can't get the idea of trans Astarion out of my head hhhh
thinking about how he'd shiver if Tav kissed his chest, right over his surgery scars
thinking about how much his legs would shake as Tav goes down on him, buring their face between his legs for what feels like h o u r s
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Maybe he's one of the waiters in Mostro Lounge, gliding from table to table with silver trays gleaming in his hand. He sets down drinks with all the practised ease of a dancer, stopping at every table with his elbows on the polished surface, striking up conversation. Finding out where the customers are from, what they prefer...
He's one of the more sociable waiters who actually seems human, rather then the methodical questions of a certain Leech. There's an air of ease when Cater's around, and that seems to have a rather pleasing effect of loosening people's lips. He seems to be able to talk to everyone and anyone, sliding right in conversations that have absolutely nothing to do with him. Cater's flexibility makes him one of the more treasured informants of Octavinelle. However, his love for validation through Social Media makes him a partial Liability...
But as joyful as he seems, he has totally no qualms backstabbing other students. Wedging the dagger into their spine, he only smiles, lips drawn into the small disarming smile he used to befriend said student. When you realise everything in your relationship was a lie, it's too late. You've stepped on the landmine. There's no going back.
It's now only the wait to see what will kill you. The wreckage from the explosion ,pieces of stone piercing into your lungs,crushing the life from you. Or the force of the explosion, heat searing off your eyebrows, melting away all your senses until you can't feel anything but him.
The smiling demon of Octavinelle.
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Penguin… at the beach 😦 in Brazil…
How. Why.
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The cool thing with Fromsoft games is that the lore is so bloody ambiguous that I can make the most absurd stuff up and can still be technically within canon.
Examples:
Rennala married Marika, not Radagon.
Ranni, Rennala and Marika conspired against the Greater Will together.
Radagon separated from Marika when she was imprisoned, not before.
The Greater Will controlled the Black Knives and was behind Godwyn's death.
Ranni's separation from her body was not planned to happen the way it did.
Rennala's Egg was not given to her by Radagon.
Not writing more points cause spoilers. Not for the game, for my fic.
Anyways, I'm only 300 words in this fic's draft but I just love how I can add all that and still manage to have them be within canon.
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I have reached Goncharov stage where I see some scrip page and I need to look at it very carefully to see if it's from an actual movie/show or if yall are out here editing scripts
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Starting to think a cooler headcanon for Clark’s upbringing might just be that the entire town of Smallville collectively decided to just go with it and accept that Martha and John's kid has superpowers, but we don't talk about it.
Someone's tractor gets stuck and nothing can get it out? "Be a dear and run down to the Kents, would you? Ask for Clark?"
"Why Clark, we need a machine--"
"Run along now."
Or if he kicks too hard and the football vanishes into the upper stratosphere, no it didn't, we all collectively saw it land over there *vague hand movements*
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spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.
for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing
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online friends are like. i would trust you with my life. i have never seen your knees
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