hmm, i just realized. since it's pretty evident that raon would def try to look like cale when, if ever, he'll have a human form, soo, wouldn't ppl think that he's cale's illegitimate child or something? ik many ppl know about raon already, but they've never seen his human form before so there's bound to be a misunderstanding in the beginning. some corrupt (jealous) nobles might even try to kidnap raon to threaten cale. oh man, the mere thought of raon, the great and mighty son of the dragon lord, getting kidnapped by a bunch of nobodies is so funny and ridiculous that i might just roll around laughing
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"i want astarion to do crazy things to my vagina" that's not a confession everyone knows that's 99% of what you horny toads want
where's the real freak shit
like "i want to take Astarion to the 7/11 and show him a true horror of creation as i purchase a big gulp and mix all the sodas together"
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hear me out: modern au. Hoseas a bar tender at a quiet lil bar, dutch comes in for a drink one day and they get talking, and dutch (lowkey already down bad for the bar tender) decides to come back each day to get the chance to talk to him. Each day they both talk about everything and anything, including stories of silly things about a young arthur morgan (HOWEVER - they dont know theyre talking about the same silly 21 y/o. Hosea tells stories of the young man he basically raised across the hall from his apartment and dutch tells stories of a kid that he has also helped raise who works for him - im thinking at a garage) and they slowly grow closer and closer until one day dutch has to rush out bc arthur gets hurt or smth, and when he goes to the hospital ‼️hoseas also there‼️ arthurs like wait pause you two know each other? And hoseas like yeah this is the man I told you about. And Arthur - whose slightly high on pain meds - groans at the realisation that his father figures have been pining over each other and hes had to hear about it every day.
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Man, I wonder how it'll feel like for an aro/ace person to suddenly be thrown into an otome game, or one of those romance fantasy isekais. Like damn, that'll be all levels of awkward and horrifying, but I want to see one where they just nail all the platonic routes. Why can't people simply exist as good friends regardless of gender? ╮( ̄~ ̄)╭
This thought was inspired by seeing so many fics of Otome AU feat. Cale from TCF. Now don't get me wrong, I love them, but I can't see him having a special relationship with someone, not when there's such major found family platonic vibes.
Also, that guy's denial and inability to comprehend people liking him that way is possibly bigger than his workaholic tendencies, not to mention he doesn't seem like the type to ever give romance a second thought. Guy's already a single mom to... How many kids?
I must say tho, other than the romance aspect, Cake really seems to fit the Otome protagonist to a T (plus minus the tragic backstory and traumatic *waves* everything), just going around fixing all the problems, attracting 'flies' everywhere and causing misunderstandings. Atp I don't even know what I'm saying anym. Anyways I think I also just described like half the Korean novels out there, or maybe I just have a specific type.
Tldr; Cale is aro/ace (tbh the novel barely even touches on romance, which I am quite happy about), he deserves all the love in the multiverse, and we stan his one-sided pining of slacker life-chan
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Do you think its cold in that bird house? Theres no windows, and the only door is made out of cold metal. The only window it did have was blocked from the outside. The only source of light is the lanterns scattered about. And it is Phil's only source of warmth. At first he's able to tell when its day or night thanks to his internal clock, but as the days pass it gets harder to tell when its light or dark. When any openings to the outside are covered by hard and dark, black concrete. He gathers all the lanterns, and bunches up in the corner. Cold, alone, holding replicas of his missing childrens belongings. So, so, very alone.
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eddie is NOT good at flirting. he knows this, everyone who’s ever met him knows this. it doesnt stop him from trying, though, definitely not. especially when its valentines day and the guy working the counter at scoops ahoy is so fucking— drop dead gorgeous? yeah, lets go with that. this man is stunning, pink lips and hazel eyes, little flecks of golden catching the sunlight. a thick, brown mane of hair that sits under his hat. moles dotted around his skin like constellations.
“ahoy, are you ready to set sail on this ocean of flavour with me,” the guy, eddie peers at his name badge, steve, starts his line, like a kid rehearsing for a school play, “i’ll be your captain. im steve, what can i get for you today?”
eddie stares at him for a moment. it cant be legal for someone to be this hot, right? he bets scoops only hired this guy to make eddie suddenly unable to order ice cream. theyre plotting against him.
“im eddie,” FUCK why’d he say that?? steve doesnt care. goddamn it.
“well, steeeveee… you got any valentines day themed flavours?” he asks, leaning against the counter in an attempt to — hes actually not sure what hes trying to do here. woo steve? make him blush? whatever hes trying to do, its not working.
“uh… yeah, we’ve got this uhhhh— like— red velvet flavour one— i think,” steve says.
“could i try a sample?” eddie smirks, tilting his head slightly. “would you let me?”
steve looks at him for a beat too long before saying, completely blankly,
“i honestly would not care if you robbed us at gun point.”
and eddie fucking erupts into laughter. he covers his mouth with his hand and turns away from steve.
“fuck, man, i’m so bad at flirting,” he laughs to himself.
steves eyes widen a little, and his eyebrows furrow the slightest amount. “you were flirting with me?? fuck— sorry, dude, god that’s embarrassing. sorry, bad at social cues,” steve smiles, and GOD eddie would do anything to see that smile again. pink, full lips curved up, forming creases under his eyes and around his rosy cheeks, a little flash of teeth, fucking dimples.
”dont be sorry, dude, but yeah, i was trying to flirt. i was gonna ask if you wanted to go on a date or something like that,” eddie breathes, flashing his own smile.
“i think i would like that,” steve smiles.
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Its 4AM here now and my mind is too busy thinking about the fact that after Shmi died padme is the only one left who calls anakin "Ani".
Like everyone calls him Anakin, the chosen one, general, hero with no fear and etc. But theres only one person who can call him Ani and its his wife. AHHH its a nickname since he was a child, a piece of vulnerability.
Must be why i love vaderdala fics very much, is because vader may have tried to forget his name and everyone calls him Darth Vader or Lord Vader but to padmé he'll always be Ani and he'll allow it because he can be vulnerable with her AHH 😭
So in this essay i----
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