#i just idk. really like stories where the affairs of gods are on such a totally different plane to the affairs of mortals

[orchid-n-petals]

So I've already shared parts of this on a discord server, but I have to scream about Ketheric Thorm on here as well. Obviously spoilers about the character under the cut! It's a long one.

The entirety of act 2 is about him, right? Jaheira, Shadowheart and numerous other NPCs shit on him for his fickle faith. First Selune, then Shar, then, as we meet him, Myrkul. You hear about his changes of faith on a whim, you hear that he's the person responsible for the shadow curse, he is painted as a villain, plain and simple.

You can figure it out pretty early on that Isobel was resurrected and that she is his daughter; the detail as well that he wants Isobel alive is so on the nose, it gives him away completely but there are still a few questions that remain unanswered, mainly about his faith.

And then you get to the mausoleum and the picture assembles; this entire tragedy, the death of hundreds if not thousands and the complete ruination of a landscape was all, ALL because you had this absolutely wrenched, heartbroken father who had lost everything and nobody answered his grief. He was left woefully alone, the Goddess whose daughter his daughter was involved with did nothing to save Isobel.

Imagine outliving your wife and your daughter. Imagine dedicating your life to fight the Lady of Loss, your Lady of Silver's enemy, and then be left so completely alone and in silence with your grief, with your loss. It's so, so poetic how and why he turned from Selune, and it's so understandable as well; he broke. His spirit completely broke. He couldn't deal with that void of having lost the only two important people in his life, seemingly undeservedly so. He was going mad with this and a lot of his ire was likely targeted at Aylin who, in his eye, represented Selune; she's literally her daughter, after all, and it was implied that even before the deaths of his family, he sort of saw Aylin courting Isobel as Selune taking his daughter from him, despite his service. This relationship was clearly not seen by him as a boon of "giving his daughter to the Moon-maiden".

His ways in the past clearly didn't spare him from tragedy and having to cope with it (which he clearly didn't, he snapped under the weight of his grief). He was clearly angry and unable to do anything, furious and helpless, which is a dangerous combination. A good part of his first change of heart must have been fuelled by a sense of revenge.

But then Shar didn't provide any balm to his aching heart either. If you read his letters in Grymforge and in act 2, he is so focused on enacting the will of Shar because he believes that healing lies in oblivion. Everything would be easier if he could just forget, if the damn world could just forget, if nothing was remembered because without Melodia and Isobel, nothing was worth remembering.

Then came Myrkul. Literally the only god who was not only able, but WILLING to give back his daughter to him. Imagine spending your all, EVERYTHING you have to serve two gods who would not give a single shit about the greatest suffering in your life. You were basically nothing, your loyalty didn't matter for shit, everything that was taken from you amounted to no recognition whatsoever: you should simply cope and seethe. Your grief will not simply go unanswered (which is not inherently antagonising) but ignored.

And then comes this supposedly evil entity who can alleviate your pain just like that, snap of a finger and it's a done deal.

I am so serious when I say that I believe Ketheric's main incentive was to extend Aylin's immortality to Isobel as well. You can read in her diary that she feels a taint after having came back, and there are things not even Selune can cleanse, but at this point, Ketheric doesn't care about Selune, vengeance is secondary if not tertiary, he's done that war during his Shar years and what did it give him? Literally nothing.

He doesn't even care about the fact that Isobel is still her cleric. He cares about the single most important fact: Isobel is back. Life is worth living again, there is something for him, and it was not Selune or Shar who gave it to him but Myrkul, and for this singular gift, he would raze the world for the Lord of Bones. Like people can clown on him for being disloyal but the man has the loyalty of a dog bonded to its owner.

He is powerful and is willing to go to insane lengths for crumbs. What is raising a single life for a god? Nothing. It has happened and it will happen again. But Ketheric will go to the ends of the earth to serve the single god who actually listened to him. The one god who didn't ignore him.

He knows that what he does is not the morally upright thing! He is so insanely self-aware that allying with Orin and Gortash and doing this entire plot with them only to then betray them is morally reprehensible at the best of times, he knows that people hate him, etc-etc. He was a Selunite at one point and he's not stupid. He just doesn't care; it could be literal Asmodeus and he wouldn't care as long as he got what he wanted, no matter the price.

He is probably the only one from the three of the chosen who has complete clarity over his situation, he almost sways (if you pass the check during his confrontation), he is not an inherently evil man blinded by power.

But he is inherently loyal to those deserving, and as of the story's standing, completely broken by his grief. In his eyes, at this point, the only one deserving loyalty is the one who actually listened to him. Isobel lives. It doesn't matter that she hates him, that his entire life has fallen apart, that literally nothing else that is good has come of it, because Isobel lives.

I don't think he regrets a single thing. His consciousness might tear at him at the end, but I believe he would do everything over again, exactly as he did, because in the end, his daughter was brought back. Because what would a grieving, broken parent give to bring back their child? Everything. Absolutely everything. And it's such a simply given answer, no second thoughts, no doubts.

Nobody can tell me that this man is fickle. Nobody. This man was willing to burn the world to the ground, create a Boudica destruction layer all by himself for the one single thing he wanted. For any God that would listen.

I don't know, I just have a lot of thoughts about his character.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #ketheric thorm #and I also have a lot of thoughts of how Aylin foils him #I fully believe that he was in the right in the capacity that he switched around his gods when he was literally ignored despite his life's #work. despite all that he has given. I think it's reasonable to expect in the world of gods who actively meddle in mortal affairs on their #whims and make shit worse that in just one single case they would. idk. NOT expect one of their devotees to remain blindly loyal to them #after their prayers go unanswered. like yes; go and try your luck elsewhere because this devotion of yours is clearly being taken for #granted. you get NOTHING out of your worship. you can't even sleep well because your loved ones are dead and you are expected to just what? #deal with it on your own? and remain loyal? why? #some sense of 'honour'? #I really like this depiction of faith actually. I really like when clerics and paladins are given agency and critical thought that hey! #this is actually giving me nothing despite me dedicating my entire life to it! and I have only one of it so why not take it somewhere where #it's actually valued. you know. as a treat. #I *personally* much more prefer this depiction of a crisis of faith than what we got with Shadowheart or Lae'zel; their stories are very #interesting on their own but I think throwing yourself from one end to the other not because you actually have a goal that it could serve #but because you are desperate for a purpose #is a slightly less potent character narrative than having an actual goal yourself. not by much but by a little. #again #PERSONALLY

[copepods]

less gentle nurturing protective goddess c!kristin more amoral fickle petty divine being c!kristin who cares little for the affairs of mortals aside from her chosen favorites. more c!kristin who destroys lives with a flick of the wrist without sparing a thought, not out of malice but pure carelessness, as gods are wont to do

#when characters are immortal i think that fucks them up so so much esp when theyre also very powerful #kristin and phils relationship is very emotionally intense partially because kristin literally has No One Else to connect to. #so shes very attached to him and to his family by extension but really doesnt give a damn about anyone else #it makes her a very efficient death god to be fair. #she IS protective of her people (the dead) but only out of the expectation that theyre Her property and no one elses #so when xd starts messing with the realm of the dead she gets pissy. but not out of actual care for the people affected you know #i just idk. really like stories where the affairs of gods are on such a totally different plane to the affairs of mortals #and that gods might not be Trying to kill people but they still do #the same way most people step on ants without meaning to #also yes it's a class metaphor. lol #text #mcyt

[loviatarsluv]

An Acquired Taste (2)

“Do you wanna see how far it goes?

Do you wanna test me now, my love?

You must be crazy if you think that I will give in so easily”

Astarion x AFAB f!tav oc (Aelia) [third person]

rating: mature

CW: blood drinking, dry humping, silly banter and sexual tension bc duh

a/n: I decided I wanted this to be the story of my own oc Aelia and her sordid love affair with our fav pale elf bc idk I felt like it :3 she’s a drow half-elf rogue, and my poor girl has been through it in her life even pre-tadpole, which we’ll delve into a little bit and will give a little background as to why Astarion pisses her off so much :)

in summary: Astarion is a dick but even the strongest of us can and will fall to his charms, aelia included (much to her disdain)

word count: 6k

(I really need to keep track of where I’m grabbing gifs from I am so sorry all credits to original owner!! lmk so I can tag u ♡︎)

The air between Aelia and Astarion had shifted considerably, and it was impossible for the others not to take notice. 

It was still tense as it was before, but in an entirely new way, with so much left unsaid hanging in the air in a thick fog over their heads every time they stole glances at each other throughout the days following that night in the clearing. They still bickered, that hadn’t changed. But there was a different tone to it that neither party could truly decipher. Aelia personally tried her damndest not to think about it - as unsuccessful as she was at it. 

Most of their companions just ignored them, unwilling to disturb whatever strange peace that befell the group when they weren’t arguing about who drank the last of the wine or who was faster at lockpicking or whatever frivolous thing they chose to be at each other’s throats over.

Shadowheart would give Aelia knowing glares when she’d catch her eyes lingering on the back of the vampire’s head, which Aelia would brush off and dismiss every time. She didn’t intend for anyone else to find out about what happened between her and Astarion in the woods - even though she knew Shadowheart at least suspected something - so she chose to ignore any notions from her or Astarion about it at every cost.

He was the first to head back to camp the night of their encounter, so as to not arouse suspicion that anything happened between them and play it off as if he'd just gone hunting. Before he left her, he offered to help her redress, as a strange form of aftercare that she not-so-politely declined.

Post orgasm clarity hadn't ever been quite so sobering in the past, but she couldn't shake the unease in her gut that she'd let him finally weasel his way past her defenses. She was mostly disappointed in herself as she'd only really had herself to blame - though she still found it in herself to be angry at him for making her feel the way he did.

She managed to pull on her now muddy and soggy pants, then her shirt that was in an even worse state, and trudged back up with the rest of her gear gathered in her arms.

Immediately upon reaching the edge of camp, Shadowheart catches her eye, watching her expectantly with a cocked brow, as if waiting for her to come and explain.

She shakes her head at the half elf, waving her hand to dismiss her prying eyes. She knew Shadowheart would drop it eventually - privacy being something that she highly valued herself. Though that didn't stop her questioning glances, her curiosity was very obviously peaked.

She will just have to remain curious.

Aelia takes one last sidelong glance at the bloody red tent closest to hers - catching a glimpse of Astarion reclining in his bedroll, book in hand, twirling a curl with one of his fingers mindlessly as he was illuminated only by dim candlelight. 

Gods, why does he have to be so infuriatingly beautiful?

She huffs a breath, stomping into her tent, her legs and the idiotic thing between them still sore and her muscles burning. She collapses onto her bedroll, not even bothering to pull the blanket over her as she nestles into her pillow, shoving her face into it as far as she can without hurting her nose. She unleashes a quiet scream into the pillow, hoping Astarion wasn't listening, but knowing better and realizing that he probably was. She couldn't bring herself to care too terribly much as she feels her eyelids get heavier and heavier.

She rolls over and finally allows herself to drift off, silently praying that she’d wake up in the morning and this will have all been a stress induced dream, or at the very least that she could just pretend as though it never happened. 

That was apparently far too much to ask.

"Care to explain what you and the spawn were up to last night?"

Shadowheart's voice behind her caused her to jump as she's knelt down, rummaging through the camp storage chest for some scrolls to take for the day.

"Fucks sake, could you not sneak up on me like that?" She hisses, placing her hand over her racing heart.

Shadowheart crossed her arms over her chest, cocking an eyebrow at her as she peers down at her. "For a rogue, you sure are easily startled. Normally, you'd have heard me from a mile away. Something distracting you, Aelia?" She prods, suspicion in her tone.

Aelia groaned, rolling her eyes. "I'm just tired, Shadowheart. You're overthinking, as always."

"Tired. Right,” She drones, crossing her arms over her chest. “Listen, I'd be careful, if I were you. Resist his charms as much as possible - I don't trust him as far as I could throw him." She warns, brows furrowed as she glances back in the direction of a certain ivory haired elf.

Aelia's face twists into a scowl, as she stands to be eye level with the other half-elf.

"Have you forgotten my obvious disdain for him? I haven't the faintest idea what you're-"

"I'm not a fool, I saw the two of you skulking out from the forest. You don't have to particularly like someone to do what I assume the two of you did. Just... trust me on this, okay?" Shadowheart says, her face softening as she looks at her companion, a twinge of worry and protectiveness flitting through her.

Aelia goes silent, her jaw snapping shut for a moment while she formulates a response.

"I know what l'm doing. I'm not a fool, either, Shadowheart." Is all she manages to say, her once indignant voice now quiet and unconvincing.

"Then do not allow him to make one out of you." She says simply, then turning on her heel and strutting off toward the fire where Gale is handing out breakfast.

Aelia's shoulders slump as she rubs her temples, a deep sigh releasing from her as she feels a migraine swiftly incoming.

Shadowheart's words played in her head in a deafening echo - the very same words she'd been thinking to herself all morning.

This was only the beginning of their journey, and she was already ready for it to be over.

The rest of the companions (with the exception of Astarion) finally congregate at the fire, plates in hand as they plan out their day and eat whatever concoction Gale brewed that morning. She watched them, wondering if maybe they wouldn't notice if she just didn't join them and snuck some snacks in her pack to tide her over until dinner.

"Aelia! Breakfast is ready!" Gale calls, waving her over, plate held in her direction.

She sighs, squeezing her eyes shut in defeat.

She figures maybe if she just continued on like normal, nobody else would assume anything was amiss. She trudged over, taking the plate from the wizard's hand and thanking him quietly, to which he flashes his so-called "award winning smile" (in his own words).

She plops down on the large tree trunk bench next to Karlach, who grins widely at her presence.

"Morning, soldier! Feeling alright today?"

Karlach reminded her so much of a young pup - giddy about the simplest of things, ready to befriend anything with a pulse that looked friendly enough. Karlach was one of the only ones out of the group that she found herself acting particularly kinder toward, scared to ever dull that sparkle in her eye.

"I'm alright, thanks. How are you? Burning hot?" She smirks, leaning as if to bump her shoulder to hers, but not connecting the touch so as to not get third degree burns first thing in the morning. She feels the heat radiating off of the tiefling, feeling like the hottest summer day she could imagine all concentrated on the side of her body closest to her.

"Always. Ready to smack some evil assholes into oblivion, as per usual." She grins wickedly, then takes a large bite of her breakfast.

"That's what I like to hear." She smiles, then finally takes a bite of her food as well.

"Where shall we start today? Should we investigate that blighted village west of the grove?" Wyll muses.

The group all take a moment to consider his proposal.

"I suppose it's as good a start as any, seeing as we have next to nothing to work with as is," Shadowheart quips, the last part more of an underbreathed murmur.

"I still think we should've let that grubby little beast out of the cage, she could've at least showed us where to go." Astarion says flatly, finally approaching the group and taking a seat furthest away from everyone on a log nearby.

Aelia remembers telling the goblin, Sazza, that the tieflings captured that she could rot in that cell, not willing to expend even an ounce of trust for the likes of a goblin. For once, she very nearly agrees with Astarion.

“Are we even sure we want to ask a goblin priestess, of all creatures, to help us? They are not well known for their intellect, much less surgical capabilities." Gale chimes in.

"What other choices do we have? We're essentially running off of hope and desperation at this juncture. We can't very well afford the luxury of particularity." Aelia scoffs, her tone having more bite than she intended for it to.

"She's right, as much as I loathe to admit it," Astarion chimes nonchalantly, his eyes glinting with a hint of amusement as they bore holes into the side of her head. She avoids meeting his stare with every ounce of strength and dignity she has left. "Perhaps we'll learn a little bit more about our slithery friends while we're at it, seeing as it seems other fellow infected seem to be congregating near there."

"A simple 'I agree with Aelia' would have sufficed," She grumbles.

"Oh, would you like a pat on the head while I'm at it? Perhaps a kiss on the hand and a bow?" He snarks, mimicking a bow in her direction, a bitter but teasing smirk on his lips.

Arrogant asshole!

Before she can open her mouth to retort back, Wyll claps his hands and stands. "So it's settled, then! Let's make haste."

The others begin to stand as well, leaving only Astarion and Aelia still sitting.

"The Blade Of Frontiers to the rescue... once again." He remarks sarcastically, inspecting his nails.

"Could you take a hiatus from your tireless work of being a complete and total asshole for even a moment?" She hisses, finally looking in his direction and feeling that unwanted fluttering in her gut that she'd felt last night before she fell asleep when she sees him, his ivory hair nearly glowing under the early morning sun and the tip of one fang peeking over his lip.

"No, darling, I don't think I can. You look absolutely divine when you're all worked up." He smirks, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, crimson eyes and velvet voice lowering.

She narrows her eyes and lowers her voice to match his, and so that the others don't hear. "You're making me regret not using my knife the correct way last night."

"Oh, but if you had, you would've missed out terribly, as I'm sure you are well aware of now." He winks, letting his tongue swipe across his bottom lip to wet it.

She wants to respond but finds the words getting lost on their way up her throat, settling for only a scowl and an eye roll.

"Can you two istiks cease your incessant squabbling? We are losing daylight." Lae'zel shouts from across the camp.

They exchange one more heated glance before Aelia pushes herself to stand, tossing the leftovers from her breakfast aside for Scratch to eat. She whistles and calls the dog over, giving him a scratch behind the ears when he appears at her side. Now completely disregarding the overwhelming presence of the vampire watching her every move like a predator studying its prey, she begins to walk away, stopping for a moment and glancing over her shoulder at him. 

He watches her intently, almost as though he were waiting for her to fire back a quip or an insult - he wanted her to, it seemed. She gives him one last knowing smirk as she turns once again, heading to her tent to gather her gear, leaving an unsatisfied vampire sitting beside the fire, red eyes glowing with annoyance.

It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

-

The couple of days following that night were particularly rough as they explored the area that seemingly had been overrun and ravaged by goblins - a shame, it seemed like it was a lovely area where families thrived and nature bloomed once, only to now be a wasteland coated in filth and fire. 

They tried to be as thorough as they could when exploring the ruins of the village, each of them hoping they’d perhaps come across any sort of lead or miraculous cure in what appeared to be an alchemist’s cellar - only to come out essentially empty handed, aside from a strange necromancy tome that Astarion claimed immediately upon discovery as well as some herbs and potions.

They eventually did come across some leads, at least - leads that were less than savory, but leads, nonetheless. They’d overheard a group of goblins discussing the ruined temple of Selune that hosted the majority of the horde as well as a Drow, a hobgoblin, and the priestess Gut that the prisoner, Sazza, had mentioned, further confirming that the goblin had been telling the truth, much to their surprise. They also heard many random murmurings about the so-called Absolute that sounded like drunken nonsense, but it felt less important than the prospect of finding Gut and removing the tadpole at the time, so they hadn’t paid it much mind. 

Astarion kept to himself, following the group from several steps behind, seemingly lost in thought. Aelia glanced back periodically to see if he was still following, then cursed herself for caring or being even slightly concerned about him. 

That night when they returned to camp, his appearances were scarce - him either slinking off to the woods or remaining in his tent with the flap sealed. She couldn't shake the feeling in her gut that something was off, as on any typical night Astarion would be pestering her or any of the other companions and skulking around camp drinking wine and complaining about the taste. She figured perhaps he just needed a day to himself, and she was partially thankful to not have to deal with this strange new energy between the two of them for a little while. 

She tried to make sense of whatever it was between her and Astarion, and tried to figure out why he occupied her thoughts as much as he did. At first, she thought it was just because she hated him - she wanted to hate him, at least. She convinced herself that she did, for a good while. She wasn’t sure if it was so much hatred as it was a bad feeling about him - that he’d be her ruin in one way or the other. After all, he reminded her too much of a piece of her past that she’d tried so desperately to forget; but part of her thinks that was what drew her to him. 

She’d always been a glutton for punishment. 

And once again, after the years she spent alone, trying to forget and forgive herself for getting herself entangled in the web that was her last, she found herself thrust into an eerily similar situation. Well, not entirely similar, obviously. Nothing could ever be similar to the plight of being abducted by mind flayers and infected with their parasite. 

She laughed humorlessly to herself as she snapped out of her thoughtful daze, deciding maybe she needed a distraction. 

She found a spot just outside of camp to sit and sketch in the sketchbook that she found while looting the village earlier that day, bringing a spare bedroll with her in case she was too tired to walk back to camp.

There were a few pages occupied by crude goblin drawings of what looked to be a Lolthsworn Drow and a Hobgoblin that she assumed to be the ones they’d heard the goblins muttering about. She found it strange that it seemed there were several Drow in the area, like the one that was laid out on the table in the healer Nettie’s chambers that had been infected as well. It almost seemed that the Mind Flayers were targeting Drow specifically. She would be lying if she said the presence of her kin didn’t make her uneasy, only adding to the ever growing list of things weighing heavily on her. 

She sketches mindlessly, drawing whatever first comes to her mind and letting her hands and fingers do most of the work. The page is littered with random flowers, trees, faces, eyes - she doesn’t think much of it until she inspects the drawings a little closer and realizes the faces and eyes seem all too familiar. She stares at the pages, realizing she’d drawn several iterations of someone that looked eerily similar to Astarion.

There were several sketches of piercing red eyes that held an intense gaze, mouths that showcased a pair of sharp fangs and smile lines, and then a full on portrait of an elf with silvery curls. She runs her fingers along the pages, admiring them. After all, it wasn’t necessarily him, just something akin to him. There was no harm in daydreaming this nonexistent person - he couldn’t speak or hurt her. He existed only within these pages and her head. 

“I knew you were good with your hands, but those are quite nice, actually.” 

Speak of the devil.

She quickly slams the book closed, turning to him and glaring at him. 

“Don’t you have anything better to do than spy on me?” She sighs, too mentally drained to pick a fight. 

He sits next to her in the dirt, huffing when he hits the ground. “I was actually just coming back from hunting… or rather, attempting to.” 

She looks at him and suddenly notices the dark circles under his eyes and his already pallid skin a tone lighter and greyer than usual. His typically well groomed and pristine self replaced by a more sickly and weathered version of him. Yet still hauntingly beautiful, as if he could ever be anything else. 

“I can tell. You look like hell.” She jokes, a ghost of a smirk on the edges of her lips. 

He frowns, running his hand through his hair. “I wish I could argue with you, but if I look the way I feel, I can only imagine you’re right.” 

She isn’t sure why, but that same flash of worry she’d felt earlier when she noticed his strange behavior pangs through her. “When was the last time you fed?”

He ponders for a moment, seeming as though he really couldn’t remember. 

“On something substantial? A few days ago, I think. All I’ve been able to manage since then was the odd squirrel or rabbit. I fear the Druids may have warned all the local animals about me,” he jokes, huffing a laugh that sounds more like a sigh. 

“Oh…” She says, her voice trailing off as a thought crosses her mind that she quickly dismisses. 

“If I weren’t mistaken, I’d almost think you were worried about me, darling.” He winks, leaning his shoulder into hers. She rolls her eyes and bumps him off of her. 

“I don’t like you, but that doesn’t mean I want you to starve to death. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.” 

She thinks back to the many nights she’d spent trying so desperately to sleep if only to stave off the pain in her gut as hunger gnawed at her insides, only for it to keep her awake for days on end until she was finally able to find even a measly morsel. 

“That may be the kindest thing you have ever said to me. I am touched, really.” He says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

They both laugh, then an unusually comfortable beat of silence befalls them. They sit there, just listening to the sounds of the night and each other’s breathing for a few moments, and for once the air around them is lighter, clearer. Amicable. 

He thinks to himself for a moment, and suddenly his demeanor shifts. He looks as though he were poised to say something, or ready to defend himself. Perhaps both, as he knew what he wanted to say could surely either get a stake driven through his heart… or, if luck was on his side, perhaps, exactly what he needed.

Aelia notices his demeanor shift, and a pit forms in her stomach. 

“You’re about to say something, so say it.” 

He runs a hand through his hair, then turns his face to look at her once again, his tired eyes giving their best attempt at being sultry in his very practiced and rehearsed way - instead being alluring in an entirely different way. They were hungry, but in a more desperate way - he looked at her as if she were the last bit of sustenance on all of Faerun, but not in the way he had that night in the forest. 

“Would asking you to promise not to kill me for what I’m about to say be out of bounds?” He asks.

“Asking me not to kill you in general is a big ask, so it really just depends.” She cocks a brow at him, watching him curiously.

He narrows his eyes, his lips curling into a frown. 

“I’m serious.” 

She snorts. “So am I.” 

He sighs, readjusting himself in the dirt and turning slightly to face her. “Can I trust you?”

She shrugs. “Probably not. But I’ll humor you once, I suppose, if it’ll get you to go away.” 

He looks at her, observing her for a moment, his eyes falling on the collar of her shirt and lingering there. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. 

“Have I ever told you how lovely that neck of yours is?” 

Oh.

Oh.

Her jaw goes slack, and her eyes widen. The shock of realization at what was on his mind paralyzes her for a moment - and then she laughs. 

Not just a chuckle - it was more like a cackle that bordered on mania, one that had her gasping for air and wiping tears from her eyes.

“I don’t believe I told a joke, darling.” 

She shakes her head, still laughing and trying to catch her breath. 

“You’re seriously asking me to let you bite me? I think the tadpole has finally scrambled what little brains you had to start with.” She chortles, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

He scowls, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Do you realize how strong a well fed vampire really is? If you found me even slightly impressive before, which I know you did, imagine me twice as strong, twice as agile, twice as fast. You’d be stupid to pass up an opportunity to have me on your side, considering the bloodbath we’re sure to engage in sooner rather than later.” 

Her laughing slowly fades as she considers his proposal for a moment. She knew there was truth to his words - but she also knew the desperation of starving and being uncertain when your next meal might be, and how you would do anything to sustain for just a little longer… 

“How do I know you won’t just drain me and kill me?” She asks, matching his posture and intense gaze. 

He shrugs. “You don’t. That, you’ll just have to find it in yourself to trust me on, I suppose.” 

“I don’t know—“

“Please.”

She stares at him, her eyes settling on the dark and deep set bags under his crimson eyes. She wanted so badly to say no just to spite him and preserve whatever boundaries still remained between the two of them - yet, she couldn’t shake the sympathy she felt for him. As much as she hated to admit it, she did see a lot of herself in him. To deny him a chance to live and fight another day would go against everything in her as she’d been in his exact shoes a thousand times over, just hoping that someone would help her, hoping someone would rescue her. 

She feels her next words teetering on the edge of her tongue, but her better judgment is screaming for her to just stay quiet. She tries to reason with herself. Being down a single person when taking on an entire horde of goblins and possibly drow wouldn’t be optimal, especially someone like Astarion who was one of the stealthiest of the group and best with long range and quick melee encounters. But if she opened this door, she knew there could be a whole host of consequences as a result. She had to weigh the pros and cons deeply before just—

“Look,” she starts, already regretting opening her mouth to begin with, but she can’t seem to stop herself. “If I do this, you cannot tell anyone.”

Astarion’s eyes go wide for a moment, then his face falls to a cocky smirk, his gaze dropping to her neck once again. “These lips are sealed.” 

She shuts her eyes tight, and takes a breath, so she can get her words out properly. “This is a one time offer, and I mean that. But if you go too far, I swear to Selune—“

“You’ll slit my throat and shove a stake through my ribs?” He muses, his head tilted and eyebrow cocked. 

Gods, he looks so good right now— how does he look perfect even when on the edge of death?

“If you’re lucky.” She warns, as that dreadful fluttering makes yet another unwanted appearance in her gut. 

“I’ll be gentle as a babe.” He purrs, his crimson eyes now seeming two shades darker than before as he brings his face closer to hers. 

She watches him and it feels as if she were watching an animal close in on its prey, canines primed for sinking into the flesh of whatever poor creature ran foul of it. 

“Hold on, wait,” She breathes, holding her hand up to his chest and pushing him back gently. “Should we maybe, I don’t know… should I lie down?” 

He chuckles at her sudden nervousness, having never seen her so unsure of herself and pleased that he was the cause. He actually found it quite cute, in fact.

“I was actually hoping for a cheeky kiss, but I suppose maybe that comes after,” he winks. 

She rolled her eyes so hard that she feared they might fall out. “I’m not doing this for any other reason aside from keeping you alive and strong. Need I remind you we have an entire horde of goblins to cut through?” 

He smirks. “But you have to admit, you are a little curious… aren’t you?” 

She swallows hard. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about it, ever since the nature of Astarion’s condition had been revealed to them by that Gur hunter in the hag’s swamp. She’d never met a vampire herself before, but she’d heard others whisper in the taverns about the erotic side of being bitten by one, and that curiosity always lingered in the back of her mind. 

“Do you want to do this or not? I’m perfectly happy with leaving you here to starve, if that’s what you’d prefer.” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest and scooting into the bedroll she’d set up earlier. 

He raises his hands up in surrender, crawling toward her on his hands and knees, stopping when his face was merely inches from hers. 

Their eyes meet for what felt like an eternity, his blood red eyes boring into her silver ones like fire meeting ice. He could feel her warm breath ghosting against his cheeks and he could smell the faint scent of campfire and wet grass on her. He could hear her heart racing in her chest and her breath quickening as he inched closer. He reveled in the way he knew only he could make her react and feel - and adored even more so how badly she tried to resist it.

She swallows hard as she tries desperately to avert her gaze anywhere but at him, only for him to grip her chin between a finger and a thumb and tilt her face back to his. 

“Look at me.” He commands, his voice low and husky. 

She reluctantly obliges, her eyes wide and expectant. 

“Are you sure you want to do this? I need a direct yes or no.” 

She thinks for a moment, knowing this was a perfect moment for an easy out - but the positives far outweighed any negatives in this situation, much to her dismay. 

“Yes. I’m sure. Now do it before I change my mind.” She says simply, her eyes narrowing slightly. 

He chuckles, placing a kiss to the corner of her mouth that nearly knocks the breath from her lungs. It was a small gesture that probably meant nothing and he was just playing the part to get what he wanted - but it felt like something a long term doting lover would do to their partner. It felt out of place in this scenario, which was merely a transaction. She feels her cheeks flare and surely turn an embarrassing shade of pink as he grins at her, placing a hand on her shoulder and gently pushing her backward onto the bedroll. 

He crawled over her, settling his knee between her legs and hovering over her body which was going absolutely haywire at their sudden proximity. He placed his hand behind her head, cradling her as if she were the most precious object in the entire world and required the utmost delicate of care as he used his other hand to snake around her waist. 

She tilted her head to the side, just enough to give him easy access, and braced herself for what she was sure would likely not be worth the trouble of surrendering herself to him - once again. 

He happily brought his lips to her neck, his smile evident as he trailed hungry kisses along her skin, searching for her pulse point. When he finally locates it, he places a wet, open mouthed kiss and nips teasingly at the spot. 

“Hold on tight, darling.” He warns, prompting her to grip the bedroll so tight that she feared it might rip.

She’s surprised when she feels his hand gripping her wrist and directing her hand to relocate to his waist. 

“This way you can tell me when it’s too much, and I’ll stop. Okay?” 

She nods, then obliges him, gripping his shirt the same way she’d gripped the bedroll, earning a satisfied hum from Astarion.While she appreciated his need for express consent, part of her wondered whether it was to stroke his own ego and have her admit that she wanted this, or if there was something more to it than she knew. 

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, his cool breath against the wet spot on her skin where his mouth had been previously sending a chill through her. 

She rolls her eyes. “Do you ever stop talking?” 

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against her. “No taste for chivalry, noted.” 

She sighs, but before she can retort, his lips are on her neck again, his teeth grazing the skin. He pokes her with his fangs as a brief warning before sinking them into the flesh. 

The pain is quick and sharp, icy in combination with his already frigid touch. She feels her blood pumping and leaving her as he suckles at the small puncture wounds, her vision blurring and tears forming in her eyes. She jolts at the sensation, earning a growl from Astarion. In his hunger induced daze, his hand that was behind her head fists the hair at the nape of her neck, raising her slightly into him. 

There were a million sensations and thoughts flooding her mind and body - the most unwelcome one being a pooling of desire in her gut as his knee scoots slightly too far up and his leg presses against her slowly heating core, the sudden friction mixed with his tongue swiping her neck causing her to moan involuntarily. 

Her legs instinctively move to squeeze together, only squeezing his leg between them in the process but still providing a hint of relief at the pressure. Astarion seems to take notice, moving his hand that had been on the small of her back further down to grab the swell of her ass.

Her hand flies up to grip the back of his neck, her other hand still gripping the fabric at his waist. She feels her hips buck against her own will, her body seemingly having taken on a mind of its own entirely in her bloodless fog. 

Astarion scoots his knee back slightly, causing her to frown at the loss of sensation. He lowers himself down, his body now completely flush against her and his evident erection pressing against her leg, his hip digging into her crotch slightly and causing her to sigh in relief at the return of pressure against her throbbing and increasingly needy cunt. His hips roll against her, his cock rubbing into her thigh and delivering the most delicious sensation. 

She feels herself starting to get light headed, but she couldn’t decipher if it was due to him drinking from her or from pure lust as he rolls his hips against her. Only when black spots appear in her vision does she realize it was likely from the blood loss, and she taps Astarion’s hip a few times to queue him to stop. 

He’s too lost in her to notice, so he continues for a few more seconds before she nudges his shoulder instead, hoping it’ll get his attention. 

“Astarion, enough,” she whispers weakly, her voice strained and her eyes shut tight. 

His eyes widen as realization hits and he quickly moves away from her, his hands moving to brace himself up so that he’s hovering over her. 

His eyes scanned her face for a moment, worried that he’d taken it too far. Her silver eyes flutter open, meeting his for a moment before she turns her face away, averting her gaze to anywhere but him. 

“Are you well?” He asks, placing a hand over her chest where her heart is and feeling the rapid rhythm thrumming against his palm. 

She sucks in a breath at the contact, her body still trying to make sense of what had just occurred. She still felt her desire pulsing and throbbing as it slowed to an eventual halt, her mind beginning to clear without his lips on her throat. 

She scoffs playfully. “Aside from the obvious - yes, I’m fine. Do you feel better?” 

He nods. “Better than better. That was… more than anything I could’ve ever imagined.” 

“Good to know you were imagining drinking my blood,” She says, a grimace beginning to settle on her features. “Perhaps I should be flattered.”

He smirks at her, swiping leftover blood off of his mouth with his thumb and licking it off. “You can hardly blame me, darling. If the taste of you I got the last time was anything to judge by, I knew you would be absolutely divine.”

The heat rushes back to her cheeks and the urge to clamp her legs shut again is strong. How does he always do that?

“Do you have these perfectly prepared and rehearsed lines for every situation?”

He brings a hand up to cup her jaw, tapping her chin with his thumb. “Oh, my love, you have no idea. I’ve only just begun.” 

Aelia is out her fighting for her life fr (fun fact, in my actual campaign for her, we’re only in act 1 and she already almost have perfect approval with astarion and I wasn’t even TRYING to get that high of approval with him this soon, I genuinely have no idea how it happened) ((she’s also kind of got a thing going on with karlach because I just can’t say no to her 😭 I’m sad I know I’m gonna break her heart ugh!!!!)

also lmk how u guys feel about it being an actual tav/character and if u like it, I’m kinda just experimenting for now we shall see

#love a good blood drinkin fic sorry I couldn’t resist #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x f!tav #astarion x tav #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #astarion smut #bg3 #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #aat #my fics

[mamamittens]

Idk why, but I have this idea of “oh sweet child of mine” for both readers, aka Child and Adult reader, that they got a high fever and everyone is just fussy around them 😂 and somehow I found it cute and amused at the same time

God they'd all be insufferable about it. And child Reader would tolerate it better (I.E. be ignored for being a fussy kid that doesn't know what's good for them) than adult Reader.

They'd both have fever dreams about being late for work and having to be reassured that they won't get in trouble (whoever is reassuring mentally swears to punt the next marine they see EXTRA hard).

Marco would flaunt his perceived immunity to disease as a reason to constantly be by reader's side. The others having duties that can't be ignored or rejected off and on for one reason or another. Thatch has to cook (better BELIEVE they soup slaps hard for the poor baby) for the whole crew and can't risk getting sick. Ace runs super hot so unless reader is cold he can't cuddle all day. Whitebeard literally has an IV in all the time and probably is banned from babying his new baby (pulls out the Sad Old Man eyes but does NOT sway the nurses).

Whenever it's deemed they need fresh air, there's just a massive pallet on the main deck of soft blankets and pillows with a grumpy reader burrito wrapped inside. Occasionally screeching for freedom no one is willing to give. Usually they're hiding their laughter or patronizingly consoling them about it.

I also imagine there would be a... bit of a fight about feeding reader. It'll take the saddest eyes and the softest, stuffy-nosed request for a specific person to break the intense eye-contact-argument over who gets to feed reader soup. Whoever wins struts about like a ponce for a solid three hours over being 'the favorite'.

Lots of consolation cuddles over the miserable state of affairs and quiet bedtime stories (no matter the age, it's the thought that counts). Cold rags and medicine to alleviate the symptoms at their worst.

If the illness is really bad it turns into a sleepover, everyone quietly concerned about the reader and periodically checking on them in the night. Tucked between worried pirates that constantly brush their forehead or stroke their hair. Possibly a cuddle pile where reader sleeps on Marco's chest for the most of his healing abilities while getting their back rubbed to soothe the coughs.

When they finally recover it's time for more cuddles and prolonged hugs. They enjoyed taking care of the reader but prefer them happy and healthy. Best believe they're going to get more healthy food and encouraged workouts to keep them healthy after this.

#oh sweet child of mine #platonic yandere #yandere whitebeard pirates #reader insert #mittens answers

[obsessed-small-penguin]

Leosagi/Leochi in Musicals

I have noticed that some people are putting the Epic Musical associated with ROTTMNT (Mostly revolving around Leo). I just have to say, I haven’t listened to the Epic Musical, but my God why hasn’t anyone done Leosagi in other musicals 😭. I haven’t watched many musicals, but here are some suggestions (that no one will use 💀).

Musicals That Can Fit Leosagi/Leochi

Hamilton - Historical Musical about Founding Father Alexander Hamilton

I’ve seen people using this in other fandoms. For this one it’s mostly Casey and Future Leo. But to include Usagi:

“Helpless“ - The roles technically don’t matter, but Leo could be Eliza (because he has a lot of siblings and also is blue) and Usagi could be Alexander. Usagi’s friends could be Laf, Muligan, or Laurens. Very wholesome song! It could also be reversed with Leo as Alexander. His brothers would be Laf (Donnie), Mulligan (Mikey/Raph), Laurens (Mikey/Someone Else), or Aaron (Raph/Donnie) if this was the case.

“Satisfied” - For some Angst, Leo or Usagi wouldn’t be Eliza 💀 (or if people ship Donsagi, idk the name, then this is a perfect song LOL)! Usagi could be Angelica and Leo Alexander or vise versa. (Context: Angelica and Eliza are siblings, Angelica is the oldest and likes Hamilton. However, she sees her sister Eliza likes Alex as well, so Angelica sets Eliza and Alex up and the two are getting married. Basically, a love triangle)

“Congratulations“ or “First Burn” / “Burn” - This is just to cause more Angst and rub salt over the wound to match with “Satisfied”. “Burn” is basically Eliza and Alexander breaking up because of “Say No To This” when Alex has an affair.

“Dear Theodosia“ - Can be used for the headcanon of Jotaro as Leosagi’s kid & Aaron Burr as Cassandra which would make Theodosia as Casey Jr. 

“Blow Us All Away” and “Stay Alive (Reprise)” - Used as the above. Jotaro can be Phillip (Alex and Eliza’s son). Or maybe replace the son as Casey Jr. Either way, could be a fun idea.

In The Heights - Hispanic musical with people who have a dream and struggling with identity/poverty. (Idk how to describe it).

This musical can be use for those fans who like to headcanon the Hamato children knowing Spanish. There are 2 couples in this play (Benny and Nina | Vanessa and Usnavi) that could fit Leosagi and there is a musical and a movie (I prefer movie audio since it sounds newer than the musical since that’s kinda old).

“The Club“ - Just for funsies. Leo/Usagi getting jealous that the other is gaining a lot of attention on the dance floor with other men (Imma assume Leo aka Vanessa is on the dance floor).

“Blackout” - Follows right after the previous song. Only part that would fit here is an audio most might have heard. The whole “You barely even danced with me” and then “Don’t make me laugh, I’ve been trying all night, you’ve been shaking your ass with half of the Heights”.

“When You’re Home“ - Could be wholesome with using Usagi as Benny (since there’s no confirm race) and Leo as Nina (Afro-Latino and half Japanese moment? Black Hispanic and half Japanese?).

“Sunrise“ - This is only in the musical version, but it’s so cute!! Takes place after “Blackout” where Nina and Benny found each other and stayed with each other. Nina teaches Benny some Spanish. “Well how do you say kiss me?” “Besume” “and how do you say hold me?” All of that. And also a moment where Benny is scared that Nina’s dad is going to know that Nina is with him (Nina’s dad disproves of Benny). Obviously, Leo is Nina and Benny is Usagi.

Bare: A Pop Opera - (TW: Self-harm also Drugs) Gay musical with two boys struggling in a Catholic Boarding School. They are secretly dating, but one wants the come out and the other doesn’t because of his strict father (also he has a twin).

I really recommend this musical, it might be slow but it can get you in your feels. Btw, it’s a sad musical (Trigger warning). Honestly, any songs can fit because it’s literally a gay story. Also a theater Romeo and Juliet play they are doing. A play within a musical.

“You And I“ - Listening to the lyrics ummm, Leo fits almost TOO WELL with being Jason 😂 Jason is the one with a twin named Nadia (who believes she is fat and she harms herself). Their dad is rich and Jason is the favorite sibling. Anyways, Jason is Leo and Peter is Usagi. This song is an introduction to how they are together (always being in secret and having to pull away when people are around).

“Plain Jane Fat Ass“ - Twin moment with Jason (Leo) and Nadia (Donnie). Angst or Hurt/Comfort with the two.

“Best Kept Secret“ - Self explanatory

“Ever After” - THIS SONG OMG. So Leo and Usagi are having a heated argument and it’s tense and pretty sad.

“Wedding Bells“ - Angst. Usagi imagines Leo with another person.

“See Me“ - This is gonna have to change, so Peter is trying to come out to his mother, but she is clearly trying to ignore it. So This could be Leo being Peter and Splinter being the mom.

“God Don’t Make No Trash“ - Sister Chantelle (I didn’t spell that right. Anyways this is definitely Mikey aka Dr. Feels) and Peter talking about sexuality (kinda).

I don’t know who can be considered as “Father”. Maybe Draxum or Big Mama.

“Bare“ - Hurt, no comfort between Peter and Jason.

Be More Chill - Awkward teens who are trying to be cool so they take a pill (From JAPAAAAAAN) and they are controlled kinda.

Main character, Jeremy, likes this quirky girl named Christine, so he’s trying to be cool to get with her. If you heard the audio (”I’m waiting for my porno to load”) then that’s this musical. I did see multiple Donnie animations (and a Leo) with the song “Michael In The Bathroom”. Yeah that’s this musical. Maybe Christine (Usagi), Jeremy (Leo), and Michael (Donnie).

The Idea: I included this musical mainly because the whole idea if that teenagers are trying to be cool by taking a pill that (roughly, hard to explain) has a person in their head who “helps” them be cool (in actuality, a douche or a player). With the headcanons of The Krang still in control of certain Turtles, I thought well maybe instead of inserting something like “Mind Raph”, just make the person in the head (aka a Squip) just the Krang 😂 (Same can be used for BeetleJuice The Musical)

“A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into“ - Pretty cute song from Christine (Usagi).

“Be More Chill Pt. 1″ - Basically when the Squip comes in. Like listen and imagine the Krang behind the voices trying to manipulate people 💀

“The Pitiful Children“ - Basically a ‘world domination’ song. So just Krangs.

Heathers - Basically the movie.

This potentially fits the 2003 Leosagi more, I have no idea. At least, if we make JD Miyamoto. TW: Murders, Explosives, E.D., Suicide, Drugs/Alcohols, and attempt S.A.

“Beautiful” Or “Candy Store“ - The roles (based on colors) are Chandler (Raph), Duke (Donnie), MacAmera (Didn’t spell that right, Mikey), Kurt & Ram (The Foot Dudes? Bebop & Rocksteady), Martha (Todd? LOL), JD (Usagi).

“Meant To Be Yours” - Please, I need Psychopathic Usagi or Leo, I’ll take any 😭

Heathers: The Musical (2022), another version of the musical with some altered lyrics and added songs with a bit new style of musical form. “I Will Never Shut Up Again” - Wonderful song for Duke, would like to see an animation of Donnie (I like villain songs, lol).

“Seventeen“ - Wholesome song, hurt/comfort kinda, where Usagi and Leo are singing about having a life together (and not a life of being murderers).

I would add “Dead Girl Walking” but this fandom seems to not do much NSFW stuff with this ship, so I’ll exclude that song along with “Blue” as a suggestion.

#rottmnt #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #leo x yuichi #leochi #leoichi #Gay Leo #leo x usagi #leosagi #musicals #Idk if i should tag the musicals #I used both Yuchi and usagi because it could be interrperate both ways #if you think about it #heathers #bare a pop opera #serious listen to that musical #hamilton #miyamoto usagi #yuichi usagi #jotaro #be more chill #in the heights #suggestions or headcanons idk what to call this

[forjongseong]

rolex // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: jay x fem!reader

genre: fluff and a bunch of cute stuff tbh // warning: nothing except mentions/appearance of food! // wc: ~1.5k

summary: spending absolute quality time with a potential new love interest... who seems to keep throwing questions that feel like hugs.

author’s note: if you have read quiet, this fic takes place after that! it is also the first in the series of stories inspired by one of my favorite singers, Camilo. I also started this fic because I saw this post "questions/sentences that feel like a hug". I marked the questions by putting them in bold.

if you check my masterlist, the next three titles after rolex is also the name of Camilo's songs. I put snippets of the lyrics in the beginning of each fic. maybe I should start naming this the Camilo-inspired series of Jay x Y/N? idk. anyway as usual, reblogs and replies are very much appreciated! and check out the song rolex it's reeeeally good!

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I don’t want to know what time it is

I threw away my watch and it was a Rolex

I cancel everything, all my plans

Spending time with you is more important

The sun was shining and the sky casted the most perfect blue shade. At the end of the road, Jay saw his destination—a small and cozy bakery with an indoor-outdoor seating and woody aesthetic—and the person he was looking forward to see already sitting by the window.

As the door was being pushed open, the dainty jingle of the bell distracted Y/N from her phone. She waved to Jay who immediately made his way to her table.

“God, sorry I’m late. I left my watch,” Jay set his bag on the empty chair in front of Y/N and took off his jacket.

Y/N waved her hand, brushing it off. “I just got here.”

It was a lie, but Jay did not need to know that. The fact that she would always come early to any place no matter who she was seeing at the time is something Jay had not learned yet.

“It’s been a while! How have you been?” Y/N asked as her eyes followed Jay’s movement as he takes his seat.

“Work has been busy but fun,” Jay seemed distracted as he looks around the bakery and then towards the glass of iced tea in front of Y/N. “Are you hungry? Should I order something for you?”

Jay swore he saw a twinkle in Y/N’s eyes when she blinked before answering him. “Oh, I’m not that hungry, but I do want something sweet.”

Jay nodded and quickly scanned the glass box filled with pastries and cakes not far from where they are seated. “Split a slice of cheesecake with me?” he suggested.

“Oooh, yes please,” Y/N sounded way too excited than she should and Jay let out a hearty chuckle.

Minutes later, both their drinks are half empty and Y/N’s fork is set on the side of the plate with the cheesecake almost gone. Jay barely ate his half. Their topic of conversation varied from trivia about high fashion, TikTok trends, and Marvel characters.

When it came to personal affairs, Jay was not expecting that Y/N would open up to him real fast about her past relationships. She mentioned a couple of names he was not familiar with, and after carefully listening and exaggeratedly reacting to her dramatic stories of her exes, he decided to shoot the question he had on the back of his mind for so long.

“Forgive me, but I gotta ask…”

Y/N’s straw almost got stuck in between her lips as she tried to contain the surprise from the sudden change in tone.

Jay asked the following question with a significantly lower volume than his normal speaking voice.

“So Namjoon sunbaenim is really your ex?”

Y/N basically snorted trying to hold in her chuckle. “What do you mean ‘really’?”

Jay tilted his head and brought his hand to his neck, unsure if he had done the right thing by asking. “I mean, the members and I were just assuming…”

“Tsk…”

The way Y/N clicked her tongue sent a chill down Jay’s spine and he honestly thought he was done for.

“Well, I… I didn’t want to spread rumors. It’s just that, there wasn’t really a way to confirm…”

“What like you think I was just delusional thinking that THE Kim Namjoon is my ex?”

Y/N’s tone sounded cheery and it immediately clicked with Jay. She was cool enough to play it off. Before Jay could find a better direction to steer the conversation into, Y/N nodded and tapped her fingers on her glass.

“Did you ask him first?” She glanced at Jay who did not break eye contact before nodding. “I thought we were being discreet. I wonder why he told you.”

Because I was basically asking for permission to make a move. Jay shrugged and played with the straw in his drink.

They were supposed to stay for an hour and a half, but as their conversation continued to build, the sky became darker, and the grey clouds finally turned to heavy rain. Y/N’s eyes widened as she saw the mini storm unfold before her.

“Oh, no, I’m not wearing the right shoes,” she sighed with worry.

“You do have an umbrella, don’t you?” Jay glanced at Y/N’s handbag that looked deceivingly small.

Y/N nodded. “But the rain is too heavy to go through.”

Jay nodded. Then stay a little longer.

“Maybe we should stay a little longer? Do you have somewhere you have to be?” Y/N looked back at Jay and blinked as she waited for an answer.

Yes! Thank you, rain.

“Yes. I mean, no! Not until a couple of hours,” Jay tapped his phone to check the time before its screen went black again.

The temperature dropped as the rain made their surroundings damp, and the air conditioner in the bakery suddenly felt a little too cold for Y/N.

“Should have worn socks,” Y/N sighed looking at the aircon and then down to her legs. Her linen button-down also seemed to be the wrong choice of top for today.

Without missing a beat, Jay carefully took the jacket he hung around his chair and handed it over to Y/N. Y/N’s face looked astonished.

“Oooh, what a gentleman. I won’t say no to this,” she smiled and nonchalantly put Jay’s jacket on her shoulders, without putting her arms in the sleeves. Jay tried his best not to blush.

They continued to carry the conversation for what felt like hours, occasionally glancing out the window to check if the rain had stopped. When it did, Y/N excused herself to go to the restrooms, and by the time she got back to their table, Jay claimed he had already paid.

“How much do I owe you?” Y/N reached for her wallet in her bag. Jay shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Y/N took Jay’s jacket off of her and handed it back to him. “By any chance, are you wearing Jazz Club?”

Jay’s eyes widened in shock and Y/N found it so funny that she laughed.

“You recognize the scent?” Jay sniffed his jacket, not realizing he did have a faint smell of the perfume he sprayed on last night.

“It’s a memorable one,” Y/N grabbed her bag and hung it on her shoulder. “It suits you.”

Jay could not muster a thank-you so he just smiled really wide. They both stood up to exit the bakery and as they were about to walk out, Jay held the door open for Y/N.

“How are you going to get back home?” He asked, leaving the door to close behind him.

Y/N started walking carefully, looking up to the sky making sure the rain really had stopped. “I’m just going to take the subway. There’s a station nearby.”

“Do you want to walk there together?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Are you taking the subway too?”

“No, the company car.”

For some reason, Jay’s eyes looked hopeful, but Y/N did not want to make him walk all the way when she knew he had to go the opposite direction of her.

“It’s okay. Thanks for the offer, though.”

They stopped walking to say goodbye but Jay looked unsure. There was a brief silence before Y/N shifted her stance and Jay finally spoke up.

Fuck it.

“When can I see you again?”

By this time Jay was almost a hundred percent sure that Y/N already knew what his intentions were. He just hoped she was open to it. Open to him.

“Uhm,” Y/N sounded unsure. She took her phone out and checked the calendar. “Next week on Tuesday or Thursday, maybe? What do you have in mind?”

To take you out on a date.

“There’s this new restaurant that my dad wants me to test out before we go there for a family dinner,” Jay lied. He applauded himself for finding a legit excuse fast enough before Y/N got suspicious. “Would you go with me?”

Y/N chuckled. “What, Heeseung and the others are busy?”

“They all have individual schedules,” Jay answered, not missing a beat.

Y/N nodded in what seemed to be defeat. Or relief?

“Text me the address and time, I’ll meet you there,” Y/N said as she added the appointment to her calendar.

“I’ll just pick you up at 7. Tuesday.”

Jay was observing Y/N’s facial expressions more intently than before, and he is certain that she was trying to hold in a smile. She was looking down to her phone.

But she’s biting her lip.

“Sounds perfect,” she looked up and her eyes met his. She smiled. Jay saw an imaginary green light right in front of him.

“I’ll see you then,” he said as he nodded. Y/N nodded back and waved a little before turning around and walking away.

Jay almost did a happy dance when Y/N turned back and shouted, “Thanks for the drink and cake!”

He let out a sigh of relief, not noticing how long he was holding his breath. He checked the time on his phone.

Three hours and a half. A new record he wished to break for their next meeting.

-END-

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[mixedkid-matchup]

you do not have to answer this!! I'm using you to confess my dubious feelings for the Percy Jackson series bc you also expressed like some weird feelings about it, and I kind of thought the series was untouchable bc of how much everyone I see fawns over it, and I have GOT to get this off my chest to someone who might get what I'm saying. But I have major issues with the writing/premise/series bc it's just feels so deeply colonized and it's bothered me since it FIRST came out and everyone in middle school and high school was reading it and teachers were assigning it. Like the whole premise for the Greek gods being in the US is that they follow Western "progress" and it completely disregards all the amazing things Indigenous did and our way of life, and also removes the importance of place-based culture for both Greek stories and Native peoples (like okay all the Greek stuff moved to the U.S. but wth happened to all our spiritual figures?? The story completelya cts like Native people weren't here and didn't have complex beliefs and ways of life connected to the land, and the gods were just free to take over here with no issues). As a mixed Indigenous kid it just rubs me wrong in all the worst ways and the academic systems love affair with Greek and Roman stuff and Rick Riordan's sheer popularity has been forcing this stuff in my face foreveeeerrrr 😭😭 I was surprised to see your tags about the fandom being weird before too tho since I don't interact with it, so I hope you don't mind this ask and just know I kinda feel the same way!! Ok thanks bye sorry for the rant.

BRO I HAVE HAD THIS RANT ON HAND FOR A LONG TIME ITS OKAY!!!!!!!!!

I THINK IF HEARD ABOUT THIS ACTUALLY. but you explained it way better. like when i first read percy jackson ok fine i was 11, i obviously caught onto the ableism and such but i did not catch onto this until i thought about it when i got older. you're super right. the whole thing about ww2 being caused by demigods was the weirdest shit ever i literally did not remember reading it until i read lightning thief again last year. why did hitler need to be child of hades. THAT IS QUITE LITERALLY HOW PERCY DESCRIBES HADES WHEN HE SEES HIM. LOOKING LIKE HITLER. then what you're saying how they move with the places that are the most progressive and basically take over..... like it's just ..... incredibly misplaced and insensitive.

but about the fandom being weird (its literally encouraged by riordan's book tbh), in heroes of olympus, hazel is a black girl from lousiana in the 1930s?? or 40s idk anyways i think she dies and then nico brings her back. whatever, everyone draws her lightskin and with orange hair, and super skinny, (which she's from louisana. shes darkskin and does not have "caramel" hair i hate white men sometimes.) and shes like 13 btw and in a relationship with frank whos like 16. weird as hell and everyone thinks theyre so sweet. and also rick cannot write meaningful young women. and especially not girls of color. like its WEIRD how piper is portrayed as some pick me girl she constantly feels the need to express shes not like the Aphrodite girls. and rick had to make it weird with aphrodite anyway by making them a whole stereotype of snobby boys and girls who love putting on makeup. they had drew, an asian girl & counselor of aphrodite, straight up mean to piper bc she likes jason. like for no other reason. drew only wants to participate and go on the quest because of jason. and other stereotypes like making leo, latine, be super flirty.

and lets really talk about how annoying annabeth was about the blondes are dumb stereotype because, girl we can talk about misogyny and people not letting you do things because of it, but lets also talk about how you are TWELVE, and the blonde stereotype is tired. i never liked annabeth, she was really tone deaf as someone whos half black. OH AND FRANK. they had this weird ass arc where they implied he was fat because of lack of confidence? like when he got confident he, lost weight... because of a blessing of mars? i dont even know.

like as i get older its more and more annoying to see it. i literally rolled my eyes when i saw rick talking about colorblind casting when people got mad about annabeth. he could of said anything else. how this could reconceptualize annabeth's arc around misogyny and now racism. and purposely alter her character to fit this new black annabeth. but no. people treat colorblind casting as a pinnacle of progressiveness.

#theres probably other stuff i didnt hit like the way the girls are literally fighting over jason for no reason #anyway in carter and sadie's situation its more of. like. no research. #like sure genetics are crazy but like. sadie is not gonna have straight blonde hair #shes not gonna have blue eyes 9/10 #and people are WEIRD ABOUT IT #draw her with brown eyes and tan skin and curls before i lose my mind #also again. shes like 13 and in a relationship with a 16 yr old #its so weird how they make the black girls in weird age difference relationships #also. how carter is drawn with black features and brown skin and curly hair but they dont extend that to his sister. #its weird. why do black girls have to be lightskin. #mixed matchup tag

[fallout--alley--youth--zone]

Name Symbolism in Gone

Sam Temple

Samuel's story in the Bible is actually kind of interesting.* He was the first of the prophets and the last of the judges (not a king, no idea where MG got that from), promised to God before he was even born and obedient to Him until the moment he died. He appointed two kings of Israel: King Saul, who was eventually diagraced, and the humble King David**, though he died before David was actually made king.

Does this mean anything in relation to the Sam Temple we know and love? I don't know. It could be alluding to Sam's more hands-off approach in the later books, but more likely MG just picked a random name from the Hebrew Bible because Jewish(TM).

*Disclaimer: I am an atheist who was raised by an atheist who was also raised by an atheist. I know nothing about the Bible, or really any religion for that matter. My information regarding this may not be entirely accurate. Also, I may explain Bible stuff that's common knowledge to you because it's all new to me. This is not me being stupid or talking down to you. Thank you.

**Random bolding helps me focus. Ditto for all the bright colors. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause.***

***footnoting my own writing is really really fun.

Caine Soren / "David Temple"

Caine's name symbolism is more obvious. Cain, humanity's first murderer, who killed his own brother with a rock. Most likely this name was chosen because it sounded cool and edgy while also alluding to his connection with Sam. I do wonder what was going through Caine's adoptive parents' heads when they named him. Eh, white people gonna white people.

Caine's last name is kind of interesting. It's of Scandinavian descent (sources differ on what specifically, most likely Norwegian or Danish) and means "stern, strict, severe". It's particularly interesting to me that this is the family name. Perhaps alluding to the Soren family's attitude toward their adopted son? I guess we'll never know.

King David (the same David who slew Goliath) was a harpist brought to King Saul by Samuel. He grew up to be a great general, and Saul grew paranoid that David was plotting to kill them. To simplify things: David defeated Saul and became King, had an affair with a married woman, killed her husband, and had a son with her (Solomon).

What significance does this have to Caine's story? None that I can see. I think that Connie gave him a good, strong name in hopes that he would grow up to be good and strong. Maybe Caine was a particularly small or weak child and so she named him after David, the boy who defeated a giant and became King. But that’s all conjecture. Again, the most likely explanation is that MG just plucked a random name from the Hebrew Bible because Jewish(TM).

Drake Merwin

Drake's name is actually really funny. Drake means "dragon" or "snake" and Merwin means either "mariner" or "friend of the sea". I choose to believe that this is a reference to his Whip Arm (because it. it looks like a snake,, perhaps even a sea serpent?). If it is, then it's hilarious and MG is a comedic genius. If it isn't, then it's a hell of a coincidence.

Diana Ladris

As far as I can tell, the name "Ladris" doesnt exist. MG made it up. It may have faintly Greek or Italian origins, which makes sense as Diana was the Roman goddess of the moon and fertility (possibly the Roman interpretation of Artemis? Idk im not a historian I just had a Percy Jackson phase). I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be a reference to Diana's precociousness. At least she wasn’t named Mary! Speaking of which...

Mary Terrafino

Yeah, Mary's is pretty obvious. Mother Mary, Martyr Mary, etc. As far as I can tell Terrafino is of Italian origin, but I can't find a meaning.

Astrid Ellison

So the name Astrid itself comes from Old Norse and means "divinely beautiful". I don't know if this was on purpose but I believe Astrid's name works on three levels: first, referencing her religiosity; second, sounding similar to "asteroid" and thus alluding to her power (that MG completely forgot about after the first book :')); and third, referencing Astrid Hofferson, who just so happens to both look very similar to our Astrid Ellison (white teen girl with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a ferocious personality) and share a name with her.

I don't believe Ellison has any special secret meaning, but it comes from an Old Welsh name meaning "kind, benevolent" which I think is nice :)

Peter "Little Pete" Ellison

Similarly to Astrid, I'm not quite sure if the name Peter has any special meaning. The name itself means "stone", and if we follow MG's trend of using Biblical names, then it might be a reference to Saint Peter. It's a bit of a stretch, but this could be a reference to Little Pete going metaphysically toe-to-toe with the Gaiaphage from page one, possibly even before the FAYZ (Peter was the first disciple that Jesus revealed himself to). It could even be a reference to his death: martyred at the hands of a mad tyrant (Peter was crucified by Nero).

Edilio Escobar

Idk if it means anything particularly but Edilio's name is so poetic. It's Greek and means "he who is like a statue". I'm 95% sure MG just picked a random Latino-sounding name but damn he was so right with this one. Edilio: so perfect, so tragic. Like a statue.

Lana Arwen Lazar

I also really like that he has name alliteration, it makes him sound like a superhero (as he deserves!). I'm pretty sure the only other character that has that is Brianna*.

*EDIT: And Lana!

We know that Lana's first & middle names are a reference to comic book characters, but not enough people talk about her last name. In the Bible, Lazarus was brought back to life by Jesus--but considering that Lana's parents are apparently giant nerds, this is probably not a reference to the Bible but to the "Lazarus pit". In DC comics, Lazarus pit is basically a giant pit of mysterious green ooz that brings people back to life. Its side effects? White hair and green eyes.* So Lana's last name may be alluding to the Gaiaphage and the hold it has over her: it killed her and brought her back to life, but it changed her. Considering the Gaiaphage has brought people back to life before, it's not too far-fetched.

*Disclaimer: I know this because of fanfiction. It may not be entirely accurate.

Charles "Orc" Merriman

Orc's name obviously has a lot of symbolism behind it. First he's figuratively seen as a monster, then he's literally seen as a monster. Throughout the series we continuously see this dichotomy between "Orc"--the bully, brute, drunkard, rock monster--and "Charles"--the child in desperate need of help.

Pretty sure his last name was just MG having a laugh since this kid is anything but "merry".

Dekka Talent

Dekka the. The. Don't make me say it.

Brianna Berenson

Howard Bassem

Brianna means something like "good, strong, noble" which tracks. Berenson just means "son of Ber" and I can't find a meaning for that so idk.

EDIT: Brianna's name having alliteration is probably on purpose, since it makes her sound more superhero-y.

It rhymes with coward lmao

Bassem is an Arabic name meaning "smile". I'd have to check and see exactly what book his surname is mentioned in, but honestly the first thing I thought of when I saw it was The Paragraph(TM).*

*idk what it is word-for-word but it's smth like "Howard just looked up at me with that crooked smile of his and said 'I'm always behind you, big guy'".

Duck Zhang

He just wanted a pool :(

Hunter Lefkowitz

His name is Hunter and he. he hunts.

Lefkowitz may or may not mean "lion" and if it does then :(

All the other characters' names either don't have a meaning that I can see (i.e, Albert, Brittney, Quinn, etc.) or have a very obviously stated meaning (i.e, Gaia, Sanjit, etc.).

#MG's naming really is so on the nose. #mother mary. hunter the hunter. howard the coward. drake the snake. dekka the dy- #(i think im allowed to make this joke as i am Black & also a lesbian.) #MG really went ham on that religious symbolism huh. #gone series #sam temple #caine soren #astrid ellison #drake merwin #little pete #little pete ellison #edilio escobar #lana arwen lazar #diana ladris #dekka talent #howard bassem #charles merriman

[trickstarbrave]

20 Questions for Writers

i got tagged by @throughtrialbyfire !!! idk who wants to be tagged though so if you see it. you can do it too :]

ill also answer under a read more

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

572,669. i have a disease that makes me incapable of shutting up

3. What fandoms do you write for?

i write for TES right now tbh but i've also written for yugioh and fire emblem three houses

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Consequences (fe3h) 1,483 Our Den (fe3h) 1,244 The Secrets We Share to Those We Love (MHA) 946 The World Eater's Eyrie (skyrim) 666 (LMAOOOOO nice) Alduin's Bane (skyrim) 569 (also nice)

5. Do you respond to comments?

god i try to. i love getting comments i just sometimes dont know what to say. i try to stay on top of reading them and responding if i can. if i havent replied to ur comment. i am stupid.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

most of my fics dont have endings tbh. i have either never finished them or they are just nice little one shots. however Siblings (fe3h) with twin byleths where one kills the other was pretty angsty ngl

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhh this is a problem yet again where most of mine are just happy little one shots or are unfinished. but i think To Walk the World with You Again (morrowind) is very happy. it hurts a lot in the beginning but ends with a happy loving reunion :>

8. Do you get hate on fics?

the closest i got was someone saying on Consequences (fe3h) that it shouldnt be tagged as M/M and instead M/F bc byleth was trans but other ppl ripped into them. i havent gotten rly terrible hate since fanfiction.net

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

all the time. i think i am primarily a smut author if im being honest. i just wanna watch my blorbos bone. as for what kind uhhhhh theres multiple kinds????

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i dont think i have. i am just boring tbh

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

again not that i know of but if anyone wants to i wouldnt be against it

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

YES the cannibal au for 5ds with my lil bro. i still think abt that au all the time tbh. it was angsty. it was dramatic. it was complicated. it was filled with hard moral dilemmas and gods with non-human morality and a lot of mythology shit. sad we never finished it tbh but life was getting hectic.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

i dont know. rn i think its nerevoryn but trickstarshipping (where i got my url namesake from) still holds a special place in my heart <3)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ghosts of the Past (svsss). i really do like the story and had a bunch of it planned out mentally. qinghua's father was going to disown him when qinghua was going to tell him he was dating mobei and refused to hear qinghua out, there was gonna be drama with qinghua's family too where his dad says he firmly believes qinghua is actually the son of his identical twin brother who had an affair with qinghua's mother (his father was already cheating on his mom and she was wrong to do that, but no he is in fact the child of his bio-dad even being disowned). they then spend a summer vacation living together getting an apartment, go visit his uncle, and qinghua learns to enjoy his creative passions while finishing his degree with mobei and shen yuan's help, etc etc

the ending was going to be at a christmas party where qinghua's father catches a glimpse of qinghua at a company party. his wife (qinghua's former step-mother and the revealed mother of qinghua's half siblings rather than step siblings like qinghua grew up believing) thinks hes here to crash the party only for them to see he's there as mobei's boyfriend. his dad then tries to get in good with mobei who just brushes him off with "ah right, i know you. you're qinghua's uncle (since he refused to believe he is actually qinghua's father and it must be his twin brother he resented for being artistic and sensitive). i didnt think you were that close, why are you bothering me?"

qinghua goes on to be an accountant at the company, pretty high up too, and his father ends up quitting out of embarrassment and mobei being especially hard on him once he takes over for the company. he also continues to write his trashy novel while he and mobei plan to get married.

but tbh. i have morrowind brainworms. idk if i will ever finish it. sucks that one of the few stories i had all planned out with cdrama levels of bullshit i was really looking forward to going ham on i lost my motivation for when my hyperfixation changed.

i also wanna finish alduin's bane. i have a lot planned for that i could also spend an insane amount of time explaining. im hoping that the motivation for that one comes back though rather than me simply saying i probably wont finish it

16. What are your writing strengths?

i dont know 🧍‍♂️ if anyone wants to tell me i would appreciate it. i think it is like. i am primarily a romance author so i like working on dialogue, character interaction, stuff like that. ive also gotten compliments on my world building but idk if thats just my ideas or how i write them into the world.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i feel like i struggle with pacing and motivation. as well as stuff like war tactics and full on battles. again i write mostly romance i dont know why i torture myself with stories about war

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

its very hard. ive seen ppl do it well but i find it difficult to read bc i am stupid. even with notes and flicking back and forth i feel like its a struggle to understand even if the goal was to obfuscate the meaning from the audience as well. usually i just do another language in bold font and make it clear the characters are speaking another language. but honestly do whatever you want forever

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i think it was in fact yugioh. i had ocs and daydreamed up storylines but i dont think i really sat down to write a fic until i was 12-13 and was writing a tendershipping fic in one of my notebooks at school lol

20. Favorite fic you've written?

tie between Alduin's Bane and Moon and Star. i love my long ass TES fics where i just go ham and play around with the world building and mythology. its a lot of fun and i feel like ive gotten to be very creative in the setting and make something unique and fun with the storylines given in both skyrim and morrowind

thanks for the tag <3 this was a lot of fun and thank u for reading if you did

#writing #tag #sorry for the fe3h jumpscares

[agp]

i dont know how to share my confidence on anything honestly around here you know how it is. but its over. we won tabarnac. the communists win. i told opirg today. you dont need to dig very far to see how game over it is. we have world peace by christmas and i believe it for real. gg guys.

peace and love on planet ottawa! peace and love on turtle island! peace and love in palestine! we have negotiation tables in qatar again monday morning!! did that 20 million year old fossil in washington need a slap from his buddy justin or did this not even need to happen?

there are a lot of doors everywhere. there are a lot of keys everywhere. people love to just leave their keys everywhere, especially still in the ignition in this stupid city and im the biggest thief here. de toute facon comme jte disais..

the iron dome has security measures. i have good reason to believe i am aware of a particular security vulnerabilty on the israeli side and ive been telling everyone to change their passwords forever you know how crazy it is out there.

i shared a particular code with an antizionist mensch that has been coming to the solidarity demonstrations held every weekend in ottawa since netenyahu and his genocidal regime escalated the situation to a war months ago last october. i shared other strategic victory plans with the pym and they all know where to find each other.

ill go bug embassy security about nonsense at 3am on my way back from the bar if anyones around. its warm as shit out here this month idk they might be out for a smoke or something. its not like the palestinians have much of an equivalent but im in the market so yall know exactly where i wanna go.

long story but my favourite tree in town survived the two years of peace i gave canada and the rest of the world from my bullshit! i think qatar or some other gulf state is building its embassy around it. i want to convince them to save this thing and integrate it into their design so bad. her name is grandmother acab!! forreal guys. if theres another close favourite its the apple tree near the aviation museum that fruits like a maniac. im just too shy to bug the ppl at city hall about it if they already offered it to another gulf state in that alley (the japanese and south korean embassies arent far either, its just behind global affairs lmao).

i wanted to play more concerts in that field with my friends. as far as i can tell mitski and lady lamb are interested in playing there again. i need to hit them up when shit gets less crazy again. i dont even know if they realized this was communist bullshit and theyre americans lmao.

its been left to fallow for sooo long and its one of my favourite spots in town. ive offered to kill suicidal friends there before idk. its very sacred to me. and im so glad the bulldozing hasnt started yet really. the shit they did down by the marina and the path down to the kichi zibi (ottawa/great river) from the north end of lowertown hurt me sooo much my god. i was scared i lost so much more behind the mint too dear lord.

sorry for making the good news so long and silly tonight. i need to hustle more responsibly lol. ily all. if i dont see you again good morning good afternoon and goodnight bozos! this truman show with the rcmp bugging my life needs to stop already. check out lady lamb! sound of the summer!

with solidarity and friendship,

audrey, jeanne, and friends

miigwetch

#dottawa au fins fonds des univers: merci désolé & bella ciao ✌️

[kalrein]

#01. pretty hot vampire brothers

entry #1: diabolik lovers I, 27.07.23

well diabolik lovers is... very interesting.. the start was pretty alright yet messy. i first watched it when i was younger and I WAS FASCINATED. my thirst for vampires started with this and bram stoker's dracula like holy shit, they were so hot??!

the story starts with yui komori moving into the sakamaki household and thinking some dude (ayato sakamaki) was dead cuz ya know, no vitals and shit. and oh my gooodd???!! he was alive the whole time because plot twist he's a vampire. the whole family was summoned, yui found out they we're all vampires and being the christian she was she thought that crucifixes can kill vampires. but nope the typical cross, garlic and sunshine doesn't affect vampires in this universe. then later in the series we find out that she's a sacrificial bride for these brothers to suck on like leaches. (poor yui)

in the end, i don't know if she became a vampire or still remain a human being with her waking up after stabbing herself after getting possessed by ayato's, laito's and kanato's hot mom that is named cordelia.

the hot mom cordelia was having an affair with the sakamaki brother's uncle, richter. ehhh richter was okay, he was hot but like he didn't stick out to me. richter's brother and also the sakamaki brother's father, karlheinz is waaay more hotter, i know where the brothers got their looks from.

entry #2: diabolik lovers II, 28.07.23

the introduction of 4 new vampires (actually 6) got me pretty excited but to only find out that it's just gonna be the same situation as the sakamaki brothers. im honestly not surprised..

though they address yui as eve and they gotta suck our poor mc's blood to be adam. at the start of the series, they got in a car accident but of course they're still alive. turns out the cause of this accident was because of the newly introduced mukami brothers, they also attend the same night school the gang is going to.

and oh my god they kidnapped yui. so like the sakamaki brothers thought she ran away and is going to come back to the house but lmao okay,, meanwhile the mukami brothers like their predecessor treat yui like shiiit!!! but like no matter what household she goes to she'll just suffer the same thing of getting uhh sucked by vampires.

oh yeah, the mukami brothers aren't actually brothers but they get along so much better than the sakamaki brothers who are ACTUALLY related to one another. also unlike the sakamaki brothers, they aren't born a vampire they were turned into one.

okay fast forward --- ayato goes to the mukami's household for yui, yui comes back to the sakamaki household but came back right away to the mukami household because oh nooo!!! they got attacked by wolves and ruki got the most damage to the point he's bedridden. ALSO THE INTERACTION BETWEEN ASUZA AND KANATO IS LITERALLY GOLD I COULD NOT GET IT OUT MY MIND!!!

and yay more new vampires and they want yui (not surprised) this time they're called the founders and uhh idk i didn't really watched their part but okay, new hot vampires

entry #3: my honest reaction + conclusion

okay so reverse harem but the mc is submissive..? okay greaat.. i feel really bad and annoyed by yui by her actions. eh i get that she's getting sucked by vampires to the point of dying due to loss of blood, but like.. why does she feel like she's indebted to vampires by attending and caring for them? like girl, they kidnapped you and treat you like shit and literal livestock. but okay, she's the mc

well despite yui being like that, i look forward to the series. on season 2, the story was quite more intense and complex due to the introduction of new characters and the recent storyline, i think its dope.

this series isn't that much of a must watch but when i finished the series it made me wanna play the games.. curiosity hits hard. its a good show and recommendable if you want to watch vampire esque series like these.

also this series is really short, 12 episodes per seasons and each episode got like 14 minutes, you can finish this within a day or two if you got nothing good to do like me ueue

i got nothing more to say, and if you made it this far to read this little review -- thanks a looottt!!!! see you at the next review :D

#diabolik lovers #anime #vampires #game #anime and manga #diabolik brothers #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #shu sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #kou mukami #ruki mukami #azusa mukami #yuma mukami #mukami brothers

[genericpuff]

Good luck handling Hera and Zeus as characters, as I feel extremely disappointed on how Rachel choice to write them, despite both of them having more interesting plot points than the main couple, their only positive scenes it’s whenever they ship PxH.

Also how Rachel choose to write Hera’s s@x7al trauma was weird…as first she was in love with Hades but Zeus manipulated her to stay with him, but then she slept with Kronos to poison him, however then she was killed and then revived…scarring her for all eternity…then she was again manipulated by Zeus to marry him over Hades, BUT she cheated with Zeus with Hades…then Hera choice to give Zeus ANOTHER chance despite feeling unhappy and frustrated with their marriage to the point of becoming an Alcholic in order to cope…it’s rather sad lifestyle but we never get to explore her properly outside of small parts in the storyline…despite her mistakes mirroring a lot of Persephone’s actions regarding Apollo.

Anyway, your art and writing are great and I hope you have a nice day or night, depending on which time you are reading this.

omg thank you for the luck LOL Honestly, I feel like I'm just gonna handle them how they were practically meant to be handled - neither one of them is going to be 'worse' than the other, Hera will be just as morally questionable in her vengeance against the women that Zeus sleeps with as Zeus is for sleeping with them in the first place (especially when it's other gods from her own court).

IDK, I just think it would be neat to do something with Hera's devotion and ambition as Queen of the Gods and how her own loyalty and devotion as a wife of Zeus leads her to do some really messed up things or "miss the forest for the trees", so to speak. Loyalty can come at a cost, after all, if it's allowed to become corrupt. I'd love to see some kind of scenario where Hera confronts, say, Leto, and pegs her as the source of all her marriage problems, only for her to realize Leto's been just as hurt by Zeus' infidelity as Hera. That it's not the fault of Zeus' victims, that these very same victims should be supporting each other, not tearing each other down.

If I do keep the whole Hades and Hera affair thing, it'll definitely be done with fault pointed at both sides, but especially Hades. It drives me nuts how the comic refuses to cast responsibility onto Hades for all of his bullshit - and how Persephone is painted as the bad guy for being "jealous" when really, Hades' behavior is just one loooooong red flag stretching back millennia that she should be paying more attention to. Just like Hera hyperfocusing on the mistresses rather than Zeus, Persephone is paying too much attention to Hera and Minthe and not enough at the common denominator in both these situations - and that's Hades.

Hera I'm willing to give a little more forgiveness in this scenario because, while she is participating in an affair, she's also in a lot more of a dire situation than Hades, being devoted by marriage to a man that doesn't respect her and likely wouldn't make it easy for her to leave. Hades is single, reigns over his own domain as the only ruler, and is reliant on no one else but himself - he has a lot less to lose than Hera if shit hits the fan and it's frankly disgusting that he doesn't realize that, Hera is yet another one of the women in his life whose life could be ruined by being involved with him, right alongside Persephone and Minthe.

Unfortunately, instead of the story focusing on Hera's trauma from her perspective or her current situation, or even having Hades realize the obvious power dynamic he keeps setting up in his favor, it's often reducing it down to plot progression (like when Hades' trauma dumps her story on her behalf without her knowing all so he can segue into some story about how he became King) and at worst, turning her into some tool for deception with sex at the forefront. It really reduces her down to nothing more than an object to be used by men, even if it's for the 'greater good'.

Honestly, it makes me realize just how more messed up it is when you think about it. Minthe is (was) financially dependent on him and was terrified she'd lose her home and job if they ever broke up. Persephone is now tied to his domain and cut off her relationships with her family/friends/support network to be with him and likely couldn't leave him even if she wanted to. And now Hera, who is married to a man who would likely ruin her life if he found out about the affair FAR worse than he could ruin Hades'.

In all three scenarios, Hades has virtually nothing to lose while the women have everything to lose, but he hooks up with them anyways and makes them dependent on him in one way or another, whether its his money, his power, or his silence.

Anyways, that turned into a tangent, but yeah, I'm excited to try and tackle Hera and Zeus, I think they're the only other couple besides H x P and Eros and Psyche I really wanna focus on in Rekindled (as others I will be focusing on a bit less as I don't feel like they're in any way relevant to the core theming of LO.) All of these couples very much serve as parallels or foils to one another, they're all love stories written with tragedy in mind in some form or another and the cost of what it means to devote yourself to another person. They deserve to be treated with respect and nuance.

Thank you for the kind words, I can't wait to bring y'all more of my rewrites/art <3

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #AMA

[littlerosette]

I’d love to hear about your original stories! Whatever you wanna share about them ❤️

oh god i have so many😭 most of them are still half-formed and mostly ~vibes~ but i’m gonna count them! to make things simple, im going to refer to them as basic words/phrases because they don’t have titles.

ancient greece story: probably my oldest. i don’t know if you guys have noticed by now, but im a Huge history buff, especially for antiquity. i adore ancient history (notably the greeks, mesopotamians, egyptians, etc). that period of time has an almost mystical quality to it that i love because there are so many unknowns, but ANYWAY! this idea is basically my spin on twelfth night by william shakespeare but in ancient greece (originally conceptualized to be in athens but they were so comedically restrictive of women that i might have to reasses😭). so, a scholastic, noble woman takes the place of her twin brother to pursue an education that’s been banned from her to receive. she’s disguised herself as a boy to do so and ends up forming a connection with a male student she meets there. at some point, he finds out that she’s a woman and takes it upon himself to pursue her. this causes a lot of angst for her. basically, it’s an academic rivals to lovers romcom set in ancient greece lol. idk if it’s too silly for the time period but i’m really intrigued by how romance could happen in a place where gender roles are just So restrictive and absolute.

character names: lysander (25) & elaina (19)

jaws of the lamb: y’all should probably be pretty familiar with this. i think it’s my best idea so far. it was originally conceptualized as an eremika fic (which it might still end up becoming. anyway) but i like the idea of it being it’s own story as well. anyway, it’s the final girl trope but spun as a twisted love story. a young woman meets and unwittingly falls in love with a serial killer who’s been terrorizing their college campus. the format is non-linear, often going from past to present until they both meet in the middle. the present is the aftermath of the killings where the murderer has already been arrested. the past is them falling in love and the grand reveal of the killer’s identity (along with the slashy-horror of a final girl confrontation). i also think of the story as a metaphor for addiction with all of its highs, lows, and periods of intense shame.

characters: christiana | christy (24) & aaron (24)

hot for priest: apologies going forward but i was raised catholic, so. this is what i have written on the doc for the plot: After experiencing the death of her mother, a young woman meets a priest at her old Church that used to be a close childhood friend of hers. Despite her being engaged, things swiftly descend into chaos as they embark on an emotional affair that ruins all of their lives. (ngl i also like this as an everlark fic).

background to this: i’ve read a couple priest romances at this point and been largely dissatisfied with many of them. i know that priests have become like firefighters at this point in that they’re jobs that become fantasy fuel for women, but i’m a little annoyed by how many priest “romances” focus solely on smut instead of romance. i like good smut as much as any other girl, but i often find it hollow if there’s not a story/relationship that i’m really rooting for. i also think a lot of writers forsake the inevitable catholic guilt in service of more smut, which is a missed opportunity imo and not even mutually exclusive. i always kind of roll my eyes when we get to the sex and the priest is like some kind of kinky dominant who makes a round last five hours and doesn’t care that he broke one of the most sacred vows of his job, which is to Not fuck. catholic guilt and shame is very fun for me to think about conceptually, so i’m a little bummed it’s not used more. this story is ALL catholic guilt and romance. this is also why fleabag is one of my favorite shows. it doesn’t shy away from the conflict of a man choosing between god and love. the thorn birds is also great in this respect.

characters: naomi (28) & peter (31).

death’s the lover: NOT an original story but i did come up with original names if i ever fixed the story up enough to publish.

characters: hina antanova (22) & ilya kaverin (22)

(i even came up with different physical descriptions for them lol).

thank you for this question! i love explaining this stuff. please feel free to ask me about any of them!

#original stories #asks #writing #my writing

[thisselflovecamebacktome]

How’s the 911 of it all going

It's going well. I've been binging (because I do not know how to watch a show normally rip) for most of yesterday and today and just finished 2x10. First impressions are as follows:

Abby was my favourite and the most relatable (as someone who is also a carer to their mother) character of season 1 and I miss her dearly. Idk if this is unpopular but I am surprised (derogatory) that the Abby/Buck story gone on as long as it has. I think it started well as a 'they were both looking for something that the other encompassed in theory but not necessarily looking for each other in reality' story but I really thought that after a bit it was going to end up with them realising they worked better as friends and then having Abby leave for her adventure.

Athena is the character that has grown most on me. While obviously it was rough for her and I sympathise with that, it took a bit to get over feeling like she was making Michael's coming out about herself while trying to say that it was for the family, even long after the children had accepted it. But that is coming from a spot where myself and a lot of queer people I know had our coming out either delayed or otherwise altered by others making it about themselves so I understand that that is in part a me problem. Her trying to solve all of the cold cases because of that little girl that went missing when she was a child is so interesting and I imagine that will come back later in the series which I'm excited for.

On the note of Athena and Michael, I understand that Bobby is a main character but I do wish they'd put as much, or at least more, focus on Michael's relationship. Like even with the homecoming photos, they got Michael's partner to take the photo so Bobby could be in it rather than someone else so they both could be.

I was surprised Eddie didn't show up until season 2. It's also lowkey hilarious that he acted like he had an 'affair' with his wife. Like I get that they were estranged but yeah it was just funny. Overall I think he's my favourite male character and I love the family dynamic between him, his aunt, his grandmother and Christopher.

It was also hilarious that I thought we were getting a rivals/enemies to lovers story for all of about 2 seconds with Buck/Eddie before Buck was p much like "actually no I am in love with this man" (Maddie saying "does this mancrush mean that you're over Abby?" took me out because older sisters always know lmao).

I want to wrap Maddie up in a bubble and never let anyone touch her again. Like I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable but as someone who came from a background of domestic violence and has had to escape another (friendship) situation of abuse, god she is so relatable and I just love her. Like I would go to war for any of these characters but especially her.

As a whole, I was wary about starting this show knowing that it was a Ryan Murphy and Brad Falchuk project because the last thing I watched of theirs was Glee and well... let's just leave it with we all know how off the rails that went. But so far this feels fairly stable. I was surprised to find as a whole it wasn't one fire/crime/emergency of the week but typically 3. I think this has its pros and cons and admittedly I do think it works best when they all intertwine like the earthquake episode did, but it's something different and I applaud them for that. I also feel like everything has good setup, even the 'little' things. Like sure at face value May saying "Everyone at school will know" when Michael comes out can be seen as her making it about herself and being worried about the unrealised potential of bullying but when you find out that it's just another thing she can be bullied over and that the bullying already was that bad, it makes total sense that that's where mind went.

Anyway this has become super long but the TLDR is that I'm enjoying it and interested in where it could go.

#911 #911 spoilers #(to be safe. i know s1 and 2 have been out for a while but i'm sure there's people on my dash who haven't seen it lmao)

[softquietsteadylove]

HI ITS ME AGAIN. So I have this idea where the Eternals would take a bath after every fight with a Deviant and there's these women who are dying to help Gilgamesh to clean himself (he's the famous one, because it's in Babylon + i want to see how envy Kingo is😂) and Gilgamesh declined their help so some women went off and there's this idk maybe a princess?? a queen?? (my idea here is she's more than just a maiden whatsoever) that really likes Gilgamesh and insisting on helping him to clean. Other Eternals will leave too and Gilgamesh asked Druig for help he was like 'cmon man, control her mind' and then Druig will be just chucklin' with others leaving him alone with that woman. And then...Thena barged in on the place and Gilgamesh was like 'let me explain first', she didn't mind Gilgamesh at first and had a very little intimidating argument with the woman and shooing her away while slowly taking her robe and walking onto Gilgamesh (who is freaking out I imagined him turning around giving some respect for Thena but ya know what will happen neeeEEEeext😂😂😂😂).

Woah this might be spicy but yeah this is the idea and I trust you with all my life. Thank you so much!!!

"Girls, please."

Gilgamesh sighed, holding his hands in the air above him as the shrine maidens flocked to him upon their re-entry to the main temple. He looked at Druig. "Come on, man!"

Druig just snorted, walking right past Gil in favour of his own hot bath, dusting himself off on the way. "Yer on y'own, mate."

"Druig!" But it was no good, the mind reader was already on the way to one of the many baths, surely hot and filled with herbs and flowers after another hard battle.

The Thinkers were better off than the Fighters, of course. Gil was still covered in his fair share of blood and wiry muscle fibre. Ikaris had some entrails caked onto him from his habit of flying through them at terminal velocity.

Thena wasn't necessarily spotless, but she was as beautiful as always.

"Really, I'm fine," Gil insisted, using the entrance of his partner to slip away from the masses.

Thena let only a hint of a smile show as he fell in step with her. She tossed a chunk of flesh off her arm as they walked. "They are eager to please their hero."

"It's Sprite's stories," Gil chuckled, eager to dismiss the idolatry.

"Not entirely," she smiled at him more clearly now. "It was you that defeated the Bull, and countless others before it. You are the Strongest of us."

Gilgamesh blushed.

"Besides," Thena raised a brow as she headed off to another of the bath halls, "it is funny to see Kingo jealous of your popularity."

Gil just nodded, seeing her off as he headed into his own hall. The human baths of Babylon were still public affairs, but one of the few upsides to being worshipped like gods was the privacy they were afforded for things like this. Of course, they could always go shower on the Domo, but the massive, luxurious baths were nice.

Sersi and Ikaris liked to use them for other reasons, and sometimes Gil got the impression that maybe Makkari and Druig did too.

"Shall I assist, Great One?"

"Shit!" Gil cursed, nearly jumping out of his skin as he entered the bath hall and did not find himself alone. He was glad he had only dispelled the chest plate of his armour as of yet, still technically clothed underneath. "Huh?"

The Head Priestess rose from her seat at the back of the room, beside the heated fountain filling the bath, sloshing around herbs and water lilies. She walked slowly. "Allow me to lend you my..."

Gil's brows rose as she finally arrived in front of him, looking him up and down.

"Healing touch."

Oh. No. He had just managed to escape the other pestering maidens at the temple entrance. He didn't know what about him in particular seemed to scream 'help me bathe' to these humans, but he wished it would stop.

"Hero," the Priestess took another step forward, her hands reaching up as if she would be able to undo the seamless fabric of his micromesh, woven of material her planet might never achieve.

Also, he wasn't hers to undress.

"Thank you," he nodded, not looking at her as he took a long step back. "But I'm fine, really. I just want to bathe in peace."

"Oh, I can bring you peace."

She most certainly could not. Gil sighed. "Please, I just want-"

"But Hero," she purred, moving quicker this time and within reach of touching her hands to his chest.

"He said no."

"Thena!" he turned, beaming at the idea of his saviour. Of course she would come to his rescue. "Thena?"

The Warrior Eternal sauntered in, hips swaying under the white robe the bath house always provided them. It was clean, it was linen, it was...a little bit transparent.

Gil gulped, trapped between the unstoppable force and a very moveable object. He averted his eyes from Thena and her half-closed robe.

"I wished only to assist, Warrior," the Head Priestess offered in her own defense. Although clearly she had enough survival instincts to take a few steps away from Gilgamesh as she said it.

"I will assist him."

Gilgamesh blushed again.

"Warrior, I-" the human woman stopped short. Thena placed her hand on Gil's chest, very physically staking her claim over the territory the Priestess had previously been scoping out for herself. The Warrior Eternal pushed him closer to the bath. "Y-Yes, I see. I'm sorry-"

"Out."

Gil watched the human scurry out like her life depended on it. That might not have been so far from the truth, all things considered. He looked at Thena, still touching him. "Thanks for the save."

Her eyes slid up to his slowly, hand still on his chest. "I was just stepping into my bath when I heard her."

"Heard her scare the shit out of me, you mean?" he risked a smile, relieved when she did smile back just a little. His hands came up to her arms. "I guess she won't be bothering me anymore."

"If she wishes to live."

He chuckled, pressing his forehead to the spot where her tiara would be if she were clothed. "You'd never hurt a human."

Thena inhaled, tilting her head up. "I get closer to considering it every time they proposition you like this."

Gil sighed as their lips met. This was far more relaxing and soothing than any bath. He wrapped an arm around her, feeling the softness of her against him without her armour in the way. He pulled away first, smiling and pressing his lips to her cheek. "Did you come just to stop her? Or were you planning on, uh...healing me yourself?"

Thena blushed this time. She poked him closer to the bath again and grasped the loosest of knots holding her robe closed. "Get in."

#Thenamesh #I didn't end up making this one spicy #because it reached sufficient length without it #but I mean #everybody knows

[papirouge]

What’s are your views on “purity culture” among christians

I think it varies between denominations but the idea is still around mainly fundamentalists. It’s definitely important to teach women how important it is to be picky, believe in hypergamy, and ignore probably the 90% of scrotes that aren’t good people but I never really believed in flat out refusing to teach sex ed, what stds and stis are, what Plan B is, and how birth control and condoms work. Which seems like a lot of these more fundamentalists tend to do.

I had this friend who is divorced now. She grew up in that type of environment where they were very strict about her purity but ignored the boys virginity completely. Like she had two brothers who were total opposites. 1 was basically community dick and caught a disease and her parents didn’t care 💀 the other was an incel who was very anti social. And her parents were upset that they couldn’t marry him off because not even the desperate fundie girls wanted his violent outbursts. He’s still single too and approaching 40

She was married young to her ex and had no idea how sex even worked. She was only told to avoid it and it just scared her. So when she got married, she told me how her parents and church counselor were upset that she didnt turn into someone who liked sex immediately. Even kissing was new to her and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t like it at all/avoided sleeping in the same as her husband and was told by them to suck it up when she expressed she had pain. When she got older she left that church and her husband but was ex communicated by her family for it.

Does that type of stuff happen in France?

Purity isn't much of a thing anywhere else in the world because as I said, most of USAmerican evangelicalism staples are rooted in culture not in Christianism. I've always found fascinating how France & its very liberal "sex culture" was compared to the US (age of consent is 15 years old, birth control & abortion is free, condoms are handed over in highschool, etc.) yet managed to have proportionally lower abortion rate than God fearing United States of America lol

Fundies family don't exist anywhere else in the world beside the USA anon so nope, we don't have this kind of messy affairs here. Catholicism is in a limbo here in France and real Catholic families are very rare. And even when they do, they don't hold such a spiritual grip on their members to guilt trip them into marrying someone. The only stories of people being excommunicated are bishops coming out as gay or being caught dating/having sex with women lol

The story of your divorced friend is very representative of the double standards of women virginity vs male virginity. Although it's quite normal to particularly warn off women about the consequences of sex because, unlike men, they are the ones who'll carry the baby so they have much more responsibility to deal with (as unfair it may sound). But it doesn't mean men virginity is any less relevant.

Many of women will never want a community d*ck, that's why her busted brother is still single at 40 (which is weird bc red pillers always said men got more value as they got older 🤔).

Fornicators are literally filled with demons and should be avoided at all costs.

And yet, I'm sure he's not shamed like his sister was to marry a man she was even attracted to... Her story is so sad.. but she's better off outside of this cult though. She's lucky she if she didn't have any child with him...

I think kids shouldn't be taught sex ed before middle school. I did in elementary school and it lowkey fucked me up. Even when I was 12-13 years old I had a male friend of my age who told me how many times a week he masturbated and it triggered me so bad lmao

Tbh there should be something progressive, like first learning about sexual organs, periods, how babies are made (12~13 years old), than at 15 about birth control(?) IDK the idea of teaching kids sex at school is weird to me but I think I would be even more traumatized if my mom taught me any of this because we NEVER talk about things like that lmaoo I guess it's important to build a trust relationship with your kid from start so that it's not awkward when you actually do? IDK I lowkey hate the sex talk and wish sex wasn't such a big deal in society so I'm probably not the best person to inquire about that lmaooo

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