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masterangst · 1 month

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General Headcanons that play a part in Post!game long fic of mine

This could also could just be seen as random headcanons I have of the characters based on my playthrough

For starters, Wyll became a Paladin in my playthrough, and I actually think it fits his character very well. Oath of the Ancients, to be exact.

He's in the Hells with Karlach in the beginning, but he still comes and checks on things above

He has no problem living up to the Ancients tenants, and the powers he gained are quite helpful to him in the Hells.

The reason I chose to do this, is because Wyll embodies what a Paladin does. He strives to inspire others and beat back against despair and to help others. He preaches hope and wishes to inspire it in others. He loves his friends and cares deeply about his father and his city and isn't afraid to voice it/do what it takes to protect them.

Though, he struggles with his belief that because he's still tied to Mizora, that he's unworthy of the position, but believes he can do more good than he could before. Considering it's a very powerful combo.

He's also come to accept being a warlock under Mizora, deciding to see the powers given to him because of it as a gift instead of curse.

He's main focus is helping Karlach at the beginning and may develop into something more 👀

Astarion

Him and my Tav, Axel, have become bounty hunters of sorts. It's a great way for Astarion to find people to kill and drink from. "Nobody actually cares about murder, as long as you murder the right people"

He's grown a lot more comfortable with his body and with sex. He still likes to enchant people with his charm, but now he does it cus its fun sometimes

He forces Axel to sleep in luxury and not in a bedroll every night. Also, it is the one that keeps Axels' appearance in check and repairs both of their clothes if they get damaged.

They created a technique together to take down their enemies. Sometimes treating it like a dance as seeing themselves in battle turns them both on. (I can make another post that goes into their relationship a bit more)

Now that he's not malnourished, his eyes have turned less red and his teeth are now not constantly pointy. In other words he appears more human/elfish to others now. He uses that to his advantage

He also has discovered a few abilities that spawn have that Cazador hid from him. Such as spider climbing, though he struggled with it at first. Only Axel knows of this.

Bg3 has almost it's own rules than just normal DnD. Because of this, and based on what is stated and shown in the palace. There is no evidence that the spawn were bound by their coffin like normal dnd. So in my story, that isn't a thing. And I stick with the notion that Astarion isn't forced to sleep during the day, but must at least trance once a day

He also is not the best as writing letters to everyone, but he's always watching over Axels shoulder and butting in to make corrections or add something

Shadowheart

She has a little cottage where she homes Scratch and the Owlbear.

She's not very good at gardening but she's trying. She's determined to have a small garden by the beginning of spring (story is set in winter)

Also went on a few trips to find her connection with Selune

She struggles with overcoming her trauma with her parents and with Shar and feeling worthy of being a follower of Selune

Mostly been traveling and learning more about her parents for now. Has evaded Shar assassins and has a small map of locations she's knowledgeable about of Shars followers. She intends to use it someday, but not yet.

I imagine she gets lonely and wishes to be with the others again. Though she sleeps with Scratch every night and the Owlbear sleeps on the floor by her bed.

Scratch accompanies her on her travels and makes sure she's eaten and lifts her spirits when she's sad

Her and Axel write to each other all the time and she sees him like an older brother even though hes younger (she's 48, he's 39)

The only other person she's spent time with is Gale. She stayed with him when she went to the temple of Selune in Waterdeep. They also write occasionally.

Gale

Gale is quite content with being a professor. He feels like he doesn't have that dying need to prove himself all the time anymore

Though he still wishes to be recognized by his peers at the academy

Also has tried to rekindle his relationship with Elminster, but hasn't seen him in person yet

He still feels very lonely, however, and frustrated he's having to rebuild his career in a sense. He misses being on adventures and the people he considers his real friends

He keeps in regular contact with Wyll and Axel the most. Gale helps keep Wyll informed of upstairs news and gives him new things to read to keep him company. Also has decided that Wyll must be his invite to the Blackstaff ball.

Wyll forces Gales to practice his dancing and they exchange recipes as well

Gale considers Wyll his best friend, but won't say it aloud or admit to it. It's like a mother who says she doesn't have a favorite child but clearly does.

Wyll also considers him a best friend, but also besides Karlach

Karlach

She didn't want to go back to the Hells. She was terrified and was ready to die, but having someone there helps.

She's tired of constantly fighting, I mean it's fun and all, but it's also tiring

She wants to settle down in Baldur’s Gate and have a place big enough for all her friends to visit her

The reunion party reminded her why she's still fighting. So she can come home and go on adventures again

Her and Axel are the closest. Axel was the first leader Karlach ever fully admired and didn't grow to regret it. She's also the only one who knows things others do not about him, and she takes pride in that.

She loves the color Pink and she can't wait to wear pretty dresses at the Blackstaff Ball no one tell Gale she's coming too

Sneaks away to relieve her sexual tension and lies about it. She lives with the guilt.

Is much like Astarion when it comes to letter writing. She looks over Wylls shoulder and makes comments about what he should write and how dumb the companions are sometimes.

Lae'zel

She won't be in my story very much, because she's off trying to fight/negotiate a war, since Orpheus was sacrificed.

To be frank, Lae'zels arc is my my favorite one. Especially if you choose the route to go against her queen. She's a beautiful character. Anyways.

She's a bit busy with the rebel forces but she holds onto a memento given to her by Axel to remind her that peace sometimes works better than violence.

She misses her friends on the Material plane and fully intends on seeing them in the flesh once her battle is done.

Also checks in a lot with the hatchling Xan

She can't write to her friends, but she knows they are rooting for her

By the end of the game, her and Shadowheart had made up their differences and actually became friends

In terms of everyone together. I like to imagine that a permanent side effect of the worm is that now everyone must rebuild their stats.

I'm sure I have more, so maybe I will make another post. But I was thinking of the things that play into my long fic as well.

#i just love all the characters #also im half asleep so excuse the mess #astarion #Lae'zel #wyll ravengard #bg3 gale #karlach #shadowheart bg3 #bg3 tav #bg3 spoilers #post game #my thoughts #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #Karlach/Wyll #bg3 headcanons #gale of waterdeep #astarion ancunin #shadowheart

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princessleechan · 4 months

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Imagine spending Christmas with the Mall Santa!Chan because everything else went wrong this season and you meet one of his 'elves'.

After meeting the mall Santa, and taking on his suggestion of meeting one of his elves, have been in communication with this elf since. You learned his name is Chan and that he is glad to have someone to celebrate the holidays with. Besides being an elf, he was someone that entered the city, similarly to you, wanting to make something of himself.

The more you talk with him the more you get excited about meeting him for the first time, finding him so funny and enjoyable to talk to. You even find yourself talking into the night with him, learning about some of his dreams, his aspirations, his hopes for the future. And it turns out that he wants to be more than one of Santa‘s elves someday. he wants to be someone contributes something bigger to this world.

You don’t think it’s possible, but you start to fall for the stranger and that allowed a better Christmas than you realize.

When Christmas does come, you anticipate his arrival waiting by the big tree in Center Square. it’s the biggest tree you’ve ever seen with your own naked eyes and you can’t help but light up the colors and pretty ornaments. You’ve worked so hard your life that you never really get the moments like these to appreciate the things around you. The moment gets better when you feel presents beside you, sighing in a sweet melodious voice. “Isn’t it pretty?”

You meet his eyes for the first time, and you realize the lights on the tree did not shine as bright as the light in his eyes. The man adorned in elvish attire beamed back at you with a wide tooth grin, and re-introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Chan. It is wonderful to finally meet you.”

You feel as if your breath has been stolen, and you can’t help but feel like you’re in a Hallmark movie.

The town was decorated with all sorts of holiday affairs, and Chan and you take advantage of every single one. You played the kind of carnival games, tasted popcorn and warm eggnog, and even sat by a chimney fire provided nearby. As it turns out the city loved Christmas as much as you loved celebrating it, And although it wasn’t with family this year, it was with someone that can’t help but put a smile on your face.

When he asked you whether you’re having a good time, you have nothing but good to say. Simply replying with he made the day that would’ve been a disaster all the better with just his presence alone. His smile is radiant, shiny as the biggest star on that tree. “I’m glad Santa made this all happen. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met you.”

“Speaking of Santa, you’re a lot like him,” you comment knowingly, “You even laugh like him.”

“Oh do I? Like that old coot? Ho, Ho, Ho! No way.”

You pretend to be startled, stunned by how identical their laughs are. “Wait a minute! You can’t be…Are you actually…”

He takes off his little elf ears and elfish hat to put on a bright red hat and attach on a very full beard. "Ho, ho, ho, you got me.”

"Did you steal that from work?"

"Maybe."

Laughter seemed endless that day, and you weren’t sure what was in the air, but it wasn’t Mommy you saw kissing Santa Claus that night.

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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 8 months

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SET FIFTEEN - ROUND ONE - MATCH THREE

Excerpt from illustrated edition of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1972 - Errol Le Cain) / "La Mort de Marat (The Death of Marat)" (1793 - Jacques-Louis David)

EXCERPT FROM ILLUSTRATED EDITION OF THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER: This image is representative of all of part 4 of the poem The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, and is a part of a larger illustrated edition. However, I absolutely adore this piece on its own. Yes, it has the elements from the poem, but it adds so much mysticism to that section. I love the colors, the darkness and the blue with the splashes of color, and the albatross standing out, almost separate from the piece, in its blocky triangle with the red blood-like strings moving to the woman. I love how the ring of circles look like the phases of the moon, and gives me a sense of time passing, even with how immediate (i guess?) the albatross and the woman's interaction feels. Also, the ship becomes a ship of the dead, with the rotted sails and the hull of the dead crew. And then back at the center of it all is the Albatross. It also is just very 70s to me, and feels a little nostalgic, like an old fantasy novel cover or something. Its great on its own, and as an illustration of a poem, it picks up on the literal and the metaphors and themes of the epic. It just delights me. I would definitely recommend the poem, its a great epic about a stranded sailor and his doomed ship.

Something I just realized, writing this, is that there is no narrator visible, which I love. The poem is in first person, and I think that translates to this image. Obviously the reader is not the mariner, but there is a closeness that occurs with that tense. Same with this, the viewer is not on the ship, but outside of it, but we are viewing the scene from almost "over" the albatross, making that our focal point, and the albatross is what draws us into the rest of the scene. I love it.

(Sorry for the weird crop, I was trying to even out the curl from the page.)

Also, here are a few stanzas from part IV, (easily placed to be deleteable lol), for fun.

Alone, alone, all, all alone, / Alone on a wide wide sea! / And never a saint took pity on / My soul in agony.

The many men, so beautiful! / And they all dead did lie: / And a thousand thousand slimy things / Lived on; and so did I.

I looked upon the rotting sea, / And drew my eyes away; / I looked upon the rotting deck, / And there the dead men lay. ...

Beyond the shadow of the ship, / I watched the water-snakes: / They moved in tracks of shining white, / And when they reared, the elfish light / Fell off in hoary flakes.

And I blessed them unaware. / The self-same moment I could pray; / And from my neck so free / The Albatross fell off, and sank / Like lead into the sea. (@travelingsmithy)

LA MORT DE MARAT (THE DEATH OF MARAT): The first time I saw it was in a history textbook in junior high and when the teacher wasn't looking I tore the page out and used it as a bookmark in my diary for years. It looks the way pipe organ music feels. I want to fold it up and put it in my chest. (@ambientcrows)

(This is an illustration from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner book by Samuel Taylor Coleridge published in 1972 by The Arcadia Press, London. The illustration was done by Errol Le Cain. Only 100 copies of the book were printed.

"La Mort de Marat (The Death of Marat)" is an oil on canvas painting by Jacques-Louis David. It measures 162 cm × 128 cm (64 in × 50 in) and is held by the Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium. A replica, done by the artist's studio, is also on display at the Louvre.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #cw blood #quite possibly the only set of images that are not cropped whatsoever

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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seasonal courage (m)

Pairing: gn!reader x seungkwan

Genre: fluff, smut, holiday

Word count: 1.2k

tags: office au, coworker!seungkwan, brief smut, tenderness, vanilla

author note: hi, i had a lot going around, but i wanted to come back to hand you guys this. happy holidays everyone.

You were mere pawns in a corporate workplace that only lives to work and only works to survive. He always sat a few feet away and only professionally communicated with you within the workspace, although you internally pleaded that he’d blurred those lines. You’d take lunch breaks together in and out of the office, enjoying each other’s company and you wonder if he or you could ever muster the courage to have a night of dinner instead.

Seungkwan was nice to everyone, as far as you knew, and he talked loads about his private life. He had nothing to hide, always in high spirits without fail. How deep you’ve fallen for that smile and pretty giggles. Although, you were fine admiring him from a distance, the air changes along with the weather. There was that natural high during the holidays' that everyone was taken with. It made people feel happier, more giving, even more courageous to do things you otherwise wouldn’t do.

There was the proof staring at you in the face. Seungkwan stood before you with a present in hand, wrapped perfectly in chrome wrapping paper and topped off with a red silk bow. He stretches out his arms in front of you, gesturing it to be yours.

“Merry early Christmas.”

An elfish grin on his face, rosiness against his cheeks and the tip of his ears, he places the box on the top of your palms and watches you grip its sides in shock.

“Seungkwan,” you smile a little too hard, “You could’ve waited for the Christmas party tonight. That’s when we give our secret Santa gifts.”

He shakes his head, “I’m not your secret Santa.”

“Oh. So you just got me a gift?”

“Mmh-hm.” He hums with a sense of pride but his feet point timidly, clicking them together.

You blink at him, your heart racing ten times more than normal, your teeth digging at the bottom of your lip as you clutched your gift. “That’s really sweet. I didn’t expect this.”

“Well, ‘tis the season, I thought it would be a good excuse to…make myself known.”

You raise a brow, chuckling lightly, before setting the present on a break room table and pulling away the ribbons of the box. You carefully unravel his efforts to its contents, humming to yourself excitedly, to find inside something you mentioned once wanting with your desk neighbor in passing. You blink up in amazement, eyes alternating from his thoughtful gift to him.

“How did you…I’ve been wanting this since I heard about it.”

He shrugs the way he does, grinning from ear to ear, perhaps even redder than before. “I just…thought of you.”

“They’ve sold out of this edition for weeks!” You hold up the collector’s item in its shiny plastic glory as it reflects off the artificial lighting. “How did you even get your hands on this so close to Christmas?”

“It’s actually, um, my copy.”

You carefully drop the album back in the box, “I-I can't accept this, not after learning that.”

He clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth towards you, “You can’t give back a present once it’s open, that’s bad gift etiquette.”

“But Seungkwan—“

“But nothing. Now, I’ll see you later at the party, and,” He swallows, fidgeting with his hands,, “make sure to look more inside the box. There’s something else—okay, bye.”

He leaves like a gust of wind only mere seconds before you could argue. You look back at the platinum edition of the music album that had struggled so long to find to only have been right there in your hands. You feel your heart swell up almost suffocatingly, and you try suppressing your smile. You had heard he listens to the same music you do, one of the many reasons you found yourself liking him, but to be gifted something considerably valuable to the both of you was quite unexpected.

You look back in the box and find the a note inside, handwriting as pristine as Seungkwan's appearance within its folded flap. Heat rushes to your cheeks as soon as you read it and you fold it back up to place it in the box as soon as you finish. Kris Kringle seems to have awarded you early this season.

When it came around to the party, the secret Santa gifts were dispersed. Hansol came up to you with a fruit basket, nicer than the gift card you expected it to be, and you handed Chan your hot cocoa gift box because who could hate such a treat, to which he graciously accepted. You quickly scan around the room for Seungkwan, meeting his eyes as soon as you do. A smile on his lips before he looks at his phone to send a message that delivers to your end and as early as the night was, you couldn’t wait for the party to be over.

Cider would’ve been a mistake any other night and this wasn’t one of those nights. You had to follow back to Seungkwan’s place, him leading you by the hand and feeling the buzz of the fermented apple still fresh on your tongue. The door closes behind you and he takes a look at you. A twinkle in his eyes, blinking slowly at you. Flushed cheeks, he holds his hands up to his face and can’t help but gush in disbelief. “You’re really here with me.”

“I am,” you giggle, flatting your hands over his hands, openly adoring him.

He moves to take your hands and interlock them with his, your palms hot against him. His lips fall to meet yours, plush and soft just like you imagine them to be. When he pulls away in quiet reluctance, you pull him right back, grasping the side of his neck, unable to break free from your long-awaited desires.

Seungkwan kisses you back with twice as gumption, holding you by your waist and clinging it to his torso. You moan against his lips and he feels how it stirs the pit of his stomach.

“I’ve liked you so much for so long,” he whispers, rhythmically taking you to his room as he mindlessly drops his blazer to the wood floor.

You fall into his lap seamlessly, your slack cover legs anchoring his waist. “What took you so long?”

“Never found the right excuse.” He softly smiles.

Your expression matches his, fishing for his buttons at the hems and trailing your fingers at the cotton fabric. “Any excuse would’ve been more than perfect.”

“I know that now.”

There wasn’t anything a Jolly man in a red suit could do that could make you as feel euphoric as Seungkwan could.

His hands on your hips, he feels the pressure of your core writhing against him, and your chest heave before his eyes. Your hardened peaks taunted his hazy vision until he pulled your upper body towards him and his lips wrapped around your flesh.

His tongue darts at them languidly, the echo of your whimpers burning into his ear and ingraining into every wrinkle of his brain. Your elbows dig into the pillow behind his head, fingers running through his messy hair, you sing him praises, “You feel so good inside me.”

He bashfully chuckles, “It’s easy with someone as perfect as you.”

“Mmh, Seungkwan…”

“...Spend Christmas with me.”

You halt your hips, pushing part of his hair, “I was hoping you’d ask me.”

#svthub #seungkwan smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #seungkwan #boo seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan #seventeen seungkwan #seungkwan fanfic #boo seungkwan x you #seungkwan x you #seungkwan x reader #seventeen x reader

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cabinofimagines · 1 year

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Chapter III; friends

I did not forget about this thing that I started. I just wanted to keep it as something I could upload if I ever couldn't write for a bit and I guess we're finally there!

Mind you, I only have two chapters finished so this won't last long. If anything, I might take a bit of a break from the blog because of the many deadlines I have coming up. See me return around the end of June if all goes right.

Word count: 1.6k Warnings: None!

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You hadn’t been sure about Nico’s plan. Back in April, he had asked you for help, and after that he disappeared, only showing up to give you a definite date and an approximate where to be. You trusted Nico, or at least you thought that you did. For this plan you had to learn quickly how to heal- you were supposedly going to be a backup if his plan would fail.

Against Nico’s request you had told Will – one of the few campers you were entirely sure you could trust with your life. In the past few months, you had spent almost every minute of the day alongside Will, learning the ways of healing but also mostly finding solace in him. You figured that if you hadn’t told Will, he would have actively hunt you down into the underworld, hence why you entrusted him with your whereabouts for the coming few days. At least, that was the plan because Percy Jackson would turn sixteen in a matter of days and Nico asked you to be the last drop in convincing Percy that he needed to agree with Nico’s plan.

You had only just arrived in the clearing, gaining a small wave from Nico who was seemingly in the middle of a conversation between a nymph and satyr. He was wearing an aviator's jacket, black jeans, and a T-shirt with dancing skeletons on it, like one of those Day of the Dead pictures. His Stygian iron sword hung at his side. You barely made it to his side when a hellhound pounded through the bushes. You stumbled back, instinctively stepping behind Nico as you felt your throat close at the memories of hellhounds hunting you- the memories of your parent getting out a gun-

Nico smiled as the dog laid its head on the ground, ready to receive ear scratches from the son of Hades. You felt like you couldn’t breathe – it was not the first time you had seen Mrs O’Leary around camp, but every time Will had been at your side to calm you down. Gods if only he was here- if only-

“You alright?” Will had noticed your panicked gaze as you passed the arena. He pulled you away and looked behind him, seeing Mrs O’Leary sitting there, “Hey, (Y/n), look at me. Don’t worry, she’s friendly.” Your eyes were out of focus, seeing a different time, seeing your parents face. Will saw that you were not getting out of your stupor and pulled you away from the arena. He made sure Mrs O’Leary was out of sight as he sat you down on the ground.

“Hey, just breathe- Follow my breathing,” he started guiding you and as you slowly came back to your senses you saw the worried eyes of your friend.

“Care to explain, sunshine?” Will squeezed your arm as you sighed and started your story.

“She’s friendly, (Y/n).” Nico said as he glanced at you. You closed your eyes as you breathed in deep, counting to yourself. This was an exercise you learned quickly after encountering Mrs O’Leary a few times at camp. As you felt your heart calm down, you looked at Nico with a tired smile. He cocked his head to the side as to ask if you were fine, and Mrs. O’Leary copied his movement. “I know, sorry.” You softly said and Nico shrugged, going back to scratching her ears.

Looking at your companions in the clearing you saw the shape of the old satyr. His fur was dust-bunny gray, and a spiderweb grew between his horns. The tree nymph was pretty, wearing a purple gossamer dress and having an elfish face – although something in her eyes seemed off. You noticed a boy – Percy Jackson – entering the clearing, just in time for the old satyr that was there to explode.

"Will someone—what is this underworld creature doing in my forest!" He waved his arms and trotted on his hooves as if the grass were hot. "You there, Percy Jackson! Is this your beast?" "Sorry, Leneus," Percy apologized, "That's your name, right?" The satyr rolled his eyes.

"Well, of course I'm Leneus. Don't tell me you've forgotten a member of the Council so quickly. Now, call off your beast!" Lenues retorted, aggressively pointing at Mrs O’Leary. "WOOF!" Mrs. O'Leary said happily. The old satyr gulped. "Make it go away! Juniper, I will not help you under these circumstances!" Juniper turned toward Percy, a hopeful look in her eyes. You felt a bit awkward and left out in the situation, you looked at Nico as he stood up and took in the situation.

"Percy," Juniper sniffled. "I was just asking about Grover. I know something has happened. He wouldn't stay gone this long if he wasn't in trouble. I was hoping that Leneus —" "I told you!" the satyr protested, "You are better off without that traitor."

Juniper stamped her foot. "He is not a traitor! He is the bravest satyr ever, and I want to know where he is!"

"WOOF!" Leneus's knees started knocking. You snorted softly. Sure you are scared of Mrs O’Leary, but seeing this old satyr basically pee his pants because of her did feel good.

"I . . . I will not answer questions with this hellhound sniffing my tail!" Nico looked like he was trying to not crack up. He looked at me and then back at the group.

"I'll walk the dog," he volunteered as he motioned for me to follow him. He whistled, and Mrs. O'Leary bounded after him to the far end of the grove.

You didn’t walk far before Nico stopped and turned to you, letting Mrs. O’Leary bounce around us. “Are you scared of her?” he gestured to the hellhound, and you shuddered. “Well, you know, you were there,” the last bit was more of a whisper, but Nico nodded his head as he beckoned Mrs. O’Leary over. “Here, just,” there was often this hesitation to Nico when he wanted to help you, you noticed, “Just scratch behind her ears,” he carefully grabbed your hand, and you noticed him shivering at the contact. How long had it been since he had been held with love?

You let him guide you towards Mrs. O’Leary, accepting your fate. For some reason you started shaking, and you wanted it to stop, you didn’t want Nico to think that you were weak – too weak to help him. You closed your eyes, and as you felt fur beneath your fingers you released a breath. You heart was racing, and your felt your legs give out.

“Woah!” Nico half heartedly tried to catch you, but as you sat before Mrs. O’Leary, eyes half opened as she appreciatively wagged her gigantic tail. Nico felt his heart beat an extra time as he saw how you deflated in front of Mrs. O’Leary. Why did Nico not like it that you were so scared? Why had he felt the need to make sure that you would be alright?

“You alright?” Nico crouched down next to you, his stygian sword’s handle poking uncomfortably in his side as he put an arm on your shoulder. You slowly nodded, continuing to scratch Mrs. O’Leary’s head.

“Just peachy.” You removed your hand from her head, and she whined a little as you let out a breath of air, “You are just like a normal dog, ey? Sorry for being so scared, some of your family weren’t so nice to me,” you felt as if you would not be able to say another word, so you put your hand back on Mrs. O’Leary’s head and started petting her again.

“That was brave of you,” Nico noted as he stood up again, denying himself the warmth of your touch.

“Thank you,” you told him as you looked up at him, “And Nico, you’re a good friend.” Nico’s face filled itself with confusion. “Where did that come from?” he spluttered out.

“Mm, the fact that you just helped me, and the fact that we are friends.” You smiled at him, hoping it looked genuine after everything you just went through, “Whether you like it or not.” Something crossed Nico’s eyes, but you could not pinpoint what it was.

“Well, before attaching yourself to me, are you sure you want to help? It is dangerous, and I do not want you to do this for the sake of ‘friendship’,” he did the quotation marks around the last word. You found the strength to stand up, ignoring Mrs. O’Leary’s whines at the loss of pets. You knew Nico wouldn’t have asked you to go if he didn’t need any support

“Yes, although I would only endanger my life for friends though, so,” you held out your hand towards the son of Hades, feeling butterflies in your stomach. This was stupid – you would go on this mission for Nico either way, but you wanted him to acknowledge you¸ to acknowledge that he had friends in camp. Nico sighed but grabbed your hand.

“Alright,” he shook your hand harshly, “friends it is.” This time you smiled genuinely. Your moment was quickly disturbed Leneus quickly stomping past the two of you. “Guess it’s showtime, let’s go.” Nico commanded and you followed suit.

#requests #request #solangelo x reader #poly!solangelo #polyamourous #will solace #nico di angelo #xreader #xyou #pjo x reader #x reader #SFU #will solace x reader x nico di angelo #admin asja #coi #cabinofimagines #asja writes #lets see if anyone even notices that i am going to be gone #admin asnyox

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fruit-salad-ship · 8 months

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crops of the DND AU glance over sheets for the trio.

respectivley a sun soul monk (half Kalashtar) a war magic wizard (half elf) and a grave domain cleric (half orc, half elf), all level 18.

full thing on patreon, I encourage anyone supporing me there to fight these three! They'll set a challege for most.

peach cant sleep, she has no clue shes half kalashtar and just assumes shes just bad at getting rest, housing an angry, rage filled soul within her that makes her life hard. Shes got no clue the monestary she was trained in is led by her own mother, she was just told she was left on the steps and was an orphan. plum came from a military family and went awol in search of a more powerful way to fight than sword and shield path like her father encouraged her to follow. Shes learnt to love and live freely, finding that chaos is something to be embraced, rather than shunned like her elfish family would suggest. grey was a grave digger and the church trained him up when he showed no faultering despite the miserable work, in fact he told jokes to the bodies, and made light of every situation despite how bad it got. His bright disposition makes him a wonderful caring companion who only wants to spend time with his new family, and bring peoples peace in the passing of their loved ones.

#dnd au #fruit salad #doodle #brainrot

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catgirljaneway · 4 months

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For the character ask game: Kes + 1, 12, 20

Thank you so much for the ask!! (Ask game in question)

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

Ok! So I'm a huge Kes fan, and I was initially drawn to her because she's got this little aura of joy, and you can't help but love her, which you can see in other character's interactions with her on the show. Any room she walks into instantly gets a little brighter and she's just so fundamentally kind and gentle and full of love.

So that's what initially drew me to her, but what hooked me, was that fact that the longer you watch, the more we learn about her, the more deeply strange she gets. We've got that fantastic scene in elogium where she eats all those fucking bugs with that deranged expression, and of course, my all time favorite, this one scene where the doctor tells Kes he has some autopsy reports for her to read because he knows she loves autopsies. This by the way, is NEVER brought up again which I think is a terrible loss, because what thing to say about a character and then never mention! What a fact!

So you've got this little elfish looking girl, who's still fundamentally kind and gentle, but now we also know "oh she's a bit of a freak!" and she's wicked smart, and then she learn, oh, she's got these terrifying powers at her core and actually she might not be as fundamentally gentle as we (the audience) or kes herself thought. And now Kes has to grapple with this, and she's still a deeply good and loving person at heart, but now she has to try a little harder to suppress these urges and that makes her fundamentally more interesting.

Also her relationships with Janeway and Tuvok and The Doctor all bring me so much joy. Janeway's love for her, and the way she smiles when Kes is around, the way she hugs her when she leaves just!! Rip me to pieces. And Tuvok's mentorship and quiet protection of her?? And that scene when the Doctor holds her in Twisted. Kes has 3 parents, and honestly all three of them think they're taking care of her, but they need her more than she needs them.

And what's kept me loving her, is in a way her missed potential. So much about Kes wasn't explored, so much was left unanswered, and getting to rotate her around in my head and think about all the things she could have been is so fun. I deeply wish she had been used more, because on paper she's such a fascinating, deeply weird character. And she was just starting to come into her own when we leave her. She's broken up with Neelix, she's making her own choices, and I want to imagine where that would have gone. (I have further thoughts on this, but this is already ridiculously long, so I will continue this in a different post)

Long story short, she's a lovable little weird girl, and I like weird little girls. She'd crawl around on all fours and make up weird stories at recess in fourth grade and I like that about her.

Also she reminds me of the "a little guy!" > "oh they're actually fucked up" meme.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Well I LOVE the art where people make her look a little more bug like. With weird pupils and antennae and such. I love that, I definitely headcanon her looking a bit creepier like that.

I also headcanon her as a lesbian. Her whole relationship with Neelix baffles me. I honestly LOVE them as friends, they're so great when they're just silly best friends, but I cannot stand them as a couple. She's a gay girlie.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

SEVEN!! Seven!!! GAH! The missed potential! Pretty much a weirdgirls club with Seven, B'elanna, and Kes. Kes would have been the perfect person to help Seven reintegrate into society, because she's patient and kind, and she'd get a huge kick out of Seven's deadpan humor. I mean, the EMH is her best friend, she's very good at dealing with people who others consider hard to get along with.

Kes wouldn't make Seven feel bad about the way she is, or try to pressure her to conform to what she wants from Seven. She'd take her how she was and love her for her whole being, not for what she could be. Also Seven would be Kes's scary dog ❤️ Because people meet Kes and think she's an easy target or a pushover (even though she could probably obliterate anyone if she so felt like it) but then Seven is standing behind her looking menacing and they hurry away as quick as they can, completely unaware they were scared of the wrong blonde.

#trek thoughts #asks #ask game #thank you so much for the ask!!#sorry I went a bit overboard!#but I love kes tons #that's my bug daughter #!!!#will have to make some more posts to expand on what i've said here #but I'm a kes x seven and a kes x b'elanna or seven x kes x b'elanna truther #star trek #voyager #kes #seven x kes #and also I NEED to talk more about janeway and kes #they make me feel so much

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thenightling · 1 year

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How Morpheus pays his servants

Every so often I come across Sandman fans who joke (or are serious) that Morpheus does not pay his servants, that they are secretly his slaves. They’ll even all him a hypocrite when he tells Hob Gadling that it’s a poor thing to hold another in bondage. Let me state, Morpheus IS against slavery. In The Sandman: Season of Mists Titania ”gave” Morpheus Nuala as a gift as a bit of a trap. She knew Morpheus fairly well. She must have known he he feels about slavery. If Morpheus refused the gift the fae could “take offense” and go to war, an excuse to try to take the key to Hell from Morpheus. And if he did keep her, it rids Titania of a potential annoyance. In some fae lore Nuala was the name of a fae Oberon had interest in. When Morpheus is given Nuala he is reluctant to accept. Finally he allows her to stay. He never gives her any commands but he removes her glamour. Though it was initially against her will, Morpheus’s removal of the glamour actually did Nuala a favor. Nuala’s people are very conformist and they all wear glamours, hiding their true forms to look ‘as beautiful as possible.” What Morpheus did was teach Nuala to appreciate who she is without conforming to what her society had demanded of her for her whole life. It can be seen as a trans metaphor, especially when, later in the story Nuala shows in the fae court without her glamour on and it nearly causes a scandal but she decides she prefers her true self rather than what her society wants of her. Morpheus never gave Nuala any orders. She went about cleaning within the castle to give herself something to do. But despite this Morpheus repaid her service with a boon. A boon being any favor (within reason) that she might want, should she call upon him. Not only that, but as a bonus, Morpheus rescued her brother from imprisonment while Nuala was still working for him. Morpheus makes it very clear he saved Cluracaun for Nuala’s sake. Though he does not use money, Morpheus DOES pay his servants in Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman.

Here are some examples as to how Morpheus pays his servants. Cain and Abel = Morpheus gave them each a magical haunted house that is bigger on the inside and full of stories, ghosts, and monsters, to fit their spooky inclinations and desires. The houses are somewhat sentient too and they gain caretakers to look after them, make repairs, and keep things up and running. It’s a win for everyone involved.

In the Netflix Sandman series both gargoyles, Gregory and Goldie, were actually given as gifts to Cain and Abel instead of Goldie being a gift to Abel from Cain like he was in the comics.

Lucien / Lucienne is revealed in the comics to have been the first raven. In the story called The Hunt we see that Lucien can still take raven form at will. Lucien loves books. So how was Lucien paid? Lucien was given a new elfish form (taller even than Morpheus) and the largest library in the multiverse. And status as second in command in The Dreaming. That’s a pretty nice payment for services rendered. Aristeas the Raven is based on an actual myth where he was the raven of apollo. Aristeas was a real Greek poet who supposedly became a raven after his death to serve the God Apollo. This ties into the running gag in The Sandman of people mistaking Morpheus as Apollo. After two hundred years of service Aristeas decided he didn’t want to serve Morpheus anymore and he was offered a boon. He chose becoming a mortal man again but he soon found that he could not adjust to the mortal world after having been away from it for two centuries so he asked to return to being a raven. It’s unclear where he is now. John Constantine / Johanna Constantine was paid by having their nightmares dealt with. There’s also the possibility that Morpheus may have rescued Constantine’s soul from self-made damnation since Jon Constantine tends to believe he’s going to Hell and has made some bad decisions / bargains as a result. In a Hellblazer comic it’s pretty much confirmed that Jack Constantine, Johanna (eighteenth century version) and John Constantine were all the same soul just reincarnated into the same bloodline. For John Constantine Morpheus also helped Rachel to die peacefully in a pleasant dream since there was no saving her (in the comic it was implied she was actually already dead and rotting. The sand was the only thing keeping her semi-alive / her soul tethered to her body.) His usual method of payment though is a boon. So I think I’ve made my point here. Yes, Morpheus does pay those who serve him and he never forces anyone to do anything against their will (unless you count him telling The Corinthian not to kill people...)

#Morpheus #The Sandman #Sandman

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 2 months

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[NSFW AU] Forest god Shuichi, bounty hunter Kokichi

Bunny: i didn't think Too deeply on it but basically. roaming bounty hunter kokichi + monster shuuichi kokichi gets in over his head :)c probably vine tentacles involved, because i like those [a little bit later] forest cryptid shuuichi…mmm good stuff the people who hired kokichi to kill him are maybe Not Great they kept fucking with his home it's not his fault he had to dissolve them like a pitcher plant can i add seed ovi

Me: Yes Do it

Bunny: they think kokichi's dead bc he doesn't come out of the woods SNDKHBJJFG

Me: He lives there now Becomes a planter, the way he's full of seedlings

Bunny: he does leave sometimes to take care of business but mostly. happy vine time his feet rarely touch the ground anymore. shuuichi spoils him

Me: Oh? Carries him around or keeps him in bed?

Bunny: i think mostly literally holds him up in his vines shuuichi is the forest, to some extent …does he have a bed, actually?? MAYBE THAT'S WHY KOKICHI HAS TO LEAVE SNDBJFJG u get kidnapped by a hot cryptid and he doesn't even have a house smh

Me: Mossy nest

Bunny: mossy nest could also work!!! comfy little cave

Hina: Is Shuichi a plant?

Bunny: shuuichi is a cryptid/monster that's like. the avatar of a forest? its spirit, but also its guardian

Hina: So do plants grow in him?

Me: I think in this case the seeds have to go Become airborne as seeds do Find some soil to settle into

Bunny: also, airborne??? what do you mean by that bc i can not be seeing the same image you are

Me: I don't have access to translator now but I mean like When the stuff from trees just fly off and people have allergies to that

Bunny: okay yeah i did understand we were having different ideas of the size of these seeds i'm pretty sure

Me: I assumed that they're tiny and in a huge quantity Seeds just suggest that idea

Bunny: they do!! however i usually go for Very Large bc it's fun to me

Me: Like. I thought of tiny orchidea seeds, bc orchideas are cursed with those so I was made to read about that once See, that was fitting in the mer au, but if Shuichi IS the forest then it makes sense he'd have A Lot

Bunny: ooohh that's true but how would that Feel

Me: Grainy cum Not dry tho Just textured Like chia seeds in a drink But more density [everyone disliked that, idk why]

Beez: in my head shuichi just looks like millennial tree

Me: In my he has like a gown with moss covered vines and flowers holding it together Flowers in his hair too, maybe elfish ears, probably lil antlers

Apollo: Okay but if Shuichi is the forest, does he have eyes everywhere? Like he sees everyone coming to destroy his home/him then sees a cute hunter and goes You. You're gonna be mine now.

Bunny: yes, yes he does :) kokichi never stood a chance :) i can't believe this was started over me liking swordkichi a little Too much [design from the official anthology]

Apollo: Imagine just walking into the forest to get rid of a creature but the whole ass FOREST decides you're its pet/partner or whatever now

Bunny: he was gonna melt him into bone soup but he sensed a pure heart and pretty face ok

Apollo: No need to live pay check to pay check when the forest is constantly fucking and breeding you

Dra: Damn does he do that [melt someone] to anyone else when Kokichi can see

Bunny: not when he can see he's very big, he can take care of forest-killers and his favorite pet simultaneously

Me: Feeding his favorite human handpicked berries and honey

Apollo: He's made him a little flower crown that won't die and is making sure he only eats the best things possible

Me: Tries to feed him bugs too, to get him some protein, never again, lesson learned

Apollo: LOOK HE'S USED TO KILLING HUMANS NOT TAKING CARE OF THEM. THERE'S BOUND TO BE A LEARNING CURVE

Bunny: kokichi is half-awake and being lazily fucked so he only realizes when he feels a leg wiggle against his lips IF ONLY THERE WAS BOOKS ON HUMAN CARE he's Struggling i jusg think. kokichi being suspended above the forest floor, strange smooth vines stuffed in every hole large enough, dizzily wondering what theyre pumping into him he's having a very blissed out time kokichi accidentally cuts his hand after gripping onto shuuichi's antlers and shuuichi is HORRIFIED he's pretty sure kokichi is Actually Dying

Apollo: He's never seen blood and Kokichi is currently too blissed out to notice that he's bleeding

Bunny: IN HIS EXPERIENCE HUMANS ARE FUCKEASY TO KILL OK HE JUST DROPS THE GROUND OUT FROM UNDER EM A LITTLE AND THEY EXPLODE he should probably have a much more intimate knowledge of death than this being a forest god but. it's funny

Apollo: Okay but Kokichi accidentally gags when his mouth is being fucked and Shuichi freaks out at that because does that mean he did something bad???? Kokichi seemed to like it though??? He's hopeless at caring for his little human but he's trying his best

Bunny: im imagining their first meeting,, maybe shuuichi's forest is extremely sheltered and humans have only recently started trying to "develop" it.. kokichi shrieking and swinging his sword around while vines hoist him higher and higher they start stripping him and he thinks he's about to die but they just end up poking around curiously wherever they can reach, trying to figure him out

Apollo: Shuichi that's not how you properly get a boyfriend smh

Bunny: he doesn;t know that!! he IS the forest there's nothing for him outside of it

Apollo: Shuichi appears but is absolutely zero help because he also starts poking Kokichi in curiosity

Bunny: he thinks shuuichi is there to help but no, he just wanted to feel kokichi's interesting textures more clearly the human makes cute noises when he pokes him there :D

Beez: would that mean cutting it down hurts him. .. . .

Bunny: yes sometimes death is a natural part of the forest lifecycle but you can't cut him all the way down and expect him to live

Beez: yeah i imagined if it happened naturally he would be fine but if there was smth interfering he would Feel it

Apollo: Kokichi tries to kick him and Shu just pouts because he doesn't know how to respond. He's just interested in this cutie

Bunny: kokichi tries to bite him and gets a vine stuffed in his mouth

Me: This is where verbal communication ought to step in

Bunny: when does verbal communication ever work when kokichi's involved /j

Apollo: This isn't how Kokichi wanted to be seen in front of a hot forest spirit damn it. He couldn't even flirt before getting naked /j

Kai: Human try developing Shuichi's forest and Kokichi is just "AW HELL NAH THAT GUY FUCKED ME TOO GOOD FOR YOU TO UP AND KILL HIM!"

Apollo: "We hired you to kill that guy!" "HE GAVE ME THE BEST FUCKING NIGHT OF MY LIFE! HOW AM I MEANT TO KILL HIM AFTER THAT????"

Bunny: maybe the fantasy seeds he has kokichi incubate are replacements for the killed trees OOO

Dra: I'm sorry but my mind just went to that fucking bird (there is a type of tree that doesn't grow unless the bird eats the seeds first)

Me: Yeah, the forest grown since Kokichi came around

Me: I was thinking something a lil more lovey dovey when you said he stayes in the forest

Bunny: it's lovey-dovey once they get past the Poking phase. shuuichi is very curious and has literally no idea what boundaries are maybe kokichi offers him a deal,,,like 'u can keep touching me wherever as long as you promise to stop eating people'. he does not have his sword and has literally no way to enforce this and is also currently wiggling toward shuuichi's hand but it's fine he's a very serious business man shuuichi is very diligent about aftercare even though he has no idea what that is and tries to feed him a bug he goes "well some of the animals like this" and pulls kokichi into his lap to start petting him humans need protein he's pretty sure he's doing his best

Apollo: Throws touch starved Kokichi into this /j

Bunny: funny you say that :)c the implications of kokichi being a wandering bounty hunter are that he has nowhere to go Home to, yeah? would also explain why he stays in the forest,,,

Apollo: Kokichi really went from being alone and living paycheck to paycheck to being taken care of by the forest itself

Kai: "I got no home but the willow maid fucked me good and hard so i think i like it here"

Bunny: kokichi is like 'stop it i'm not a pet >:(' and shuuichi is like b̶̀̌ȗ̶̏t̷̅̈ ̷̏̚ḯ̷̋ ̵͒̀c̵̃an ̵̓̏s̵͐͠m̷̃͑e̷̎͝l̸̂͗l̸̀ that ̚i̸͗t mak̷̃̎e̶s you ̷̅̚h̵͑̒ä̸͠p̵̎̂p̴̢̆y̵?

Kai: does Kokichi ever repay ;) him

Bunny: yes frequently

Kai: can a forest get off?

Bunny: nnnnot…really? at least in my interpretation he enjoys seeing kokichi happy maybe he finally decides to manifest himself some genitals to see what all this fuss is about NSDJBHSHDGJ

Kai: does he at least smooch Shuichi?

Bunny: YES shuuichi tells him that he is not a baby bird and does not need to be fed. then he tells him to do it again because it felt nice

Apollo: I'm crying because imagine if he made his dick real big because he's not sure what a good size is meant to be

Bunny: kokichi is munching grapes and watching him like no…a little bigger…little smaller…move that a little bit to the left…

Kai: peppers his face in kisses and Shuichi has no clue what he's doing but makes the correct assumption that it's a human sign of affection sorta like wolf licks and accepts it

Bunny: he does it back very clumsily it's too hard and knocks kokichi over (shuuichi vc) ẁ̷͑h̶̎͑a̵͂́ṫ̸͘ ̷̟̈i̶͌͆s̷̉ th̆e̷̽̕ ̵̑̾p̵͑̏o̶͒̕ǐ̷͠nt of t̶͋̚h̸is? ̛i̴̛ have ̓̔ă̵͝l̴̈́̿ṙ̵̐e̸̚̚ạ̸̈dy reprodụ̸͛c̶̛̃ȅ̶̈́d̸̆̕ ̸͐throug̃͠h̸̖̏ ̴you,̿ i do n̸͝͝ò̶̓t̵̂̽ ̴̒́n̴͛̈́e̵͌͊e̴d mammalī̴͘a̴͂̀n̷̾̈́ ̶̔͘feature̷͘͠ṡ̷̆-̴͑

Apollo: Okay but how long would it take for Kokichi to be able to understand him or can he understand him off the bat?

Bunny: he can understand him, he just rarely speaks and his voice is unnerving and layered like all the trees are speaking at once :D and the trees are DOWN TO FUCK- im gonna say there's no elk in his forest. just so kokichi doesn't have to hear his partner make the elk honk

Kai: he's better at birdcalls anyways why can i see him taking Kokichi's clothes off when they meet cause he doesn't understand clothes and thinks the human just got caught in something weird what buisness does a forest spirit have wearing clothes anyways

Apollo: Kokichi trying to explain that he sorta needs clothes and Shuichi does that little head tilt that dogs do because he just doesn't understand

Bunny: i think part of the reason he keeps kokichi is because of how INTERESTING he is. he's making offended noises about shuuichi taking him out of his strange false-skin one second and the next he smells like pleasure because shuuichi touched his chest NOT THE HEAD TILT…. with those antlers bro'd probably knock something over

Apollo: Shu can use magic right? Can he make it that Kokichi is no longer human (at least fully) cause humans don't last forever you know?

Kai: connect him to the forest become one with the moss

Bunny: yes, but it takes kokichi several decades to realize time is Weird okay. he was too busy getting fucked all the time to realize he wasn't aging- he could've ASKED about the mysterious green goo shuuichi was pumping into him it's his own fault really now there's TWO scary forest spirits, good job morons

Kai: what made Kokichi finally realize?

Bunny: would be funny if some humans came through and he realized his clothes were WILDLY out of fashion now bc remember this all started from an outfit

Bunny: hey do you think shuuichi has to be taught what holes are okay like does he go ok mouth makes him happy. ass makes him happy. time to try the urethra- IT WAS AN APPROPRIATELY-SIZED VINE HE DOESN'T KNOW WHY KOKICHI IS SCREAMING!!!!!!

Beez: are u saying he tried to stick it in his ears or smth a NOOOOOO

Bunny: he tries this too but kokichi thinks he's being silly and laughs it off mistake

Kai: god help him

Bunny: god just tried to stick a vine in his dick

Kai: Shuichi finds out it doesn't feel good going in the dick, but the dick going into something sure does

Apollo: Does Shuichi switch between parts or does he just have both at the same time?

Bunny: shuuichi is smooth like a barbie doll

Kai: both is more badass he either has both or none, there is no inbetween

Bunny: he grows whatever kokichi is interested in that day, if they're having face-to-face sex actually both might add to the 'divine' feeling like. he Is life to some extent.. maybe shuuichi eventually lets some people move in,,, just be respectful to the earth and leave offerings of human food with neat textures on the shrine and you'll be alright he's grown strangely fond of humans lately! imagine that

Apollo: Everyone remembers the stories of the forest killing people but nope. Forest dude is calm as long as you're respectful and leave little snacks

Bunny: just…don't seek an audience with him. he'll probably grant you whatever you ask, but is it really worth him having a squirming man in his lap the whole time…?? shuuichi doesn't see the problem

Apollo: Does Kokichi still look 100% human or does he have more fae like features now? (I dunno how to explain it lmao)

Bunny: i think he slowly gains them over the years never as much as shuuichi. but enough to be a little unnerving,, he wanders the villages vaguely unnerving everyone around

Apollo: He would though. He just walks away and everyone rushes into their houses because that's the forest's like boyfriend? Husband? Queen? Theyr'e not sure but they know not to mess with him

Bunny: he brings back lost children

Apollo: He has enough common sense to put on at least a skirt when he leaves the house only Shu gets to see him 100% naked

Bunny: he's wearing the same fucking clothes from several hundred years ago they don't age either, don't question it

Apollo: That would sorta suit the forest spirit vibe though

Bunny: it really does! he's killing it by shoving the offerings into his mouth like a goblin though

Kai: dude dressed in ancient samuri clothes who's rumored to be the spouce of the foreset spirit walks into town-

Apollo: He brings his sword around as well despite not needing it. It's badass okay? It's just annoying trying to return these lost kids to their parents while they're trying to mess with the sword He's sorta missed human food okay

Bunny: they ask him to teach them

Beez: what if he gets a new sword that sorta wraps around his wrist n whenever he wants to bring it out it uncurls

Apollo: He saves the kid of like a rich family and finds a shiny new magic sword among the offerings He sends a bird with a thank you note to their house and the village realizes that they don't just have to offer food. Kokichi also likes shiny stuff People start to think Kokichi is like a crow so whenever he comes to the village, he's wearing new shiny stuff they left for him

Bunny: that cave is about to get So Crowded that's why he walks so weird…he's got bird feets….. definitely……..

Apollo: Kokichi plays along with it and Shu says fuck it and like magics some wings for him because he finds it cute that everyone is calling him a crow

Bunny: (chanting) wing sex, wing sex, wing sex-

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #saiouma #kokichi oma #made by me #writing prompt #writing inspiration

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etherishome · 5 months

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I want everyone to know that Baldur's Gate 3 fundamental changed my brain's neural pathways, and I'm not even kidding. I am extremely picky about what interests me from specific genres. I had a pretty set list of Things That I Like from fantasy, and they had to be portrayed in very specific ways because of Autism™. On my list of "Pure Neutral" was elves. On my list of "boarding between neutral and vaguely dislike" was vampires. For the last month I haven't stopped thinking about wanting to chew on Astarion's elfish eartips while he drags his fangs over my neck. I'm so horrendously down bad for this loser

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #vampires #elves #fantasy #genre

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themarginalthinker · 7 months

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Movie Night

(The pack enjoys some silver screen fun times.)

Max wasn't in tonight. The place was all theirs.

Dwayne had occupied himself flipping through the magazine rack near the door, content to let the others look through the pickings of the video store. Paul is at the 'new releases' rack. He picked up a box, looked it over, seemed to turn the cover art, actors, and plot described on the back over in his mind for a few seconds, before either dropping it back into place (or out of place - he didn't pay attention nor did he care) or slipping it under his arm with the others he'd chosen.

Marko and David were also pawing through the shelves.

"I thought you liked Harrison Ford?" Marko asked.

"I do, but I'm just so sick of seeing this shit advertised everywhere, I'm gonna rip my ears off if I have to hear that music any more," David grouched. He used a single finger to push away the video case Marko was holding. "Also, Indiana isn't a name."

"Buddy, in your day, they were naming people things like 'Humility' and 'Creedence', and 'Jedidiah'."

"I knew a Jedidiah," hums Dwayne, not looking up from his idle spinning of the rack.

"Not helping. I'm getting it anyway," Marko sighs. David just rolls his eyes, and turns back to his own perusal.

"Hey guys! Look!"

The pair - and Dwayne - look up at Paul's call, the tall blond rushing to their side. In his hands is a video, clutched tightly.

"'The Dark Crystal'," Marko reads out. From the case, the hand-drawn eyes of skeletal bird creatures leers and the glittering wings of elfish beings shine under the lights of the store. He looks up at Paul.

"Henson, huh?"

Paul nods vigorously. "He did that one with David Bowie a couple years ago. Fucking masterful shit. And this one is all puppets, dude!"

Marko looks a little skeptical, David is just hoping that with the mention of certain long-haired, blond glamrockers in tight pants the jokes about his name don't make a resurgence, and Dwayne is already once more nosing through a Times, but they add it to the pile.

When they're done, they leave the store with maybe more items than the check-out limit would allow (and a magazine or three that were in no way monetarily compensated for) but ready to waste some immortal life in front of the zoom tube.

"You're scared," Marko says, grin smugly plastered to his face.

"I am not. It's piles of fabric and foam."

On screen the skeksis skulk around each other, dressed in royal rags, hunched and fragile and dripping with barely restrained malice. The hallways of the constructed palace are old and dusty and hide secrets best left in the dark.

Paul sits tense on the bed, the precious television having been drug out of its protected corner, hooked up to the extension cord the pack so rarely indulges in. Dwayne had jury-rigged a generator to power their once-monthly media indulgences.

His claws prick at the bedcovers, eyes locked on the fantastical creatures. Marko, laying beside him, also watched.

"I- I am- I am still! Emperor!" Gasped the dying, crumbling beast of bones and desiccated skin on the screen, jumping towards the camera. It's maw filled with cracked, jagged teeth, screeching and clawing back its hold on power to the last breath.

Beside Marko, Paul jolted back, claws fully out, his own teeth flashing.

"Admit it!"

"Shut up, you asshole! I wasn't expecting that!" Paul huffs.

Marko laughs, and rolls into his mate's side.

"Mmmmmmmm-"

"I will kill you, I swear to fuck, Marko!"

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #drabbles #the dark crystal #marko will forever use the 'hmmmmMMM' sound the Chamberlain makes to annoy Paul

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bomber-grl · 11 hours

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Number 21 with Leo Valdez (can I have a GN!Reader so everyone can enjoy?) I love this silly little man 😭🙏

Prompt #21: laughing at their jokes

Cw: underage drinking (just mentioned + I don’t exactly support it but let’s be real)

The first time you and Leo ever met was because of Percy and Annabeth.

You weren’t all that familiar with the others of the 7 but because you were friends with those two the meeting was inevitable.

You had been invited to a little party with them and a few other campers.

Only a few because many campers were exhausted for once and decided it’d be best to rest. Plus, it was only allowed because campers had done a good job around camp lately.

Best believe the Dionysus kids showed up though.

Anyway, you were all around the campfire, surrounded by junk food snuck in from out of camp and of course beer and any other alcoholic beverage the Dionysus and Hermes kids could get their hands on.

More extroverted kids like the stoll siblings and Percy told stories but other than that things were chill.

If we ignored the chaotic mess of the Hermes kids

Anyway, you ended up seated in this tight little corner of it all and you had to admit it was finally nice to have moments where you could just be a teen.

Your thought process was soon interrupted as you took notice of an elfish boy with a head of curly hair.

He was talking to Annabeth and he was pleading..? He kept repeating words like “please?? Cmon just this once” And so on.

Annabeth turned to face you from the other side of the campfire she was sitting at.

She called you over and the boy next to her kept thanking her..? Well whatever.

With no survival instinct whatsoever you walked on over and sat down.

Some others of the 7 were there- all of them actually.

Annabeth turned to you “guys this is y/n, y/n this is-“ she introduced you all but she specifically introduced the guy.

“Oh and this is Leo” you really had no idea what to say so you just said hi and sat where their little group was.

You immediately took notice of this Leo person because of how loud and fun he acted. He told stories with obvious exaggerations but it was still fun nonetheless.

He even told jokes that weren’t always funny- but were funny for that exact reason.

Everyone around you was having a good time and when he told one particular joke a loud laugh escaped you.

I mean the whole time you had been laughing and adding on to Leo’s little shenanigans.

And each time without fail someone would eye the other or even eye Leo- as if to tease or something.

But this finally broke the camels back and everyone in your little secluded quiet down .

Leo in particular was looking at you like a deer in headlights and was even blushing.

All good things must come to an end and the next morning you found out Leo liked you! Who would’ve guessed /s

Even after a while of you guys dating he’d still wait to hear your laughter.

Good thing you never failed to deliver, it’s his favorite thing to hear.

#fanfic #gn reader #male reader #fluff #fanfic fluff #female reader #fluff headcanons #leo valdez x female reader #leo valdez x male reader #leo valdez fluff #leo valdez pjo #leo valdez x reader #pjo leo #hoo leo #leo #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfiction #bad boy supreme

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gemsofthegalaxy · 4 days

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reading an AITA and man reddit needs more weirdo queers on this particular one....

The OP said they wear eccentric outfits, sort of like cosplays, Very Frequently and their friend invited them to a dinner party. usually, they ask for the dress code because sometimes that friend wants her to dress "normally" and sometimes she doesn't care if she's wearing elf ears or steampunk. this time, she specified not to wear any "clown or pirate costumes" so the person dressed in more elfish attire, and the host of the party got pissed at them

reddit has apparently deemed OP an asshole because normal adult people should know the dress code for a "dinner party" and that there are only certain things that are appropriate, while completely ditching the context that they asked in advance and got an answer that confused them because if the host meant no costumes at all, she should have said that

additionally, a lot of people are like "it's exhausting for your friends to have to constantly tell you whether your outfits are appropriate or not, you're forcing them to do that emotional labour". the OP of the post specified she is autistic btw. i honestly don't think they're using it as an excuse but people on reddit sure seem to. sorry that people do in fact take things literally and sometimes others have to accommodate that but whatever

ultimately i'm like. okay. my thing is, if you know someone dresses in a way you consider ""weird"" and you want to still be their friend, you should probably be prepared to let them know when you want them to dress more typically/casually. the OP of the reddit post is ALSO doing a lot of emotional labour worrying over whether their friends will find their typical outfits appropriate for their personal functions and checking in about them, are they not?

i dunno, i don't know anyone who dresses up to that extent in their daily life, but i can't think of many places/events where it would be so "inappropriate" that they'd dressed that way that i would be mad at them unless they wore a white eccentric gown to my wedding, lol, or if i invited someone as a plus one to a work function....

idk just the responses to this are mind boggling sometimes i forget normies exist on the internet bc im so... tumblrpilled or whatever people would say nowadays

#people being like oh shes being a Main Character like i dont think someone dressing Quirky thinks theyre more important than everyone else.#shes just wearing what SHE likes.#gems watch

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no-where-new-hero · 7 months

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Time for another Lantern Hill Book club catchup post! I wish I didn't have time to read and gather my thoughts only once a week at this point, but oh well ;(

CH. 9: (I'm pretty sure this is where I left off?)

LMM gets so much mileage out of personifying 60 Gay Street in this chapter, fully appraising us of its unfriendliness and hostility. Absolutely the most vicious house of her canon, I think--a pure extension of Grandmother's personality.

Jane felt that it might help the ache a little if she could only have a talk with mother, but when she tried mother's door it was locked. Jane felt that mother didn't want to talk to her about this and that hurt worse than anything else.

I've already bitched about this paragraph, but I'm going to bitch again. Robin's inability to put herself in her daughter's shoes for 10 seconds and at least TRY not to make this sudden summons seem so scary or overwhelming is so frustrating. If Jane has told her mother how much she likes their frivolous little chats and things and it causes Robin enough pain for Jane to stop confessing this kind of thing to her, Robin SHOULD have the awareness to realize what Jane needs most is an emotional connection with her. Earlier on, Jane is prevented from talking to Robin by Grandmother, but this paragraph kind of explicitly lays out how it isn't just Grandmother's heavy-handedness preventing Robin from being a good mother but Robin's own short-sightedness. Even comforting lies would have been better for Jane at this point.

CH. 10:

Love how LMM has so many jokes about PEI being too small to live on so that people must live in perpetual danger of falling into the sea.

CH. 11:

I don't think we'll actually lose Jody to the orphanage before the end of the book but goodness LMM knows how to pile on the tragedies.

...they drove along over the elfish underground city that comes into view under the black street on a rainy night.

A rare case of LMM being an urban writer. Of course she makes it as magical as she makes her natural landscapes.

She thought Jane quite the dumbest child she had ever encountered.

This constant harping on Jane's purported idiocy feels like such an implicit Maud judgment to me. Like. I feel like the average adult wouldn't be so immediately blunt about an 11-year-old's intellect or lack thereof? Unless it's just different mores since I feel like nowadays an adult would take silence as shyness. But Maud's own ferocious intelligence gives me the impression that she would be very capable of cataloguing people as dumb. (Okay I also just realized that during this time, "dumb" might have been used for people without speech but both Phyllis and Grandmother freely mock Jane for not being very bright which still reinforces my point a bit).

CH. 12:

Getting a lot of echoes of other LMM books in here:

She drew herself away and took in the lady with one of her straight, deliberate glances. (such an Emily Starr gesture) …but that dreadful old car of his broke down half-way." (Andrew appears to have bought his car from the same place as Barney Snaith) Perhaps the "Janie" was the last straw. Jane was not going to be "Janied." (Aunt Irene is giving a weird combination of Aunt Laura and Aunt Ruth.)

Aunt Irene is intensely creepy in a way I can't quite put a finger on. Well, I can--she's as possessive and judgmental as Grandmother, just more sugary. But their appraising and judging qualities are the same. Also the obsession with love meaning jealousy is really coming through as a motif here: Grandmother's jealous posessiveness of Robin, Robin thinking Andrew was jealous of Jane, Irene thinking Robin was jealous of her and Andrew's closeness, Irene's unnecessary attachment to Andrew. She seems to be twisting everyone's emotions around and then blaming them for things that don't seem to be there.

And I was always so fond of your mother…but…well, I don't quite think she ever really liked me.

This is the first sign of sense in Robin that I've seen so far.

CH. 13:

...in which Jane continues to have traumatic mealtimes with gaslighting adults.

More parallels to other LMM media! First we have Andrew "Kenneth Howard" Stuart to rival Barney "John Foster" Snaith, because beloved writers being your very close kin abound in the LMMverse as much as forgotten heirs to wealthy corporations being your neighbors abound in kdramas, apparently. Second, we have familial phrenology to catalogue the features inherited a la Emily Starr, as well as a lot of bald-faced commentary on appearances, and the Douglas Starr energy in Andrew is intensifying. I have to say Jane's acceptance and love of him feels a bit sudden--and I'm not entirely sure how much I approve of this bit:

Would he be disappointed because she was not pretty? Would he think her mouth too big?

immediately after her resolution not to be "bright and fresh for anybody." Will need to keep mulling over this.

CH. 14:

Aunt Irene made a fuss over dad. She purred over him...actually purred. And dad liked her purring and her honey-sweet phrases just as well as he had liked her cake. Jane saw that clearly.

For all that LMM adores and elevates cats, she manages to infuse untold amounts of disgust into describing people as purring in a way I find fascinating. I will never move on from how she describes Teddy "purring and scintillating" for Ilse, and here she's using it to illustrate Irene's corrosive sucking-up to Andrew. Jane again knows her onions about human psychology.

"She's got a secretive strain in her, Andrew, that I confess I don't like." "Knows how to keep her own counsel, eh?" said dad. "It's more than that, Andrew. She's deep...take my word for it, she's deep. Old Lady Kennedy will never be dead while she is alive.

More Aunt Ruth and Aunt Elizabeth type lines: "sly and deep" and "your grandfather Archibald won't be dead as long as you're live" make a comeback here.

And the rest of the chapter feels so much like Barney and Valancy heading to Mistawis: the way Andrew talks about his life (their tones are very similar), Jane's feeling of peace and freedom at Brookview. A small spotted dog in place of Good Luck and Banjo.

I also now have a strong craving to try wild-strawberry jam.

CH. 15:

This happens to be one of the days when I like myself reasonably well.

What a mood? This line suddenly made me like Andrew way more.

Once I took you down and dipped you in it, to the horror of…of several people. You were properly baptized before that in the Anglican church in Charlottetown…but that was your real baptism. You are the sea's child and you have come home."

Okay, I REALLY like Andrew in this chapter. I think in a paragraph like this I can kind of catch the glimpse of why he seems similar to Dean Priest. This is such a Dean thing to do and a Dean thing to talk about. Ditto with finding a magic house. Andrew lacks the cynicism of the Barney/Dean type, but he has their whimsy--possibly closer to Dean with it than Barney.

It's also very peculiar because Barney/Valancy, Emily/Dean, and Jane/Andrew all feel like they work around similar conversations and emotional connections despite being different relationships. One is romantic, one is romantic/platonic but also slightly familial, one is entirely familial, and yet they all cling to similar themes. Emily and Jane talk about who they resemble to Dean and Andrew. Setting up a domestic space becomes a plot point. Valancy and Jane are entirely happy with their author beloveds, yet feel a little insecure about how much that happiness and love is reciprocated. They travel by car to escape the peering judgments of society.

I will do my best to keep up with the book club from here, since things have gotten very interesting very quickly.

#jane of lantern hill #lantern hill book club #lm montgomery #lmm lockdown

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