#also have to check what my favourite companion likes as well

[star-writr]

The Music Room

Another 10th Doctor x reader drabble. Requests are appreciated. You can also find this on my Ao3. Reader is gn and plays guitar. Enjoy!!

You had always been the TARDIS's favourite companion. Every-so-often, the spaceship would make a whirring noise in your presence, and if the Doctor was around he would smile and tell you: "she says you're the best person I've ever brought on board". It always made you chuckle and stroke the control panel in an attempt to return the flattery, which made the Time Lord either sarcastically ask if you two wanted to be alone, or look at you quietly with a gleam in his eye before suddenly announcing your next adventure.

As if that wasn't enough to make you see that the TARDIS had a weak spot for you, she would always find ways of comforting you when something was wrong; before you could even sigh with exasperation, you'd be distracted from your troubles by a familiar smell of blackberry pie, or by your favourite song playing faintly on a radio somewhere, or by a book dropping next to you on the cold pavement from god-knows-where.

In a similar occasion, returning in the TARDIS after almost dying as usual, the ship's hallway lighting threw you off a bit. You were just trying to reach your room, only wanting to collapse on the bed, but it was almost as if she didn't want you to, leading you in a different direction. The blinking light bulbs guided you until reaching a door; it looked exactly the same as all the others, so at first you couldn't understand what made it so special that the TARDIS wanted you to find it. As soon as you saw what was inside, however, everything else slipped off your mind.

It was a room full of instruments. There was a huge piano between some marble columns, resting on a glass pedestal; a drum set occupied a nearby corner; and, shifting your vision, you were greeted by the biggest guitar and bass collection you had ever laid eyes on. Every last one of them looked like it had been taken straight out of your dreams and into that room.

Since then, you had found yourself visiting that paradise every time you had the chance. You already knew how to play a guitar, so you usually handled those, shifting between different models. There were brands you had heard of and brands you didn't recognise, and they came in every possible colour imaginable. You were fond of all of them, especially the more extravagant ones with unusual shapes.

The Doctor was aware of how you spent most of your time on the TARDIS, and didn't have anything against it. You wouldn't lock the door or anything, so everytime the Time Lord wanted to check up on you, you'd let him. Sometimes he'd linger in the room, sit down on the floor while you attempted to read a music sheet, or he would suggest you played something so he could sing it. The Doctor wasn't very fond of or very good at singing, but it gave him an excuse to stay with you a little longer, and that was enough for him. On very rare occasions, he would also ask you to tutor him. Of course, he had picked up many guitars in his 900+ years of life, and knew perfectly well how to play, but again, he wanted to spend time with you without admitting it was for no reason other than his fondness of you. Honestly, his hearts melted every time your fingers stroke those strings, making him helplessly realize that he couldn't get away, and that he didn't want to. Therefore, he obliged to his feelings, staying by your side as long as possible. And you were more than okay with it.

With time, your bond grew stronger, making you question your feelings again and again. The music room kept almost all of your attention on each other, so to avoid feeling helpless your ritual started to take place in complete silence. Aside from monosyllabic replies to monosyllabic questions, you and the Doctor didn't talk as much as before, but it went without acknowledging, growing on you both. That habit came to a halt when the TARDIS made the first move instead of either of her passengers, tired of the mutual pining and determined to fill the silence that had grown inside the room. After all, it was a music room. It wasn't meant to be quiet.

She made sure it didn't go silent ever again by doing the only thing she could, which was locking both of you in. As soon as you realized the door wouldn't open, it startled you.

"What if there's something wrong with the TARDIS, Doctor?" you worried, while he tried to get the door open with his sonic.

The alien sighed. "The only thing wrong here is her attitude," he mumbled, "she's doing this deliberately. Let us out!"

You were confused. "How do you know? Why would she do that?"

The Doctor stopped in his tracks, putting one index finger on your lips, shushing you, and the other on his own. The TARDIS was speaking to him. A few expressions made their way onto his face, substituting each other and, once the spaceship's whirrs quieted down, shifting into a frown. The first thing he did was thank the stars that you couldn't understand the TARDIS. The second thing he did was curse everything because you didn't understand the TARDIS and he had to tell you everything himself.

"What happened? What did she say?" you whispered, his finger still on your lips. He removed it quickly and took one good look at your unaware expression.

The Doctor acknowledged the knot in his stomach and looked away, unable to keep eye contact with you. You were gorgeous to him, too gorgeous to ignore. It would've made him stutter, and he hated stuttering.

"There may or may not be something you need to know" he started.

"About what?"

"About..." about how much I want to kiss you, the Doctor thought. "...about me."

You raised an eyebrow. "And what about the TARDIS?"

"She locked us in here because she's giving me no choice but to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"The thing. About me. The thing you don't know."

"Yes, I know that. But what is it, then?"

It was one of the very rare times when the Doctor genuinely did not know what words to use, which was worrying considering how much the Doctor liked words. He got out of life threatening situations with words. He also got into those same life threatening situations with words. He liked words, he really did. He also liked you. Considering he liked both you and words, the realization of not knowing what words to use with you was like a slap on the cheek. Specifically, it was exactly like one of those slaps only mothers gave him. Specifically his companions' mothers. He remembered Martha Jones and her mother. He also remembered Donna, but not her mother, because it was Donna herself who slapped him a couple times. Maybe more that a couple. She would've probably slapped him now. "Tell them, you twat!" she would've shouted. It would have been very effective. It would've certainly got him to say something, anything, even "ouch", which would've been better than standing completely still like he was doing now. A slap, that's what he needed. "I'm a genius", he thought. Then he slapped himself.

"Doctor!" you exclaimed.

"Sorry," he apologized, "I needed that. Sorry."

You took his hands in yours. "Are you alright? Is it something bad? Do you have to tell me something bad?"

"No. Well, it depends."

You kept looking in his eyes, insistent and a bit curious.

The Doctor held his breath. "Look, the thing is I'm usually good with words. What I'm not good at is speeches. I hate speeches. Especially heat-felt speeches. I like listening to speeches, but I don't like when they come from my mouth, because before they get to my mouth they go through my brain, and my brain is too messy to actually figure out a speech without screwing it up and changing the subject too many times. And now I have to give you a speech."

You smiled, a bit amused. "And, in a few words, what is this speech about?"

"Uhm. Well. I can think of a couple things." The Doctor looked away.

"Such as?"

"Such as the fact that I want to kiss you. And go out with you."

You smiled, surprised. "On a date?"

"Yeah, sure. I just need to figure out the speech first."

"The speech to ask me out on a date?"

"Yes. I just need a second."

"Go right ahead. I'll wait."

He smiled. "Thanks."

The Doctor spent more than a second with his thinking face on. Then, he realized what he just said, and looked at you with his eyebrows raised and his lips parting without making a sound. You laughed, hugging him. It didn't take long to hug you back.

"I'll go on a date with you, Doctor" you said, kissing him on the cheek and causing him to blush. "However many dates you want."

"No speech needed?" he asked, smirking.

"No speech needed" you replied.

#doctor who #10th doctor x reader #david tennant #10th doctor #10th doctor imagine #doctor who x reader #x reader #gn reader #drabble

[rustytrident]

mc's ultimate guide to visiting the devildom!!

a comprehensive guide to being an exchange student to the devildom by yours truly, mc.

ch: diavolo, barbatos, lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

cw: none (relationships between the characters are meant to be platonic, though i could make a nsfw version of this)

a/n: this is a long ass post ‼️‼️ i tried to be as objective as possible but idk if any biases came through. i also literally thought of this while i was cleaning my bathroom so the idea may be shitty,,, get it?? cause i was,,, cleaning my bathroom,,,, , , the idea may be shitty,,,,,, ,,,, okay so the punchline is that since i was cle-

lifestyle:

wear gloves. for everything

trust your sense of smell. if something smells too good or too bad, get the fuck away from it

write your name on the hem of your clothes

always check if something can be consumed by humans. trust me, you'd rather go hungry for a little longer than grow a limb from your stomach

don't look people in the eye when walking past them. stare straight ahead, shoulders square

learn who you can lie to and who you can't. trust your gut with that, though most demons have tells you'll need to learn

keep track of your health and request check ups from human doctors

generally, don't be afraid to ask for anything. you deserve nice experiences, as well as, ,,, yknow,,,,, checkups

take pictures of everything

don't touch books unless a trusted demon tells you it's okay

don't lose touch with your culture. implement it everywhere, from your room to your food to your music. teach your housemates all you know about it

remember you are surrounded by demons. don't tease them, don't tempt them (unless you have a pact or a pretty decent relationship with them)

the royal family:

the devildom is currently under monarchy. you will only interact with the prince, diavolo, and his butler, barbatos.

diavolo knows. he always has, he always will. don't lie to him

don't be too friendly with him for the first four months

absolutely be friendly with him after those four initial months

between us, he needs friends. and beings who don't treat him like he's fragile.

he likes games of any kind. use that to your advantage

barbatos seems scary, and he is. but you can trust him

do go over for tea if he invites you. he has an affinity for cooking and baking (mostly baking – teach him any cool recipes you may know!), and likes to serve whatever he makes with a warm cup of tea

do not, under any circumstances, even so much as mention anything about rats to him. for interworld peace

diavolo will always come first for him. don't test or question their bond, our brains are probably incapable of perceiving its magnitude

the king is just. there. but like, not even there. currently asleep

the queen is dead (unfortunately, this phrase is not seen as something positive in the devildom. don't ever say it)

the brothers:

probably the ones you'll be living with. then again, maybe not. part of the student council, and diavolo's closest companions (you'll be seeing a hearing a lot from them).

lucifer is... nice. once you get to know him. give him some time

he's very sad, very overworked. kinda like a wet cat with a family to feed. stroke his ego about twice a week and you'll be good

don't put up with what he says if it makes you uncomfortable, and don't be afraid to speak up. if you need backup, go to satan and/or belphegor

he loves music. if you want to get to know him better, ask him if he would like to talk to you about his favourite songs (they're most likely from cursed records, so listening to them is not an option)

mammon will most likely steal from you. again, put your name on everything, take pictures of everything.

the friendliest of all of them, along with beelzebub, and one of the most loyal ones

loud and a tsundere. don't ask how that works. also, very funny (laugh at his jokes even if you don't like them)

he doesn't know what boundaries are. set yours early and don't follow along with his schemes if you don't like them. he's got puppy eyes, don't fall for them

leviathan is an introvert, and antisocial. don't pressure him to talk to you.

if you're dead set in getting closer to him, do it through asking what game he's playing, or what anime he's watching. his interests are the only way he will open up

he will talk a lot if he likes the subject. he also knows every meme out there, so you can be free to say anything

he's very insecure, and will sometimes guilt trip you without realising. stay firm in your beliefs and be honest with him (do not anger him unless you know how to swim)

satan being the avatar of wrath shouldn't scare you. just don't mention anything good about lucifer during the first few months of you being there, and you'll be good

he likes books, and has learnt to be very open with his affections through them. if he likes you, you will know

again, he likes books. want him to like you? ask for recommendations, plots, ideas, poems. he's got you covered

he also loves cats. like, a lot. so if you're not the biggest reader it's time to be the biggest petter

asmodeus is touchy, but he never crosses any boundaries once they're clear to him. if you don't like physical touch, make it clear to him

the first being you should go to if you want to have any sort of physical relationship with someone there. it could be awkward to just... ask, but he's not held back by any prejudice, and would love to help

pay attention to him when he speaks. he may seem like too much sometimes, but he will be even more if you don't look him in the eye and nod (at least).

tell him he's beautiful, cause he is. and also cause who would call aphrodite themselves ugly like??

beelzebub is chill, for the most part. just don't disrespect his family or eat his food.

he's the number one demon to go to when you're having issues and want to vent it out. doubles as someone you could hug after and get a pat on the head from, but only if he's comfortable.

always have a snack in your pocket for him, you'll never regret it (but don't make it a regular thing)

he will eat anything. that is both a warning and a piece of advice.

belphegor can have a sharp tongue, so if you're sensitive it's better to either be vocal about not liking certain things he says or not be around him all together

very knowledgeable about the human world, probably the most out of all the brothers. go to him if you feel homesick

also a scholar. no he won't do your homework for you. yes he will pass every class even though he's asleep in all of them. just don't pick him as your study buddy.

doesn't hide his feelings well – you can tell what he's thinking about just by looking at him

enjoy your stay, little sheep~

#obey me #obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #obey me leviathan #satan obey me #obey me asmodeus #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #diavolo obey me #obey me barbatos #sing me a song // the song of our glory

[kirain]

Just wondering why you said Gale is insecure instead of arrogant, 'cause imo that's definitely his worst trait? And why do you think Karlach is irresponsible?

If you're talking about my most recent post, I was going to put Gale down as arrogant (even made the gif for it), but upon reflection I realised insecurity is the root cause of his arrogance. That's why you have to convince him he's good enough without ascending. Most of his arrogance is just him hyping himself up because he's insecure about his place in the world. After all, his greatest fear is that his death would benefit Faerûn.

As for Karlach, she says a lot of really irresponsible things throughout the game, especially to Mattis. I understand why, but encouraging him to con people is erroneous. Most people probably didn't see it, but in Act 1 Meli can actually get slapped by Barth for stealing his locket. As we all know, there's worse people than Barth out there, meaning her advice could easily get Mattis killed. Even considering the need to steal for survival, there's a difference between stealing food and slipping away undetected, versus openly conning people face to face. It's dangerous, especially for a child.

You also need to talk her down at several points, sometimes requiring a persuasion check. Like when you meet Gortash up close, for example. Attacking him head on would've caused a lot of problems, including potentially getting Duke Ravengard killed.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love her (she's my second favourite companion), but since she was a teen when she was enslaved and immediately thrust into war, I don't think she ever had a chance to mentally mature or develop a proper sense of responsibility. Everything became about survival. About the here and now. She doesn't plan ahead or consider the consequences, unless someone points them out to her. But it's a very understandable and human flaw. Or ... well, you know what I mean. 😅

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #karlach cliffgate #karlach #meli #barth #mattis

[doodle-pops]

Awkward Formalities

CEO!Maedhros x reader

Request: God morning Mina:) hope you’re doing well! Can I send you a request for a fluffy, family-bonding fic of CEO! Maedhros x reader, where they are invited by Feanor to meet the family after he heard about their… trysts over the phone from your headcanons? Thank you! - anon

A/N: This was more crack and humoured than I intended.

Warnings: humour/crack, CEO! Maedhros, female reader, talks about having children, fluff

Words: 2k

Synopsis: The time has finally come to meet the family…in the most awkward manner.

“Well…congratulations on performing your duties, son. I hope to meet my grandchildren very soon…and your companion.”

If Maedhros possessed the ability to travel through time, he would undoubtedly utilise it to spare both himself and you from the excruciating embarrassment that had unfolded. The prospect of avoiding an uncomfortable situation haunted him, particularly one that involved a lavish dinner table, overloaded with judgmental gazes and sly smirks.

The source of these disapproving looks was an unfortunate mix of his nosy siblings, who had received unwarranted invitations, and his parents, engaged in a constant exchange of glances whenever he extended a courtesy to you. Maedhros found himself torn between wanting to disappear into the comforting embrace of his favourite chair or fleeing for the hills, carrying you over his shoulder like a caveman to escape the awkwardness.

“Is it true that dad overheard you on the call?" snickered Tyelko with nothing but the intent of creating chaos.

Huffing and shooting a stern glare to silence the silver-haired male, Nerdanel apologetically smiled at you for any discomfort her boys were causing. However, Celegorm’s question was the catalyst necessary for the rest to follow.

“Sooo Y/N...” Tyelko smirked as he revamped his antics, leaving no space for his parents to ask the same questions in a boring manner. “I hear that you’re my brother’s accountant?”

Darting anxiously at Mae, you placed your glass down and turned to face the smug-faced brother. With an exhale, you ground your teeth and muttered, “Yeah, I am. Just one of his many accountants.”

The table went silent save for Feanor and Nerdanel’s cutlery knocking against their plates. Most of them knew who you were and your position, having walked in on you and their brother before, furthermore, you were Caranthir’s past employee. It was he who recommended Maedhros to accept you when your background was being checked.

“You’re also his favourite, but how does that work then? Do you visit Mae’s office, or does he visit yours to uh...check the stocks?” he choked out before shooting a wink at his eldest brother who was turning tomato in his seat at all the sexual innuendos. His younger brothers erupted into laughter, small snickers here and there, even Maglor couldn’t resist laughing.

Maedhros’s focus was averted to now glaring at Celegorm who appeared nonchalant to the burning glares he was receiving. He was too busy bumping elbows with Curufin and sharing a joke in hush-hush tones, eliciting snickers.

“Tyelko,” warned Nerdanel who was desperately shooting blank stares at her husband at the opposite end of the table to dissolve the mess. Unfortunately, Feanor was clueless to the weight of the mockery at the table, finding no harm in the conversation.

With his palms raised to mimic surrendering, Celegorm cried out with a wicked grin gracing his features. “What did say, mom?! All I stated what I hope my brother and Y/N was bringing in enough stocks in the family. Dad always tells us that we should start bringing in lots of stocks into the family so long as we’re…um, getting assistance. Isn’t that right dad?”

“Indeed I do, it’s about time,” Feanor muttered, and before he could continue, his wife furrowed her brows at him in dissatisfaction prompting him to end his say.

Growing more confused by the family’s lingo, you turned to Maglor, who sat to your right and questioned. “Stocks?”

“Children.” His response elicited a silent awestruck expression from you. “He’s behind all of us to start giving him grandkids, and it seems that you and Mae are the new targets. Last time it was Moryo.”

As the dinner progressed, the scrutiny intensified. His younger brothers, with their merciless mockery of his painful stiff–man appearance and one–worded answers, became an added torment. Maedhros teetered on the brink of launching his favourite chair at them, but the crisis was averted, largely thanks to the reassuring squeeze of your hand on his thigh. That concrete anchor prevented him from transforming his preferred seating into a weapon.

Now, with you positioned beside him but noticeably closer to his father, a new wave of discomfort washed over him. Cold sweat broke out, and an unsettling sensation crept beneath his clothes, as he contemplated the impending private confrontation with his father in the luxurious confines of his office. In that moment, a part of him yearned for the simpler chaos of a childish brawl with his siblings, a distraction from the weighty scrutiny and unspoken expectations awaiting him in his father’s domain.

“You were quite vocal, I must say—”

“Father!” scolded Maedhros, cutting Feanor off and making the older man frown as though he had said something offensive. “You can’t say things like that!”

Feanor shook his head in bewilderment, his palms upturned, and a pout forming on his lips. His gaze darted towards you, only to find you stifling laughter and concealing your face with a cascade of hair. “What did I say? I merely commented on your vocal nature, expressing a wish for such boldness during seminars and board meetings in the past. Is that an inappropriate thing to say?”

“Yes it most certainly is!” Maedhros awkwardly reacted with an annoyed expression due to you finding humour amidst the interaction. “You…you cannot make such mindless remarks about intimate acts.”

With a sly, tongue-in-cheek expression, Feanor pursed his lips and cast a sideways glance at you, clearly struggling to regain composure while shooting pointed eyes at his son and engaging in a silent but animated argument. In all honesty, there was nothing to be embarrassed about; rather, it was a moment worthy of celebration. After all, his son had acquired a girlfriend, or perhaps a future wife, and with that, the promise of grandchildren loomed on the horizon. What, then, was disconcerting about extending congratulations on this matter?  

“Well then, shall I congratulate you both on a job well done? Grandchildren in the future…” he beamed, swiftly sitting upright in his cushioned chair to meet your figure and focus the conversation between you both since his son’s desire was to interrupt every attempt at his joy. “Daughter?”

As the words escaped his lips, your eyebrows shot up to your hairline, caught in a moment of confusion. It wasn’t clear what puzzled you more—the unexpected question or the unfamiliar name directed at you. Perplexed, you found yourself sinking into the rich memory foam sofa in the residence of your boss’s father.

His intent gaze bore into your features, anticipating a response devoid of his son’s influence. In return, you mustered a blank expression, as if your mind was a sleek surface on which all potential answers slid off effortlessly.

Engaging in a futile attempt to distract yourself, you performed subtle circus tricks with your eyes, exploring the room for anything that might aid your scrambled thoughts. However, a suitable response proved elusive, and you stewed in the silence for what felt like an eternity. In the absence of a miraculous answer bubbling up to the surface, the only option left was to shoot yourself in your foot for the nonsensical words that spilled out in an attempt to satisfy his expectations.

“…Yes, Sir.”

“Father, my dear. Call me father—after all, you and my son will be having children soon, so that would make you his wife and you, my daughter.” He was beaming too much in his seat and radiating enough light to outshine the chandelier. It was enough to blind Maedhros from witnessing the horror occurring before his eyes. All he wished was to be deafened.

“Uh…yes, father.” You awkwardly chuckled and forced a grin while darting your eyes between him and Maedhros who was hanging his head in regret. “But I don’t think I’m well-suited to be your son’s wife. I’m only his accountant.”

Forcing a round of laughter and smiling as honestly as possible, you attempted to keep the atmosphere as awkward as possible with your responses eliciting more cumbersome replies.

“What’s that supposed to mean, my child? My son has been seeing you nonetheless, and behind my back,” he paused to throw a disappointing look at his son, “thank Eru for his slip up, I heard and learned everything necessary. He chose you—since he never selects anyone or tells me anything—regardless of your position. Did he ever tell you about how his mother and I met? She was, well still is, a craftswoman who worked with her father in a small stall between a botanist and café. One day I saw her, messy hair and clay on her face, and knew I had to be with her. I didn’t care about what or who she was, I just knew she was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, but she was also…frivolous. That’s how Nelyo entered our lives. The same way you two were constantly…”

His words hung in the air with an unspoken humour in his tone followed by the arching of his left brow with a playful, yet memorable smile on his lips.

“Ah…” Awkward. That was the particular word circling both yours and Maedhros’s minds at the moment.

Tranquillity settled over the room oddly as Feanor delved into memories of his youthful years with his wife, leaving you and Maedhros staring at him with bemused expressions tinged with pain. Suddenly, you felt the intensity of Maedhros’s gaze, as if his eyes were burning holes into your skull.

“What the hell was that?” he mouthed, rolling his eyes about the place, displaying a smudge of his attitude.

Shrugging your shoulders in defence, you counteracted. “I’m sorry!”

Sliding across the sofa, as stealthily as he could, to sit closer to you, he grumbled under his breath, “You’re setting me up for trouble. I’m not going to be hearing the end of this anytime soon! Stop encouraging him!”

“So you wanted me to tell him ‘no’ and then receive an earful?! In case you haven’t noticed, your old man is glowing! Do you want to pop his bubble?”

“Yes…no…maybe—just a tiny bit. It’s just…I’m thrilled that he has accepted you, but this is moving all too fast, and you’re siding with him!”

“Well you’re the one who didn’t hit the right button,” you teased and bit into his muscular arm. “So enjoy the moment.”

His mouth swelled up at your comment and his eyes communicated volumes, penetrating yours, unblinking and unmoving. He embodied the over-dramatic persona he vehemently denied, throwing the tantrum of a spoiled child. Expressing his frustration through an audible huff, he dramatically collapsed onto the cloud-like sofa, his lips moving at the speed of light and his cheeks swelling with agitation. It was a side of your boss you had rarely witnessed—a sour-puss emerging when denied his desires.

Locking eyes with yours from under his lashes, he mustered all his authority in that moment, failing, and announced, “I’ll have to fire you for being a distraction.”

“That’s not going to stop you from seeing me,” you mocked.

Fortunately, Maedhros's unspoken plea seemed to have worked, bringing the little family meeting to a swift conclusion. Led out of the office, both you and Maedhros were on your way to reunite with his mother and siblings. His father opted to stay behind, citing the necessity of making preparations for the future—whatever that entailed. Although your lover seemed to grasp the hidden significance, he grumbled discontentedly under his breath as he made his way into the living room, where his mother sat with two of her boys.

Glancing away from Maglor, she beamed at you both. “Ah, I trust that it went well?” There was a teasing tone in her voice which made everyone in the room, minus Maedhros, break into a snort.

“Let’s just say that he’s under false impressions as we speak.”

“Well, that’s between you and your father. Now come join me Y/N, I wish to show you some of Mae’s baby pictures.”

Masterlist

Taglist: @ranhanabi777 @lilmelily @mysticmoomin @rain-on-my-umbrella @asianbutnotjapanese @batsyforyou @sakurayaxd @ladyenchanted @involuntaryspasms @stormchaser819 @aconstructofamind @addaigio @lamemaster @hermaeuswhora

#ceo!maedhros #modern au #maedhros x reader #ceo!maedhros x reader #maedhros imagine #maedhros fluff #maedhros #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion imagine #silmarillion fic #silmarillion scenario #silmarillion fluff #middle earth x reader #middle earth imagine #middle earth fic #middle earth fluff #crack fic #house of feanor #feanorians #sons of feanor #nelyafinwë #maitimo #x reader insert #x reader fluff #ceo!au #silmarillion #doodlepops writings ✨

[theresattrpgforthat]

THEME: Mint's Fave Games (Part 2/2)

This is part 2 to a very difficult ask in which I managed to narrow it down to 12 games that I'm very normal about but still couldn't fit all in one post. 6 games left! I'll put the link for Part 1 here. Let's go!

Exceptionals, by Bramble Wolf Games, aka @sahonithereadwolf. (Purchased, not yet played)

I’m not a big comics fan, but X-Men has always been my favourite form of superhero media, particularly because I love the care and purposefulness of talking about marginalization and bigotry in a nuanced way. The creator of Exceptionals loves that very same thing about X-Men, and asks about what life is like for your average neighbourhood mutant.. This is a game where you can play Genodivergent folks, people who experience a process called Claremont-Simonson Mutation.

The game system uses d10’s - 2d10’s for any given roll, while you can use other d10’s to track the Bonds your characters have with each-other. Characters are made up of 4 “protocols”, lists of words and phrases that describe your mutation as well as your role as a community member. These pieces will not just give you advantages - they’ll give you disadvantages as well, which will affect the outcome of your rolls.

This is not a game about superheroes. This is a game in which superheroes exist, but your group is more likely going to be figuring out how to keep their neighbourhood safe when the police are one of the constant dangers, learning how to care for community members who have unique problems, and making noise when asking nicely for others to respect your rights doesn’t work.

The Wildsea, by Felix Isaacs. (Purchased, not yet played)

I was sold on setting alone for this one. The Wildsea is inspired by works such as Railsea, (a re-telling of Moby Dick), as well as Firefly, Blades in the Dark, and Sunless Sea. You are sailors on a verdant ocean of giant trees, hunting leviathan squirrels and trading with various outports and settlements. Character creation involves three parts: your Bloodline, Origin and Post, combining species, background and job to allow for some highly customizable, evocative characters.

The Wildsea prioritizes narrative play, allowing players to determine how their stats affect their actions, and using an in-game mechanic called Whispers and Charts to help you create locations as you play. Travel is never boring, as everyone has a role to play and the wonders of The Wildsea never cease. The community behind this game is wildly inventive, with oodles of home-brew and character inspiration. You can pick up the free version of the rules here, and check out the Storm and Root Expansion at the Kickstarter link.

HouseHold, by Two Little Mice. (Unpurchased)

Two Little Mice are known for gorgeous games and this is no exception. Household is a game about little people living inside an abandoned house, each room of which is a different nation. Will you dance with a Boggart princess at the ball of the Chandelier? Cross the Long Hallway and survive to tell the tale? Are you a Sluagh with a mouse steed or a Sprite with a beetle companion? Do you wear the finest of bee furs, or is mushroom leather what you prefer to wear?

This game is unique on this list in that I don’t actually plan to run it - I play to play it, with a friend of mine who backed the game on Kickstarter. He’s already got the full version of the book, plus its expansion, and let me tell you, it’s deliciously beautiful. The game uses the same system as Broken Compass: your character choices will give you strengths in certain arenas, and you’ll use pips to give yourself strengths in subsets of skills within each arena. The game uses card symbols to represent Society, Academia, War and Street - these characters won’t just be fighting spiders and bringing down rats, they’ll also try to catch the eye of an aristocrat at a dinner party, or pick-pocket the keys off of a palace guard. Character advancement is chronicled as Memories; your play the game as if your character’s stories have already happened, and are in the process of being written down for posterity.

If you’re interested in this game I’d recommend checking out the linked website above, as the 96-page Quickstart and the character sheet are free to download!

Brinkwood: The Blood of Tyrants, by Far Horizons Co-Op. (Played)

This game has the most hardcore slogan that I’ve ever seen, and it has not failed to get people stoked about it - Drink the Rich. It’s Robin Hood meets Castlevania. A powerful Faerie helps you fight against Vampire Capitalists using magic-infused masks, and a sanctuary hidden inside a wild wood. This is yet another Forged-in-the-Dark game that shows you how to build a rebellion via three different strategies, and has a well-written and well-thought-out Codex that allows you to put the game in different settings, as well as an Almanac (included in the base game) that immerses you in the milieu of Cardenfell.

My favourite aspect of Brinkwood is the communal Mask playbooks. As characters, you’ll have your own personal character sheet, but when you go out on different forays, you’ll have the opportunity to share the Masks that are available to the group. This means that players can choose strategically-optimal playbooks for missions that require more stealth, combat, or social control, and it also means that you’ll never feel nailed into a specific role. I very much want to see more of this kind of setup in games, even if I have to design it myself.

Moth-Light, by Justin Ford. (Purchased, not yet played)

You are humans that have fled to a planet after the fall of your civilization. In this speculative future, your new home must be shared with giant, predator insects called Moths. Your future depends on your ability to develop trust, form pacts, and work together.

This is (you guessed it) another Forged-in-the-Dark game with a really unique implementation of the group playbook. Depending on the Pact you choose, you don’t just determine what kind of story you want to tell, you also determine what action ratings are available to your characters. This makes sense, as a story about different villages banding together to achieve peace will provide different challenges then a story about a series of war-games, in which your characters are desperate to prove their worth. The spectrum of stories available within this game are broad-spanning, and I’m itching to get this game to table sometime before the year is over to see how it plays.

Moth-Light is still in beta, but after your first purchase you’ll receive new updates about the game as they come out! When I bought this game, only the Promise and the Scavengers were available - now the creator has updated the file to include the Slayers and the Jammers! I’ve also created my own Pact for this game, inspired by the Chronicles of Pern. It’s called RIDERS, it’s about people creating sympathetic bonds with the Moths in order to stop an even greater threat, and you can find it here!

Apocalypse Keys, by Rae Nedjadi. (@temporalhiccup ) (Played)

I just finished running this game and I don’t know how to express to you the emotional rollercoaster that it led us on. Rae Nedjadi is a fucking amazing designer and you can tell he intensively play-tested this game because Apocalypse Keys is tight. The mystery setup gives you an idea of how long a single mystery will take, and the generative style of play allows you to not just fill out the world, but also come up with the answer to the mystery as you unlock clues.

The central focus of the game involves Grasping Keys, which is a move that allows your character to find clues that will eventually be connected to core facets of the mystery for a very dramatic roll. Also, unlike a lot of PbtA games, your characters use a token system reminiscent of Belonging Outside Belonging games instead of stats, which you can spend to increase your chances of success - but roll too high and you are too good at what you do, possibly causing collateral damage in the process. If you love Hellboy, if you love monsters, if you’re queer… you really need to check out this game.

Finally....

If you want to see what other games are currently living rent-free in my noggin that I hope to pick up at play someday, you can check out the Games that Intrigue Me folder I've started on Itch. There's currently 148 games in there that I haven't played yet!

#dnd #tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #game recommendations #asks #Mint Plays Games #I really like Forged-in-the-Dark games apparently

[the--highlanders]

I hope you don't mind me asking but what are your favourite Jamie EU stories?

oh my god not at all, I never mind being asked about my favourite little guy <33

I'm gonna break this down by media type, but there's some parts of the eu like comics that I'm not super familiar with, so if anyone wants to add some of those on (or any other eu stories) then go ahead!!

putting this under a cut because it got LONG rip

big finish

the jigsaw war

jamie is trapped inside a puzzle, experiencing events out of order, and has to figure out how to escape. this is THE audio for me in terms of like. recognising that jamie isn't stupid just because he comes from the eighteenth century. he really gets to shine on his own rather than being relegated to 'dumb exposition prompter' (which I feel like some audios can be kinda guilty of.....) also the fact that two and jamie canonically have a strong enough connection to form a psychic link over long distances makes me chew through glass. this audio GETS it in a way some others just don't.

the glorious revolution

two, jamie, and zoe travel back to the time of the glorious revolution, the event that set the jacobite cause in motion, and jamie grapples with not being able to change the past. if you saw that audio snippet going around a couple days ago you'll have an idea of why I'm reccing this one. it has been a while since I've listened to it & I do really want to relisten and check it out for historical accuracy. but regardless it's another one that gives jamie some of the depth he deserves, this time in terms of emotional depth and his feelings about his backstory.

the selachian gambit

two, jamie, ben, and polly get caught in the middle of an alien bank heist. this one is pretty focused on ben, polly, and jamie as a trio - they're largely taking on the action while two keeps the detective work of the plot chugging along. jamie doesn't hugely stand out here in terms of the audio really adding something to his character, but it does show his dynamic with ben and polly pretty well. in particular there's some great scenes with him and ben working together, and I love their friendship a lot so that's always a good time.

honourable mentions: helicon prime (I do feel this one underutilises jamie a bit and undersells him in some weird ways, but if you're looking for two/jamie content you can't get much gayer than this. plus it's the origin of the whole 'jamie and kirsty get married' thing which I hate on principle & am obsessed with in practice), the phantom piper (it's got so much more potential than it gives imo but the tidbits that we get are so good. jamie's relationship with his grandparents.... his best friend taking a bullet for him and dying in his arms...... I just wish I could explain to the author that there's no such thing as a bedroom door in a blackhouse)

novels

the roundheads

two, jamie, ben, and polly travel back to the 1600s, and get largely split up by events unfolding around them. this is a pure historical and it delights in that. if you're after ben and polly content, the roundheads delivers on that too - but it really is some great early twojamie content. (whatever way you choose to read them - it's definitely a shippable book if you're into that). they spend the majority of the book together, both for plot reasons and just hanging out (they go to a frost fair!! two buys jamie treats and then makes himself a flower crown!!) and you get a great sense of jamie figuring two out early into his travels, and how he's far more interested in the doctor as a person than some other companions - he's the only one to show interest in susan when the doctor namedrops her, for instance. this is the best two-era book to me.

the wheel of ice

two, jamie, and zoe visit a space station built a little before zoe's time, and find that not everything is as it seems. again, this is a great one for zoe content as well as anything else, and for some very sweet moments with zoe and two. I don't necessarily feel this one always nails two and jamie's dynamic, but they don't spend a massive amount of time together here, so it's not too jarring. really I'm reccing this because of the scenes where jamie falls in with a bunch of teenagers from the space station, and finds himself kind of responsible for them. it's just nicely done and gives a good sense of jamie as a caretaker character and someone who feels a drive to be responsible for other people.

honourable mention: the episode novelisations (these are a lot of fun, especially if you have particular episodes you enjoy. they often add in extra details, background for side characters, or just little things from the episodes that were cut from the script. I really like them for adding a bit more depth and life to existing stories, and just little things that make you go 'yeah I'll add that to my belief system').

short stories

the time eater/across silent seas

two and jamie give a massive time-eating creature a funeral, and save a space whale from being turned into a weapon. both from the compilation destination prague. literally nobody gets me like the destination prague stories get me I'm not even kidding. these are THE eu two stories to me. both of these are arguably 6b, and they really work in that position - both in showing two and jamie with a very settled, devoted dynamic and in their themes and subject matter. the time eater is a story with no villain, and even the incidental threat of the dying creature causing havoc in time is secondary to the emotional keystone of jamie helping two accept death rather than running away. across silent seas has jamie nearly being aged to death and two absolutely losing it. they're both really about age and death and loss, which hits hard for 6b, with jamie's determination to stay with two forever and two's growing realisation that even if jamie doesn't choose to leave or survives their adventures, his lifespan is still going to be far shorter.

the age of ambition

two, jamie, and victoria land at the house of one of victoria's father's friends, only to find he has been trying to reanimate the dead. from the compilation life sciences. this is really a victoria story, probably the defining victoria story for me. it's got backstory, it's got gothic horror/victorian scientific ambition vibes in a similar way to evil of the daleks, it's got victoria character moments. but it's also a really crucial story for jamie, to me. as a character, I don't think jamie never quite forms into the brawny action man stereotype he was originally drafted as - and that's one of the things I love most about him. again he's too much of a caretaker, he's a piper rather than a soldier. he's rarely truly angry, even when he fights he never seems out to cause much actual harm, and you get the sense his protectiveness over his friends wars with this almost inability to do harm. the age of ambition GETS that and pushes it to the extreme, with jamie being unable to fire a killing shot to save his friends, to the point where victoria has to do it herself. it's such a compelling character moment for both of them and their dynamic.

on a pedestal

two, jamie, and victoria travel back to meet william wallace, who jamie idolises. from the compilation the quality of leadership. this is another one that really gets and hones in on a particular nuance of jamie's character - in this case, the strength and rigidity of his morals and sense of responsibility, and his dislike of people who fall short of that. he's faced with the fact that someone he admires was once careless, lax about taking responsibility for their actions even when other people are at risk, and just a bit childish. it shakes him, and he spends much of the story grappling with that. it's such a good look into the qualities that jamie admires versus the ones that he can't stand. but that's balanced out with some very sweet moments (the whole scene with two, jamie, and william wallace going fishing is very fun and again gives a nice little snapshot of two and jamie having this very settled, secure dynamic). AND jamie gets recognised as a basically supernaturally gifted piper which. love to see jamie actually getting to be a musician, love to see him piping without it being the butt of a 'bagpipes suck and everyone hates them' joke.

honourable mentions: that which went away (this is the 'jamie turns into a bear' story I'm always talking about. I do think it has some major issues in terms of weird primitivism, both in terms of the side characters and how it treats jamie, but also. jamie turns into a bear. and two begging him to come back to him is just *chefs kiss*), undercurrents (two vanishes from the tardis and another man mysteriously appears. jamie believes this newcomer has done something to harm two, and very nearly kills him for it. this is one of the few moments where jamie gets really, properly angry and is willing to actually cause harm and I LOVE to see him pushed past the breaking point of his usual moral code), the slave war (two, jamie, ben, and polly in the roman empire. also really good for ben and polly content, but there's some interesting stuff with jamie grappling with the idea of becoming involved in another rebellion, but ending up getting involved anyway)

#replies #anonymous #the tl;dr of this is that there's a lot out there! #but not all of it uses jamie's character well or understands that he's nuanced and not just stupid/the brawn of the team/etc etc etc #anything that DOES understand he's an interesting character in his own right is probably going to pique my interest #& as you can tell the short stories are my favourite bit of eu media gkjfd. probably because they're so character-focused #and many of them do give jamie the interest and dimension he deserves

[bethanydelleman]

Hello! How are you?

I am reading about political parties during the Regency era and I have a question. Which of Austen's characters do you think are Whigs and which are Tories?

You really going to force me to relearn what Whigs and Tories were? Cruel, cruel nonnie. I'm going to cheat, this is from my favourite thesis on Jane Austen, Above the Vulgar Economy:

As Josephine Ross in Jane Austen: A Companion maintains,

The clear-cut distinctions of modern parliamentary politics had yet to emerge; and while the Whigs in the House of Commons tended to represent the interests of the aristocracy and upper classes, as well as expressing liberal ideals, the Tories – with their broad adherence to the more traditionally middle-class principles of upholding the Crown and keeping disaffection in check – were more identified with the landed gentry, and educated, but modestly situated, families such as the Austens.

At the time, the two party system was still evolving, and there was a great deal of dissention in the ranks. There were reactionaries, reformers and radical members in both parties. There were conservative, moderate and liberal Tories, and the Whig party was factionalized into Portland Whigs, Rockingham Whigs, Benthamites and Foxites to name a few.

Also, I have gotten the impression from reading other novels (eg. Wives & Daughters by Elizabeth Gaskell) from the time that often people knew which party their family voted for, but knew almost nothing else. Something that totally still happens today!

Here is another great passage:

In fact, when Pride & Prejudice was originally written as First Impressions in 1796 and 1797, Austen‟s novel appears to have been taking a stand in favor of two controversial economic proposals being debated in the House of Commons and in the press, a national minimum wage and Poor Law reform, thus Pride & Prejudice was much more than a satire of manners but was also a political critique of Jane Austen's society. Both proposals were championed at the time by Tory Prime Minister William Pitt, the Younger and supported by liberal Tories and moderate Whigs. Both proposals were vehemently opposed by reactionary Tories and radical Whigs. The eligible bachelors in Pride & Prejudice are all associated with the Whig party, as is Lady Catherine de Bourgh, but the characters, like the Whigs in the House of Commons, have very different attitudes towards money and the working class.

Additionally, Austen's contemporaries would have known that Elizabeth Bennet's agricultural county, Hertfordshire, was, at least for the working class, the poorest county in England, just as Fitzwilliam Darcy's Derbyshire, financially stimulated by the Industrial Revolution, was the richest county, and Lady Catherine de Bourgh‟s Kent was a mixed county that varied enormously, from parish to parish, in prevailing wages and in treatment of the poor. The admirable Whig characters, like Fitzwilliam Darcy and Charles Bingley, are kindly and generous, while the radical Whig, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, is selfish and stingy, and George Wickham is simply an opportunist and a scoundrel. By its presentation of the different Whig characters, the text appears to be appealing to Whigs to be generous to the working class and encouraging Tories to look approvingly on those Whigs who are willing to financially support the poor.

Pride and Prejudice also includes a large number of characters who are servants, many identified by name. As most of them have no dialogue and do nothing to forward the plot, their presence in the novel at all may seem curious, but the depiction of the working class in Pride and Prejudice is more subtle to the modern reader than it would have been to Austen‟s original readers. The servants in Pride and Prejudice refute the assumptions of prominent Whig economists and politicians, Edmund Burke, Frederic Eden and Patrick Colquhoun, who depicted the lower class as ignorant, wasteful and immoral. Lady Catherine‟s financial neglect of the poor in Kent conforms to the economists‟ advice based on their assumptions that the working class was already adequately compensated for its labor and that poverty was the result of the irresponsible behavior of the poor. In stark contrast, Fitzwilliam Darcy‟s generosity to the poor in Derbyshire serves as a model response to poverty, and the general prosperity of Darcy‟s home county suggests that the solution to poverty is a combination of higher wages and liberal charity, exactly what the Prime Minister was proposing in 1797.

The general impression that I have gotten is that both Whigs and Tories were relatively ineffective. Anyway, a pretty clear answer for one character:

Pride and Prejudice‟s hero is almost certainly a Whig as well since the choice of the name, Fitzwilliam Darcy, is highly suggestive. Lord Fitzwilliam, later Earl Fitzwilliam, was from the north of England and, as historian William Hague describes him, one of the “Three great Earls of the Whig aristocracy”

Anywho, I'm not going to go through and sort them all since it seems fairly ambiguous who would be affiliated with which party. Also, almost everyone on earth holds some views that are extremely contradictory, so it's impossible to tell.

#question response #whigs vs. tories #someone with a better grasp on politics can answer this if they wish #I encourage everyone to read the extremely long thesis I'm quoting #It's amazing

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Doctor Who, but Chronologically 30

Okay OKAY so we have just watched the Christmas Armistice of 1914, but now we move on to one of my favourite episodes of ALL TIME. In fact, full disclosure, this is one of my favourite TV episodes of anything ever. This is one of my go-to options for comfort TV. If I’m ill and sad and cwtched up on the sofa, this is in the Emergency Elanor First Aid Kit. I love it. I love it so much that I will not be quoting any of it, because if I do, I will be posting the whole script. You cannot imagine the extent to which I had to sit on my hands so I wouldn’t do a full episode review accidentally.

It is 1926, my friends, and this is the Unicorn and the Wasp.

Tennant and Donna are back!!!! DREAM TEAM. We haven’t seen them since they were running around Pompei in episode one, my lord that was a while back now. And Jesus, what a return to quality. The companions have been failing the Sexy Lamp Test for so long. The only break was Martha in the Human Nature two-parter, and that was an emotional wringer. But here!!! Donna!!! You could NEVER replace her with a sexy lamp. She is 1000% the co-protagonist. She and Tennant are best friends and they love each other intensely and platonically and they travel through time and SOLVE CRIME while being, at all moments and seconds of every single scene, two halves of a whole idiot, and it is joyful and wonderful and amazing.

Okay okay so

They land in a country manor in England, a part expertly played by Llansannor Court in Wales if I’m not much mistaken, and the interiors are 1000% Tredegar House because I know my Welsh country manors. The Doctor and Donna get ludicrously excited about going to a garden party in 1926, all giggly. They even go and get dressed up, by which I mean Donna does – she exits the TARDIS and gives a twirl.

“What do you think?” she teases. “Flapper, or slapper?”

“Flapper, definitely,” the Doctor beams. “You look lovely.”

… I am having violent flashbacks to Capaldi calling Clara ugly.

Anyway they meet Agatha Christie in time for an honest-to-god murder mystery. It’s fucking phenomenal. It’s silly and camp and the murderer is a giant wasp, except in true Agatha Christie style, there’s a complicated twist involving a secret pregnancy, an expensive gem, the hot young woman (played by her from Rogue One) actually being an accomplished jewel thief impersonating a socialite, and a prodigal reverend. One of these people is the aforementioned giant wasp, except the joyful sci-fi plot is really running around a playground with a balloon and giggling, so it has been primed to kill people in libraries with lead piping like a Cluedo game.

I literally cannot list every moment I love. It’s just too many. So I shall try to name check some top moments:

“MAIDEN”

“It was a good once”

“I am Inspector Smith from Scotland Yard, and Miss Noble is the plucky young girl who helps me”

“Copyright Donna Noble”

“Major snap out of it. No, right out of it –“

“HOW IS HARVEY WALLBANGER ONE WORD”

The ENITRE reveal scene holy shit

“Ah, let’s see, it’s filed under C” *box contains a Cyberman part, a Carrionite egg, a bust of Caesar, and cables*

Fuck. I just. *clenches fist* I love this episode so damn much

Okay so plot threads. Well! No new info about Donna’s back, unfortunately, so nothing to tick off there. Only, as ever, things to add. There’s a scene where Donna is comforting Agatha (and finding vital clues), and she explains that her last partner ran off with a giant spider. That’s a hell of a thing. Oh, also Donna made her second reference to bees disappearing. But that’s it.

Fuck me but I would burn so much Capaldi for so much more Tennant/Donna.

Anyway the list of plot threads is now going under a read more, Christ on wheels

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (perhaps River returned as Missy. Maybe Me? Maybe Clara???!)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest.)

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up  (unless she’s Missy)

The TARDIS has blown up  (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again)

The universe appears to have ended  (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s a vault in the TARDIS and it contains Missy but we don’t know why (sometimes she knocks for the bants)

What has happened to all these companions and where are the new ones coming from?

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

What’s With The Silence?

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Who is Captain Jack Harkness? (Is he the one who gave the companions a warning about the lone cyberman?)

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window?

What’s with the Doctor’s future involving getting shot by an astronaut?

Is Amy pregnant and why is it inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

Who did the Doctor lose to Cyber Conversion?

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What’s with the Weeping Angel statues, and why can’t you blink at them?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

What happened with Amy’s pregnancy?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Who is the Master?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory?

Is Rory plastic or not?

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras?

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather?

How did Nardole die?

When does Bill get Cyberman-ed and die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name?

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

Who was the Doctor’s wife?

What's happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna's ex and a giant spider?

#doctor whom #and yet we are continuing

[mimigoey]

Self intro -to the mairuma fandom.

First I thought I'd make a comprehensive one but it's the fandom I'm highly active in that needs to know me well. - greetings, mairuma. Hello members old and new.

I'm Mimi. My Pronouns - they/she. My favourite colour is rainbow 🌈

It's nothing else, wanted to clarify what my intentions are, why I'm here and what my purpose is. I make long posts on headcanons or write my mairuma reviews. my subject of utmost admiration in the manga is as you probably know - Gaap/Garp Goemon.

I watched the first season before going into the manga. It was this particular scene that stole my heart. As Jazz puts it, his "pure eyes". From there on I started to hyper-fixate on him.

What I post about him

This is very important. Please read this before following me.

-I post my headcanons about him. I already did a lot and all of them were right. I update everything about him, Starting from the etymology of his name to each and every aspect related to him.

- I love his closest companion Agares Picero too. I post about their bond, how I love it more than any other bond I see in mairuma and so on.

- Fanart about Goemon, Picero

🌟See some of them here in the previous pinned post. Check out my handmade mairuma toys here.

- craft - includes dolls big and small, of Goemon and Picero (in general other characters too) . My main one is as everyone probably knows, this "big giant toy"

Why this big life sized toy?

ID- Gaap Goemon in his first year uniform

The reason why I made him is simple. It Is the greatest tribute that I can give to my favourite character with the type of skills I have-crafting. I love him so much, just as how Opera San is loved, Azz kun is loved etc. When I love something fictional, I create - with the set of skills I have.

Derkila envisioned a demon world that is happy and peaceful and he created it. Likewise I envisioned a life seeing Goemon everyday without looking at my phone. I could see him whenever I'm home and I can talk to him. When I have tough days at school, talking to this silent listener feels so comforting and it's my favourite character too. That makes it much more effective. He is therapy to me. I'm very attached to my toys and this one is the most important to me and I didn't even buy much items for making him other than the fur cloth. All other items were recycled materials from my home itself.

So when I post how much I love Goemon, that's mostly about the Goemon in the manga. But I also feel extremely comforted by the Goemon beside me. I post about that too.

I post stylish photos of him in various outfits. I loved dress up games and now I just do it outside the screen on my selected dolls, I'm into fashion designing and I have made plenty of outfits for my Barbie collection.

I also made the doll because I can't draw always so it's a matter of time management as well. I could dress him up in his canon outfits, he has his sword too. I then take different photos.

I post a lot in Goemon tags, so if that's annoying to anyone, you can block me forever because as long as I'm here it's one of the main things I do. M!ik is the main fandom I'm in and Goemon is my favourite character so naturally I'll do whatever I can to express it.

So this is about me and what I post about Goemon. If you want to see the gist of my headcanons about him please refer this particular post. 🐙 (Search the key word 'prophecies' and scroll down if link doesn't work)

There's a lot more than that but I need time to find all of the posts. When you're scrolling in the tags and you see dolls and craft work. I'm the one 😬

Self reflection - I not only say "I love Goemon" all the time in my posts, I do headcanons, use my intellect to analyse his character, make fanart and other creative stuff. The soul of Goemon is contained in the manga and I made a big plush, experiment fashion on it and take care of it to show my affection and respect towards that soul.

I also learned things from him. Like - it's important to eat vegetables: from harvest festival.

The importance of a communal gathering: harvest festival.

I hated fish but I saw him having fish and I started to eat it too and my mom is thankful to him.

I nicknamed Goemon samurai Degozaru

Others : Irubaby- Iruma, Clara boo, mairuma mommy- Opera san. Shaxy- lied, aniki- Jazz, beautiful sensei - Ipos ichou, millipede sensei - Marbas March

I'm an Asian. I was born in South India. I can speak in three languages, English, my mother tongue and Hindi: the one priyanka chopra speaks. I play three instruments - trumpet, keyboard and flute. I play badminton.

I'm a Desi, where Bollywood is. I draw and dress up Goemon in Indian style too. I'm one of the very few Indian 🇮🇳 blogs that makes posts in the mairuma fandom and I know that most fans are from other countries. My posts reflect my culture, not always but sometimes everyone may not understand and they misjudge me. You can clarify any doubts with me.

That's all. If you have any questions you can ask me. Thank you 😊

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #mairuma #iruma kun #gaap goemon #garp goemon #osamu nishi #wtdsik #self introduction #mairimashita Iruma kun #gaap #Goemon #gaap Goemon plush #plush #plushie #plushcore #toy #handmade plush #Iruma Suzuki #Agares Picero #artists on tumblr

[bladesmitten]

Ok I have a question concerning Wyll’s big choice in his quest and I have to ask you as my favourite Wyll blog (thanks for blessing my dash with the bg3’s best boy). I find it so weird that when he’s presented with the choice to either save himself or his father that the player can’t let Wyll decide (especially when you can let other companions decide when it’s their big moment like shadowheart). I’m so torn but I wanted to know what you thought Wyll himself would decide, because you seem to know him so well.

Thank youu and thanks for spreading the Wyll love!!

HIIIII first of all thank you 🥺 i am just a humble wyll enjoyer!!

i find it weird too that we can't let him decide at such a crucial moment. i always bring up that he can decide what he wants to do at the end of his quest (be the duke or the blade—in which case he decides to be the blade). but i don't find that nearly as compelling compared to what i'd say is the climax of his arc—whether he'd choose to save himself for once or instinctively self-sacrifice to save his father.

if we take wyll's arc at face value up to that point, i'd say he would fall back on his instincts and sacrifice his own soul. but i don't like that, lol.

how i personally justify wyll choosing to save himself is like this:

wyll in that moment is once again trapped in an impossible choice. when he was 17, the decision was relatively easy to make. he was isolated, he had no one to turn to, and there's that sense of urgency as well.

again, he's in that same position, except now, he has companions. friends. he's seen what they've been through and how they chose for themselves (especially with shadowheart and gale in act 2). now this choice is much harder to make for wyll because he can choose himself, but is his soul really worth the life of his father? (with this we can also surmise how little he values his literal soul.)

the player interference is a way to nudge wyll into choosing himself for once, even though the game doesn't really make that obvious. this is me reading between the lines, though i perhaps doubt that larian had that intention, considering how little content wyll has.

i do wish there was a way to have an insight check to read his body language so we can see that he's scared or that he's conflicted or whatever. if not, either have the option to ask him what he wants or communicate via tadpole if he's too frozen to speak.

of course, either option is in character for him. (though i don't think i can ever bring myself to sacrifice his soul 😭)

i strongly suggest to send feedback to larian about this! i've done this before and i probably will send it again, in addition to other things.

<3

#ask #Anonymous #bg3 spoilers #wyll

[amazingmaeve]

Alfie Solomons Fic Recs!

go and give each and everyone of these fics a like and reblog. also don’t forget to check the authors out and follow them since they beautifully written these!

say my fuckin name ➵ @cinebration

its bloody three o’clock in the mornin’ ➵ @fallatyourfeet

challah ➵ @fallatyourfeet

caravaggio ➵ @solomons-finest-rum

summary ➵ The mysterious and elusive Mrs. Solomons finally makes a public appearance. Safe to say, her and Grace Shelby won't be best friends.

adagio ➵ @solomons-finest-rum

summary ➵ Yes, you knew that sometimes the age difference between you was palpable, you weren’t stupid. But you wished your own husband believed you when you said you didn’t mind it.

under my protection ➵ @vintunnavaa

summary ➵ When Alfie’s favourite employee fails to report to work, the gangster decides to the needful to bring her back. 

no matter what ➵ @raincoffeeandfandoms

summary ➵ Those times after Alfie was shot by Tommy, he has withdrawn into himself. Lost in thought, Alfie doesn't even remember that today is his birthday. But there you are for him, no matter what he thinks. Unconditionally.

insufferable man ➵ @solomons-finest-rum

summary ➵ You came to be in Alfie’s employment completely by accident. Never in your wildest dreams did you expect to fall for the man as hard as you had and for him to care about you in equal measure.

while she was sleeping ➵ @tomhardyspinkyfinger

summary ➵ Alfie is livid when his secretary misses an important meeting, but all ends well when he meets her daughter he had no idea existed.

a good man ➵ @mrsalwayswrite

summary ➵ Being Alfie's secretary, you have witnessed many sides to the Jewish gangster, but you know a secret. That underneath all his brutality and cunning, he is a good man….even if he disagrees and tries to prove it. 

third wheel ➵ @raincoffeeandfandoms

summary ➵ When Alfie arrives at home late that night, he sees that you are sleeping in bed with someone who is not him. And of course he's not happy. Traitor. Cheater. And the worst part of it is that you and your companion don't seem the least bit remorseful.

#alfie solomons x female reader #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons fic #alfie solomons fic recommendations #alfie solomons smut #alfie solomons headcanons #alfie solomons one shot #alfie solomons #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinders x fic #peaky blinders fic recommendations #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders preferences

[leotheponderer]

So...I've been tagged by @agirlandherquill who was tagged by @katwritesshit to participate in a tag game from @halfbakedspuds, so here goes!

Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

The Prologue, featuring Kato(Death, Psychopomp, Thanatos), Halcyon(Sleep, Hypnos) and Basile(World, Hades, Persephone) dubbed The Old World Trio because they're the only beings from the Old World who still exist in the New World. The first location I visualised was the Border, which is where souls go before being taken to the Underworld.

The Border.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

[The Main Character by Will Wood] I love this song and it fits Kato's personality very well, especially during the Prologue. I can imagine Kato, Halcyon and Basile singing this together with Kato playing the Piano.

Abstract Kato playing the piano.

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

My favourite has to be Kato, since they're the first character I ever created so I have lots of fond memories of going about developing their character. Halcyon came later as Kato's twin, and I grew to love their dynamic as siblings who then formed a found family with Basile. Halcyon would call Kato out on their bullshit and keep them in check while Basile is the reliable rock of the group.

Abstract Kato on the top and Abstract Halcyon on the bottom.

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

Some Rise of the TMNT fans may notice some similarities between Leo and Donnie's dynamic (the disaster twins) and Kato with Halcyon. I did base some of their personalities on the duo, Kato being Leo and Halcyon being Donnie, so that's not a surprise. There's also a found family dynamic (and FANTASY :D), so I think fans of Avatar: The Last Airbender and Ninjago could like the Prologue too!

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Coming up with names! I really struggled with naming everyone, especially Kato because I wanted the best for them and also because Thanatos and Death in general is hard to work with. I still do not have a name for my story, though I'm working on it. Plot and writing is also hard, so is visualising. (In summary, everything.)

My earliest digital drawing. Abstract Kato increasing their collection.

6. Are there any animals in your story?

Plenty! I have not touched the main world yet, but I do know the New World is teeming with life. The Underworld and the Border on the other hand, have its very own bioluminescent inhabitants like the Glow Fishes, the massive Blue Dragon and the Soul Butterflies. Now that I think about it, the Underworld really resembles the spirit world from Avatar.

Some animal concepts.

7. How do your characters get around?

Probably on foot, though I have though about using their powers, like shadow travel from Nico di Angelo. Some of them have physical wings like Volaria and Felix (bird people), while others like Kato and Halcyon in the Prologue have more spiritual ones. Maybe they have animal companions, summons or just teleport through plantlife (Basile).

Abstract Felix flying in a marathon.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I'm mostly working on the Prologue, with small bits of the First Interlude and the Main Story. I haven't started on the Epilogue yet, only the things I want to see happen like Halcyon and Basile going on a journey together.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Realistically speaking, art tends to get the most attention on Tumblr. In order to do that I'll need to work harder on drawing to show my story through visuals, and not just words. I'll have to doodle my way into people's hearts!

A place in the Old World.

Whew, that was a long one. I don't really know many people who have WIP stories since I'm pretty new to Tumblr, so I hope they don't mind me tagging them: @hansenesque @drawnecromancy @the-arcade-doctor @devgel7889

Anyone who wants to play this game can join in on the fun too!

Note: There are nine questions in total, listed here.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

6. Are there any animals in your story?

7. How do your characters get around?

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

#character design #writeblr #oc #original character #worldbuilding in progress #digital art #original world #tag game #concept art #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #illustration #art #abstract art #original story #art tag #long reads #lore #worldbuilding #writing #first time participating in a tag game! thanks for tagging me because if not i would never know about these things #i really need to come up with a name for this story soon for sorting purposes

[sangoqueenkoko]

YAE MIKO

a kitsunes new kin

Fluff

MAIN MASTERLIST | ELECTRO MASTERLIST

.

Summary: Yae Miko tells the Traveler a story about a child and their fox companion.

Warnings? Spoilers for Yae Miko's story she tells you once at a certain friendship level in the Serenitea teapot, vague mention of injury!

But with my own twist!

Contains mentions of the story characters, and Yae Miko of course!

(Aether/Lumine) had arrived in the Teapot a few days after their last visit, they had some errands to do as well as place down some things they had gathered on their travels. But now, they were taking a very much earned break from everything.

And seeing as they had not long invited Yae Miko to be a resident of the Pot, they decided to check in on her and see how she was doing, at the Ancient Branch Shrine.

"Good afternoon, Miko" Traveler smiled as they walked over to her, "would you like to have a chat with me?"

She turned to you with a smirk and laughed teasingly, "need someone to talk to, hmm? Aw, what's the matter, are you feeling lonely? Well, as luck would have it, I happen to be in a good mood today. How about I tell you a story from long ago, hmm?"

"Um.. I-I'd love to hear it!" The Traveler smiled with a nod.

"Long, Long ago, there was a child who suddenly turned up at the Shrine one day. In her arms she was carrying a little fox on the brink of death..."

The poor little child, (Y/N), was so close to the verge of tears as they knelt before Kitsune Saiguu practically begging her to save her new little friend. While explaining what had happened, the Kitsune had notice how close you had gotten to the little fox.

You had explained that the fox had started to appear frequently in the village that you lived in ever since you had fed it some almond tofu as the small fox had no luck looking for food as others had already taken it.

But it wasn't long before misfortune struck. Now that the fox had let its guard down around you and your surroundings, a vicious dog from the village seized the chance to attack, delivering the near-fatal bite. Heart-broken and riddled with guilt when you found the poor canine, you quickly decided to bring the injured animal to the shrine for help.

Upon arriving at the shrine, you desperately looking around for a shrine maiden until you met Kitsune Saiguu. She granted (Y/N)'s request and had agreed to nurse the little fox back to health. But Kitsune Saiguu was worried that the young child would be lonely without her little fox friend by her side, so she decided to ask another member of her kin to keep the child in company for the next few days.

Yae Miko was the one she asked.

As time went on, you and Miko had gotten on great, whenever you referred to her name, she would sometimes correct you saying "the fabulously beautiful Yae Miko," no matter how many times she said that to you, you did not mind at all, and it wasn't long before you were crazy about her, you followed her everywhere, no matter what she did.

Not only would you buy her all sorts of tasty treats to eat with the only mora you had, you would pamper her all day, day and and day out. You always wanted her by your side, even when you were asleep. Seeing as Miko is a Kitsune, also known as part fox, her presence had filled in the absence of your canine fox friend, but it wasn't the same, but it wasn't bad either.

After two long days, or what felt like eternity to a small child, the little fox had recovered better than expected and Miko accompanied the child back to the shrine. Upon their arrival Kitsune Saiguu asked the girl which fox was her favourite.

The one she had made friends with originally?

Or the new one?

The new one being Miko.

Knowing the hard choice the child had to make, she hesitantly looked back and forth between Miko and her old fox friend. But when the fox trotted over to the child, it whimpered and looked between the three of them.

You finally spoke up after making up your decision, "the fox you gave me is very beautiful, Miss Shrine maiden" you said to Kitsune Saiguu, "but... I still love my old fox friend the most."

The child offered some Fried Tofu to thank Miko for accompanying them, and then as fast as everything had started, the child then left with her little fox friend.

Miko sighed after finishing the story, the memory of the events from the past going through her mind.

"What an amazing story" the Traveler said as they observed Miko's actions as she finished.

"Hmm? Wait a moment, child" she said as she crossed her arms, "you're not planning to just leave it at that, are you?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Come on, I've told you my story - now it's your turn. Shouldn't you offer me something in exchange?"

"How about I go buy you some Fried Tofu?" The Traveler suggested with a smirk, putting their hands on their hips, knowing her answer already.

"Now you're talking" Miko smiled, humming a small chuckle, "alright, I'll wait for you here. Make it quick, though, I can tell you some other stories when you return."

Traveler smiled and nodded before turning to run to the mansion to make some Tofu so that they can hear more stories.

Miko's smile slowly faded as she watched the Traveler run off, she could only think about you. Seeing as she's hundreds of years old, you were just a mere mortal, she never really saw you again after you left the shrine with your fox friend, knowing that you both wouldn't live forever, she thought of what your life would have been like until that time came, where you both went into the afterlife.

She still thinks of you, and always will.

Even for 2 days, you were her little fox.

A Kitsunes new kin.

(my first electro 5 star!)

#gender neutral reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact x you #yae miko #yae miko x reader #yae miko fluff #yae miko x you #yae miko headcanons #genshin impact x reader

[kmenkea]

Bloodlust - Part 7

Summary: While exploring a cave underneath the village, they come across a deadly fight and an interesting purple gem. Mean, careless comments are thrown around by Leeith, who will regret it after conversing with the vampire.

Word count: 4.2k

Read on Ao3

(I'm looking at this sketch after weeks and i want to make so many changes, but I'm not home with my graphic tablet >:( )

The morning after, it was the drow who awoke everyone and rounded them up in front of her. It was better to break the news now: control the narrative, rather than wait for people to ask questions and start forming little answers in their little heads about what might have happened. 

“It is with great displeasure that I must inform you that the wizard, Gale, left us during the night.” Her companions were puzzled, but she continued to speak before they could ask any question. “I’m not sure if he ever spoke to any of you about his condition. Much like our friend Karlach, Gale also had something in his chest. But, unlike you, his heart held something much more potent, that would have levelled an entire city and more if left unchecked. He informed me yesterday that absorbing the Weave from artefacts wasn’t calming down his hunger and was at a loss of what to do. Travelling with us could have put everyone’s life in danger, so he decided to go and take care of the matter. He entrusted us with the question of the tadpoles and will return to us once the Absolute has been dealt with. Questions?" She crossed her arms behind her back, appearing like a general in front of her soldiers. 

"What? I can't believe he just left, why didn't you stop him?" Wyll muscled his way to the front of the group. 

"Because unlike Karlach's, his condition is not controllable in the slightest. Should I have endangered everyone in this camp? The druids and tieflings of the grove? All of Baldur's Gate if he was to last that long before being consumed?" She stopped, looking down and taking with what seemed like deep remorseful breath. "Sometimes, doing what's best means sacrificing oneself. He chose well and I'm sure even alone he will be able to come up with a solution. He was, in his words, a prodigy and Mystra's favourite. He will survive this."

There were a few more questions about him after that, which the drow answered by claiming she was trying to just protect everyone, like a leader should do. She couldn't tell if someone had seen behind the virtuous mask she was wearing, but if they did, they didn't care about informing the others. 

The group of four, Karlach, Astarion Shadowheart and herself, left camp to explore more of the village, with the intention of moving towards the main goblin camp. The only thing left to check out was just the well. The cave they lowered themselves into was full of spider web and it smelled of the underdark. If it wasn't for the foreboding aura of the place, made worse by the tadpole conjuring images of future deaths, the drow would have probably felt at home. 

They arrived in an open room, with large chasms that plunged into almost darkness. There were webs connecting the columns that constituted the upper floor, while below they could see a few egg sacks and blue spiders, not native to the underdark, recognised the drow. What really scared the drow was the large spider matriarch walking over the webs. She also had a blue tint, but darker. First thing first, she had to get rid of the egg sacks, before the little ones could surround them. 

She looked at Astarion and motioned her hand towards the eggs hatching on one of the pillars, past a web bridge. There was a rock he could hide behind while smashing them, but he was going to be the closest to the mother, so he had to be careful. Next she sent Karlach, who had to climb some roots to reach the eggs on the floor below. There were other enemies there, so she had to be quick and careful. The drow, well, she was going to feel bad about smashing spiders that weren't even born yet and pray to her Quarvalsharess for forgiveness. Astarion destroyed the first few eggs and so did the barbarian, stomping on them. Leeith didn't spontaneously combust, so either Lolth wasn't watching, or she didn't care about these spiders. 

The vampire returned safely, cleaning webs from his daggers and ankles. 

“Yuck. Remind me, why do you worship these foul creatures again?” He shook his hand, trying to throw away a piece of sticky web. “I hope this is worth it.” 

“The ones in the underdark are all fuzzy and can give you big hugs. Want to try some time?” Said the drow, earning a face of pure disgust from Astarion. He couldn't respond, before they heard the tiefling scream.

“This shit teleported in front of me!” Followed by the sound of a steel hitting the ground and a fiery roar. The matriarch spider and two smaller ones ran towards Karlach, allerted by all the noise. Astarion was the first to sprint into action, hitting the matriarch with his crossbow. Even if the bolt was sticking out of her carapace, she didn't seem bothered. The vampire cursed and stepped back into the shadow, looking for a weak spot. 

The cleric stood up and rushed into action at the side of Karlach, shield up and ready to defend herself. Leeith didn't jump down to the tiefling, where all the beasts were, but remained at the edge of the pillar; spiders ran down her arm, growing on her palm to be pushed away in a forceful blast. The matriarch looked towards her: its figure vanished from that spot and reappeared a few metres away from the drow, launching an attack with her mandibles. From up close, the beast was more than enormous, casting its shadow over her. She gritted her teeth and stepped backwards as fast as she could, trying to get away from the onslaught; the terrain was so uneven, full of rocks and slippery sand, it was a miracle she didn’t fall over. In retaliation she pointed at the matriarch, who ignited and burnt thanks to her fire spell. The beast screamed in pain and the smaller spiders teleported to her. From the corner of her eyes, she could see another set of eggs breaking open. She was surrounded by them and wondered if it just wasn’t Lolth’s punishment. 

“Karlach, Shadowheart, group up!” She screamed. Another arrow hit the mother, as Astarion came out of the shadows from behind her.

Whilst Shadowheart ran to the vines and began climbing them back up, the barbarian leaped in the air, clearing the massive height with unnatural ease. Her sword was already up over her shoulder and she swung it down on one of the spiders, smashing it. She roared victorious, ready to face the matriarch. 

Now that they were all together, the drow was slightly less worried, but they were still more than outnumbered. They concentrated on the beast, who by far posed the greatest threat, but all of her children were wearing them down, nipping and biting to spill blood. Even Shadowheart couldn’t do much to help, since she had way too many spiders around her to be at people’s side and cure them properly. Astarion was trying to dart in and out of cover, but it was hard to remain unseen with all of these beasts. 

The matriarch too was looking worse for wear, especially after Karlach had chopped off one or two of its legs. Its attacks became more violent and less precise: Leeith didn’t know if spiders could experience fear, but that’s what seemed to be happening. It was Shadowheart who put the mother out of its misery, burning it from the inside with a bolt of radiant light. It was easy to take care of everything else, especially now that their hearts burst with confidence. 

The tiefling dropped face first on the ground, panting like she had run a marathon, huffing up small clouds of dust; she didn’t look that hurt, she was just being dramatic. They all took a few minutes to lick their wounds. The drow especially got some weird looks when she started to suck on her wounds on the arms and ankles, spitting bitter blood on the ground. 

“What?” She asked, her teeth painted in red and a raised eyebrow. 

“Darling… are you playing vampire now? You know I won’t turn you, right?” There was slight disgust in his voice. 

“Thanks to the Weaver for that.” She rolled her eyes at Astarion. “If anything even slightly insect shaped bites you in the underdark, the first thing you do is suck up your blood and spit it out, in case there’s venom.” 

“You could just have an antidote or use a spell. Besides, that's an old myth: you can't suck venom from a wound.” The cleric crossed her arms, already standing up and ready to go. 

“I still don’t want poison in my veins.” The drow put her boots back on, feeling embarrassed. 

“Aw, look Astarion, she’s trying to keep her blood clean for you.” Teased the cleric, earning a chuckle from the vampire. Leeith mumbled in undercommon, mimicking both of them, but kept her head low to hide her face. She knew she was right and besides, they were all surface dwellers, what could they know? 

Once she got up, still grumpy, they went to explore the lower floor of the cavern, finding mostly just skeletons picked clean of meat. The chasm below kept them on the edge, afraid of falling down, especially Karlach, who dared not look down and always walked with her back attached to solid rock. They found an old robe on one of the corpses and, a few steps away from it, a purple gem that glowed lightly. 

“Bet this could fetch some gold.” commented Leeith, showing it off to the group and promptly opening her back pack to stuff it in there, among the mess of scrolls, papers, potions and trinkets. And the Necromancy of Thay. The tome trembled when the gem hit it, reacting to it. 

“Is that the key?” Said Shadowheart, leaning to take a better look at whatever was happening. 

“I would assume. How did it end up here though?” The drow took out the book and gem: the two did seem to fit together. 

“Please, we’re already in the dark spider cave, don’t unlock the creepy book her-” Before the tiefling could finish, Leeith stuffed the mouth of the tome with the purple gem. Its eyes started glowing a bright purple and something called her in, a profane whisper that promised everlasting powers. Her thumb lingered on the edge of the lock, ready to push on it, but she hesitated: she scoured through her mind, trying to remember something, anything about the book. She tried to decipher what those dark voices were saying, anything that could cast away the doubts of these pages being cursed. Nothing came. She turned the book, avoiding its gaze in an effort to flee from that presence. 

The looks on Shadowheart and Karlach were ones of worry. She expected the same when she glanced at the vampire, but he just seemed eager and waiting on something. She handed the tome to him without saying a word: he smiled and raised his eyebrows in approval, mixed with a tad of surprise. It was a calculated risk: if hidden powers truly resided within that book, then she could have used them through Astarion, granting his aid in battle; if only a curse was hiding beneath the pages, then it would have been easier to let him deal with it and, at worse, put him down. It wouldn’t be the first time she turned on a friend, she would be able to cope with losing another. 

“If you get cursed, don’t come crying to me.” Warned Leeith, before letting go. 

“Oh, of course, I’ll be extremely careful with the evil-looking, skin-bound book. Trust me.” He smirked arrogantly. She nodded in approval, dismissing his cockyness. “Shall we return to camp for today? My hair is full of cobwebs and I can't stand it a moment more here.” He didn't wait for an answer before walking past everyone, leading the way forward. 

The camp set up in the village was fairly unusual. No one had set up their tent, preferring to throw their bed rolls inside the less ruined houses. Most chose to be inside the old smith shop, a large well covered area, pretty cosy as long as one minded the large hole in the ground. Shadowheart and Leeith preferred instead to stay in the apothecary, to make use of the ingredients and alchemy sets. Astarion had claimed the bedroom in that same building for himself, content to lay on the giant mattress, even if most of the wall was gone. 

Before bed, they grouped up in front of the fireplace in the smith’s house, sharing a meal of fire roasted meat and red wine. The only one missing was Astarion, who had to go hunt now that the drow wasn't supplying her own blood. She kept glancing outside for signs of his return, but for the whole night, she didn't see anything. There was a slight worry, but he was capable enough to survive on his own. At least she hoped. City dwellers of high social status like the vampire weren't known for their survival skills.

They played a few games of cards, with Lae’zel losing her temper whenever she was confused by the rules, resorting to asking for a duel to set who was victorious. No one really took her on the offer and Wyll decided to stop playing, to guide the gith through the rules. Shadowheart, on the opposite end of the spectrum, kept teasing her about it, so much that the drow had to ask her to stop before the Githyanki would actually attack her. It was harder for Karlach to play, considering whenever she touched the cards, they would get gently singed by her hot fingertips. Scratch was comfortably sitting by Leeith’s side, occasionally placing his head on her lap to ask for pets. 

They retired to their bedrolls fairly late, the drow having to drag a drunk Shadowheart across the street to their refuge. She didn't bother with finding a nightgown and the cleric seemed pretty happy with sleeping in her camp clothes. 

It was still too early to trance for the drow and she wasn't tipsy enough to need to lay down. Everything in the night was quiet and dark, even the moon was covered by thick clouds. She could see yellow and gold shimmers, torchlight and fires from the goblin camp in the distance, but around her it was all a shade of grey and blue. She was resting her elbows on a guardrail, the stairs connecting with the old apothecary's bedroom. She kept hearing murmurs from somewhere behind her, but the doors at her back were swung open and the room was empty and cold. The wall was destroyed, so she could see behind the house, in a small square, and even there was nothing. The forest was near, so it could have been some weird animal or goblins who had strayed too far from the pack - hardly anything to be bothered about. The drow sighed and went to give a better look to the square, but still nothing. Except the murmur, which seemed closer, but coming from the roof. 

“Come on, Come on. What are you hiding?” It seemed to say, between gritted teeth. Was it a thief, maybe looking for easy prey in an abandoned village?

She looked above her, trying to find a way to get up on the roof. In a flash, she remembered the ladder on the wall by the guardrail. She ran there, trying to keep quiet, and began climbing. The ladder was pretty old and creaky, but still got her to the top.

“Can you summon the dead? Bring them back? Can you - Ugh, can you shut up and let me read?” The drow crouched down, recognising the voice of the vampire. What was he doing up here? She kept spying on him, getting closer: a faint purple light came from what he was holding. She recognised it as the necromancy tome they had found. He mumbled to himself, struggling to even turn the pages. His mind was so captured by the book, that he didn’t notice the drow standing right beside him. Did he come all the way up here not to be disturbed?

“No, I won’t kill them. Well, maybe Shadowheart… I can’t. I won’t. Now - stop! Let. Me. Go! Ah… Hello!” He snapped the book close and his face was dark again, illuminated only by the moon. He looked up to Leeith, slightly surprised. 

“Good Book?” She sat down, crossing her legs, a bit weary of whatever was happening. He took a moment to respond, weighing his words.

“A unique read, certainly. A tome of necromancy, guarded by spirits. I almost reached the end before they drove me out. And drove me all but mad.” He clicked his tongue and his voice pitched up in frustration. “Now everytime i open it, the voices surge back into my mind. I can’t reason with them; they exist to protect that book.” He sighed, looking defeated.

“Is there anything we can do? Maybe we’re missing some other piece?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. It’s hard to know what’s lurking in here. Someone went through a lot of trouble to protect this tome. It has to be more than a book of cantrips.” He lifted it up, staring at it, the purple haze reflecting off his hair and skin again. “Still, I doubt this will help us with our parasites. Maybe it’s better to put it away for now.” He placed it down, but he didn’t look fully convinced. It seemed more that he just wanted to hide it away from her. 

“What were you hoping to find in there?” She pressured him.

“It’s a book of necromancy, full of secrets about controlling the dead, returning the dead to life and who knows what else.” He sounded like he was explaining the obvious, but with a smile on his face. “Whatever’s in here, it might give me an edge over my old master Cazador. Or free me from him entirely. Although I can’t make any progress as long as those spirits remember their mission. It seems to be all they know. Still, if nothing else, maybe I can beat Cazador to death with it.” His eyes gleed at the thought. 

“Truly, you’ve discovered how to really use this heavy, heavy knowledge. Attach it to a stick for better reach.” She joked. “But next time don’t do it on a roof in the dead of night, I beg you: I was about to blast you thinking you were a thief.” She held his gaze: his expression was subtle, a little smirk, but his eyebrows were gritted, studying her more than anything. Was he annoyed about the blasting comment? She would have just tried to defend their belongings. It wasn’t her fault if he went around camp like a burglar.

“I’ll keep that in mind, my sweet. I know how much you enjoy talking about blasting people.” His expression returned pompous, masquerading whatever thoughts his mind gears were conjuring. It was fine, he was allowed his little secrets. Furthermore, she was too tired to have a squabble. Better to be friendly for now.

“And blasting them too. It’s so fun!” She smiled innocently, calm like the night. The air itself seemed to relax around them because of her influence. “I should teach you. Mh. Well I don’t know if you can learn how to do it without a pact with another being. And I don’t think I’m quite powerful enough to lend you my power.”

“Ugh, I’m trying to get rid of my master, not switch it for another. Delicious as you are, I don’t think that’s worth giving up what’s left of my soul.” The vampire pointed at his chest, still like water, no heart beating inside nor air flowing through his lungs. 

“My soul is already Lolth’s to take. When I bound myself to my mortal valsharess, I swore only unconditional loyalty and servitude.”

“Being a slave to a drow matriarch is only good in the confines of a bedchamber. Yet that’s hardly what I long for, darling.” The drow raised an eyebrow, suggestively, but decided that conversation path was to be saved for another night. 

“I’m not a slave. I could refuse to do her bidding, I would just lose my powers and never be able to return home again. To me, that's death. I would be cast away like a traitor-” She stopped herself from oversharing, letting out a heavy breath. “All that I mean is that not every pact needs a soul in exchange, silly. I would rather have your trust… and your fealty.”  She added the last part with absolute seriousness, furrowing her brow and hardening her face. He nodded and looked away, thinking.

“Trust and drow are more than an oxymoron. It’s only a matter of time before the matriarch turns on you or you on her, especially if your strength grows. I know who to bet on if that sort of battle might happen - and to be clear, not on you.” He stressed his last words by flicking his index left and right. 

“I would be offended, but you aren’t wrong on me losing. At least you can make a fortune on my skin.” She smirked and leaned just a bit closer to him, looking from under her brow. “Yet you are one to talk of loyalty, blood-sucker. You can’t tell me with a straight face that you aren’t just as prone to backstabbing and deceit as me: I recognise my people.” Her voice was lower, seductive, an intimate secret whispered in the dark, inviting the vampire to her world of shadows and blades hidden in velvet. 

“How could you think such a thing?” He hummed, chuckling. “You said you trusted me when I had your blood the first time; You trusted me yesterday in that pretty clearing. Have you suddenly changed your mind, Leeith? Did what we share not count for anything?” The drow looked for any hidden meaning in his words, but she only found a handsome pale face. 

“Oh, of course I trust you, Astarion. I wouldn’t be up here discussing loyalty otherwise. I trust everyone in fact. We’re social creatures: we wouldn’t be able to build cities and traverse mountains if we didn’t trust one another.” She stopped, distancing herself again. “I just believe one should always be vigilant and prepare for betrayal. If you’re scared of me just taking the necessary precautions, then, maybe… you do have something to hide?”

“Guilty as charged.” He placed a hand on his chest. “It might shock you, but I am a vampire, ha-ha.” Leeith gasped and covered her mouth. If he just wanted to play, fine, she was mostly sure she didn’t have anything to worry about around him.

“Oh dear, how could you hide such a thing from me?” She dried a fake tear. “You know I only sleep with werewolves.” 

“For some reason I’m not entirely surprised you would like to lay with half animals, darling.” He remarked with a foul grimace that looked a bit too genuine. 

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? You know I’m joking, right?” She was puzzled and a bit offended that he could think such a thing of her.

“Oh? Oh dear, terribly sorry. I would reassure you I never doubted that, but it would be a lie, wouldn’t it?” Now, sarcasm was slipping through his lips like an everflowing wine goblet. The drow raised her head snobbishly and got up, dusting off her clothes.

“I think I’m going to go to bed now. Being called an animal fucker was a horrible way to end the day. ‘Night, Darthiir.” With a wave of her hand, she stepped away from the edge. Astarion said his goodbyes swiftly, with no intention of getting down from the roof, maybe in an effort to delve deeper in the hexed pages. Leeith stopped midway between him and her destination, turning around again.

“Give it some time before you try and read that book again: mental fatigue won’t help you fend off whatever those spirits are doing.” Her voice was made sweeter by a slight hint of worry for her friend.

“Yes, yes, I know. If I get cursed I’m on my own and you won’t help me.” He dismissed the drow with a wave of his hand. She stood there for a few moments more: she kind of regretted telling the elf not to cry to her if he got cursed. 

“Well, what I meant is that if you do get cursed, depending how strong it is, I won’t be able to really do much to help. But I can try and help you avoid getting cursed; I have studied magic unlike you, I might be able to give you some… reading tips, let’s say.” He got up as well, elegant like water. 

“A generous offer, darling, but not one I’ll make use of in a long while for now. You can rest easy. Shall we go? This roof is awfully unfit as a seating place.”

#baldurs gate astarion #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate fanfiction #astarion romance #character illustration #baldurs gate fanart #baldur's gate oc #astarion x mc #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion fanart #digital art #character art #sketch

[pancake-breakfast]

[20 Question Fic Writer Game]

Shamelessly stolen after I saw @needle-noggins did this....

How many works do you have on AO3? 39, but that's deceptive because two of them are alternate endings to two others and 31 of them are 100-word drabbles.

What is your AO3 word count? 51,620

What fandoms do you write for? Primarily Attack on Titan (mostly Eruri), but also Jujutsu Kaisen (mostly Satosugu), Given, Sk8 (Matchablossom), the occasional Chainsaw Man (AkiAngel), and a handful of others

What are your top five fics by kudos? What You Want (Eruri), What You Want: Reflection (companion piece to What You Want), Balanced within the Ring (AkiAngel drabble), It Keeps Away the Bad Touch (AkiAngel drabble), No Accounting for Taste (Satosugu drabble)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Sure, as long as I think the comment was made in good faith. I want people to know their comments were seen and appreciated, and sometimes I want to rant a bit about my writing process.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hmm.... Probably A Slip of the Heart (Orufrey), but don't read it unless you're up to Chapter 40 in Tongari Boushi no Atelier/Witch Hat Atelier, as it has some MAJOR spoilers.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This depends a bit on what one feels qualifies as a happy ending. I think I have more funny endings than actual happy ones (and more angst than funny ones). Maybe A Rewarding Meal (Matchablossom) or No Accounting for Taste (Satosugu)?

Do you get hate on fics? Oh, I'm not NEARLY popular enough for that.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have written smut, and I might again in the future, but it's not really my thing. If I'm gonna write it, it's probably gonna be some sort of yaoi hurt/comfort.

Do you write crossovers? Not really, though I do have an idea for a Promare crossover series with... um... everything, really.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Alas, no. Though I might try translating some of my fics on my own for funsies.

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Yes, but nothing that's posted on AO3.

What's your all-time favourite ship? Yeah, there's a reason my longest project is Eruri.

What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will? It's a Satosugu one that's a bunch of unsent emails from Geto to Gojo.

What are your writing strengths? Uhhhh... I feel like this is a question best asked of those who've read my fics.

What are your writing weaknesses? I get very caught up on things being as canon compliant as I can make them. Also, I like starting my sentences with conjunctions.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I mean, why not? But it's a good idea to get someone with fluency in that language to double-check it for you. Buuuuut don't let bad grammar in a foreign language stop you from writing what you want to write. If you're writing it for formal publishing, your agent/editor/publisher will help you clean it up. If you're writing for informal publishing... well, have you seen the spelling/grammar/syntax people use in their native tongues? Seriously, just go for it. Maybe be prepared to take some flack from native speakers, though.

First fandom you wrote for? Ooh, gonna show my age here. Transformers/Beast Wars.

Favourite fic you've ever written? Definitely the What You Want series, but specifically the epilogue, Memories and Promises, which can be read without reading any of the rest of the series.

Tagging @revenantghost, @nepentheisms, @iwritenarrativesandstuff, and anyone else who'd like to steal it from me the way I stole it from someone else.

#i'm usually down for questions about my writings #questionnaire #fanfiction #ao3 #eruri #erwin smith #levi ackerman #attack on titan #satosugu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #akiangel #aki hayakawa #angel devil #chainsaw man #matchablossom #kaoru sakurayashiki #kojiro nanjo #sk8 the infinity #sometimes i write stuff

[daesukiii]

Pairing: San x Reader

Genre: ANGST ANGST ANGST HURT NO COMFORT (magic au but not explored)

WC: 1271

Warnings: !!DEATH!!, dead bodies, injuries, blood

Summary: San would die for you, but somehow you didn’t expect it to actually happen.

This is actually a scrapped idea from a current wip of mine~! some parts of the fic are actually still in the main story 👀 (italicised means a memory)

and thank u to @hwasrie again for helping me with the ending! check out their fic, Thank You!

-

“I’m almost twenty-five now, and I was born in Nahm. I’ve been just travelling to travel, as I never really went far when I was younger. I also really like to sing, since my mom taught me when I was a child. And purple’s my favourite colour.” Your smile widens as your new companion tells you about himself.

“Nahm is so far from where I was born! It’s by the sea, right?” San nods, eyes sparkling at the sight of your excitement. “I’ve never actually been to the sea—it’s the one place I haven’t travelled to yet.”

“Well, then. We’ll just have to stop there sometime for your first time. I’m used to it, but I’m sure you’ll love it. It’s especially pretty during the sunset.” San leans forward with a bright smile on his face. “Let’s count on it. I’ll take you to the sea before we part ways.”

Your eyes are wide and you nod. You’re going to ignore the implication that you’ll inevitably end up going on different journeys. You’re going to focus on the now because these types of moments are what keep you going. “Then I’ll hold you to that.” Before you can say anything else, a yawn rips out of your mouth. “And I think that’s my cue. Have a good night, San.”

“Good night.” San’s eyes don’t leave you, you can feel his stare as you enter your tent and you feel like your face might burn off because of that.

There was something about him that was just so…appealing. The way he paid so much attention to you and his kindness. While it does seem like he doesn't enjoy talking about himself and you're unsure of his motive, he is charming nonetheless.

The loud noises have stopped and you move the branches in front of your eyes to peek into the clearing where your travelling companion of half a year, San had last told you to run and hide. Neither of you had meant to become enemies with a crime lord, but some things cannot be helped which is how you ended up with your magic cut off temporarily and many underlings after both your and San’s necks.

The view is filled with the bodies of the men who had attacked you, but no sight of San. When you strain your ears, you can’t hear anything. Relief hits you, and then panic. Where is San? He told you to hide since you have no skill in physical fighting, and he would fare better without having to protect you. Without thinking, you run into the space and call his name, immediately clapping your hands over your mouth after realising what you’ve done.

A low groan attracts your attention and your head whips around to find San leaning against a tree further away, with blood streaked on the ground near him. “(Y/N),” he breathes out, eyes opening slowly. “Hey.”

“San,” you call desperately, crawling on all fours to the man you call your friend.

“(Y/N), stop,” San breathes out. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head frantically. “No, I can do this. I can heal you.” Your hands move towards his bodied torso but San grabs your wrists, straining to keep your hands at bay.

“It’s too late, (Y/N), it’s okay. Save your energy—more will come.” His breathing grows more laboured.

“San,” a sob breaks out and your hands fall to your lap. “I’m sorry.”

The wounded man smiles gently, his shaking hands cupping your face. “Don’t cry, pretty girl…keep those tears for when I get a proper burial. You’ll give me one, yeah? Right by the sea I grew up near?”

You nod furiously, wiping your tears away. “Of course. I’ll make it so beautiful.” Tears can’t stop their descent down both your faces no matter how much you scrub at your face. “I’ll have it during sunset and everything. Flowers too. Larkspur, right?”

“San, what’s your favourite flower?” You hum, chin resting on your propped-up knee as you watch San braid a flower chain.

“Mmh, that’s easy. Larkspur,” San says without hesitation, without looking up from his handiwork. “They represent youth and love, which is something I will always stand for. What about you?”

Your eyes shift from San to the field spanning as far as the eye can see. “I’ve never really picked one. I find them all equally deserving of love. But if I had to choose, maybe it would be the larkspur as well.”

Your focus is drifting when you feel something land on your head and you look up to see San smiling, dimples on show. “A flower crown for the princess of my heart.” He winks and your face heats up and you turn away to hide the small smile on your face.

“You’re crazy,” you mumble, amused, and San chuckles and takes a seat beside you, leaning his head on yours.

“Crazy for you.”

San nods, wincing at the pain it brings him and you quickly move to steady him. He coughs and blood spills out of his mouth and if you sobbed at the sight, well, that’s between you and him. “I’ll hold you to that,” he says with considerable effort on his part. “It’d be a shame if I had to haunt you, you know.”

“Stop that,” you say through both tears and your shuddering laughs. “Stop making me laugh.”

“Hmm, sorry, this will be the last time anyways.” You sob harder at his words and San frowns. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I protected you, but I still hurt you anyways. I’m sorry. Please, don’t forget me but don’t hold to your grief. I will be happier if you let me go.”

“Run” San hisses at you but you shake your head, eyes wide.

“I can’t leave you!” You whisper back with just as much intensity as there is fear swirling in your lower gut.

“You’re going to have to, (Y/N)! They’ll kill you so easily, so quickly. I have a better chance of holding them off. Go hide. Please.”

The desperation in San’s eyes pauses any other arguments coming from you. With one resigned sigh, you nod. “Okay. But you have to come back to me.”

San nods, his eyes softening and he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug and brushes his lips against the side of your head. “I promise. Now go.”

You nod, quieting your sobs and lean down to press your lips against his forehead. The skin is cool to the touch, and you shudder as you know he will soon be gone. You won’t have anyone to laugh with, to share your food with, and no one to keep you warm during nights when the cold is biting into your bones.

San shushes you with a soft voice. “Thank you for letting me come with you. I do hope you find your treasure. (Y/N), I’m glad I got to meet you.” As his words grow faint, his hands slip from your face and he breathes his last.

One last heart-wrenching sob forces its way out of your chest and you can’t help but send healing magic through his veins, although you know in the back of your mind that he will forever be gone. Flowers bloom all around you but San does not move and you collapse onto his body, feelings your throat might rip itself out from your cries.

The more distraught you are, the harder it hurts knowing that you never told San how much you loved him when he was alive. And now, he’s passed without you ever telling him those three words.

#pirateeznet #kvanity #wkcnet #ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez angst #ateez x reader #ateez san #choi san #san fanfiction #san fanfic #san angst #san x reader