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pit-and-the-pen · 5 days
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Unrequited Love
A/N: I had to get to the airport to return a rental car like 5 hours early so I’m so sorry for the pure amount that I’ve been posting today but as a socially awkward girly, if I’m on my own phone then for sure no one is going to talk to me.
Anywho here is some angsty angst about day court!reader and Azriel.
Part 2: Here Alt Ending: Here Part 3: Here
Forgive any typos I wrote this on my phone.
Warnings: none
WC-1.4K
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My blood was boiling beneath my skin. Azriel has been complaining for the better part of an hour about Rhys gag order regarding Elain. I was trying not to roll my eyes as I had reached my wits end with his lamenting.
“I just don’t understand why he needs to meddle in this. I get she’s Feyre's sister but he doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” he runs a hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. “I just can’t help but think that sometimes the cauldron gets it wrong.”
His words were spoken so plainly. Anger wanes for a second as I swear I could feel my heart break inside my chest. The words seemed to echo in my head Maybe the cauldron gets it wrong. I almost would have rather had him carve out my heart with truth teller.
“What do you think?” He asks me and I sit reeling over his words. I can’t think of anything to say to him. The comforting words I would normally have for him can’t get past the anger starting to cloud my vision. So I simply shrug, avoiding the question. Desperately trying to change the subject.
“So this new book I’m reading…”
“Oh c’mon.” He interrupts me. “I know you have something to say. And I trust your advice more than anyone else. There isn’t anyone else I would rather talk to about this.” His eyes softened as he looked towards me. Instead of melting under his gaze like I normally do, red bites at the edge of my vision.
“I think you should leave her the hel alone.” My tone is not gentle. He freezes.
“What?”
“She has a mate already. And regardless of if you think the cauldron got it right. Lucien is the one mated to Elain,” I tried to keep my voice neutral. “And Lucien is a wonderful male who has been through a lot of shit. He deserves someone as sweet as Elain, if she ever comes around. You should stop meddling.”
His mouth opens, when no words come out, he closes it again. You see the muscles in his jaw tick as he clenches his teeth.
“What has gotten into you? When did you become Lucien’s spokesperson?” He spits at me. His face starts to get closer to mine as he leans over the table, slowly starting to rise to his feet.
The sane part of me is telling me to stand down. That one of the most powerful warriors in all of Prythian was starting to get angry at me. My mate was starting to get mad at me. But I would not cave under his intimidation.
“I became his spokesperson when you showed no respect for him. Or for Elain.” I noticed I was starting to get to my feet. “What about what she wants? She doesn’t owe you anything more than she owes Lucien. Rhys told you to stay away from a girl you feel entitled to and now you want to mope like a petulant teenager. Grow up Azriel.” He flinches before something stoney sets in his eyes.
“At least I’ve actually told her how I felt. What about you?” My stomach drops into my knees. “Sitting and pining over the same person for a century.”
“You knew?” My voice was nothing more than a whisper. This was not happening. I should have left when I had the chance.
“It’s not like you tried to hide it. I thought at some point you would get the hint that it wasn’t going to happen but yet there you always were trailing behind me like a sad little puppy.”
My hands on the table started to glow faintly. My anger was finally breaking through the surface.
“You asshole. You stupid Illyrian bastard.” The smirk that graced his face fell instantly. “After everything that I’ve done for you, you want to use my feelings for you as some fucking weapon against me.”
Even I was surprised at the venom in my words but I was on a roll. “I sat by for five hundred years. I sat by as you pined over Mor, someone I consider my sister. I felt that bond go unreturned.” He completely froze at my words. Words I have never spoken out loud to anyone.
“Wait-“
“No. You get to hear this shadowslinger.” I pressed my finger to his chest and he stepped back like I had hit him. A small part of me wishes I had. But this. This right here is why Rhys kept me around. I didn’t need to throw a punch to put someone on their knees.
“I followed you around like a lost puppy and you loved it. Every second of it. I was stupid enough at some point to believe that it was because you felt it too. And I couldn’t get away from those feelings,could get away from you. Every time I tried I would damn near drive myself crazy and then you would smile or say some funny joke and I was right back to where I started.” I willed the slight shake in my voice to disappear. “You just wanted to feel important because the one you truly loved wouldn’t have even entertained the thought. Took other males into her bed, but not you right? So why not go for the next available thing. Me. Who cares if I got hurt? Who cares that I still fucking loved you through all of it? Not you clearly. You played me like a fucking fiddle and I played my part well.”
When I finally looked back up at his face I saw nothing but a shell of the male that stood in front of me. Even his shadows had retreated from his side. Looking down I realized they were sitting at my feet. I pushed down the glimmer of something I didn’t have time to think about at the sight.
“Please. Just stop.” He pleaded.
“Why? Because it hurts to hear? Fuck you. “And you think that didn’t hurt me too?” I watched him pale. “You didn’t think it killed me to feel that empty weight in my chest every time I looked at you. Everyday that I waited and wished that you would feel that stupid bond I’ve had to live with for the last two centuries.”
He gasped at my words cutting me off
“You never told me about that. I just thought it was… I don’t know… I thought it was a crush like how I felt with Mor”
A muscle in my jaw ticked. “I shouldn’t have had to! The whole point is that you feel it too. Bonds aren’t supposed to be one sided but for some gods unknown reason, you didn’t,” I felt the anger really starting to boil over.
“Every time I heard you rambling on and on about how perfect Mor was, about the females you took into your bed. I sat by all of it, for what? Three sisters for three brothers?!” I was screaming now, my hands shaking by my side
“What happens when she’s all fixed up too Azriel? When she feels this same thing I feel when she looks at Lucien. Onto the next one for me to hear about I guess . Always on the sidelines. Always the sweet face to come back to at the end of the day but never the one you want to be with.” I took a deep breath for the words about to come out of my mouth, steeling my nerves.
“I’m done. With this. With you. Fuck this entire gods damned city. I will not sit by and play second to whoever you deem worthy enough for the rest of my life.”
He held up his hand like he was going to reach up for me but the light that was glowing off my skin was warning enough.
“Where will you go?” Was all he had the nerve to say.
I let out a cold, twisted laugh. “Anywhere but here. Hel I could finally go home. Helion has
been asking me to come back for years now. All I know it will be somewhere where you can’t come and ruin another half a century of my life. Because that’s what you did. I wasted all this time on someone I knew wouldn’t love me. But I can agree with you on something, Azriel.” I paused long enough to see the hope in his eyes as he whispered “what?”
“That sometimes the cauldron does get it wrong.”
I walked out of that room with my head held high
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vannral · 5 months
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ice & mav
(anne sexton, a self-portrait in letters // alice oseman, radio silence)
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woppy42 · 10 months
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taking a picture of my freshly made bone broth. call that a stock photo
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thotifypremium · 1 year
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utilitycaster · 2 years
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Having slayed Pussy, FCG must now track down the D.
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fatcatlittlebox · 1 year
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We must make three.
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respectthepetty · 8 months
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Captain of the Pretty Little Liar's Club
I, Captain Petty, am reporting for duty as we go into the first episode of Naughty Babe.
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As the self-appointed captain of this club, I will be making no excuses for Indulgent Daddy Yi's wild scheme to fake amnesia to win back his guy.
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I will not apologize on his behalf because I can assure you, he ain't sorry.
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So what exactly will I be doing as the captain of the Pretty Little Liar's Club? Well, what I do best - Rooting for him to be worse.
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I know you have it in you, Yi. Make us believe that people want to kill you. Make ME want to kill you.
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Be the Prettiest Little Liar.
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angstydiaz · 3 months
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maybe the basketball court can be our couch-
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monsterspet · 5 months
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Tav is clearly the God of Defiance
You’ll need to excuse the ramblings of a writer that is a bottle of wine deep for this. But clearly, in my mind? Tav is the God of Defiance.
Across all of the companion quests, the ideal outcome is “No, you adorable moron, what this God/Lich/Devil/Vampire wants for/from you is terrible. Choose your own path. These divine bastards can fuck right off.” and that stance just… Works out well for Tav? Even when considering that you are facing down against the Grand Design of an elder brain as the focal point of the main quest, Tav straight up decides, “No - screw you - screw this - I’m not allowing that to happen” with no real repercussions to that.
Across the story, you as the player character come up against what would be to you and I as insurmountable odds and just… brute forces their way through to the outcome that they want?
You anger multiple gods or godlike entities, and instead of being wiped from the face of the Forgotten Realms the story just continues right along as if you didn’t just paint a massive divine target on your back?
In every companion questline, the team you form around you over the course of the story become stronger or more powerful in their own ways BECAUSE they listen to you when you tell them to ignore the powers that be and choose for themselves. Which as a whole makes the team stronger - makes TAV stronger. Because while a God in the context of the Forgotten Realms needs to be worshipped? A God of Defiance wouldn’t need to be. Every day when a mortal in the realms wakes up and chooses to live, to persevere in the face of the entire world around them conspiring to kill them? That’s an act of defiance, and that’s a prayer to God.
So when Gale decides after talking with you that he won’t blow himself on Mystra’s command? Tav gets stronger. When Wyll defies Mizora and refuses to kill an innocent Karlach? Tav becomes stronger. Because the people around them become more empowered in their ability to self determine their own fate.
We could go more meta and argue that clearly Tav is a God because they are operated by the player, a being outside the realm which the story is taking place in. An omniscient being with knowledge the characters simply don’t have. The ability to choose to not accept a roll of the dice, to explore the multitudes of choices available and simply to choose to return to a prior point to make a decision that aligns with your personal story preference the best in the long term.
But why do you need to when quite frankly Tav should have been a name in that book of forgotten/dead gods in the crypt where you first meet Withers?
Do I also like the idea (as a massive brat) of telling Ao, god of all gods, that in fact, no, I will not simply stop interfering with the lives of mortals? That by telling me that I can’t that you have given me all the power in this situation to do just that? Or that I could in theory punch Mystra in the face as Tav for implying that Gale could win her favour back by blowing himself up? It’s at least part of that.
In my mind Tav simply can’t explain this to their companions, that maybe Ao got a little pissy when he realised his mistake. Something along the lines of “Unless they already know or figure it out you can’t tell mortals that you’re a literal GOD. And no - I’m not allowing you to weasel your way out of this one Tav.”
And here comes my fic idea that I may or may not already have imagined at least a dozen chapters for:
Could you imagine the plot twist when you first meet Elminster? Your companions are questioning why the gods can’t interfere and the old wizard is just sitting there like “You do realise there’s already a God among you?” and it turns out Tav put themselves into a situation where they would be tadpole’d because it allows them to directly interfere because this is no longer a problem affecting mortals but also the Gods? The fact that this 1300 year old wizard (who must have figured it out along the way across his many adventures) points out your godly essence allows you in that moment to become this divine bastion against all the shit your companions are facing - people who have very quickly become important friends or lovers to you over the course of your little adventure? And now you no longer have to pretend to be this dumb nobody that just so happened to be spearheading this mission to save Faerun? Damn, I want that fic. I might write that fic.
Listen, if Stephanie Meyer can Mary Sue her way into a multiple book/movie deal I’m just saying that I should be allowed to get away with this in fanfiction.
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tideswept · 7 months
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stubborn in the bones [M][ch2] → ao3
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cat Anakin Skywalker, Fluff and Angst, Jealousy, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Power Bottom Anakin Skywalker, More tags to be added —
Even within the halls of the Temple, love was visible everywhere. The love of the crèche minders as they played with their charges, raising them until the time came for them to become Padawans. Love of a master whose greatest gift would be to pass on knowledge and wisdom to the next generation, spreading the teachings of their lineage. All of those were acts of genuine, gentle love.  What Obi-Wan felt was not gentle.  And that made it wrong. 
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kaythegayest · 2 years
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Linked Universe headcannons while we wait for the new update
I like the idea that hyrule is really bad at swimming. Like he can do it, but not well.
I don't know if this is canon or not, but I can definitely see wild staisis launching both himself and warriors to reign fire on a Boko camp.
Wind steals everyones stuff. Warriors scarf, twilights pelt, etc.
Sky apologizes for things that arnt his fault. Like he apologizes so much that the others had to tell him to stop saying sorry to which he apologized FOR APOLOGIZING (they gave up)
Time can turn into the hero's shade at will. Twilight knows this. So when the two were feeling like little shits they decided to prank the chain. Time snuck out of camp on the end of twilights watch and transformed into shade then stood at the perimeter of the camp all ominously. Twilight wakes up someone else to watch and... It went about as well as it can with a demonic looking skeleton staring at you
Warriors can make bread. That's all he knows how to make. Just bread.
Sky makes this face a lot 🫤. He doesn't know he does it and everyone else finds it hilarious
Time and wild both have trauma with full moons. Wild because of blood moons and time because of... The entire plot of majoras mask. So the two can never sleep during full moons so they just stay up and chat. Not trauma dumping. Just sitting and talking about anything that comes to mind.
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predninja · 3 months
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I gave my heart to you, and was too lost in your eyes to see behind me
Soooooo yeaaaah me and a friend got deep into BG3 antics and made children of characters and a rough story of some adventure events. And then I added my shit into it and this happened Good times >:D
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thequeenofsastiel · 1 year
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Rewatching episode 1 of Love Syndrome 3 after finishing the first 7 eps involves going from "jfc why isn't Itt just getting cake for himself" to "Oh, Day would be livid if Itt tried to go get cake by himself"
Why do I love this show so much???
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dystopicjumpsuit · 10 months
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Fenn Rau Thots
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Inspired by this incredible art that @blueink-bluesoul nearly killed me with this morning. SFW over the cut; absolute filth below.
This is a man whose entire identity is built on honor. He is the Protector of Concord Dawn, and his every instinct is to keep you safe. That doesn't mean he coddles you; he respects you too much for that. Instead, he's going to help you develop the skills you need to defend yourself. He'll always have your back, but he needs to know you're safe even if he can't be there to protect you.
So how does this translate to the bedroom?
Fenn likes to be on top. He loves the feeling that he's shielding you from anything the galaxy throws your way. He'll cage you in with his arms, he'll interlace his fingers with yours and pin your hands down, and he will press you into the mattress with his body. He'll keep his face close to yours because he loves to stare into your eyes while he drives himself deep into you; it makes him feel connected to you in a much deeper way than any other form of communication. He also loves kissing you deeply while he fucks you; he likes blurring the boundaries of your bodies by having his tongue and his cock inside you at the same time.
He will do all of the above whether you're facing him or not; he actually adores taking you from behind with your legs pressed together and his thighs straddling yours. He loves feeling your ass grind against him, and the position of your legs makes your cunt feel even tighter around his cock.
He's not a dirty talker in the traditional sense; this man couldn't bring himself to degrade you even if you begged him to. Instead, expect him to tell you how much he loves your body, how beautiful and sexy you are, how much he wants you, how incredible you feel wrapped around him.
Also he's Mandalorian so he has a breeding kink.
Also tagging fellow Fenn fan @imarvelatthestars; come get your man!
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8:00 AM: Don't think about that old man today.
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musicalrecs · 1 year
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Let's try a slightly different genre: what's an animated movie musical you'd recommend that isn't a Disney production?
Personally, I'm a big fan of The Chipmunk Adventure, the soundtrack to which I still listen to unironically 30+ years later. It's a lot of fun as long as you don't think too hard about the plot - or, think about it so hard it loops back around from "crazy" to "so crazy it just might work," and then again to "lol no this movie is insane; just play Girls of Rock and Roll again."
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