty room. the living among the undead. it was amusing, if not something of a sore spot. where he feels a warm hand intertwined with his own, instead appears to be clinging to air, a void carved out before dorian where his own body should be. their host clearly thinks themselves a comedian.
astarion simpers as he's whisked away quickly, as if to delay any impending snark on his part.
the violin tapers off as the song comes to a close, and the sound of diluted conversation fills the space in its stead. β don't go getting ahead of yourself, darling, the night's still young, β dorian's talent and fine taste went without saying, of course, astarion hadn't doubted his ballroom etiquette for a second. stillβ
β that routine had far less pirouetting than expected. you weren't holding back on me now, were you? β
hi. fuck ice. here is how you can help families affected by unlawful deportation
edit: and FUCK LAPD. here is how you can help bail out protestors who are in the trenches, facing mass arrests and putting their bodies on the line.
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β my dreams grow darker. β [ picked a prompt from the Nosferatu list, hope it's okay! Feel free to slide in my inbox to discuss anything beforehand if you wish. Hi, hello c: ]
astarion peers over the top of his book as he's accompanied outside his tent, the still candlelight providing a small, warming glow between them beneath the otherwise starless night sky. the foreseen night owl of their little group was rarely joined at this hour, however, her foreboding words paint enough of a picture for him as to the why she was awake and cryptic to boot.
when serenei falls quiet, astarion generously allows pause for her to continue. to elaborate. something. the silence continues to gather and his shoulders begin to sag with disappointment. he sighs, snapping his book shut after dogearing his page and setting it atop his neighbouring, tasselled cushion.
β ... well? don't stop there, do tell, β his penchant for nosiness aside, understanding where she was positioned on the spectrum between an intrusive thought and a gory murder was vital for his survival, actually. β it can't be as terrible as being abducted by mind flayers and infected with worms, surely. β
nosferatu sentence starters, @thewindslaughter.
Trauma impels people both to withdraw from close relationships and to seek them desperately. The profound disruption in basic trust, the common feelings of shame, guilt, and inferiority, and the need to avoid reminders of the trauma that might be found in social life, all foster withdrawal from close relationships. But the terror of the traumatic event intensifies the need for protective attachments. The traumatized person therefore frequently alternates between isolation and anxious clinging to others. [β¦]
Traumatized people suffer damage to the basic structures of the self. They lose their trust in themselves, in other people, and in God. Their self-esteem is assaulted by experiences of humiliation, guilt, and helplessness. Their capacity for intimacy is compromised by intense and contradictory feelings of need and fear. The identity they have formed prior to the trauma is irrevocably destroyed.
β Trauma and Recovery, Judith Herman
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i finally finished expedition 33 for the first time so now i can be here
hi welcome to my asmr. iβm gonna be draining all the blood from your body
