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katalyist · 4 months

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Life series!Grian a survivor not a traitor

Alternative title: I thought about Life series!Grian for too long again and because Tumblr doesn't have a character limit I'm putting my thoughts on the Internet.

I'm not normal in how while watching Cleo's secret life final episode there was a silent agreement that Grian was no loyal when they had that conversation with Scott when they were trying to convince Gem to be on their side.

"I mean, don't ask about Grian's loyalty"

And Scott response was "I have never seen a man drop a pair of sunglasses quicker in my life. As soon as Joel dropped, the bad boy glasses were off"

To which Grian responded "My boys died, what did you want from me?"

Like how is Grian seen has someone that betrays or isn't loyal to his teammates? HE IS LOYAL, HE IS JUST TOO COWARD. He has never betray a teammate first.

Look, for example to third life: He promised Scar his life, and altough he warns the rest of players at the beginning about the scams Scar was doing, he always do what Scar did, he helped him, he create traps and didn't thought on betraying him until Scar betray him first, until Scar did it, when he recovered he was so mad and just jump to them shouting out that Scar was a traitor. AND THEN when Scar apologies and offers Grian to have the win he refuses because he still considers Scar his ally, and then the cactus ring happens and he feels bad, he feels bad for killing Scar, I don't think a traitor would be that bad to the point of killing themselves

Then in last life, where he killed two of his four teammates and started his reputation as "allies killer". First of all, when he turned red he had the oppurtinity to just turn on them, sure, he went back to the nether and threat Mumbo, but it was mostly joking and I think the most messed up thing was how afraid he was of not having any teammates that he was willed his best friend but couldn't find the courage on himself. The next episode he has already a plan to go back with his team AND get Joel out of red, like- he planned a way to be back with his allies and get his new ally (that if I had to remember you, was the one that killed him, but Grian was perfectly with him because he understands it was for the red impulses) out of red. Once he gets his yellow life back and goes back to the southlanders for a happy teammate reunion and discovers Jimmy was exiled he doesn't hesitate in saying he doesn't want him back because he betrayed the southlands; they have the votation, he says 'no' inmediatly and is surprised that other people said yes but doesn't oppose to it.

When Mumbo and Jimmy turned red he didn't try to kill them until their few attempts of murder, he did not attack Mumbo when he tried to end cristal him, he didn't attack them, even when they had that terrible attempt of a trap for him and Martyn. He attacked them when Jimmy physically tries to punch him to the trap that he looses the little patient he had left and kills him and then Mumbo for trying to stop him. Then Martyn betrayed him because of the boogeyman curse and when Grian finds Impulse he sounds so wounded because of that but even then he doesn't try to go for him, he makes a plan with Impulse to put a Wither on the base of team B.E.A.S.T because they were one of the biggest threats. Once Impulse died he was back with Joel and he didn't betray or left him, even when he had the opportunity to join bigger alliances than him.

With that out of the way we arrive to the fatal Double Life, I feel that this is the catalyst of Grian's character misinterpretation, mostly because of the cheat situation but: 1, that him and Scar and soulmates doesn't mean they are allies (see the two pair of soulmates that were literally divorce) and 2, he really tried to protect Scar and be a good ally. He made a base, he warned Scar to not go to places he could die and he even trust him with the sugar cane, when he lost it he trust Scar the sand he isn't even that angry or dissapointed on him. It also applies to BigB, he was a great ally with him too! He gave him sugarcane, cookies, tnt, they didn't attack eachother and the only reason why he killed him was because he forgot BigB was soulmates with Ren in his red madness, he even had a funeral for him and apologise for killing him. That is not traitor behaviour if you ask me.

And then finally Limited Life (my excuse and the real season I wanted to talk because I haven't left that bread bridge), the season where Grian is in his most loyal teammate arc of all. He is a coward of course, he plays safe always, in every single season, and that is what ends up being one of the reasons why Joel ends up dead. The bad boys were too reckless and idiots (in an affectionate way, I love them) for him to not fear for their lives constantly, and yes they almost felt apart, but that was after Jimmy killed Grian. Grian left Jimmy get the kills, they were trying to save him, when Tango (the boogeyman) killed Jimmy he didn't took the two hours from him because that would had permakill him, at the end Jimmy didn't die because of him, he just slip from the platform. They had the funeral and all, he left diamonds at his grave as an offer.

With Joel it is a little different, Grian didn't betray him, he didn't kill him, but he wasn't there because he was afraid of dying, in the middle episode 7 Joel wants to murder the family because they wanted to kill Jimmy "It wasn't their fault he died" trying to persude him to not do that to which Joel answers "I'm gonna send Scar a message" and Grian almost begs "No Joel, you got to be careful or I'm gonna be alone. I'm gonna be a singular bad boy" but he doesn't follow him, he doesn't go to kill people with him because they don't have a plan and it's obvious they will die.

Grian is a survivor, when he notices things are getting ugly he looks for a way out. When Joel goes on his murderous rampage after they talk to BigB he reunite again with him and Pearl to offer himself as a ally, making a list of all the things he is useful for, selling himself because he knows he will be alone at the end of that episode and alone players are easy targets. At first he wants them to become bad boys, he doesn't want to leave the mark, but they refused, and a survivor has to do what they have to do. He isn't even hiding why he wants to be friends with them and they don't have a problem with that.

"I have already kind of accepted he's gonna die in a way" he says while making a trap for the nosy neighbours while watching how Joel died (again)

"I mean, you completely abandon him at this point" Pearl points out (and if I watched Pearl more I could talk about how Life Series Pearl seems to have really trust issues with people that is so confident in leaving allies behind because she keeps repeating how Grian is not with Joel, she is so 'I will die for you', and it was prove in the final of secret life, I love her so much).

And Grian doesn't deny it, he does try to excuse his behavior with a "Joel reaches a point where he just loses his mind completely and he was way past that a while ago. Jimmy's death has kind of got an adverse affect on him" just to be silent a second, finish placing the TNT cards and going "But I will have to go and see if he is okay in a minute"

He cares about his last truly ally even when he knows Joel will die, Grian can't just stand still and wait for it to happen "I'm gonna have to go and see if Joel is okay. He must be on less than an hour and if I don't say bye, I'm gonna regret it"

And once he is with Joel again he doesn't hide that he has allied with the nosy neighbours from him. It is the first thing he tells him actually "I've just been like making new friends because you have lost your mind". That is not betray behavior, that is not 'I'm gonna back stab you' or 'I'm leaving you now'. And Joel gets it, he gets that Grian is too coward to confront people directly, that he is not a pvper and accepts him like that. And then they have this conversation on Skynet while trying to get kills for Joel:

"Yeah, do you know what would be really funny? If I just knocked you off right now but I won't, I won't, I won't do that"

"I would do that for you. I would do that for you. Bad boys for life"

HOW IS THAT NOT LOYALTY? Grian, the one that is afraid of death, willing to die for his ally? Without hesitation answering that yes, he would do that for Joel. We have the hole "Kill me Joel. KILL ME" dialogue and scene after that even. Grian didn't wanted Joel to died, when he has five minutes Grian tries to tell him to kill him again before Joel denies. When they are going to see who Joel can kill is when he starts hesitating because he would lose two hole hours to get Joel back to just one hour, he is balancing saving his allies with keeping himself alive and at the end Joel's rampage ends up killing him and Grian is without his bad boy.

He enters in full survivor mode and downplays Joel's death in front of everybody but contradicting his discourse of 'It was getting expensive to keep him alive' once everyone is gone he tells Pearl and BigB they should have a funeral for Joel fully knowing they weren't his allies. He makes Joel a grave too, like they did with Jimmy and says some words for him. How could that not be loyalty? The last episode he uses the bad boy skin, all season he forgot to use it and had to be remember by the others to use it, and then he puts it even if he 'isn't a bad boy anymore' to honor his allies.

I think the most close he was to betray an ally was when at the end he enacted the sword and ally with Impulse and Etho whitouth talking it with Pearl and it ending with both Etho and Pearl killing eachother to be in peace. When they first met after Grian enactes the sword and Pearl goes to kill he tries to stop her, but he doesn't defend her (or Etho), he just tells them to stop. Grian character just... always leaves his allies do what they want? even if it is not the best for them, it is something he does with every one of his alliance really, he does his own and they do his own, Cleo actually points it out on their last episode while they are talking to the heart fundation and Grian gets bored and goes to do his plan to get Gem and Cleo is like 'yeah, he does his own things, don't pay attention to him'.

In Secret Life he was also truly loyal to the roomates, in part I think because he was afraid of loosing his only oportunitty to get some friends after three episodes of loneliness. Grian is always so desesperate to make allies every season, make people like him because it would mean someone would fight for him. The rommates is a very solid team and he reassures himself and they how he made the correct decision. They are not as attach as he was with his bad boys (that, talking about them, he had this weird no-alliance with Joel, changing hearts and not really attacking eachother until the very end) but it is stable.

Grian includes them in his plans, if they are not on board he respects it, but when he thinks it is something that can protect them he insists. He insists they should go to Joel's platform where he hide from the zombie apocalypse because it is the easiest to defend and they were chase by the people with more health on the server. When Etho died they took it seriously, when they are scaping he goes first through the portal that belongs to Gem, Impulse and Scott because "No point both of us dying" he could have left Cleo go first to be more safe but he didn't, he tries to make a trap to get Gem and the Scotts and he tells Cleo to back off because they would get hurt if they stay to close because he will manually activate it.

My conclusion? Grian is not a traitor, he has never betray his teammates until they cross the line first. He is a bad teammate? Oh, totally, not because he won't provide his allies with supplies or plans but because the moment it becomes dangerous, too risky for his constant safe plays he distants himself because he doesn't like risky plays, he is an expert in the 'long game' even if he won't win anything with it, he also has some kind of honor (if you want to put it that way) he won't attack the weakest unless he is corner to do it to keep himself alive, he always goes for the biggest alliance, the people with most hearts, the people with most potential of giving to bring them down with the rest.

As always thank you for reading how normally sane I'm about Life series Grian. Again, I write this mini kinda essays on the fly and don't check facts too much but Grian himself implying he is not loyal had me "are you sure about that?" and then this was write on my drafts. Thanks for coming to my Grian talk!

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trcpicoz · 7 months

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐦

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author’s note: this was a little rushed but i hope y’all enjoy it, there’s a little bit of shy and reserved ruben in here🤍

warnings: smut 18+

working in the football world was fun but one thing that bothered you was the constant moving. you had gotten a job offer from manchester city to work as their social media manager. this was something you were excited for however, you weren’t excited to move and have to deal with the task of making new friends and building a new life in manchester.

on the first day of the job you were tasked with directing a campaign for the men’s first team which you were nervous about because of the man that would be there, ruben dias. you had seen ruben on the tv before and fancied him but you never thought you’d meet him let alone be together. the second you walked into the room you both caught each other’s eyes. “oh you like her, don’t ya?” said john playfully shoving ruben and egging him on to talk to you. “she’s beautiful don’t get me wrong but i don’t think i’d have a chance plus i don’t think we should be…ya know…” ruben scratched the back of his neck nervously “what, fucking your colleagues?” said erling laughing at how red ruben’s face had gotten. you were two introverts that were meant for each other but you didn’t know if he would ever make a move.

just two weeks later ruben finally built up the courage to introduce himself "hi my name is ruben, i'm a defender on the team and i just wanted to introduce myself since you're new here." he shook your hand, you both being nervous barely being able to hold eye contact "im y/n, it's nice to meet you ruben. the other players haven't said a word to me i was worried they didn't like me" your head bowed down with a look of sadness "that's a shame, i certainly don't dislike you, you seem really sweet and by the way i noticed you have an accent where are you from?"

"i'm from america but i moved to london for work and then i moved here. it's my first time in manchester, i've been in england for a while but i never ventured out to other cities" ruben’s eyes locked on your face as you struggled to even look at him "well i could take you out around the city-NOT LIKE A DATE, i mean i'm not opposed to a date necessarily but-" he stumbles over his words scared he's going to say the wrong thing and make you uncomfortable "ruben that sounds nice i would love a tour of the city" he shrugged his shoulders and sighed out of relief blushing knowing that the two of you got to spend some time alone.

as ruben walked you around he was nervous to get close to you. he walked with his hands in his pockets head down barely being able to keep eye contact because of how nervous he felt. it started to get dark out and you got scared because you haven’t been to manchester before and this was a completely new environment to you. scared and nervous you grabbed ruben’s arm and pulled your self close to him so you could feel safe. “are you okay?” ruben looked at your worried face “yeah i’m okay i- i just-” ruben stopped and held your hands “it’s okay, you’re with me i won’t let anything happen to you” you felt so safe with him, you kissed him on the cheek to show your gratitude for how much he wanted to protect you. ruben stepped back with a face as red as a strawberry, he fell in love. he smiled at you with dough eyes “do you want to go back to my place and watch a movie?”

you walk into his apartment and take off your jacket so you can sit on his couch. ruben joined you sitting on the opposite side to avoid any contact. as the night went on you both could feel the tension in the air, it was so thick you could cut it. “y/n are you cold?” “yeah actually i am can i get a-” ruben interrupted you “come here, i’ll warm you up” you got closer to ruben and he held you in his arms while you rested you head on his toned bare chest that was exposed from his button up shirt. you grabbed his face initiating a passionate kiss, your tongues danced and you swallowed each other’s whimpers. “we need to stop this” you said pulling yourself off of his soft lips. “we can’t be together, at least not like this. maybe we should take some time away from each other outside of work” ruben looked at you upset because he knew you liked him and he knew he like you but he understood the complications of fucking his colleague. “it’s okay i understand, i’ll drive you home” you arrive to your apartment and as you walk in ruben yanks your arm to pull you into his torso using all of strength grabbing your waist to keep you still in front of him, he kisses you. “i love you y/n” you held back your tears “i love you too”.

months had gon by since you talked to ruben in private. you both wanted to just say fuck it and be together but you were both too afraid to pick up the phone until one night ruben texted you. “hey y/n, i know you probably hate me for not reaching out sooner but i miss you so so so so much and i want to be with you, please text me back” you tested up reading his message and responded “ruben come over i need to see your face”

ruben arrived at your apartment with flowers blushing with excitement “i missed you so much i’ve been thinking about you for the longest” he said caressing your cheek. “i missed you too baby”. ruben picked you up and carried you to your bed where he undressed you and himself “are you sure you want to do this?” says ruben “i’m sure”. he climbed on top of you and inserted himself inside your pussy slowly stroking himself in and out while you whimpered trying to adjust to his thickness. the room was filled with noises of your wetness and orgasmic moans. “do you like this” ruben said as started to rub your clit “yes baby right there it’s so fucking good” you gripped the sheets getting closer to release until he came inside of you and you came at the same time.

“so much for professionalism” he held you in his arms kissing your forehead.

for @moodkvller & @anifffff my favorite ruben fans🤍🪽

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simpingland · 7 months

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The punch and the car.// Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

Modern Au! Jacaerys Strong never liked the girl his mother adopted, and made his life's mission to let her know that. But years past and reader can't handle that much hate from someone as intense as him. Baela and Rhaena have an idea.

TW: smut and angst a bit of fluff! P in v, masturbation (female receiving), unprotected sex. Someone gets a punch.

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As you had told her, the din of the overly loud music drilled into your brain. But your friend Rhaena's enthusiasm to see you and Baela out of your routine made up for it all. It was overwhelmingly crowded, but even so, her beautiful white hair made her stand out from the crowd and she ran to give you a hug.

"I can't believe you came, I thought you said yes to shut me up," said the girl with the sweetest smile.

"I never break a promise," Baela replied earnestly. Always with her dignity and honour.

"And I see you have convice our girl as well," she addressed you.

"Well, I'm afraid Baela threatened me if I didn't come..." that was absolutely true.

"That's how I made sure there was someone around who I liked" she justified herself.

You smiled at her, Baela had always been like a big sister to you, protective and loving in her own way. And Rhaena was also one of your favourite people, she knew how to boost your self-esteem and transmit energy. Maybe the party wouldn't be so bad.

"Baela!" someone shouted from afar.

You changed your mind after a second, from now on everything would be bad. The voice belonged to Jacaerys Velaryon, Baela and Rhaena's cousin, a.k.a 'Jace' to friends, which he always reminded you you weren't.

"What are you doing at a party, and out of rugby uniform? I don't think I've seen you in a skirt in years..." he hugged his cousin, smiling with those dimples. Then he saw you. "Oh...and you came too."

"Jacaerys..." you replied. "I'm surprised you saw me, I thought you'd be drunk as a skunk by now."

"I could hear your little voice beeping over the vibrations of the glasses as soon as you came in," he tried to mock.

"The plastic cups you mean?"

He fell silent, sighed and refocused on his cousins.

"I hope you're having a good time, cousin, I've got to go and get the playlist ready. It's my turn to DJ in a bit!"

The twins congratulated him and let him go, Jace gave them flirtatious winks before giving you a sidelong glance, as if he suspected you were going to nudge him at any moment. When he finally disappeared, Rhaena started waving to people and you and Baela decided to go get the first drink of the night.

"'I could hear your little voice beeping over the vibrations', ugh, what a clown..." you grumbled in Baela's ear.

"Oh, no. Don't start." She stopped concentrating on choosing liquor to look at you.

"Start what?"

"Complaining about Jace for anything. It's a tiring subject, both sides."

"He complains about me too?"

"Of course he does. He's always asking about you, like he's waiting to know something so he can complain even about things he hasn't lived through."

"Do you guys talk shit about me during training?"

Baela and Jacaerys were in different years at university and didn't study the same subjects (Baela studied sports, Jace politics and geography), but what they did share was a rugby training routine. Both were great players, and from a young age they had found a strong friendship through sport.

"No, I can mention to him, I don't know, things like we went shopping for panties last week and he finds a way to complain about you, asking me about you and overreacting to everything I tell him."

"Don't tell him about my panties, Baela!"

"It was an example..." lie, you had gone panty shopping, and Baela would most likely have told him about it because she doesn't think much of such things as embarrassing. "The thing is, I've had enough. I'm here today to get drunk and have fun."

She turned her attention back to her drink.

"So...you think I have an annoying voice?"

When she filled her drink twice as much, you took it for granted that her level of irritation had been overcome. You took pity on her and let her dance alone until you saw her stop to dance with a companion of hers. Perhaps the best idea was to walk around, and say hello to everyone you had even the slightest interaction with. And it seemed to work, albeit short greetings, nods or smiles, but no one stopped you to talk. As you sipped your drink, looking around the huge fraternity house, someone came up to your ear.

"Don't you have any friends here?" You were ready to smile at him, but you recognised Jace, though you didn't know whether by his voice or his smell.

"I'm looking for someone, actually," you lied. "You don't have anyone to hang out with to complain about me?"

"I'm afraid no one here cares that much about you."

That hurt. It would have been easy to reemphasize how obsessed Jace seemed to be with you, but it had crossed the fine line where you just wanted to cry because his insistence had made you want to hit him. Maybe it was true, maybe there was no one who cared about you as much. He must have noticed something in your eyes, his twisted smile disappeared, but because Jace couldn't stand to empathise with you, he decided to get angry.

"Oh, don't tell me you're going to be like that," he said.

"I don't even know why I bother to talk to you."

And you disappeared, turning your back on him. If he said anything else, you didn't hear it, the music was drilling into your head so much that you decided to finish your drink in two gulps, trying to numb your brain.

It hadn't always been like this with Jace, you just had trouble remembering the good times because the boy had made things difficult for you from moment one. From a very young age, living in the same house where Rhaenyra had lovingly taken you in, Jace had been a good boy, obedient to do his homework, help his brother Luke, and play with his cousins whenever they visited. But with you he was always different. It went from deep affection, sharing daily activities at home like drawing for hours on the same floor, dressing up and playing in the garden on summer mornings, swinging with each other in the park or enjoying cartoons lying on the sofa. But all that changed so drastically in the last years of school that you only had pictures and videos to remember those moments. When Joffrey was born, Rhaenyra began to count on you as a help around the house, while you put up with Jace pulling your hair when no one was looking, or "accidentally" throwing a ball in your direction. Nothing you said seemed right to him and all your good deeds were an attempt to lick his mother's arse. If Rhaenyra hadn't been there, you probably would have cried every night in your bed, but you held out hope for many years that he would grow up, just as Rhaenyra promised you would happen. Worst of all, you could only scold him so much, because Jace was smart. Sure, he talked back to his parents, he went out between days without warning, stories came home about girls he'd been seen hanging out with and doing things with, and he was a dick to you and didn't hide it. But he also passed all his exams with flying colours, he still had that unconditional affection for Luke, Joffrey and his cousins, he was a sportsman on a par with his mother in his youth, he helped his father Harwin whenever he needed him to fix something around the house, and he knew how to make anyone he came across smile.

Meanwhile, you had always felt like an outsider because of him, because the others had gone out of their way to include you. Harwin was a father to you, he had taught you how to drive and showed up at all your music recitals, no matter how bad they were. And Rhaenyra always told you everything. What was going on in her work, what she was talking about with Harwin, what she had discovered in Jace's drawers, or how happy she was to be promoted in her job. She had taught you how to do your hair and had more than kept her promise to your mother after she left this world. And yet, Jace made you feel like that wasn't enough, and at the same time it made you feel selfish. You couldn't just focus on pleasing one person, you couldn't please everyone. But it was frustrating that no one loved you with such passion but you had someone who apparently hated you with such passion.

All that went away from your head as the alcohol took effect, and you got so hot mixed in with the people dancing. You didn't even notice that it was Jace who had gone up to the DJ booth. That he played good music would be one of the things you could never admit to, and on top of that, he was happy to take requests from the pretty girls who piled up to ask him for tunes. You could stand it for a little while, noticing how the odd person approached you with strange intentions. And all of them you brushed aside, ignoring them almost unwillingly, so much on your own that you gave little thought to whether or not to offend others.

As you carried the cup again, an activity you had done a few times already, Jace played one of those songs that irritated you the most, and of course, there were people who agreed with you and there were many more who cheered Jace's choice. The least you deserved was to ask him for a song. So it was to the mixing desk that you headed, awkwardly, with a full glass and clearly drunk. If you pushed someone it was likely, that you cared about it was out of the question. And Jacaerys found it so strange to see you standing there that he gave you some attention, lending his ear for you to speak to him, mind you, with a scowl.

"Play my song!" you shouted at him.

"Your song?" He looked disgusted, and shook his head when you nodded.

"The one before was shit, play my song!"

"I don't take requests...especially not like the shit you want me to play." But hey, he did know what your shit song was...

"Yo do take requests, asshole, and it's a shame you had to learn a whole profession as a dj to get girls to listen to you,"

"Get the fuck out of here before you puke on the table," he snapped.

"Are you calling me a drunk?"

"Clearly you're not?" he mimicked your tone of voice and the dumb expression you must have had at the time.

"I don't talk like that, enough of--" in your anger, the drink had ended up spilling out of the glass and onto the huge, button-strewn table. Jacaerys turned away, but you, panicking and confused, tried to wipe the alcohol off the table. And then sparks flew, and for an instant you felt that intense burning sensation in your fingers. You felt yourself being pulled within seconds, but you couldn't see who it was because the whole house went out. People were soon protesting, shouting and hissing, but all you could smell was Jace so close, his hands in your arms.

The lanterns lit up the room, though the complaints didn't disperse, and loud footsteps sounded overhead.

"Who destroyed the mixer?" the voice shouted. The lights focused on him, surely more than one was recording. His tense and serious face brought you back to your senses a little. Just a little.

"Aemond, I'm so sorry about the table, it was an accident..." apologised Jace, trying not to look nervous.

"I knew accepting you into the fraternity was a mistake. Do you know how expensive the mixer is?" he approached both menacingly, though he wasn't looking at you.

"We're so sorry..." you interjected.

"Shut up and get the hell out of here," snapped the boy everyone knew as Aemond One Eye, a legend on campus and also Jacaerys' uncle.

"Hey..."

"I'll try to pay you back, okay?" Jace slyly placed you behind him, trying not to feel provoked by Aemond. "I'm telling you, it was an accident."

"You'll pay for it? I can already see you whining to your mother to spoil you again for everything you want. No, not this time, I don't want you to pay for it, I want to make it clear what a cunt you are. I don't want you to come back here anymore."

"It was me who did it-" you were interrupted again.

"I have friends here too, Aemond, don't forget that."

"That's because everyone forgets that you and your brothers are the worst scum they can come across. None of them know your brute of a father."

"Leave my father out of this," Jace was on the verge of fisticuffs.

"You're right, I suppose he's been duped by your slut of a mother--"

Then he took a fist, and everyone stifled a scream, and there was the odd brave one who dared to clap. And no, it was not Jacaerys the puncher. So drunk, angry at the interruptions, and even more provoked by the comment, no one had foreseen the blow you threw at Aemond, nor the strength you had hidden. The fact is that the boy started to bleed from the nose, and that applause had perhaps encouraged you too much.

"What the fuck?" Aemond said to you.

"We told you it was an accident. And it wasn't even Jace, you fucker. It was me...yes! Me! And the only scum I see here is you!"

The whispers and the dreads returned, and now there was no more applause. Jace tried to push you away again.

"Don't mind her, she's drunk," Jace excused you.

"I'm not going to hit a woman," Aemond wiped his nose.

"You better" you said and Jace threw you knives through his eyes.

"How brave, Jace" he then exclaimed in a higher tone. "You need a poor girl to cover your back...pitiful."

He then lowered his voice as people seemed to start talking again, commenting on what they had just seen. Someone was able to turn the light back on, and the cheering returned.

"Both of you get out of here right now. If you don't, I'll make sure no one talks to you for the rest of the college." The blond finally whispered.

As you stepped aside, Baela and Rhaena were already there to find out first hand what had happened, and Rhaena saved you from falling straight to the ground.

"Is she drunk?" She asked Jace.

"Clearly...though she's never been very smart."

"Jace, don't be cruel," Baela urged him.

"She needs to throw up, and I'd rather she do it here than in the car," Rhaena looked at her cousin ruefully, you trying to regain the mobility of your fist. "Give us a hand getting her upstairs...please."

Without a word, Jace was able to hoist you onto his back, with Baela and Rhaena watching to make sure you didn't let go and fall down the stairs.

"I think I cracked my finger," you said slurring your words. You held out your hand to Rhena to show her. "Can you see if I've cracked it?"

"I don't have x-ray vision, honey," she replied.

"You punched it with your other hand," Jace corrected you. Only you laughed, clutching his neck again. He still smelled exaggeratedly good and his hair was there for you to sink your face into. But soon you reached the bathroom.

Rhaena grabbed your hair and it wasn't long before you were puking. Outside the bathroom, Jace avoided Baela's gaze, who knew that Aemond's words must have hurt him. And soon your consciousness came back. You rinsed your mouth and rethought your life choices.

"Did I just punch Aemond Targaryen?" You asked the girl. And she nodded at you, smiling. "I just punched Aemond Targaryen!"

And then you smiled, and a little gasp escaped you, leaning out into the hallway to join Baela and Jacaerys.

"I just punched Aemond Targaryen!"

Though Baela was smiling, it was Jace who wanted to burst your little bubble of happiness.

"What you just did is make a fool of me," he cut you off, his tone serious and low, shifting his gaze from the floor to you.

"Hey...I stood up for you." You were instantly out of any joy.

"I didn't need your help, in fact, what I needed was for you not to be here. It was all your fault."

"Aemond would have used any excuse to insult you in front of everyone, no matter what happened, just like you don't need anything to insult me."

"Don't compare me to Aemond! He hates my mother and everything we have. Instead you..." he paused for a moment, frustrated and waving his hands around, not knowing what to squeeze, "you just need to exist to..."

"To hate me?"

Though he didn't answer, he didn't need to. He turned his eyes away from you, and closed his mouth. And then you were overcome with all the ridicule you had always made, not just today. Whatever had been going through his head about you had always mattered little to you. But now you could understand that it was you, your personality and everything that you would never change that bothered him so much. And that confused you more, because if Jacaerys saw you like that, when he was an admirable person in many ways, did that make you a despicable person?

"I'm going back to the flat" you whispered after a few seconds. You started down the stairs, getting as far away from Jace as possible.

"I'll give you a lift" Baela offered.

"No need, I'll walk..."

"No, I'll take you, I don't feel like being here anymore." She grabbed you by the shoulders and made you stop.

"Are you sure?"

"If my friend doesn't have a good time I'll never have a good time...I hope you feel the same way." She winked at you and you smiled a little. "Go to the car, I have to say goodbye to some colleagues."

She left you the keys and you walked alone to the place where you remembered getting off. And opening the door, the warmth of the car comforted you and although you thought you would be grateful for the silence, it brought back the bad memories and your head was spinning again. It took you a while to realise that Baela was taking a long time, but you refused to go back into that house.

Biting your nails in the dark, with a few stealthy tears falling, you half lay down in the back seat, because you always got dizzy in front, as all your friends knew. And when someone opened the door, you were instantly glad to think it was Baela, but it wasn't. The smell was different, and though it was a smell you loved, the presence made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

Jacaerys sat in the back seat in awkward silence, and slammed the door shut. He didn't make you step aside, for he shrank back in his seat and turned on the car's light. And even then, he didn't look at you.

"Where's Baela?"

"Inside."

"And... And why are you out?"

"I'm not technically out of a place if I'm inside a car." He replied in a pedantic tone. To that you said nothing, just let out a snort, giving up. "Rhaena told me you'd be here."

You stood silent waiting for him to develop, but he struggled, shaking his leg, making you incredibly nervous.

"If you're going to be like this you might as well have stayed outside. In the open air if you wish me to be more specific..."

With a look of disgust, he opened the door and walked out. And you felt a little silly because the light made you look a little ridiculous in that posture, waiting for someone who wasn't coming and having blown the only chance you had to make amends with Jacaerys. And you watched from the window as he paced back and forth, his coat pulled tight and trying to cheat the cold. You enjoyed watching him for a while, and it wasn't long before he gave up. When he tried to go back inside, you quickly got into his seat, not letting him sit down.

"It must be minus twenty degrees in here, let me in," he demanded.

"You're too much sometimes."

"Please, my nipples are going to turn blue!"

At your hesitation, Jace decided to have his way, sitting down roughly and causing you to pull away. Locked in the car again, Jace took a breath, and finally spoke.

"I don't hate you!" Though from his tone it didn't sound like it. "But it's as simple as that every time I've run into you, you've managed to overshadow everything."

"Jacaerys, we've lived our whole lives together. It's natural for you to hate me--"

"But thats what I'm telling you, that I don't hate you, and that's what irritates me the most. You've been the apple of my mother's eye ever since you were adopted. Her only daughter, while I, the one already there, the eldest, the first-born and the supposed to be the dearest, have always remained in your shadow."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't, you'll never know what it's like to have everyone telling you how great you are while I choke on trying to make someone proud of me. You smile and you have it all."

"I don't know? Listen to yourself, Jacaerys, it's you who only has to smile to get what you want. You're a taciturn, stubborn and rather obtuse about a lot of things and everyone lets you slide because you're the favourite, the handsome, sporty one of the brothers and you get good grades even though no one's ever seen you study." Your raised voice made his eyes widen quite a bit, that or maybe you were moving dangerously towards him.

"I study at night!" he justified himself.

"I know, your mother always thought it was the hours you masturbated but I've always known you studied because you get anxiety about not answering an exam!"

"And you know everything because you are a know-it-all and everyone tells you everything because they want to be your friend!"

"Then why don't you?" That sounded a lot more desperate than you thought it would.

"Because I want to feel like a real leader for once in my life, I want to feel independent and you've never stopped trying to match me. You haven't even let me fight with someone who has insulted me, not you!"

"And you needed to ostracise me for years and remind me how lonely I am to get me to leave you alone?"

Then you stepped back, and the dim light let the two of you watch each other carefully. Your tears had long since passed, but Jacaerys seemed to have them on the verge of coming. And then you felt sorry.

"I'm sorry."

You said it unwillingly at the same time. Silence returned, and your gazes parted, though you couldn't help but glance sideways at him.

"The worst thing about all this..." he started to say, "is that I like the song you wanted to play too. But I didn't want to play it because it makes a lot of sense that people would have loved it and the wanted to be friends with you, you're someone...quite unforgettable."

"Well, you didn't need to learn the whole DJ thing to get girls' attention." That made him smile a little.

"Luke's not going to believe you called me 'the handsome one of the brothers'," he joked.

"Oh, that's all you got? Now I feel stupid. I'm going to go get Baela," you moved to open the car door, but again, Jace's hands picked you up, pulling you back towards him.

"I know I'm taciturn, stubborn and obtuse, but you know I'm more than that..." he then rested his hands on yours, checking those small burns that had been left over from the accident.

"Of course I know that, Jacaerys..." then you realised how close you were to his face. His greenish eyes were now completely black, and never before had you felt as seen by him as you did at that moment.

"Your fingers must be burning..." he put one of your hands to his lips.

"And you must still be a little cold."

Without quite knowing what was going on, the alcohol reminded you that you were indeed much looser than you were used to, so when Jace kissed your fingers slowly, you couldn't help but caress his lips, which went from cold to incredibly tempting.

As soon as you pulled your hand away, Jace launched himself at your lips, and first it was a strange, slow kiss, soft and silky. Jace smelled so good...and kissed so well...it didn't end there. He pulled you on top of him and continued kissing you, the passion increasing with each kiss. As your tongue entered, your hand moved down to Jace's chest and you felt it grow so close to your own sex. And the music coming from the party so far away seemed to increase in your mind, the movements of the car getting faster and faster.

When you undressed is something you'll never know, but you do remember undressing Jace with that stupid car light on. You were no virgin, but Jace felt so new, and the readjustment he gave you made you feel that instant electricity. And it was you moving up and down, with Jace trying to capture your lips, even though it had been feeling so good for a while that he could barely do anything but moan softly. He knew how to move his hands and his sweat made him look a thousand times more handsome than you'd ever seen him.

"I'm going to cum," he warned you. "Fuck, even for this you're the best..."

"Don't exaggerate," though it brought a smile to your face and red to your cheeks. It didn't take you long to feel that explosion as Jace closed his eyes and caught his breath.

Dismounting from him, the tender kiss that followed surprised you, and you could feel a smile on his lips. You hadn't cum, but the experience had been worth it, though you didn't think about the consequences at the time. Then Jacaerys brought his hand to where you wanted it most, and a moan escaped you in that supposedly high-pitched voice that didn't seem to bother Jace so much now.

"Tell me how you like to be touched," he whispered softly. And you put your hand with his to change the rhythm.

"I like it like this" you replied, his fingers were still a little cold and that made it all the better. You were concentrating but when you opened your eyes your enjoyment increased. Jace's face was pressed to yours, and he kept his eyes on you as he moved his hand without even penetrating you. He looked into your eyes, or he looked at your lips, but he was full of affection for you, for the first time it was only and completely for you.

Then that tingling feeling ran through you from your stomach to each of your fingers and toes, and Jacaerys delighted in seeing you with the favour returned.

And it all ended with another kiss, lacking tongue or eagerness, but full of tenderness that made you forget every single bad thing that had ever happened.

"Your mouth tastes like good weed liquor," he confessed as you got dressed again, his dimples peeking out.

"And yours tastes like rum-cola."

"Clearly I win this one."

Laughing and blushing, you nodded. And before you kissed him again, Baela and Rhaena's voices began to grow closer. And the two of you parted as if it were routine as the car doors opened and closed.

"I'm sorry for the lock-up," apologised Baela. "I hope it's all right."

"It is...it is," you responded.

Jace opened the window, trying to disperse the smell a little, and his attempt at being sneaky was a little too funny to you.

"I'm glad...something smells funny though..."

"Did you know that cars are cleaned on the inside too, Baela?" The twin teased.

The two engaged in an absurd argument that was amusing, but your eyes and mind focused on Jace as he placed his hand gently on your leg, and then turned his palm over to offer it to you. And you took it silently, interlacing your fingers and letting them rest in your lap.

You had cried about Jacaerys, you had executed an act of violence in defence of Jacaerys, you had left Jacaerys in the cold. You had made love with Jacaerys...now you could understand why wars were difficult. What a weirdly victorious night that was.

#house of the dragon imagines #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #jacaerys strong #jacaerys velaryon x reader #prince jacaerys #jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys smut #jacaerys velaryon #hotd jacaerys #hotd smut #hotd angst #hotd fluff #harry collett

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Lord Enver Gortash: Ah - a familiar face, and a fondly-remembered one indeed. How have you been, Karlach? Karlach: Very, very hot. Lord Enver Gortash: You're agitated. I'd keep an eye on that. My Steel Watch are sensitive to anything they perceive as a threat. Karlach: Very clever, fabricating people to do your fighting for you. But they won't be able to protect you forever, Gortash. Lord Enver Gortash: I never meant to harm you, dear, merely to help you realise your vast potential. Karlach: You sent me to the Hells. You let Zariel take my heart. As though any of it was yours to give away. Lord Enver Gortash: The greater good, Karlach. Something I wouldn't expect you to understand. Karlach: You feel no regret, do you. All right. How about fear then? Lord Enver Gortash: Oh, you do quite misunderstand. I've already made a deal with your companion. We need each other. Karlach: Do we now? Kyvir: Easy, Karlach; we won't make it far against the Steel Watch. Lord Enver Gortash: Listen to reason, for once in your life. I'm sorry you feel wronged about how things ended between us, but that was ten years ago. We must look to the future. Karlach: You have no future. Karlach: There will come a time, sooner than you think, when death comes knocking at your door. You'll swing that door open, and you'll cower before what you see, and you'll beg, 'Please, Karlach. Spare me.' Karlach: I can't wait.

The wild part of this is, I think Gortash actually means it when he says he never meant to harm Karlach. It was an immensely fucked up thing to do to her and I don't believe for a second he misses that as much as he's pretending to, but I fully agree with the post I've seen around suggesting that on at least some level Gortash was playing out his own trauma with Karlach in his place with the expectation that she'd come out the other side stronger like he did (also immensely fucked up like he did, but hey! Who's counting?) and actually did think he was doing her a favour. I mean, he definitely knew that it was a horrific thing to do to someone who trusted him for personal gain and he's an awful, awful person for it, but it is an interesting point of characterization to consider. Also I vaguely remember seeing someone talking about a dialogue path (maybe only if you're playing Karlach?) where Gortash says essentially "You knew what I was, why did you not see this coming?" and I didn't get that here but it's very fun. He's got a bit of a point, but also I can say without a second of doubt that if Karlach knew he was the type to sell her to a devil who'd replace her heart with an engine she would not have worked for him. He was absolutely hiding his worst attributes from her; she didn't see it coming because she didn't know what he was. God he's such a rat bastard of a man.

It also says so much about Karlach that even with the man she hates more than anyone else right here in front of her and even with him deliberately antagonizing her (you can't tell me that "Something I wouldn't expect you to understand" and "I've already made a deal with your companion, we need each other" and "Listen to reason, for once in your life" aren't Gortash deliberately antagonizing her like the rat bastard he is) she'll still stand down if you ask her to. She trusts the player character so much that she'll tolerate an alliance with her literal worst enemy out of faith that they have a plan! And with remarkably good grace under the circumstances. He absolutely deserves to die at her hands and deserves even more to beg for her to spare him and be left entirely at her mercy the same way she was left at his.

#bg3 #enver gortash #karlach #it is WILD how different it feels talking about gortash re karlach as opposed to re durge #the way different characters can respond to a character in such wildly different ways depending on their own experiences #really is so fun and fascinating to observe

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altschmerzes · 9 months

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so, ferngully the last rainforest, right. insane movie about how deforestation is bad and we gotta protect the environment and all living things matter and should be valued. great message. insane film. also a movie i autism-imprinted on as a child with no access to a tv aside from a portable dvd player and a dvd case. anyways so i haven't seen this movie in a really long time and i just watched it again and i have some observations.

nobody in this movie has nipples. it is incredibly distracting. they got all these little fairies in the woods and none of the boy fairies have shirts and they also don't have nipples. they got the pecs like a dolphin's belly. i found this SO DISTRACTING.

yes he was voicing the personification of pollution and deforestation but also tim curry. listen. i have never been inclined to use this phrase before i don't like it very much i just think it sounds bad but i do have to say there is no other way to put it but tim curry put his whole pussy into voicing hexxus and the result is that the personification of pollution and deforestation in this film can absolutely get it because he DID put that tim curry steez into the role.

hey remember that time that robin williams voiced a cartoon bat who did a whole song and dance number about the evils of animal testing. and it kind of ruled?

there's a biker gang who rides flying beetles. they're not fairies bc they don't have wings. what are they? don't worry about it.

there's a song where the personification of pollution and deforestation sings about how much he loves clearcutting machinery while he puffing on diesel smoke and gasoline and oil and it is literally two minutes of pure sex appeal. i can't explain it. tim curry did not have to go that hard but he did and the result is like. listen. i can't explain it.

this makes the fact that nobody in this film has nipples even weirder. like no we can't have nips on these little shirtless fairy men because that's too horny for our young audience. meanwhile tim curry just poured raw sex appeal into the villain song. the ship has sailed.

remember the time that bigol lizard chases this little man who's been shrunk to fairy size around and sings a song about how he's gonna eat him.

why is his name 'zak.' why did they spell it that way.

robin williams also did the absolute most in his role in this film. like. batty's lines are so... some of them had me in hysterics.

i am obsessed with the ending shot where my man zak here has just had a life-altering experience with the forest fairies and understands that all living things have value including the trees and has vowed to remember this lesson. he walks off with his logging company buddies and is like come on guys. things have gotta change. this is a great ending for this kids' film and i do gotta admire this dumbass's dedication to single-handedly dismantling the logging industry, i, uh, i do also think there are gonna be some, uh, hurdles along the way.

#ferngully #ferngully the last rainforest #idk if anybody remembers this film but #tim curry didn't have to do that #and yet he did gd bless

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shadowshrike · 7 months

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Ascended Astarion Appreciation Post

I'm not going to do a true analysis here because I feel like all the individual lines of spawn/ascended/neutral Astartion and how broad the interpretations of them can be depending on the context of your playthrough have already been discussed ad nauseam by the fandom. The stellar voice work only adds to the ability for a player to feel a connection with whatever narrative they like best. However, I want to throw my personal experience with his storyline into the ring because I feel it's rather unusual.

For my style of play, I initially only brought Astarion along on my 'clever evil' run. I had no knowledge of his storyline before I started and didn't do any metagaming to win his approval; I just brought him along because the 2 minutes I saw of him in my main run made him seem like a good fit for a Tav with selfish choices. This was a custom bard playthrough where I made everyone love me by being a great con artist, killed the few who might make my rise to power more difficult (like the Nightsong), and lightly manipulated our companions into giving me their protection while I only took on minor risk. Naturally, Astarion played well with this character. He was entertained by having a partner to 'play' with, one who didn't get put off by cruel comments or his lust for power and was good at pretending to be manipulated by the questionably charismatic vampire.

I expected the power lust and loss of humanity toward the end of his story. What I did not expect was that by doing an Ascended playthrough first, I would ruin my desire to reload for the Spawn ending later. After all, aren't you supposed to want to do the "Good" thing when your default gameplay style is Good-aligned?

What solidified it for me were two things. First, his response to the Gur. His reaction suggested to me that he was probably a power-hungry noble before he was turned, one who paid the consequences for his cruelty, jumped at the chance for an escape through Cazador when faced with the consequences of that cruelty, and then spent the next 200 years being tortured horrifically for it. From everything I gleaned through his half-retelling, his story was much like the victims of hags or devils. I felt bad for the disproportionate horror of his fate, but there was an odd sort of justice in it as well, one that had long descended into pure evil thanks to the creature he fell victim to.

The second thing that turned me from doing a full playthrough just to see the Spawn ending was, oddly enough, the confession where he explains he's been manipulating you and has accidentally developed feelings. Now, this is partly because I may have accidentally skipped part of the animation, but when I decided to reciprocate the 'heartfelt feelings' as part of my character's manipulation, his answering smirk seemed to say, "Gotcha. So all I have to do is act vulnerable, weak, and like I would be nicer if someone just loved me for once in my life, and they'll protect me forever. I can do that."

After that point, I could never take any statement he made about redemption seriously, especially not if he was particularly blunt about it. The nail-on-the-head speeches I'd seen from him on the spawn path seemed exactly that - too perfect. Like it was exactly what a good character would want to hear, and something a rather poor manipulator but one who specializes in making people feel loved (which Astarion is) would fall back on. That's not to say the words don't ring with truth - they really do thanks to the beautiful voice work - but in the context of his relationship with power and dependence, every word felt like falling back on old habits to manage his fears. Ones he may not even be aware of, truthfully.

Do I think that was the intent by the writers? Absolutely not. But the more I pressed on in the story and he never reverted to that overly sweet act after he realized my character was actually more interested in giggling with him over how to obtain absolute power, the more it felt like the whole 'poor victim' act, although absolutely rooted in some truth, was truly an act to him.

He was terrified, would always be terrified, and had no problem doing whatever he needed to do in order to keep that terror at bay. His desperation made him easy to manipulate. He begged for both the tadpole's powers and Raphael's deal, staying true to a character that would always take the risk as long as it didn't threaten his vanity like the astral tadpole did. He was clearly incapable of forming a healthy relationship with anyone and had no interest in actually working on himself. Still, he was a master at adjusting his behaviors just enough to make himself safer in his new 'goodish' environment by acting like he had come to appreciate goodness. Not that he was ever completely heartless, even on a selfish/evil run, but it became clear that he mostly wanted goodness for himself. He didn't want a lack of chains in the world. He wanted to be the one holding them.

Ascending him was the obvious choice in an evil run. I would both be giving him the one thing he truly wanted and putting him forever in my debt...at least until his annoyance at having a debt outweighed his fear of being alone.

Becoming his spawn, on the other hand, was a hard choice. And probably the most satisfying narrative choice I made in all my playthroughs, good or evil.

For context, I had refused to use any tadpole powers in this run, giving it to him instead, so he could deal with the risk while being pleased by being handed more power. I didn't want to sacrifice anything personally while I was busy putting everyone in my debt. But here I was faced with a dilemma - did I have confidence that my character could still manipulate this vampire driven by fear enough to take the world if I let him turn me into a spawn so I could be immortal? Would the good and evil armies I'd raised to my name be enough to stop Astarion if he started to lose his utter devotion to me and made me a mindless thrall? If I said no or suddenly cast doubt on him, he'd certainly be enraged, given my prior support of him and his fear of rejection. Was the danger of angering him on top of losing that ascended vampire power worth my mortal freedoms? How long would that freedom even last if I said no, assuming he truly did end up exactly like Cazador, who would likely have just taken it from me in a rage?

Interestingly, this choice was made for me by the insight check that some people hate so much. When I saw he thought my character was still above him, that I had to degrade myself to be with him, I realized the man's leash hadn't gone anywhere. I could use him to get me the world. Yes, he would continue trying to manipulate me with empty promises, but I would continue manipulating him in turn by appealing to his petty vanity and insecurities. And together, we could have everything he ever lusted after with the only cost being a soul he was more than willing to lose.

I think the perfect cap to this was the ending. A romanced Ascended Astarion's ending was easily the most satisfying ending part of all the little character moments of all my playthroughs. The evil power fantasy was perfect. With the choices I made, it implied he was 100% as much my thrall as I was his (less literally in his case), leaving the corruption of his character beyond pure power lust open to interpretation. Add to that the satisfaction of his new unique dialogs near that end, and I was blown away. His confidence, for once, did not seem fake, though it was still informed by the fears that had driven him from the beginning. It was not his most healed or kind self (and how could he be either of those in any ending after 200 years of torture unless he was lying?), but his most free self, enjoying everything he ever wanted in a blaze of glory, relishing in his control, and fully giving himself to the newfound passions given by his second life.

Is he evil, selfish, and controlling? Absolutely. Will some hero inevitably take him out down the line when he gets a little too crazy with his powers? Probably. But such is the beauty and fun of the evil power fantasy.

It's unfortunate that playing this route, I can't enjoy how he is chained by the spawn route. I can understand what it is trying to do. Promoting the power of forgiveness, love, and support to allow someone to be their best self. It aims to apply human healing patterns to a supernatural creature in a cathartic way, one that has been successful for a great many people. But for me, it just doesn't land.

On runs where I care about his fate on a personal level, I hate to see him forced into a life where he loses all the things that have brought him joy, either now or when his lover dies. I don't want my choices 'for his own good' to mandate he forever sacrifices his own wants and needs. I hate how he tells you that you made the right choice after things have calmed down if you refuse to help him because what other option does he have? You've stripped him of hope outside of your protection. Without a cure, he's helpless at the feet of the Good heroes surrounding him who could end him in an instant if he's anything other than grateful and fawning for how much you've saved him. After the other route, that fate feels like dying a second slow death for a character so desperate for freedom and power, no matter how self-destructive it is. And since he basically says you did the 'right thing' when you have a high relationship no matter what end you choose with him, Good or Evil or in-between, it loses its power to me as a narrative anchor to any feel-good moments.

Personally, I like Astarion most as a character who is able to fulfill his base desires, ugliness and all. I think he's written in a way where he's well-suited to be both a victim and an awful person. I like the unique narrative of him being someone who is a bit of a monster and most fulfilled by being his worst self rather than seeking redemption, but appreciate that most people feel more fulfilled by a route where he's humanized and gets to heal through romance or a supportive friend.

I encourage everyone to find their own favorite variation of him. To me, he is one of the messiest characters who can have wildly different 'truths' depending on the context of your playthrough and your interpretations of his lines. Since he's a known liar and manipulator (and an unfathomably old one at that by human standards), there are a million and one different headcanons you can use to fill in the blanks on what he really means, who he really is, and what he really wants or needs.

I hope everyone out there enjoys whatever version of Astarion they like best. For me, I think I just might have to try a different variation on an evil playthrough. I want to see what other contexts I can get for his Ascension story and whether any of them hit as many satisfying narrative notes as my first.

#ascended astarion #essay #baldur's gate 3 #astarion

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footballfanficwriter · 7 months

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Award show

A/n: I know I haven't been posting but writers block is a real thing fr, also requests are open

Summary:where the reader is Kylian's plus 1 to the football awards

I'm nervous, because although Kylian is my Husband we've never actually made a public appearance and people don't know we're married

Which has taken a strain on our marriage because I feel like he's ashamed to be seen with me in public and he says he wants to protect me

As if he can sense my nervousness he walks into the room and wraps his hand around me.

"You smell good" he say planting kisses on my neck

"Thank you"

"You also look very gorgeous"

"Thank you, you look very handsome yourself, seems like I'm gonna be fighting a lot of women tonight"

He laughs and I smile at his laughter

"You don't have to worry about them, I'm all yours"

I smile and he pecks my lips

"C'mon let's go we don't wanna be late"

We walk out the door and into the car where our driver was waiting on us

The ride to the event was very nerve wrecking and my leg keeps bouncing

Kylian must have noticed because he places his hand on my thigh

"Hey don't worry,I'm right here and I'm not leaving your side side at all ok?"

"Ok"

We arrive and the driver opens the door for Kylian to get out and he reaches for my hand and steps out the car

As soon as we step out we're met with flashing lights and cameras

We make our way to the red carpet where we get interviewed by a blonde lady who looks very gorgeous

"Monsieur Kylian, ça va?"

"Merci et toi"

"Bien, I see you have brought a plus one today, who is this stunning lady?" She asks referring to me

"She's a very close friend of mine and I decided to bring her along today, cause I thought why not"

I look at Kylian in almost disbelief, but quickly cover up the face and put a smile on

"Yeah Kylian and I have known eachother for a long time now"

"Oh ok that's very nice and so sweet, so Kylian how are you feeling about tonight?" The interviewer asks putting her had on Kylian's Bicep

He pulls away and answers "really nervous but all I hope for is a smooth evening as well as a relaxed one"

"Well you heard it here folks Kylian is hoping for a smooth and relaxed night"

We walk away from the interviewer and make our way to our seats

I let go of him and he turns to me and asks "are you ok?"

"I don't wanna talk to you"

"Babe, I'm sorry"

"For what? Not claiming me in front of that interviewer or for letting her touch you like that"

"You look so hot when you're Jealous you know that"

"stop, this is very serious Kylian let go of me" I let go of his arm and the award ceremony starts

After a few awards are handed out the category Kylian is nominated for comes up

"Now for the youngest football player award"

The nominees are called out and Kylian grabs my hand

Just because I'm upset with him doesn't mean I don't care

"And the winner is ... Kylian Mbappe"

My heart drops with excitement, and he turns to me and hugs me and walks to the stage to collect his award

"Wow, thank you very much for the award it really means a lot to me, firstly I would like to thank my family for all the support they have given me through out my life, then l'd like to thank my fans all over the world, and thank you for being my support , and lastly, My Wife Y/n, thank you for always being my emotional and physical support, no matter how many times I wanted to give up, you were always pushing me and encouraging me to continue on this path even though it got tough, it was better because you were by my side cheering me on, thank you and I love you je t'aime mon amour"

He walks of the stage and comes back to his seat, he sits next to me again and I kiss him not caring we're in public, I've been wanting to do this ever since we started dating

"I love you too"

After the ceremony, I go online and see people freaking out about the news about Kylian and I's Marriage

When we got home Kylian couldn't stop smiling at me and neither could I

"Thank you for that" I said

"Don't thank me it was something I should have done a long time ago, and I'm sorry for making you feel like I was ashamed of you, if anything I'm actually very proud to call you my wife and I want the whole world to know that" he says

I smile at him and start kissing him very passionately

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bohemian-nights · 9 months

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When either team black and team Green stans talk about Nettles, no matter the sides they always ALWAYS dim down her character to the relationship she has with Daemon and Rhaenyra especially Daemon and it's just pathetic on both sides. Green stans see her character as a child that has been groomed and use it as a "Ah ha!" Moment against Daemon's character, Team black stans see her as the reason why their stupid ship falls apart and both sides are just completely blind to her character. She's so much more than that, this girl who grew up ALONE on the streets and KEPT HERSELF ALIVE for 17 years was OUTSMARTED a bunch of highly trained and skilled soilders and was able to claim a wild dragon, Sheepstealer is the ONLY wild dragon that someone was able to claim and Nettles, someone who wouldn't know anything about dragons, didn't grow up around the culture of dragons etc was able to do that SHE DID THE IMPOSSIBLE. And yet, they want to use her character for their petty arguments when she is so much more than that. Also, I find it hilarious when people think of her character as some naive little girl who gets easily manipulated. You know who was a naive little girl that got easily manipulated? Rhaenyra! Do you know what makes Rhaenyra and Nettles different? Rhaenyra is a sheltered, spoiled princess who grew up in the comfort of castle walls, whereas Nettles has seen the real world. She's apart. If it is, she's not living some sheltered life she's seen and been through a lot in her youth. I'm sorry for the rant, but I'm just tired of seeing her character get dumbed down and used by both sides. Nettles is smart and cunning BEFORE the dance and AFTER the dance. When she gets sent away and ends up on her own again (with the addition of Sheepstealer), she kept herself and her dragon alive and became an actual deity among men, she was smart enough to do that. She's a fighter, she's a survivor, she's brave, she's compassionate, she's smart, she's cunning, she's caring, she's so much more than just some groomed child/mistress.

Pretty much. Which is why I’m just #team Nettles over here. It’s very clear that the vast majority of both teams don’t view her as an actual character in her own right and instead view her either as a nuisance(cue she’s only Daemon’s daughter and if you say otherwise, especially if you say Daemon loved her in a romantic capacity, I’ll say your a total liar and bury my head in the sand when you bring in facts) or a tool(cue poor Rhaenyra and Nettles, it’s so sad how Daemon groomed them both😔 Protect Nettles and the racist white woman who tried to kill her while she was possibly pregnant✊).

They do always try to dim her light and make her seem unimportant. Yeah, she’s a secondary character, but that’s never stopped the praise before. There are plenty of secondary players who have people who they actually care about and make up a ton of crap for.

However, with Nettles, even her accomplishments are picked over, stolen, and put on other characters with little backlash.

Like the anti-Blackness is permeating throughout their posts on her. Because if you want Nettles to be a Magical Negro to Rhaenyra’s overprivileged dumba** behind, her Mammy, view her as a little girl when she’s a grown woman, or else you’ll call her a Jezebel, let’s make no mistake, it’s misogynoir:

The reason why I bring up her relationship with Daemon so much is because her romance with him is a part of her story. Taking that away(and trying to pawn her off to second-tier boys) only serves to limit her characterization and reinforce stereotypes. They don't think she's desirable. We don’t need more she’s a strong independent Black woman who doesn't need a man stories. Especially not ones where she’s dedicating her life to a psychotic white woman. That’s regressive asf.

Nettles’ character is worth way better analysis and actual praise than what she’s being given. While she may be a secondary character she’s actually important to the narrative.

She grew up a homeless orphan(which is why it’s so insulting when people try to act like she’s a freaking idiot who doesn’t know how to bathe herself yet she can tame a dragon🤦🏽‍♀️ Put most of the highborn women in her position and they wouldn’t survive a day in her shoes).

She’s the only known non-Valyrian dragonrider who claims a wild dragon. A prince who believes in Valyrian supremacy falls in love with her to the point where he’s willing to sacrifice his life for her.

Nettles is self-made. She’s self-taught. She’s loved for herself. She survives a freaking war and becomes a fire goddess/witch. Who wouldn’t want her? Who wouldn't want to be her? She’s the sh*t 😎

At this point, I’m over it. I’m waiting for her to get more than a handful of fans and to see her get a somewhat happy ending (unless the show wants to face major backlash by killing her off when she survives in the books, she’ll get her happy ending). The Dumbnyra and Fettles stans can go cry and voice their concerns about that🤷🏽‍♀️

#nettles #netty #nettles f&b #nettles asoiaf #nettles ask #tired of the takes #it’s exhausting #fandom misogynoir #bncommentary #kinda relates but look up what yoyo’s character was told in theyclonedtyrone #she’s told she wasn’t special but she actually was 🤷🏽‍♀️#bnask #bnasks #hotdask #its always a great time to rant about the awesomeness of netty 😊#daemon x nettles #nettles x daemon #hotd commentary

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You came up on my recommended feed at the perfect time bc I have Artem brainrot rn AND YOUR ANALYZATION OF ARTEM’S CARDS ARE FANTASTIC! I’m one of the few players that avoids most CN server spoilers, and I’ve been abstaining from pulling most cards so I can pull for 3rd anni(which now I’m kinda questioning if I should LOL), so I missed out on a TON of content for all of the male leads. BUT, from the very few cards I had pulled this past yr, I did notice an odd shift in Artem’s personality. Although, I wasn’t too sure if it was just me being dumb or if it was a real thing that was happening. And after reading some of your posts I kinda want to re-read Artem’s Second Anni Card again bc I was so excited for the artwork from that event, that I didn’t pay much attention to the story LOL However, now that I’ve seen what you’ve said and what many other Artem fans have said, I’m sure my feelings weren’t wrong. And now I’m sad 😢

Artem was my favorite bc his relationship with Rosa felt the healthiest and was built on respecting each other’s boundaries, learning how to set boundaries, and working as a team, while also having a more traditional framework of a male leadership role(which I’m extremely fond of). Artem never restricted Rosa from spreading her wings as his work partner or as his life partner, he simply asked if he could come along beside her where ever she wanted to go. AND LIKE HIS ORIGINAL PERSONAL STORY IS A PERFECT EXAMPLE OF THIS BEHAVIOR! Rosa makes a reckless decision to go get evidence, without Artem, for a the domestic violence case they were working on and almost gets hurt in the process. After that, Artem scolds Rosa for being reckless and for not taking better care of herself. And Rosa doesn’t take it lying down either! They equally argue and get their grievances out in the open, feel bad about later, and apologize. (THE COMMUNICATION IS SO REAL 😩) FURTHERMORE! This incident leads them to learning and understanding how differently they work as lawyers. Artem learns that Rosa is a lot more personal with her clients and handles her cases with an empathetic approach, while he works more pragmatically, so through this case they learn to work to each other’s strengths as partners, covering for what the other person lacks. And the chapters this incident took place in solidified my growing love for Artem bc unlike Luke or Vyn(I’m not sure about Marius bc admittedly I haven’t read his original personal story 😅), Artem doesn’t hinder Rosa by being overprotective like Luke or push her beyond her capacities like Vyn tried to do in his original personal story. Artem allows a natural course of growth to occur in Rosa, while being a hedge of protection for Rosa BUT ONLY when she seems to REALLY need it, and the same can be said for Rosa towards Artem.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, sorry for ranting 😅

WAHHH YOU'RE TOO KIND!! ;_; thank you so much for the sweet words, it really means a lot!!! i'm so so happy you enjoyed my ranting and raving, honestly having a community of super awesome people to talk about this with has been such a comfort and ive made some awesome friends from my time here, even if we don't chat as much anymore!

and omg, do NOT ever feel bad for ranting in my inbox!!!! i've been ranting about tot in the main tag for two years at this point and i will Always be thrilled to read delightfully written meta such as yours!!!!!

i have to say, i entirely agree with all of this. and i mean ALL OF IT. his personal stories 2, 3, and 4 are my absolute favorites of his and gosh that's like. prime artem to me, i think. your ask reminded me of some meta i read such a long while ago about his second personal story (link can be found here, it's SUCH a good read)

i think a huge issue is that artem originally always felt like the antithesis to your typical daddy dom boss character. when you start playing tot, appearances wise, he looks and even comes across as one. but these initial appearances are quickly shattered.

he is absolutely inexperienced with interpersonal relationships. he fumbles the bag CONSTANTLY with rosa. he's terrible at holding conversation, he's constantly apologizing for being boring. he needs his own fucking boss to wingman (haha. wing) for him. he blushes if mc looks at him the wrong way. he's kinda strange. but he's earnest and genuine. he respects rosa's boundaries. he makes mistakes, but learns from them. he gives rosa time to think over her feelings for him so she can still say no to him if she changes her mind.

it's the contrast between this and his initial appearance that makes him interesting. what is extremely bizarre with artem's recent writing is it feels like someone who only read artem's introduction scene got some vague pointers and was like oh. your typical daddy dom boss guy. okay yeah i can write this. and then they did. which . defeats the whole entire point of what made artem compelling in the first place. he was compelling BECAUSE he subverted this trope. by just making him play the trope straight, you remove any and all intrigue from his character.

by not building off of older cards, you abandon all of the plot lines he had set up. they undid any angst in his stories. they dropped his issues with his parents. they downplayed neils impact on his life. he doesn't even grieve for him anymore. he doesnt even think about him most of the time. what happened to entwined fate? praying for neil's safety? what about neil being his father figure? neil potentially betraying the nxx? are we just going to ignore that now so we can watch artem be an insane freak who just apparently woke up with the skills of a sex god, forgot all of the lessons he learned, and doesnt care about consent anymore?

god, now IM ranting.... regardless. youre so right. i hear artem's newest cards are good so im praying those rumors are true : ((

EDIT: SORRY I MEANT TO TALK ABOUT HIS THIRD ANNIVERSARY CARD!!! it's not as bad as his second anniversary card. i know the bar is in hell but it's something. it's pretty contrived in the grand scheme of things (like why are they moving into a house...?) and has some weird moments, but is ultimately not as bad as it could have been in the slightest. i'd say its biggest crime is being boring as sin. holy fuck. i put that shit on 2x speed and i still found myself wanting to fast forward. like nothing happens at all???? it's so bizarre HAHA

#asks #tears of themis #artem wing #fifty shades of artem #sorry i know i sound bitter but i think its just bc i really adored artem so much (and still do LOL) and want better for him #ugh #long post

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stonecoldsilly · 2 years

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episode seven acofaf thoughts:

the object work this episode oh my god????? lou looking through the fey calendar? lou miming a whole animated conversation as a distraction? surena tailoring that whole outfit and sparking up the blowtorch? chefs kisses all round

the cousins getting high as balls and LOOSE with it was incredible they're me we're the same

beginning and ending with ruehob drama yes! yes! yes!

'you know apollo? he been looking at this.' *devilish smile* lou wilson the player ever this episode he came out SWINGING

frog voice binx loml

'but a comma in the life of the archfey'

wuvvy? wrackingspelt? titania? blemish and boil? what is everyone doing and WHAT DID THE TRICKSTER COURT MAKE I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS LEFT UNANSWERED THERE SHOULD BE 18 EPISODES OF THIS (look i know aabria was busy this summer but my god what a show)

apollo and suntar vs chirp and squak, impeccable nasty little bastards at each other

polymorph was the clutch spell this ep outrageous behaviour throwing fish out of windows is fashionable as fuck

andhera swearing loyalty i melted i was a puddle i have a thingggg about fealty that was for me specifically

the NPCs are so so so so so good grabalba and grandfather and suntar and wuvvy and the wave master i would wed any of them at the drop of a hat

oh the fit checks the fit checks the art we are so blessed

you don't know scratch?

tag team trip attack squad failing miserably what a world

chirp slapping rue's ass yeah gworl me too im about it

god they're all so messed up hob has the self esteem of a damp slug and is scared by fireworks (with all that implies), andhera rebels against his loveless upbringing by befriending everyone in a twenty foot radius, rue represents a court that barely speaks to them and stole them as a child, binx's whole society vanished and the cousins are genuinely terrified of their grandfather and the consequences of failure please i want to protect these fictional disasters so much

'oscar you wanna call odds or evens?' listen to me i spent the last twenty minutes of the show wrapped in a blanket with just my eyes peeking out and emitting muffled shrieks at everything 'i have never been happier to roll a nat one'???? the funny dnd show having one of the best romances i've seen this century was absolutely out of pocket but i cannot stop thinking about it i cannot i am a ruehob girlie down to my bones and we. just. keep. WINNING.

#im so tired and so happy #i didn't want to start the episode because then the joy of anticipating it would be over #i am guaranteed happiness until october fifth #aabria you're the most dm ever im withering im perishing im a charred husk of my former self #the cast are all winning but not as much as the audience #a court of fey and flowers #acofaf #dimension20 #dimension 20 spoilers #captain k.p. hob #delloso de la rue #battlemaster of ceremonies #lord squak airavis #lady chirp featherfowl #prince andhera #binx choppley

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Im so glad I'm not the only one obsessed with the self aware reader and submas story! If you dont mind, please continue the story! Its the one thing that helps me stay sane these days 🥲

Submas x Self Aware Reader! part 6

You're lost in thought, hands protectively holding onto your backpack which contains the royal honey you needed for your potion. There's a good chance that the potion could have a potential poisonous element in its brewing, so you required the royal honey and spring water from the Forbidden Forest to negate its affects.

Similar to before, the train ride that would ordinarily take hours to reach your destination happens in only a few seconds. The three of you return back to the safe borders of Moondrop, safe and sound. The twins immediately exit the train first, turning their bodies around to face you.

"Thank you," You say politely as you step off your train. "The journey took much longer than anticipated. Why don't you two step inside to rest?"

At first the twins aren't sure what you meant by this but you walk to your train office, which was also your home. This was usually an area not implemented into the game! So the twins are very excited to see what your home is like.

You unlock the door and the player characters fight to pass through first, momentarily blocking each other before they're allowed in. To the twins, they see the train station, a momentary black screen, before they see your wondrous home.

Your home is actually many times bigger on the inside. An elegant home furbished with black plank floors and white walls, decorated everywhere with potted herbs and plants hanging in glass bottles. Your living room was also your kitchen, there was the ordinary wood-fueled stove with a mighty large black cauldron a few paces away. The most modern piece of furniture you have is what resembles a fridge but its appearance suggests it's from three decades ago. There were many bookshelves filled to the brim with ancient texts of the kingdoms that fell out of existence prior to Moondrop. Specks of radiant light shimmered in and out of darkness, much like fireflies.

The two walk around your home, taking in delight of being able to see this. Emmet excitedly points out a certain window, which is where you sold your train tickets. Ingo immediately runs over and tries to sit in your spot, to which Emmet whines about taking his turn. You can't help but to chuckle lightly, it's strange how the twins found you to be so interesting, but you're thankful for it.

"Is my life and home so interesting that you two fight over a chair?" You ask out loud, with a light laugh. You hear Emmet go "Mm-hmm!" in person as he finally gets a turn in your station chair.

"What is this statue?" Ingo asks out loud as he comes across a shrine in your corner.

The statue is a creature with numerous hands, all yielding a different mask. The creature itself is faceless. "This here is a shrine dedicated to appearances. It allows me to change how I look. Though it takes an even greater magic to completely change your body, which is what I've done several decades ago. This statue mostly allows me to change the length and color of my hair." You demonstrate by standing before the statue. You take off your train conductor hat. Your ordinarily short hair suddenly changes into two times its original length." You hear the twins clap and applause, taking in delight over your new appearance. This was technically considered new character art that they've never seen before!

"I normally don't really don't care much for my hair and because I'm always wearing a hat." You stop to pause, about to change your hair back to its original length when you turn to the twins and stare. You glance away for a moment, being embarrassed. "Well. Since you two take so much delight in it, would you two like to help me pick a new haircut?"

A "yes" or "no" box appears for the twins and they immediately click yes! You can't help but to smile and laugh with how eager they are, despite your limitations with them.

You stand back in the center of the sigil on the ground. "Very well. I will continue to change my hair. Simply raise your hand when you think I've found something suitable." For the next several moments, your change your hair into various styles. Women's, men's, androgynous styles all appear for the twins. Sometimes you see one twin excitedly declare a certain look to be good, but it leaves the other twin dissatisfied. Ingo seems to prefer you with a longer length of hair where Emmet likes it cut short. It's impossible for them to decide and you laugh when you hear them bicker in person. But finally, they do manage to find something that works. They fight over the color of your hair as well. Ingo seems to prefer natural tones whereas Emmet wants to see you in every shade of color before deciding.

Long black hair tucked into a bun with your bangs cut short. Your eyes aren't usually seen under the brim of your hat, so the twins both agreed to keep your bangs short so they can see it. Your face is clearly visible and your hair can adjust its length at your free will, tied up or left down.

The twins finish deliberating and conclude with this. "Ah, thank you. This feels refreshing," you say as you pat your bangs. You reach for your hat but realize it wouldn't work with your current hair style. And after all the deciding it took the twins to do to reach this conclusion, you find yourself not wanting to put the hat on. You put it on the counter of your ticket station.

"My head feels oddly light without a hat now," you confess with another laugh. "Perhaps I should look into a new one." The twins get excited over another possibility of being able to customize you again but the option never appears.

You walk away from the statue and sigil and peer into your cauldron. You hum in thought. "I'm feeling rather hungry. If you two don't mind waiting for me to cook something." But both twins immediately stand up again, their character models offering you crops from their latest harvest. This leaves you perplexed. They had their crops with them their whole journey into the Craymore Moutains? Is that...what they were eating to recover their health? Raw vegetables? When did they catch that fish?? Did they consume it whole, scales and bones? You belly laugh again as you accept their crops, taking it into your hands. This world was certainly strange, strange beyond words or belief. No wonder either of the player character looks injured.

"Well, this does look high quality..." you say as you examine the crops. "Would you two like to help me?" The twins immediately get excited, but to them this is just another minigame with a cooking theme.

You decide to make several dishes, while explaining to the twins in real life how to make the recipes. You make roasted sea bass, mashed potatoes, a light tomato pasta, and for dessert, you give both twins the recipe for your strawberry pie. You look at the dinner, it all looks amazing, the smell of the food wafted into your home, lingering in the air...but the twins can't eat this food. Their player characters can't eat this because they hadn't taken any damage yet, they were both healthy. You got carried away with cooking because there was just a profound sense of joy of being with others to cooking and sharing a meal. But you can tell that the twins are proud of themselves for doing a perfect job on the cooking minigame, as the food literally radiates a shining glimmering light.

You're about to eat when you hear it, there was another noise in the distance of the twins' actual home. There's a momentary pause of silence as both twins disappear from their computers. You're not sure what to make of this but the twins exit the game. Their character models leaving in an instant as well.

Since you're limited to this world and aren't really knowledgeable about the technology that binds you to them, you grow worried. You run to your crystal ball and once again pierce through the veil that was blocking you from viewing their world. An extraordinary amount of magic is required to do this but to them, you're using the camera on their laptops.

You see them with food of their own. Oh. They simply disappeared to grab food of their own. But then you see that it's nearly the same ingredients you used to make your dinner from earlier. The only difference being that the fish they were using was red in hue.

The twins disappear through a hallway of their home. Where were they going? Surely there was another way to see where they were going? Maybe the crystal ball can access another point of view? You immediately get up from your seat, knocking over papers and materials from your desk as you go to your potion cabinet. It is no doubt that you had magic, no doubt you were in fact the strongest mage in this world but you were limited to this game specifically. In order to interact into the twins' real world, you needed a boost, akin to a caffeine drink.

You uncork a glass potion and down it, the magical energy of the potion surges through your body and you swallow heavily. It burns as you drink it, bubbling with electricity. With your eyes open and dazzling a certain kind of light, you rush back over to the crystal ball. Energy manifests and swirls around your feet as you pierce the veil again but through another connection!

You were on their smart phone now, looking at them through the camera. The phone was propped up against a bag of flour so the twins can look at it. It looks like they're actually cooking the food they made in the minigame, but in real life. Your heart falters at this, a blooming sense of joy deep in your chest. They were making the food so they could eat with you.

But why? You were simply a character made for their entertainment. But then you take note of the kitchen interior. It's a modern kitchen, unlike yours but you take note of the aprons the twins were wearing. It had your insignia, your mark of The Golden Eye.

But then you see it. A giant yellow spider beast crawling on the ceiling. It approaches Emmet. He does not take note of it! The beast is unlike any monster you've ever seen, why was it in their home?!

"Emmet, EMMET LOOK OUT!" You scream into your crystal ball, before clamping your mouth shut.

#my writing #emmet x reader #ingo x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon x reader #self aware reader

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sunofmoon · 1 year

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Vertiginous

pairing: Neymar Jr. / Lionel Messi

notes: this is a fictional work and has no connection to reality. obviously, i have no intention of offending any of the names mentioned, this is just something that stuck in my mind tonight and i needed to get it out. i accept constructive criticism, but please be kind!

notes²: this text was proofread by this wonderful person @ispeakmorelanguagesthanyou, thank you for putting up with me and helping me with my stories, i adore you <3

It's ridiculous, Leo. It's ridiculous.

Only these words can explain what I feel right now, because it is simply ridiculous and unacceptable how quickly I fell in love with you.

You, Lionel Andrés Messi Cuccittini, have always been my idol. My hero. The guy who was my inspiration to be a better player. And, honestly, I wanted to be like you. But, I swear to you, Leo, I don't know at what point it all turned into this. I mean, when I met you, when we met for the first time and you held out your hand in greeting, I was happy as a small child getting his favorite toy. Not even the fact that Santos lost that day took away the taste of having seen up close what you were capable of doing.

But you know what the fuck the problem is, Leo? It's that I'm emotionally needy. I need touch, I need attention, I need words of comfort, and no matter how much you make me strong, put a smile on my face, play games with everyone around me, I'll always be like a Golden Retriever wagging its tail in search of its owner's affection. And this is my problem, which belongs to me, but when your big brown eyes stared at me, I knew immediately that I was lost. When nothing was falling into place, when my footbal seemed wrong, when I just wanted to run away and never come back, you, Lionel, supported me. You touched me firmly on the shoulder and told me that everything would be okay.

Do you understand, Leo? Do you understand the trouble I'm in?

You are a good person. You are kind. You are humble. You are understanding. You are the best friend a person can have in the world. You are the best son a mother and father could ever want. You transform everything you touch and make all things into something better, into something more beautiful. The sun shines brighter when you smile and the sky becomes clearer and cloudless. Even the stars seem to reflect light on you.

I wish I could protect you from all evil, Leo. I'd like to share the weight you carry on your back. I would love to hear how your day went. I would love to flirt with you and be the person who makes you feel a chill in your stomach. I wish that the reason for your smile was me, Leo.

You have become an addiction that I can't get rid of. I dream at night of you in my huge bed and when the day begins, I look forward to the moment I will see you. Your messages and words are my balm, they bring me an indescribable tranquility and I feel that I could spend hours, maybe even days, talking to you. Being far away, when I would really like to be close, is torture for me.

Could I hold you and never let go?

Could your heart beat faster when your eyes were on me?

Could you think of me the way I think of you?

Could I be the reason for your happiness?

No, you don't have to answer. This answer I know.

After all, your love belongs to her.

She is the one you want to be with.

It is because of her that you unlock your cell phone every few minutes looking for any notification that hints that she has texted you or called you.

She's the voice you want to hear.

She is the one you want to marry and share the rest of your life with.

She is your favorite.

You miss her.

And I am definitely not her.

All right, she beat me to it. It's a war I can't win and frankly, I don't want to. This is not a fair competition with anyone involved. But I would be lying if I didn't say that my heart burns, that my eyes don't fill with tears every time I think about how much I want you. I, who has always been a fan of the motto "let life take me," have caught myself trying to control this whirlwind of feelings, to jump into them until they turn to dust in order to get my peace back. So I do what I do best, I lose myself in other people in a futile attempt to forget you. To get you out of my thoughts.

And I fail.

In a humiliating way, by the way.

So once again I ask you, what do I do? What do I do to get you out of me? To forget you once and for all? So that I can look at you with the eyes of a friend and not a man in love?

I want you, Leo.

I am annoyingly and shamefully in love with you.

And this is truly absurd!

I have never liked someone as quickly as I liked you and although, I don't know you as well as Antonella or Kun, I have become attached to you through soccer. No words are needed between the two of us. Just the good old ball between our feet.

For that I apologize, Leo. I am not good with words, far from it. That's not my business, talking about emotions is complicated and I could only put on this sheet of paper what my chest allowed. There is still much more to be said. So much more to be put out there. I just can't do it right now. So all I can say is that I am sorry for being this selfish guy who is throwing an unexpected passion on your shoulders without your permission. It's not your fault, but it is my.

I think I love you, Leo.

But I don't want you to feel obligated to love me back.

You were not, are not, and never will be mine.

I understand and accept it.

Maybe someday courage will knock on my door and I will find the strength to show you this letter or simply tell you what has been in my chest since the day I met you. I am afraid that my feelings will scare you, that you walk away from me because you believe this is the best option for both of us, but I chose to hide it.

My love will go away at some point, I don't know the right day, time or date to tell you, however, while it doesn't go, I will keep this crazed passion in the shadows and continue to strive to be your good friend.

Because you deserve the best, Leo.

Forever.

Even if it's not me.

#neymessi #neymessi fics #fanfics #sleep deprived author #i never said i was a good writer #based on real feelings #my fics <3 #neymar #leo messi #football

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alissonbear-ker · 5 months

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Virgson ABO Universe Part 3

I'm on a roll! More Virgson headcanons from my ABO universe before I head out of town this weekend. Would love to write it all down as an actual fanfic soon but don't have the time now.

Before Virg can put his big wooing plans into action, disaster strikes. Someone gets into Ali’s stash of heat suppressants and replaces them with placebos during the international games. Ali knows something is up the moment he takes them but forces himself to play the last game against Argentina anyway. There is no way he can get his heavy duty doctor-prescribed heat suppressants until he’s back in Liverpool and although the other Brazilian players know of and are horrified by the situation, there is nothing anyone can do. Ali barely manages to play the full 90 minutes of the Argentina game and take the flight back home.

The combination of jetlag and struggling with the onset of his first natural heat after years of suppressants absolutely wrecks Ali. The club doctors do their best but Ali is still weak, exhausted and disoriented, with a tough fixture at Etihad that he cannot be absent for. In the end, the game is a 1-1 draw and the media and fans alike are brutal in their castigation of Ali for a high-profile distribution error.

Virg is furious and heartbroken and doesn’t know how to make things better. He wishes he had came to term with his feelings earlier. Virg knows he would have been able to protect the omega as his mated alpha and since Ali could be weaned off his pills with an alpha in his life, he wouldn’t have been vulnerable to foul play from crazy rival fans.

Although official club news attributes Ali’s absence for the next few weeks to an injury, the truth is that Ali also desperately needs rest after the trauma of skipping his heat suppressants, going through part of his natural heat unplanned, and suppressing said natural heat with a massive dose of hormone pills. He spends most of his time in bed with the doctors fussing over him.

Jurgen, Mo, Trent and Robbo take turns to visit and attempt to cheer him up. Darwin tries to smuggle in some barbecue for the omega, and is promptly discovered and kicked out by the nurse. Jurgen would have brought Ali some beer, but changes his mind after seeing Darwin getting a loud dressing down from the very tiny, very irate nurse.

The biggest surprise was Virg. Ali and Virg are close, but Ali is still taken aback when the alpha promptly sets up a mattress and blanket beside Ali’s bed the first night Ali was sent to the infirmary, and settles in there as though he has no intention of leaving. Ali tries to tell Virg that it may not be the best idea for an alpha and omega, both unmated, to be seen spending the night together alone. Virg replies that he can marry Ali then. His face is so serious that Ali actually isn’t sure if he is joking.

Their first night together is quite pleasant. Ali has always enjoyed Virg’s scent. Virg’s scent is overpowering even for an alpha, but Ali finds it comforting, although he would never tell Virg that. He wishes he could somehow get Virg to get into bed with him for a cuddle, then he could really bury his nose into the alpha's neck for a good big whiff of that wonderful scent. Ali obviously keeps that thought to himself because he doesn’t want to make things awkward.

Virg keeps stealing looks at Ali when he thinks the omega isn’t looking. Ali’s sudden crisis really put a dampener into his plans to confess his feelings. Virg supposes they could still talk about it now, but Ali is so vulnerable right now. He doesn’t want Ali to agree to a relationship just because he’s feeling sad and lonely.

Against his better judgement, Virg steals a kiss later that night, when he’s sure Ali has fallen asleep. It’s probably not a very gentlemanly thing to do but Ali looks so sweet with his messy hair and that peaceful look on his face. Ali’s lips are a little chapped and his beard is very soft.

Ali is just about to doze off when he feels Virg get up and move towards him. He instinctively freezes when he feels a pair of lips against his. Virg smells even better up close. Ali would have opened his eyes and done something – anything – but he’s so shocked that he gives zero reaction. Before he knows it, the moment is over, and Virg has shuffled back to bed.

Well, Ali is definitely not getting any sleep now.

#alisson becker #virgil van dijk #virgson #virgil van dijk x alisson becker #abo dynamics #football fanfic

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Apparently It was Rulie's birthday a bit ago and I am currently sobbing at his feet, apologizing for not doing anything.

I feel like Player would be the type of person to memorize literally everyone's birthday and plan accordingly so that no one gets left out, even if someone like Hyrule mentions it offhandedly. Even better if that's legitimately the only thing they are able to keep track of. If not, Player still has their phone and a fully functioning calendar.

Hyrule, being the humble person that he is, wouldn't really do much for his birthday. It's kinda hard to have a party or any celebration when you're fighting for your life everyday, even after defeating Ganon. I feel like Player would just enlist Wild to bake a cake (if not try to bake it themselves) while they go off to find Rulie a present (once again, that's if they haven't already have been looking for it in any towns they've been visiting)

Wind and Legend (not willingly, he just wanted to spend time with Hyrule on his birthday) are the designated 'distract Hyrule until everything is done' (good luck, that mf can smell that cake a mile away). Hyrule goes along with it, trying to remain positive and happy, but he gets kinda bummed because he hasn't really seen Player or Wild all morning, and all he really wanted to do was hang out with both of them (he thinks Player forgot about him). Gilda can read her brother like an open book and tries to cheer him up, but there's nothing much she can do without ruining the entire thing, so she flies over to player like 'hurry up he's getting sad', to which player essentially goes 'oh no I've abandoned my boy!'.

It isn't until the end of dinner (Hyrule's favorite, courtesy of le link) when the cake gets brought out where he essentially has the realization of 'oh, this was all for me'. Gilda pokes fun of his blushing face as player sits beside him and hands him their present, the others soon following after with gifts of their own. That night Hyrule goes to sleep next to Player and later in their arms (bc I fucking LOVE the sleephugger! Player hc) with a smile on his face and tender fondness/love in his heart.

Maybe Hryule's present was just quality time with the two. Maybe The morning is spent hanging out with Legend, not really doing much of anything because it's too early, maybe spending some time in the market, maybe sewing up clothes together, just mindless tasks while conversation flows. Maybe Legend even gives up or forges a ring specifically for Hyrule, you can never be too safe after all, especially in Hyrule's, well, Hyrule.

Next, he's whisked away by Gilda over to Player (because I don't think Legend would take too kindly to player stealing Rules away, though I doubt anything would come of it because no one wants to ruin Hyrule's birthday) who's teamed up with Gilda to find a perfect grove full of flowers and moss and life for the two (I think Gilda would hang out with Wild so Hyrule wouldn't be too embarrassed to open up and enjoy himself around player, it's a crush but Hyrule would take that to his grave, denying the whole way down.) to traverse through. They laugh and tell stories and weave flowers for eachother and their friends, they might even be🥺🥺 casually affectionate🥺🥺🥺.

Then, when they are too tired to continue, and their stomachs are empty, they return in time for Lunch where Hyrule is then dragged away by Wild to go on 'a binding adventure where we leave closer as brothers and friends'....they absolutely get lost and have to get brought back by Wolfie, but they absolutely enjoyed themselves! Wild even let Hyrule keep whatever they found.

The only thing in my head is this video and that's so player it's hurts.

I think Player would give Hyrule a friendship bracelet/necklace, even better if Player has a matching one. I would even take it a step further and include Wild and Gilda in it as sorta the 'OG Player protection squad'. Yeah, the others might remember Player in time, but those 3 were the originals and arguably spent the most time bonding with Player as a person rather than discovering the rando you've been chucking around is the legendary guide.

Or or oooorrr. You can make it like those cheesy 90's romance war movies and have Player give Rulie one of those double sided lockets with their picture in it to remember them by. Either it's an actual cut up polaroid of player in it, or Wild and Player went to town and paid an artist to draw them so that both of their pictures can be in it. If not, the other side can be a little not of players handwriting on the other side saying something like 'you are great' 'you matter'. Maybe even take it a step further 'I will always be with you, even though you can't see me' 'you will always be my Rulie~'.

My first boyfriend I ever had was in middle school, and the only reason we even got together was because I had gotten tired of the sheer tension and wanted out regardless of the outcome. Because I was so awful at words (it's the autism), I had sat down in my math class and wrote out an entire page of exactly how I felt, folded it up, shoved it in his hand at the end of the day and said 'do not open this until you get on the bus'.

That is fairytale to me: long term friends who meet once again and are able to forget about the evils of the world to just hang out and be kids again. Being really affectionate in fields, braiding flowers, holding eachother, discovering new things and growing as people together. Wanting so desperately to be together, but being afraid to open up, to take that final, terrifying step to finally connect the two together. Wanting more but also being afraid of losing it all. Knowing in the back of your mind that the time spent together is limited, but ignoring it because no scary thoughts can penetrate the bubble the two of you have created together. No. In that bubble is only joy, only light and freedom. Only two children who braid flower crowns in meadows and explore dungeons and groves for cool gems to present as gifts for the other. Only stars in which the two create stories for while they lie in grass plains. Only warmth. And ultimately, only safety.

📦

(do you think Villain Hyrule (and by extension yan) also have the same birthday as our Rulie? Do you think they celebrate it? Prob not tbh. How would he react to Player giving him a gift? Wtf would the chain do when it's Player's birthday? Do you think they know offhand despite the lack of calenders? Idk I'm just rambling atp)

I feel like I forgot something

This is literally the cutest fucking thing ever I absolutely love this idea, literally punching the air from the sheer cuteness

Okay so that audio is literally one of my favourites, I can seen Player drunk as fuck when they say it and Hyrule just has to deal with the love of his life singing like some banshee into the night air. (This has now encouraged me to write a drunk Player once they hit Gerudo town)

The Villains and Yanderes would definitely have the same birthdays! Oberon would be similar to Hyrule but I feel Conquest wouldn't celebrate as much, but I can see him melting for like a millisecond if Player gives him a gift before hardening again. If Player told the Chain their birthday I feel they would acknowledge it, especially if Player saw it as a special occasion! (Amd honestly, I feel like their calenders are completely different so idk if either of them would even know when it came by JDMNWMZMS

#cloud answers #Anon asks

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