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anantaru · 1 year

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SNEAKY DEVIL

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — being with your ex on a friday night surely was the last thing you had in mind.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, play toxic by britney spears, ex! boyfriend kuni, slight yan ?? a sprinkle, he‘s not accepting the break up, this is the part two of my kuni angst fic — ꒰ part one ꒱

"would you look at yourself."

for each aspect, when there was good, there was also evil.

yet in his taunting eyes, it seemed as if there was only darkness, no light or anything that would hint at the fact that scaramouche might be a good person after all.

and as for you?

the embarrassment you had felt each time you let him stumble back into your life was burning through the entirety of your skin, greedily gnawing itself onto your heart from within.

before anything, how did it come to this point in your life again?

the reason .. well, you couldn‘t explain it yourself, even if you tried.

if you haven‘t figured it out yet as on to why you keep coming back, keep opening the door for him and letting him stay, knowing full on well it‘ll only end in the same gruesome, disgusting outcome again— it's safe to say you won't ever have an answer to your questions.

not all stars shine equally bright, and you knew, that kuni in particular was never going to give you a glowing future.

"s-shut up."

a myriad of moans and low whines filled the space in between your bodies as you barked back at his usual belittling tone— that he‘d always gather around when he was especially fed up with you.

"if only your past self could see you right now." to the corners of his mouth, a smirk cradled his lips, one that was menacing and proud of himself, proud to get the person he so called loved, in such a humiliating position.

he‘s lowering his head down while roughly burying his stiff cock further into your pussy until fully sheathed, your lips ghosting over one another, "to even have the nerve to break up with me in the first place."

his face adorned with an unflinching, serious expression, suddenly groaning as you involuntarly clenched down on him, "and now you‘re letting yourself get fucked like a bitch in heat." he pauses subsequently to messily brush away the single tear that lonely spilled down your warm cheek.

"fucked by me." his ferocious, melodic voice was vibrating into the depths of your skin, anchoring your soul.

"it‘s not like that!" you panic, each of his words were sharply cutting through your heart and feelings.

with the world falling down on your shoulders, into place, who were you trying to persuade with this?

scaramouche or simply yourself?

he wiped his hair strands— which were sticking onto his forehead, back, his skin, being illuminated much paler by the faint glow of the night, enhancing and further amplifying his damned beauty— that would always keep on mesmerizing you.

"then tell me how it is, hm?" each of his arms were carefully placed next to your head, trapping you with his body. Yet however, if you didn‘t know any better, he would‘ve given the impression that he actually cared, with the way his voice slightly softened.

pseudo innocently, scaramouche had began to observe your face, as if to wait for an actual response from you.

in retrospect, it was now clear that the whole, bloody situation you found yourself in, together with this— so called relationship, was far too complicated for your own good, anyones good, that is.

you didn‘t respond to him, a little nervous, when you averted your eyes. In fact, you weren‘t quite fond of the idea to voice anything at all.

your panicked thoughts held a significant clasp on you— sceaming internally. And although you felt slight menacing terror in his voice, with a sharp cutting panic in your throat— said attributes weren't even the worst parts of the current state of your affairs.

because in reality, you somehow enjoyed this. Not the considerable amount of pain he‘d inflict on you through words, but the familiar, once loved, tenderness of him.

you‘d lie to yourself if you‘d say you didn‘t miss him at least once or twice, sometimes even fantasizing back at the times you were intimate with each other, both stroking and pleasuring your bodies throughout the whole night until the morning sun approached you through the windows, rattling your skins awake.

you do not speak, unable to do so. Scaramouche intentionally fucked himself so far up your sore cunt that you could barely hold onto the bedsheets yourself, your drenched and swollen pussy violently gushing around his girth, his eyes beaming with self satisfied pride.

"thought so." he says nonchalantly, as if trying to prove his point.

your hands fell to your sides, just the precise thrusts of him, the targeting of your surging spots insides, caused you tumble over your own moans, mewling when he claimed you, all of you.

scaramouche switched to a tight, heavy grip, rapidly shoving his stiff heavy member past your aching hole, a feral pace, back and forth, his cock head kissing the deepest ends of your sensitivity.

you can feel his hand roam through your hips, caress your shaking body and slide over your natural curves. Your erected nipples repeatedly rubbed over his hard chest, gratifying the painful ache in your breasts.

scaramouche was quick to collect one in his palm, roughly mashing the mound of flesh in combination with the relentless push of his hips, the muscles in your core quivering.

"f-fuck, you don't even want to now how much i missed that." he shamelessly admitted, "how much i dreamed about fucking you again." mumbling the affirmations straight against your pouted lips and expanding a heavy pant once your mushy cunt forcibly squeezed down on him, dashingly gyrating around his imposing girth.

it was clear as day that he'd never get fully satisfied or satiated by fucking you anymore, the time apart you had spent were a torturous living hell to scaramouche, like a racking broken record that couldn't be fixed, playing a boring, lifeless song, over and over again.

however, you weren't going to give him what he wants, never, hopelessly trembling over your own words as you spoke.

"just, f-fuck— just shut up and fuck me." that's all it took you to bring him spiraling, a little faster as he suddenly mercilessly jolted into you with the obscene squelching noises leaving nothing left to the imagination.

for a second he observed the spot in between your in sweat soiled bodies, how disgustingly wet and filthy, a complete mess, he thought to himself. You were so exposed, bare and open for him, unrestrainedly dirtying his entire length with your slick, sloppily milking his drumming cock.

"i-if that's how you want to play this game." he promptly pauses, driving his erection impossibly deep into your squelching mess and grinding down, wiggling his hips the moment he was fully settled which caused you to mewl out achingly, moaning at every new hit.

your chest rattled with a shaky breath, the control of your body slowly but surely fading away into the pits of hell, shoving down the last remnants of self control you had stored in you.

"that's right." scaramouche coos upon seeing you struggle, cupping your cheeks and gently brushing his rough thumb over your slightly pouted lips, his loins on fire as he caught a glimpse of a single tear desperately hanging on your lashes, spilling at last. "i'm the only one who can make you feel this way."

you were trying to speak, anything, just something but he shushes you, soothes you and carries on to grind down, his facial expression almost reminding of a mocking tone, breathlessly smacking through your clenching hole that was brutally clasping around his girth.

"you're cruel." you managed to whisper, "you're so cruel." a sad heave in your voice.

those words reverberated along his bones and in his blood, forcing a numerous amount of groans through his gnawed teeth, moaning with every swallow of you.

the delicious pleasure rushed through your blood and grew the fire in your cheeks. Scaramouche lowered his head to starvingly seek your mouth, roughly plastering his hungry lips on top of yours to sloppily kiss you.

you're clinging onto him as you returned his plea, teeth colliding against each other when he drew himself away, "i'm cruel because i love you." the entry of it all rendered you speechless, your tears now fully dripping down the corners of your eyes, pouring down your skin.

reality is brought into sharp focus when you perceived the deeply intertwined bubble in your belly and how it was about to pop soon. With the curve of his lengthy cock, thickly hanging inside of you, scaramouche had an easy task to hit every so little swollen spot in within your velvety walls, eagerly rubbing them.

he's jerking himself slower and tantalizing, signalizing that he too, was close to his euphoric release. The scrutiny of pleasure was intoxicating and thick, your mouth gaping open but nothing came out, words without sounds, silent cries of your orgasm chasing your body.

you're screaming and convulsing on his cock, guzzling him dry with your sweet pussy— that he felt so squishy and soft inside of, it almost brought him to tears.

he's pulling you close, further, greedy for friction and release, scaramouche clasped onto you tighter with every new force of his hips, declaring your entire being as his, the power of his authority agonizingly searing.

the underlying sick bliss of his member filling you, his hand rubbing your erected nipple while you were fully emerged in suckling on his tongue, working around his wet muscle and tasting his saliva, a desperate ache pulsing in between.

you tipped your head back and let him hold you, in tandem, thrumming his hips into the right places in your insides. You sensed it, felt it, how he twitched in you and was about to unload his cum, your thighs already shining with wetness.

each pulse and tingle of his cock, unlocked a spasming sensation in your core, limbs tangling and hopelessly hanging onto each other as you collapsed, the smell of sex hurtling in the air of the thick room and amplifying your strong, tremendous release.

"f-fuck, fuck!" you're blurting out through impenetrable panting, moaning with your back rounded up to meet his relentless pace, your toes curling inwards as your entire body shuddered in both vibrations and the feeling of letting go, shaking at the overstimulation with the repeating press of his cock on your heat never giving you rest.

at the constant gushing and clenching of your tight cunt, scaramouche threw his head back and tore a current of groans off his throat, "archons-" he's whining out, the sounds breaking in the middle, "you always— always feel so incredible, fuck."

he's speeding up, muttering in your neck as he fully blew his load in you, your legs secured around his waist as he proceeded to greedily pump his warm seed in the deepest ends of your slicked up cunt, shivering with the overcoming stir.

his drunkened gaze caught his mess, his white ribbons smearing over the aching flesh of your drained walls as the thick globules of his cum began to gush out of your hole, drenching the damp sheets under you.

"say you love me." he's whispering of a sudden, his musky scent collapsing over you, "say it."

your body closely pounded to his to hide your face in his shoulder but scaramouche was eager to gather you in his palms, still able to perceive the wet, tired clench of your muscles on his half erected cock.

he's slumping on you, minutes passing with none of you building up enough strength to back away, "p-please." scaramouche kissed the corners of your lips, he was begging you, waiting and swallowing your name in between whimpers.

"i love you, i do." you hummed weakly with your response, without knowing if you really meant it. Maybe it was the pressure you felt, or the way he looked at you through his puppy eyes, or simply the fact that you were utterly tired of going against him constantly, whenever you both found each other again.

he seemed trapped in a daze with his eyes sparkling upon hearing you, so far off and unable to move, not that he wanted to.

this situation afterwards felt like torture, unanswered questions, the tangible ways of it both hurtful but entrancing. He's tucking you to his lips to flood his tongue into your mouth, as if he didn't want this situation to end.

not only because he felt relaxed with you, pleased by your presence and comfortable on top of you, no, it was also because scaramouche couldn't articulate himself very well.

he wasn't looking forward to another fight, one that would always break out the moment you had finished being intimate, had finishing loving you and came back crushing down to the thing everyone knew as the so called reality.

you weren‘t possibly able to run away from the consequences, the truth, and he wasn‘t either, because believe him when he says, scaramouche had tried to run away from his fate, so many times, that he cannot even remember all of it.

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nothorses · 8 months

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hi! no pressure to answer this, i’m just curious about your thoughts on all the recent legislation and our country falling into the pits of fascism!

do you think it‘ll get better for us? in america at least?

a year or so ago stephen fry talked about how when he was a teenager, he discovered oscar wilde (and how his death + imprisonment were so horrible). he realized he was gay then and there, but he didn’t want to admit it to himself, he said "I was absolutely cursed if I wanted to stay in Britain, in that I would have to live a life of secrecy, shame, exile, disgrace. All the horrors, especially since gay men were viewed as disgusting, sent to prison - losing their name and their livelihood"

and that scares me. if the world was so shitty to a 16 year old stephen fry, how am i, a 16 year old trans guy, supposed to look forward to growing up? i’ve been super hopeless about the state of this country, about my future.

so, i ask again, do you think things will continue to go to shit? do you think everything will be okay?

I think that things will always be hard, and I think it's okay- healthy, even- to recognize how difficult things are and will be. And I think that they can and will also get better, even if only in some ways, and people are fighting really hard to make that happen.

I think people care about you, and will care about you, and I think you have a shot at joy in some kind of capacity, and I think there is always something worth fighting for. I think that if you try to fight for it, you will always find more joy than if you don't.

It would be silly to ignore the hard stuff, but it would be just as silly to ignore the good stuff. Everything will be okay if you fight for it, and if it's not okay, it just means you need to keep fighting. You will find moments of joy and okay-ness along the way, and that's important and good and worth fighting for as well. It'll be hard, but you can do it. And you're never fighting alone.

#vent ask

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g3z0 · 2 months

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Ice cold secret P1

P2 P3 P4

Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival.

Warnings: cursing, smoking

-g3z0

My hand grasps the cold metal handle as I swing the big wooden door open. A gust of warm air immediately hits my face as I take a step into the building.

I walk down a narrow hallway, passing the locker rooms and making my way towards the arena.

I walk through a final set of doors and then the usual comfortable cold air hits my face, making me shiver lightly.

I walk to my screaming friends, who are raging as they watch two boys of my team, skating a 1 v 1.

„get his ass, Noah!“ Jacob screams at my goalie. Aiden nudges Jacob with his elbow „no- fuck him up, will!“ Aiden yells.

Aiden and Jacob are both my defenseman’s. They couldn’t be more of a opposite of each other but somehow, their work chemistry is great.

I shake my head and laugh a little, punching Ethan a little on his shoulder, making him look up from his phone.

„Hey.“ Ethan smiles at me as he daps me up. „What’s up with them?“ I question as I nod in the direction of Aiden and Jacob.

Ethan rolls his eyes „will said that Noah can’t block 10 of his attempts to score in a row.“ he sighs. I let out a laugh, shaking my head.

Ethan and will are my wings. Ethan at the right and will at the left. I’m the center - leader of our team. Even if I don’t like to call myself that.

„Big Game Saturday.“ Ethan says as he sits down on the bench. I nod and take a deep breathe. „Yeah- the coach from Boston university is there and watches.“ I say.

„Wow.“ Ethan laughs, putting his skates on „nervous, big boy?“ he teases me. I roll my eyes „of course I am. We play against huskies.“ I mumble as I sit down next to Ethan, putting my skates on myself.

„Sturniolo as the center? Ohhh“ Ethan raises his eyebrows and nudges me with his elbow „you got this.“ I wave him off „yeah, yeah.“

Chris Sturniolo’s team - huskies. The name kinda fits to be honest. He and his twin brother have those blue intimidating eyes - like a husky dog.

I put the rest of my equipment on and stand up „alright!“ I yell at the others „get your asses on the ice!“

„good practice today, boss!“ Jacob yells at me as he walks towards his car. I roll my eyes „stop calling me that.“ I mumble, shaking my head.

„Ohh, someone’s getting shy.“ Noah teases me. He ruffles through my hair as he walks by, running after Jacob. „Wait, give me a lift!“ he yells at him.

Aiden and will get out of the building and we say bye. Me and Ethan walk towards my car, throwing our bags into my trunk. We get into my car and I start the engine, driving off.

Ethan is my best friend since I can even think. My better half I would say. He helps me to think straight and helps me to calm down when I’m too anxious, stressed or I’m overthinking again.

He’s like the logical side of me.

I get pulled out of my thoughts when I hear a lighter being lit. I look over at Ethan for a second, sighing. „Put that shit out.“ I mumble.

He takes a drag from the cigarette between his fingers and shrugs with his shoulders as he lowers the window on the passenger side a little.

Maybe he isn’t that logical.

„You should try it.“ Ethan mumbles after he exhales the smoke „helps you calm down.“ he smirks as he nudges me. I roll my eyes and shake my head. „No, thanks. And don’t smoke in my car. It‘ll smell like a ashtray in here.“ I sigh.

He lets his head fall back on the headrest of the passenger seat and groans „always complaining.“ he whispers, taking a last drag before he flicks the cigarette out of the window.

„It’s not good for you.“ I say, taking a quick glance at him before looking back at the road „it damages your stamina and-" - „yes dad.“ he cuts me off.

I sigh and shake my head a little. I drive for a few more minutes till I’m in front of his house. I stop the car and dap him up. „See you tomorrow.“

He nods, getting out of the car and grabbing his bag out of his trunk. „Don’t think too much tonight.“ he says as he shuts the door of my car.

I shrug with my shoulders „I’ll try.“

I watch him as he walks into his house and I start to drive again, towards my house.

„Don’t fuck it up, Wolfie.“ my couch says to me as he lets go off my shoulder.

Wolfie isn’t actually my last name. It’s woolfaar. Couch thought it sounded like wolf. So here’s my nickname.

I nod as i put the helmet over my head, skating with my team onto our positions.

I get into my position and my gaze meets Sturniolo’s, in front of me.

Chris stares at me „big game.“ he says.

I laugh a little and look to Matt, who’s in the left wing position. „Big game.“ I repeat, looking back into Chris eyes.

I swear, the arena and the ice makes his eyes look even more intimidating.

He gives me a smirk before he puts the mouthgard between his teeth. I do the same.

The referee drops the puck between mine and Chris sticks. Our gaze both fixating it.

I hold the stick thightly in my hands, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle.

In moments like these, everything around me goes silent. I can only hear my heartbeat and my warm breathe against the cold air. I’m only fixating the puck and the player infront of me.

The referee blows the whistle and we both instantly attack the puck, trying to win it over for our team.

I win over and toss the puck quickly behind me, to Ethan. I skate forward, scanning the arena for the puck.

Suddenly someone catches my attention.

Someone who’s sitting in the crowd. I frown. He kinda looks like Matt and Chris. That’s weird.

I flinch and look towards will as he screams „THE FUCKING PUCK WOLFIE!“ The puck slides past me on the ice. I quickly gather myself and skate after the puck.

Just before my stick gets to the puck, someone else tosses it away from me. I look up and see Matt’s smirk. I sigh in frustration and skate after him.

Jacob skates towards us, but someone from the other team bumps into him. On purpose.

I look at the referee quick, he doesn’t do or say a thing.

Im going past the defenders, screaming vulgar words at both opposing players and the refs for penalties not called on the other team.

„What the fuck is wrong with you, Woolfaar?“ my coach yells at me as we’re on timeout.

I sigh, frustrated with myself. I spit the mouthgard out and take my helmet off. My hair sticks to my forehead and I take a deep breathe as the cold air hits my burning head.

I grab my water bottle and chug it almost all down. „You gotta think! Concentrate!“ my couch shakes his head as he lays his hands on my shoulders „you got this Wolfie, just stick to the fucking point!“

I nod and place the water bottle on the bench again. Couch sighs and lets go off me, walking around to talk to the others.

„the fuck was that?“ I hear Ethan’s voice as he skates besides me. I shake my head and shrug with my shoulders, taking deep breathes. „Fuck, I don’t know.“ I sigh.

I look around in the arena and see the boy from earlier talking to Chris and Matt. Ethan follows my gaze „crazy, I always thought they were twins.“ he mumbles.

„What?“ I say, looking back down at Ethan.

He looks up to me and frowns „what? They are three - Triplets. Never saw the third one till today.“ he says bluntly.

I swallow a little „triplets?“ I repeat, looking back at them.

„mhm. The poor Mama.“ Ethan laughs as he skates past me.

„I think he’s the photographer or something, always walks around with a camera.“ Ethan says. I shake my head a little and look away again.

I can feel the sweat dripping down my arm, rolling down my fingers, my eyes burning.

„Good Game.“ Chris breathes, holding his hand out to me. I try to catch my breathe and swallow, dapping him up. „Thanks.“ I breathe.

We won but it was so fucking close to loosing. We need to get better.

„So, party at ours, huh?“ Chris laughs a little.

It’s a unspoken rule - the team that looses has to invite the winner team over to drink and party. Of course, has the loser team to pay.

I smile and nod a little „I guess.“ Chris takes his helmet off and nods „alright, I’ll text you our adress.“ he says before he skates off.

I skate back to my teammates, who are cheering loudly.

„We won, y/n! We won!“ Noah laughs, laying an arm around my shoulder. „Yeah.“ I sigh „but we can improve when we-" „oh my god, shut the fuck up Wolfie!“ Ethan laughs as he cuts me off, punching my shoulder playfully.

„We won, that’s what matters now. So lets just enjoy our win and get drunk, huh?“ he says as he slaps me lightly on my cheek a few times.

I squeeze my eyes shut and press his hand away „okay, okay.“ I mumble.

We get off the ice and walk into our locker rooms. My gaze stays on the boy from earlier till I can’t see him anymore. I shake my head and look away.

Nick‘s POV

Me and his eyes meet till he walks around a corner. I frown and look back at Chris, who’s talking with me and Matt about the game.

„Who’s the guy?“ I cut him off, making Chris and Matt look up at me. „What guy?“ Matt questions, frowning at me.

„The center of the other team.“ I say. Chris takes his gloves off and laughs a little „Wolfie? What about him?“

I shake my head a little „Wolfie?“ I raise my eyebrows. „Nah, his last name is woolfaar.“ Matt says. „Stupid ass name..“ I mumble, looking back to the corner he just left.

„What about him?“ Chris says, making me look back at him. „Nothing- just wondering.“ I sigh.

Chris and Matt look at each other for a second before looking back at me. „Anyways“ Chris starts, grinning at me „party at Nate’s tonight.“ he says, walking past me.

Matt follows him and I let out a groan „seriously?“ Chris lets out a laugh „yup!“ he yells at me before my brothers disappear in the locker rooms.

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beep-beep-robin · 1 year

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tw: meltdown, harmful stimming, slight internalized ableism below the cut

eddie‘s hellfire shirt‘s seen better days. the print is coming off, it‘s starting to smell old - even when wayne‘s finally succesfully forced eddie to take it off for a day so he can wash it.

the day eddie accepts that it‘s probably time to throw it away, he has a meltdown. he‘d been wearing this shirt for years now, not everyday, but almost. it‘s his one piece of clothing that he‘d always felt comfortable in, the only thing he could wear on bad days without feeling like he was gonna have to throw up.

so now he‘s sitting on his bed, wearing the shirt, rocking back and forth and pulling on his hair, trying to reason with himself - the shirt‘s old, he could make a new one, it‘s gross - but it‘s no use. his brain is in emergency mode.

he‘s so focused on his panic and anger at himself, that he doesn‘t hear the knock on the door before it opens. steve walks in, sees eddie in distress, and immediately drops to the floor to kneel in front of the bed, looking up at eddie with concern visible on his face.

steve asks what‘s happened, but eddie can‘t seem to find any words. he just points at his shirt, points out the print, fingers trembling, before his hand goes back to pulling at his hair.

somehow steve manages to understand and calm eddie down a bit. eddie is aware that steve‘s making empty promises, he won‘t be able to get him a shirt that‘s the same as the one he‘s wearing now. even if he buys the exact same shirt, eddie knows that it‘ll feel different to him because it‘s newer, from a different batch, just plain different. the print isn‘t the issue, because he can just pop that onto the shirt himself.

still, hearing steve talk to him in a calming voice, reassuring him that everything‘s going to be fine and that he will actively try to help eddie get the same shirt back, it helps. he calms down just enough to stop torturing his hair, looking at steve’s face properly now for the first time since he’d walked in. the thought that even though eddie just basically lost his mind in front of steve and is probably covered in snot and tears, the latter is still looking at him with pure relief, love (platonic. eddie’s not trying to get his hopes up even further) and something else eddie can’t interpret on his face, makes eddie’s heart flutter.

eddie‘s not the biggest fan of being touched during and after a meltdown, and steve knows that (they‘d been hanging out for a while, and steve‘s witnessed another meltdown just weeks before), so they just sit side by side on his bed after he‘s come down from it, the metalhead nursing the tea steve‘s made him.

eddie‘s positively shocked when steve shows up again the next day to hand him a hellfire shirt. by the smell eddie can tell it‘s probably gareth‘s, and eddie could kiss steve for the genius idea of retrieving one of the other shirts that he‘d bought for the original members of the hellfire club (maybe that’s not the only reason he‘d kiss him though but eddie‘s going to keep that to himself). it smells different, slightly like gareth and a bit like steve, but it feels the same and it‘s much less worn than eddie‘s, because gareth didn‘t live in it as much as eddie did in his, apparently.

the relief that washes over eddie is immense. for a second he doesn‘t even know what to say, so he just throws his arms around steve in absolute disbelief at having someone apart from his uncle in his life that cares so much about the stupid little things that upset him that he’d go to these lengths to fix them.

especially steve. eddie was pretty worried about scaring the ex jock off when he started unmasking around him, but their friendship (?) just grew even stronger and steve‘s turned into the one person he can always turn to when things go south.

releasing each other from the hug, steve squeezes the others shoulders and tells eddie to go put the shirt on, but the latter is still thinking about his first instinct from a few moments earlier. he thinks of the expression on steve‘s face that washes over it so often when he‘s looking at eddie, no matter what the other is doing.

he thinks of accidental touches of hands, knees brushing together, hugs that last longer than they normally should. thinks of how caring steve is, how accepted and loved he makes eddie feel.

his eyes flicker down to steve‘s lips, back up to his eyes, and apparently steve is right there with him because he asks eddie if he can kiss him - and there’s that look again. eddie just nods and then they‘re kissing and his brain is struggling to catch up with what just happened but for a moment everything‘s perfect and eddie‘s, once again, in disbelief.

when they break apart, there‘s nothing but steve, steve, steve and he barely catches it when the other says that he‘s really been wanting to do this for a while now.

and all eddie can say to that is yeah, me too.

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blacckdiamondposts · 7 months

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Toji Fushiguro having a pupil

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader Tags: HCs, Smut, 18+ content, MDNI Plot: I just had this thought about an assassin in training, who got in touch with Toji through Shiu. I‘m thinking about writing a full on fic on this, lmk if you liked these!

Toji was absent-mindedly staring at the screen, watching his horse race while talking to Shiu. The latter called him for a favor even though he knew, that Toji would probably reject the offer.

Toji, who isn‘t a fan of Shiu‘s proposal of him taking in a pupil.

„So, you basically want me to babysit a brat?“ „She‘s really skilled, I‘ve worked with her before,“ Shiu reassured the latter, „she‘s paying well, though,“ „She does,“ Toji asked curiously. It was a whole different story if he gets paid to train you. Eventually, that was his reason to accept the offer.

Toji, who‘s staring you up and down the first time you meet him. Although, he didn‘t really like the idea of having to train a brat, he enjoys ogling at you. Maybe it‘ll be better than he expected.

Toji, who still treats you like a kid.

Toji‘s eyes were glued to the screen behind the counter. You‘ve long finished your dinner, instead now waiting for the horse race to finally finish. You placed your cheek into the palm of your hand as a long sigh spilled over your lips. „What‘s the matter, kid,“ Toji cocked a brow as he faced you. „I‘m not a kid,“ your brows knit together in annoyance. „You‘re not,“ he asked, an amused expression grazing his face, „how old are you?“ „I‘m 21,“ you replied drily. Toji chuckled, „you‘re still wet behind your ears,“ „Whatever,“ you clicked your tongue, lips settling into a pout.

Toji, who picks you up after a night out even though he doesn‘t give a shit about you (he does).

Toji looked at his phone, squinting his eyes as the bright light illuminated his bedroom. He let out a sigh before answering his phone, „what do you want, brat?“ „Toji,“ you cooed, „I’ve got an emergency!“ He groaned, „are you drunk?“ „No, just a bit tipsy,“ you giggled and Toji knew you were lying by the way you slurred your words. Besides, you‘re the worst liar, when you‘re drunk. „Toji, can you pick me up,“ you asked as nicely as you could, „please?“ „Seriously,“ he sighed, „now, why do you need me to pick you up?“ „Because,“ you replied, „my friend left me to fuck a random guy,“ Toji chuckled huskily at your honesty while getting up, „I thought you‘re a grown up. Can‘t walk home by yourself?“ „There are creeps around at this time,“ you pouted, „but it‘s fine, if you don‘t want to,“ „Where are you?“ „That new club,“ you took another look at the sign, „aura club,“ “Stay where you are,“ he commanded before he was headed to your location. There‘s no way he‘d let a creep get their hand on you.

Toji, who couldn‘t take his eyes off of you, when he picked you up. Sure, he was there to pick you up, keep you safe and get you home. But that didn‘t keep him from fantasizing about ravaging you.

“Toji,“ you waved excitedly as he approached you. The guy that tried to get your attention suddenly vanished once he saw that hulk of a man walk towards you. Toji‘s lips tugged into the slightest smile ever, it was barely visible, „now, what are you wearing?“ His eyes scanned over your body, noting how your tight dress accentuated your curves. It gave him a nice view of your cleavage, your chest pushed up and looking fuller than ever. His gaze moved lower, fixing on your thighs. „What do you mean,“ your brows knit together, „don‘t I look good?“ „I‘m not surprised if you‘re getting unwanted attention,“ he pointed out before changing the subject, „let‘s get a cab,“ „Okay,“ you mumbled as you followed him, stumbling like the drunk legend that you are. Once you were in the taxi, Toji couldn‘t help but to note the way your dress hiked up. It was dangerously high up, almost revealing your intimate parts, but you didn‘t seem to care. Probably, because of your drunken state. Toji listened to you rambling on about your night out, smirking at the way you lulled your words. Yet, his eyes always seemed to find their way back to your thighs. Oh, how he would love to just put his hand on your thigh and watch you squirm beneath him. You always acted oh so innocent, but he was sure you were a little slut. At least in his imagination. „Are you even listening?“

„Huh, of course,“ his gaze met yours, taking in your flushed cheeks. Toji walked you up to once you reached your apartment complex. „You know,“ he spoke up while you were searching for your keys, „you shouldn‘t trust any man to get you home,“ „Hm,“ you hummed, looking up at the much taller man, „what are you saying?“ „You don‘t know me, kid,“ he placed one of his hands against your door, right next to your head, caging you in, „you don‘t know what I could do to you,“ You noted the way his eyes darkened, lips flicking into a smirk, „Oh, why don‘t you give me an example?“ Toji was right, and it hit him right then and there. You are a fucking slut. His eyes narrowed, smiling at you in a sly way, „y‘know, there‘s no need to name them,“ You matched his expression as you leaned in closer to him, „there‘s a reason why I asked you to take me home,“ Fuck, you were a slut for him.

Toji, who was ready to fuck you right then and there. He was ready to bend you over the railing in front of your apartment to fuck you. But you were the devil in disguise.

Toji watched you through half-lidded eyes as you leaned closer. He mirrored your movements before you retreated, chuckling at the latter. „But you know,“ you started, „I‘m really drunk, I shouldn‘t do anything reckless, should I?"

He cursed you. He cursed your innocent act, and the way you switched up on him. But, it left him hungry for more. Best believe he fucked his fist as soon as he got home. All the while, he imagined you in that dress, remembering your curves and the way you bit your lower lip as he caged you in. For fucks sake, it will be really weird during your next mission.

Toji, who eventually got tired of your innocent act.

It was pouring down, which is why Toji was driving you home. Every so often, his gaze flickered over at your form. His lips tugged into a smirk as he casually placed his hand on your thigh. „T-toji, what are you doing,“ your brows furrowed in confusion as you turned towards him. His touch felt hot as his calloused hand was rubbing your soft skin. He looked at you through half-lidded eyes, „drop that innocent act, brat,“ „What do you mean,“ you questioned him, playing coy. „You know what I mean, he chuckled lowly, „remember when I walked you home?“ Your eyes widened in realization as your mind was flooded with those memories. “You‘re a little tease,“ he said as his hand moved higher, legs already trembling in anticipation. You felt a heat spread between your thighs. You gasped as his hand palmed your cunt through your panties, earning an approving hum from the latter as he noted the wetness between your legs. He cocked a brow, „you‘re dripping wet, baby,“ Your cheeks flushed as you bit down on your lower lip. He started to trace your slit through the thin fabric, earning a soft moan, „T-toji,“ „What a little slut,“ he breathed, „but don‘t worry, I‘ll take good care of you,

#toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #toji headcanons #fushiguro toji #jjk headcanons

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xylerray · 1 year

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Reasons why you got into an argument + how it goes and how it ends

Game: Genahin impact

Characters shown: Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Aether, Venti

Genre: Probably Angst but also comfort ig?

Authors note: nope I am definitely not writing this at 2 a.m. in the goddamn morning and making my eyesight worse than it already is. This is rushed with no structure or anything at all! Sorry for grammar or gender mistakes!

Ayato:

Listen I love Ayato but when it’s coming to arguments and he can use his knowledge he‘s a bitch

Reasons could be because he‘s so caught up in work, that you guys don’t spent enough time together or that he’s just so stressed he doesn’t even knows what he says. Also that your just caring a lot for him and he is not taking care of himself enough. Or that you are out so much meeting up with other people than tending to go to him.

At first it’s just like „Ayato please“ n shit but then someone says smth like „don’t be so annoying“ and then the rage is going on

It‘ll be loud very loud and a lots of „WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT“

Thoma and Ayaka hear it and are always worried

You will just run outside slamming the fire behind you closed

After some hours you meet each other in a room

At first you just look at each other

One of you starts to apologise

You Botha say your sorry‘s

Then you start over and try to make your past mistakes better

Childe:

Reasons could be that he‘s really careless and that he always comes home bruised

He says you are only overreacting

Thats the line that makes you go furious

You scream as you try to explain that you just want to be a good and caring partner

Childe doesn’t let that go by and also starts to scream that he didn’t want Someone always being all over him

You then said angrily that he could’ve said it but you just worry about him so much

You storm out angry with tears in the eyes

After hours you start to feel bad

You want to go out and apologise

But as soon child sees you, he puts his hand on your waist, the other on your throat and pushes you against the wall and kisses you

After a long lasting kiss he hugs you and starts to apologise and says that he just should’ve told you that he doesn’t want that always

You also apologise that you started screaming and shouldn’t have done that

In the end you just laugh about it and eat something

Scaramouche/Wanderer:

Reasons could be that he just went to far with calling you names

Instead of really arguing you just ignore him a whole day which is enough to drive him crazy

He then just screams at you when he sees you next time and when he realises that you are crying he stops IMMEDIATELY

He somehow try’s to get an apology out but it’s too late and you rich out of the room

He apologises with making food to you and get the stuff you really like

In the end you cuddle and he gets an apology out and you forgive him

Aether:

Reasons could be that you never really have quality time and he always brings other people around

The argument also wouldn’t be an argument as well

You just go outside somewhere without letting him know

You know it drives him crazy

So when you come back he is already super angry and starts screaming at you

„WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU CAN’T JUST GO OUT LIKE THAT WITHOUT TELLING ME WHO IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU“

You start screaming back and say that he never even spends time with you so why should he care about you savers

(Paimon already rushed into another room)

Your argument lasted an hour

In the end you try to calm down and say your sorrys probably not rlly meant at first

You both went separated ways and after some hours it went smooth again and it was forgotten

Venti:

Reasons are that he is always drunk, that he is flirting with other people and that you sometimes just throw his bottles away

He noticed that something was off is when he looked at you but you looked sour

That’s when he asked what’s wrong

You tell him

Instead of screaming at each other you both sit down and try to talk things over

You start with what you don’t like about is drinking

Then he says what he does not like about your behaviour

When both of you get louder you take your both hands to calm down

You try to find a compromise

And when you did, you cook together to make things up as an apology for the things you both do

Thanks for reading! Like said this is made at 2 a.m. and without structure and rushed ‘n shit so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Good night/ day/ evening/ morning!

#genshin imapct #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #arguments #genshin x reader #venti x reader #scaramouche x gender neutral reader #aether x reader #childe x reader #childe genshin impact #ayato genshin impact

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I just saw an art sculpture that was basically a triangle going up (like a piece of pie) and in the middle there was a sphere cut out, so you basically had three curved pillars and a curved surface at the bottom. And that got me thinking about tying someone up there, core pulled as much to the edge as possible and legs spread up tied to two of the pillars, their upper body sloping down into the sphere, hands pulled up above their head and tied to the third pillar. Maybe the roof of the sphere could even be a mirror, so they could watch themselves as they become ruined, skin heated and glistening with sweat as they’re rendered helpless. And THAT got me thinking about who in skz would either do this or have it done to them and honestly?

Art student Hyunjin would absolutely do this to someone, purely to study how this position and sculpture influences and changes the body, where all the curves and creases are, and how to angle his hips just right in order to hit that spot in this downward angle. He‘d also have this done to him so he can study himself in the mirror, watch his sharp features collide with the soft lines of the sculpture, and the special shape essentially creating a spotlight to highlight his toned abdomen and all the shadows created by it. (Listen, I‘m a slut for this man and I‘m not sorry)

Seungmin wouldn’t do this to someone, but he‘d absolutely love having it done to him. It’s a novelty, something he likes exploring, plus being tied up like this means you can just take what you want from him and he’ll be able to please you perfectly. Plus, a smartass like him (not derogatory, he’s genuinely really smart) usually has a dumbification kink and watching himself as his brain turns to mush just absolutely amplifies this.

Similar to Seungmin, Jisung would enjoy being put in that position as a way to try something new, he always something fresh to explore, but I don’t think this would become a regular occurrence for him.

Minho would enjoy both, I think. He‘d consider it elegant, a quality he really appreciates during play. He‘d probably use you being tied up like this as an opportunity for impact play, make you watch as he tints your plain skin in pretty hints of red. When he’s tied up like this, he just begs and babbles for your attention, for your touch, while you tease him with some ice cubes running over his body, the melting water trickling down and collecting on his abs.

Changbin wouldn’t like this, I think, your too far away like that. He prefers close contact, skin on skin as much as possible, the intimacy really gets him going. That being said, if he needed a punishment, this would most certainly do (with lots of cuddles after)

Chan, being the pure blood pleaser that he is, would just be down to whatever you wanted. He‘d be the prettiest rope bunny for you, he’d also be the best rigger if so desired.

I think Felix also doesn’t really like this. The sculpture is just so inaccessible, he has no way of hugging you if he wants to, it makes him uneasy and squirmish. If you were in a setting of three people or more however, that might change and he might actually be down to try both, provided that one person always is close to the one tied up while the other does what they have in mind.

Jeongin wouldn’t like being tied up like that, but he‘d absolutely love tying you up. He’d definitely turn this into some power related roleplay, objectify you and treat you like his toy, and it‘ll be the best thing ever.

~🤍

Oh WOWOWOWOWOWOW. Anon, my friend, buddy ol' pal... you've KILLED me. I couldn't have put it any better myself. This concept has Hyunnie written all over it. I'm drooling. You've melted my brain🤤

#im not okay #skz smut #🤍 anon #stray kids smut #asks:hyunjin #bh asks #hyunjin smut

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mrs-gauche · 1 year

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WOW, so volume 3 of The Missing is out and… what the heck just happened? 😂 I feel like this volume left me with more questions than the previous two volumes combined. There are some VERY intriguing lore bits in this one (and also a lot of.. questionable stuff again, too lol). It messed with my head in every possible way, so I hope I can somehow collect my thoughts by writing them all down under the cut. You know the drill. :D So let’s dive into it.

(Btw, I've already talked about the matter of each volume being drawn by a different artist in my post on volume 2, so I’ll just say that, out of the three art styles we got so far, I probably like this one the least? Maybe it was just me, but I found myself a bit confused at times by the visuals and what was happening? lol Of course, this is all subjective and it's not bad or anything, I just liked the previous ones better, I guess. But hey, it’s nice to see that, apparently this new artist got BioWare’s memo on Varric’s (and Harding’s) new design, too. lol So, no sudden design change again, like we got from volume 1 to 2. Though is it just me or does Harding’s hairstyle keep changing in every volume? lol Makes me wonder what it‘ll end up being if we get to see her again in DA4 (because she‘s obviously going to be a companion 👀.)

- So we start off with a neat one page kinda “roadmap”/”montage” of Varric and Harding traveling to our next destination, Arlathan Forest….. by ship? (*still crossing fingers for a ship main base in DA4 btw*) Ok, I know I said I would stop nitpicking about every little thing in this story that seems to happen out of “plot convenience” after the last volume, but.. I just have so many questions here already. 😂

Ok, so.. how exactly did they even manage to make it out of Vyrantium like that? Are the Antaam who are setting the siege on the city, in addition to not knowing about people getting in and out of the city through the sewage, ALSO not aware of/don’t care about people leaving the city by ship? 😂 I mean, I would assume that the Antaam still have a strong naval power under their belt with all those dreadnoughts and what not, so… were Varric and Harding just incredibly lucky or are the Antaam just really bad at setting a siege? lol

In fact, why even take the risk to travel by ship in the first place? lol Especially considering how in the first chapter of Tevinter Nights, it was said that the Antaam were occupying the shores along the Arlathan Forest, so…. did they just retreat after the events of that chapter or.. again, are Varric and Harding just incredibly lucky to have not come across their camps when they reached the shores? 😂 ANYWAY.

- Nope. Luckily, they don‘t encounter any Antaam OR their dreadnoughts, but they do come across a few shipwrecks that *are* probably the result/aftermath of some sea battles between the Qunari and Tevinter, I assume? OR, my other guess, seeing as there is also this giant sea monster depicted on the map right along Varric and Harding’s route…

....maybe those ships fell victim to one of those lovely creatures. lol (Remember that DA4 codex entry in one of the BioWare Community Updates about motherflippin Sea Dragons??) There certainly seems to be a good chance for a generally far more “oceanic” setting in DA4! 👀👀

Btw, I’ve also seen people being confused about there being icebergs in the northern sea? lol

I mean, we already established snow on the equator (confirmed by Mark Darrah himself lmao), so I don’t see a problem with some ice in the nocen sea. lol

- Anyway, leaving the sea behind us… We then get a gorgeous establishing shot of our next location, prompting me to say.. Welcome to Inception Forest I mean Arlathan Forest!

Things have indeed become very strange in this place, it seems.

My first question upon seeing this was actually how old some of these twisted structures and the ruins we see throughout this volume might be? Seeing as the general assumption seems to be that this forest was the place where the capital city of Elvhenan Arlathan once stood, and imo it’s as good as confirmed at this point that Arlathan is/was the Golden/Black City in the center of the Fade, I’d say it makes a lot of sense that magic ran wild here after Solas created the Veil and did whatever to take Arlathan to the Fade, along with some very angry trapped gods inside? lol Unless we believe that other story in which, according to Tevinter, Arlathan sank onto the ocean floor after some massive blood ritual, long after the Veil was created. Either way, the Veil/magic/spirits going bonkers in this place could be traced back to a lot of historic events.

What I am kinda missing in this panel though (besides Harding’s hair color, I guess lol) and throughout this whole volume actually, are the golden/autumn leaves we’ve been seeing in all the concept art/illustrations thus far?

Though maybe that’s just a stylistic choice by the artists?

And again, sorry for the nitpick, but plot convenience strikes again as we just so happen to walk into this very helpful group of people. lol

- Irelin and Strife!! <333 Another space to cross out on our speculation bingo card. lol And as expected, judging by their design, they are in fact the people we’ve been seeing in all the concept art/teaser trailer/etc.

- I don't know but something about the art style, the way this panel is drawn, the overall design of those guys and just the name "Veil Jumpers" is giving me huge 80s rock band vibes. 😂 Like, I was looking at this, thinking "So, when's their album coming out?" Because damn, I'll be the first to buy it! 😂

- I'll be honest, that is not at all what I imagined Strife to look like when I was reading Tevinter Nights. lol I'd say he definitely lives up to his name. 😂 He kinda reminds of Sten..? What with the hair and facial features. Also, he wasn't described to have vallaslin in TN? So did he get it after the events in the book? And speaking of similarities.. Doesn't Strife also look a lot like this one guy from the DA4 concept art?

Idk, but given the height and the skin tone, I always assumed that this has to be a hornless qunari? But upon closer inspection, the ears don't really look all that pointy, so... maybe it's just a *really* tall human? 😂 (Or sneaky BioWare once again messed with this image in editing.. I just KNOW that “Shotgun Girl” is Harding and they edited the weapon in the line up concept art to not look like Bianca and her height to resemble that of a human to fool us! I’m ONTO you, BioWare…. 👀)

- So.. the thing about Strife…

While in Tevinter Nights, he was described as a city elf from Starkhaven who eventually joined a Dalish clan, there is an interesting theory floating around that he might actually be an ancient elf. 👀 For one, he appears to be taller than the regular elf, which we know for a fact that at least some of the ancient elves were a lot taller than modern elves (Solas being a special little snowflake again lol).

His facial features are also quite similar to most of the qunari we’ve seen thus far, which could point to the theory of the Kossith being the product of some ancient elven experiments with dragon blood.

There’s also the matter of his name. “Strife” reminds me a lot of how the ancient elves like to take on a defining attribute/purpose in life as their namesake (e.g. Solas/Pride, Abelas/Sorrow, Felassan/Slow Arrow), so “Strife” might’ve literally been his name in ancient times that he now just translated into the common tongue.

- So as it turns out, the Veil Jumpers are simply an “alliance between the best Dalish mages, hunters and other non-elves willing and able to contain the threat of the chaos that reigns over the Arlathan Forest”, which has me wondering how many Dalish clans living here are currently missing a mage, what “containing the chaos” actually means and how they’re able to withstand the effects of some of the strange magic that we see throughout the volume. Also, how do non-elves even get to join them in the first place? Where do they come from?

- I gotta say, Irelin actually *does* look a lot like how I pictured her in the book. lol I like the fur she has going as a little hint at her shapeshifting abilites.

- We're also introduced to two completely new characters called Binde and Tist Tits (I SWEAR, I misspelled it the first time, but since I have the humor of a twelve year old and as a German, the pun is just too good to miss because "Binde" is also literally the German word for "menstrual pad", I'm just not gonna correct myself lmao), who don’t have much of a role or dialogue in this volume, but I still like their design a lot!

- So in conclusion, so far I’m loving the diversity of the Veil Jumpers, seeing as *cough* obviously this is one of the factions you’ll get to choose for your protagonist in DA4, so you won’t be limited to play as an elf *cough* and I’m very excited to learn and see more about them! :D

(- Btw, does anyone know what happened to Myrion? lol I would love to see him again in DA4, having joined Strife and the Veil Jumpers after the events in TN! <3)

- Varric interrupting Harding seems to be a running gag at this point. lol What also seems be a bad running gag by now is half the artists of this comic forgetting about Harding's freckles somehow. 😂 Well, at least they didn't forget about her scar this time around. lol

- Also, Varric and Harding starting off WAY too trusting again, when they don’t even know if these guys could be affiliated with Solas‘ agents or something? lol Also, they don’t even have anything to prove their claims here. Basically, there should be no reason for the Veil Jumpers to trust Varric and Harding either, especially given that they’re after some super powerful ancient artifact….. but we have to further a plot, so we’re friends now, I guess. lmao

- lmao Yeah, because apparently the Inquisition just can’t affort to send out more than these two goofballs to stop the end of the world. And I still admire your optimism here Harding, but again, given that Solas was already several months ahead of you in the last volume, how could you possibly still believe to find it before him or the Venatori at this point? 😂

- Well, I think you guys underestimate our indestructible Mr Varric “Plot Armor” Tethras. This man has survived two whole games, including several DLC, a book and like a dozen different comic series. He’ll manage, I’m sure. lmao

- I'm sorry, but how the hell does this map even WORK?? LMAO Like, how are you supposed to use this for any sense of orientation or direction?? I swear, this is what it looks like if I tell a six year old to draw a treasure map. 😂

- The weird map aside though, I think the concept of these different “trials” could make for some really fun features in DA4, gameplay wise? Like, can you imagine level design with entire upside down sections or messing with time like in the Prince of Persia games for example? I think there’s sooo much potential here for some really cool creative level design ideas!

- Now, this was super trippy! Switching places with spirits like that is definitely a first and I can’t even begin to think about what all this could indicate in terms of established lore?? Like, how does this work? What kind of spirits are those? I’ve got a lot of questions here.

„Then you’ll be trapped down here. Forever.“

- Wow, thanks Strife, would’ve been very nice to have known that *beforehand*. lmao

- I assume these are the poor people who met that very fate then, which is horrifying, to say the least. I don’t even want to guess how many ages some of them must be trapped there, seemingly unable to die? *shiver*

- I… What kind of face is THAT? lmao

- I’m impressed by Harding seeming to adapt to all of this quite well compared to Varric. Maybe she should consider becoming a Veil Jumper some day. lol

- Next up is the “upside down” trial and in relation to this, I’d like to shamelessly use this opportunity once more to refer to this little theory I posted a few weeks ago. :D

- Also, hey look, Leopards! That’s new!

- THIS whole series of events messed with my head so much on my first read.. Like, I had to re-read this part four times and I still don‘t fully understand what happened here, but we’ll get back to this moment by the end (you know what I’m talking about). lol

Though I felt SO bad for making fun of Varric rapidly aging in my last post when I saw him suddenly collapse like that. 😶 Also, was I the only one thinking about what it must’ve been like for the ancient elves to experience something similar when Solas created the Veil and time got distorted, without even knowing what physically aging even meant before that? Like, that must’ve been horrifying as well.

„I think it’s better I don’t even try to understand what just happened…“

You and me both, Varric. lol

- That’s certainly a VERY different kind of Varterral than what we’re used to. lol Though I really like this new design, gives me LOTR Ents vibes! Can’t wait to fight against one of these guys in DA4. *nervous laughter*

- I want to point out that this has to be the very first time in this entire comic so far that someone actually comes up with a plan before jumping into action. lmao Really appreciate you for that, Irelin. <3

- WOAH OK, hold on a second??? There’s so much to this panel that I don’t even know where to start. lol I literally gasped out loud.

Ok first off, the mural on the right. Obviously, this is the same mural that we saw in the 2020 teaser trailer, which indicates that this has to be the same place then, too, right? (Unless Solas is just walking around leaving his signature graffiti all over Thedas. lol Though I do wonder why this one looks way more “crumbled” than what we saw in the teaser?)

The mural on the left though is new and probably the juciest part about this whole volume for elven lore scholars. lol I’ve already seen many people speculate, so I’ll just say that my initial thought on this was also Ghilan’nain and Andruil!

So, there are two figures that appear to be female with some very familiar headpieces, who seem to embrace each other in some way. The shape of the headwear seems to also align with some of the symbols we’ve seen in the latest cinematic, which are widely assumed to represent the Evanuris.

And the upper figure looks a lot like the one seen in the teaser and the concept art, which going by the fandom’s most popular assumption, could very likely be Ghilan’nain.

As far as we know, the only females in the elven pantheon are Mythal, Sylaise, Andruil and Ghilan’nain. And out of those four, Ghilan’nain and Andruil are believed to have been lovers. So, if that’s what we’re seeing in this mural, that would actually be a huge deal, since, well, up until now, we didn’t even know what any of them looked like!!

There also seems to be an ominous third person, cramped up in the lower corner of the mural, which does kinda resemble the red lyrium idol, like the amazing @felassan has also pointed out in this post!

And while looking at this, I realized that those garments and headwear are also very reminiscent of some Tevinter designs we’ve seen, particularly the Archon’s outfit?

Which imo could hint at Tevinter once again just adopting a lot of ancient elven concepts into their own culture after they conquered them all these ages ago. Like, it’s surely no coincidence that the mage-ruler of the Imperium looks so much like the most powerful rulers of Elvhenan?

I’ve also seen people saying that the red female appears to be pregnant?? I’m not so sure though, it’s hard to tell from the angle and the way it’s draw. 🤔 But if true, it would definitely raise *a lot* of questions.

Though I can’t believe I haven’t really seen anyone actually point out the most baffling part about all of this!

Which is, why the flippin hell would Solas even choose to draw such imagery in the first place?? lmaoo (Assuming that the right mural was probably made by him, too. Which suggests that he drew this one as well.) Like, is Solas treating these ruins like his personal drafts for his secret tumblr side blog, drawing intimate GhilxAndy fanart?? Solas, you owe us ANSWERS, Sir!

And funny enough, the art style does make it kinda look like these murals are more like giant wallpapers rather than actual frescoes. lol

- ANYWAY, since there’s still a lot more to get to, let’s talk about the “Big Shocking Reveal”.

And I’m not talking about the fact that Solas has apparently taken the Crucious Stone long before they got there.. No, that wasn’t even remotely surprising to me. 😂

No, I’m of course talking about Varric thinking it was Solas who saved him from that Leopard. lmao

THIS made my head spin in so many ways, and it kinda still does lol, so I’ll make an attempt now to make sense of this the best I can.

So, let me get this straight… The way I take it, the supposed “Venatori assassin” ran up to Varric out of seemingly nowhere, shoved him aside, then Varric “aged back”, the Leopard jumped on the assassin instead, turned into a kitten and then the assassin essentially…. disintegrated? lol At least, that’s what it looks like to me...

All right. So if that’s what happened, then I feel like there are several possible scenarios here.

A) That Venatori guy was actually real, but was somehow manipulated by Solas to do this.

B) Solas made a spirit possess the guy or there was never a real person in there to begin with.

C) Solas actually pulled another “Bard” disguise and dressed up like the Venatori assassin himself (although I don’t know exactly what happened to him then when he “vanished” after that kitten attack lmao), which I guess would also retrospectively suggest that the Venatori who had been stalking Varric and Harding since volume 1 was also Solas himself all along……

*sigh*

You know, honestly I had this silly thought in the back of my mind from the very beginning, like I kept laughing to myself, what if this Venatori was actually Solas all along... but I guess I just refused to ever write it down in my previous posts because… I thought it was just.. too ridiculous? 😂

And I don’t particularly mean the disguise part, obviously ever since “the Bard”, anything is possible. lmao

No I mean.. Why.. the heck.. would Solas… stalk Varric and Harding, while setting them up on this loooong friggin goose chase through half of the country and leave all those clues for them to follow his tracks…. only for Varric.. to find this letter.. telling him NOT to interfere??? What was the purpose of all this then?? Like, how does this make sense?? 😂 Someone help me understand… That being said, I just really hope it was either case A or B. 😂 Or Varric is just.. wrong? lol OR I should simply stop questioning the logic of this very simple comic. 😂 As long as the actual game’s writing doesn’t leave me with a headache, I’m good.

Though in hindsight, it IS pretty funny how I even kept saying how crappy the Venatori was at his job. lol Like them leaving the X pattern on that deepstalker in volume 1 was such a strange thing to do? And if it turns out to be case C, then I can already see Solas trying to pull this number on us again in DA4. lmao I guess the game’s slogan will be “Trust no one.” It could be Solas in disguise. 💀

- I love how Solas apparently made his own customized Dread Wolf signet ring for a wax seal AND proceeded to even sign the letter with his name, as if there could be ANYONE else leaving a letter like this addressed to Varric in such a place. lmao This MAN!

- Oh dear, Solas really was like „Please Varric, elven mythology already turned me into their greatest villain in history, I don’t want to be one in yet another smuddy literature popular narrative…“ lmao

- I’m a little confused by this conclusion, seeing as the previous volume mentioned that magic had already “run wild in Arlathan Forest for at least a 1000 years”. So I thought this was nothing that happened just recently because of Solas‘ actions? Though maybe Irelin is talking about something else? Or the state of Arlathan has somehow gotten even stranger since Solas started to prepare something for his big ritual he mentioned in Tevinter Nights?

- It’s also interesting to note that, out of all the factions we’ve come across so far in this comic, the Veil Jumpers are now the only ones who actually got to know Solas‘ name and identity?

- So that’s where we’re leaving off and looking at the blurb for the final volume again, I’m curious to see how all this will now tie back to Minrathous and if the Crucious Stone is even going to play any significant role at all. lol As you might've noticed there were a lot of "why" questions here, which I doubt any of them will be answered in the final volume, so... I guess we're just left to wait for what's in the actual game then. 😂

If anything, the preview of the final cover does seem to complete our speculation bingo card, with how it continues to follow the pattern of the factions in the teaser/concept art/short stories from 2020.

So I assume the final faction, which is the only one still somewhat shrouded in mystery, is going to be have something to do with “The Viper“/Tarquin? 👀 So I’m very excited to find out who it’s gonna be and most of all, to get a look at the big city, Minrathous itself (and who knows, maybe we even get to see Solas in the very last panel or something)! Let’s see how all this ties in to DA4! :D

#dragon age the missing #dragon age the missing spoilers #tevinter nights spoilers #varric tethras #solas #da4 #one more to gooo! :D

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