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huntersrequiem-if · 5 months

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Hunter's Requiem

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dark fantasy, horror (?), romance

You are a minor deity of the Hunt, known by your followers as The Hunter, used by the other Higher Beings as The Hound. The All-Seeing Sun had given you countless tasks over your existence.

Yet one day, while on a mission sent out by him, you were summoned and judged for treason. The punishment left you mangled; your magic ripped off.

Cast away, you went into a deep sleep to recover.

After centuries you awoke to find your name spoken in whispers in the darkest nights. The Traitor. The world has changed, yet you still have true believers who await your awakening.

Will you be successful in your revenge? Will you be able to topple the gods or will you try to live in peace?

Features:

Play as male, female, nonbinary.

Your choices will affect the fate of your followers.

Befriend, romance or even antagonize a wide cast of characters.

Have a loyal shadowy companion by your side.

Astaroth [M]

"And to think I hated you. Now I can’t imagine living a single day without you.”

Your “other half”, attached to your psyche. He is content to stay in the backseat and offer comments. Tall and lean with gray skin. His face is sharp and angular, eyes with black sclera and white iris. Long black straight hair parted only by his antlers. His hands are black, tipped with long claws. The gradient loses color the closer it gets to his elbow. When he grins at you, you see beast-like teeth glinting in the light.

The Beloved Moon [F]

"That was the worst mistake I ever made. Please, I will do anything you want for you to forgive me.”

Moon has a curious interest in you. Since the moment she saw you, she had sought any chance to talk with you.

A short woman with deep blue skin and freckles that shine like stars. Her skin is shifting between deep blue and purple. She has a round face with full lips and a button nose. Round eyes with black sclera and bright blue iris stare at you with curiosity. Her long curly hair is white with pale blue streaks. Massive white feathered wings cover her back, sometimes used to cover her body like a cloak. Her smile might be gentle but the sharp fangs showed less so.

The Eternal Night [NB]

“I have turned a blind eye to the world far too long. I will no longer allow anything to happen to you.”

The Eternal Night is a distant person. Even more towards the other gods, yet for you they show a kinder side. They are tall and slender. Their sharp face is softened by full lips and expressive eyes. They have dark grey skin paired with stark white hair, that reaches their chin. The wavy strands frame their face nicely. Their eyes-- black sclera with crimson iris—are often covered by their mask. Massive black wings sprout from their back, and then the light catches the feathers right they look more blue than dark.

Santana [F/M]

"Why is it that every time I look at you I feel that I have known you for lifetimes? Why does my soul yearn for you?"

A priest you met in your past, a rather interesting person with a stubborn brand of kindness.

Tawny skin sprinkled with freckles. Golden hair is kept in a braid, far away from their face, yet a few strands escape and frame their heart-shaped face. Expressive eyes look at you, their blue gaze shining brightly.

They stand at an average height, donning the white and golden robes of the priests of Sun. Over that, they wear a chainmail.

You thought you lost them to the sands of time.

??? [F/M]

“Do you have any idea how long I prayed to see you, to hear your voice?”

Every day, they're slipping farther, their grip on the edge of the chasm growing fragile. Can you drag them back or will you shove them off?

#interactive fiction #if: intro #if game #if wip #interactive novel #interactive game #hunter's requiem if

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cherryrainn · 3 months

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I hope you are well!

Can I request a Hazbin hotel Vox x f!reader oneshot/song fic ( lavender kiss by the licks ) thats just something about a late night spent alone with him? Thinking romance, sweetness, how he is behind closed doors, just overall comfort stuff!

I found your work on ao3 and loooved the meet me in the pale moonlight songfic, it was breathtaking. You actually inspired me to start my blog, your writing is so lovely 🖤

Excited to see what you write,

Signed, Koko

━━ ✧ 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; vox + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; HII!!! THIS IS SO SWEET. I'M SO GLAD MY WRITING INSPIRES PEOPLE!! YOU ARE SO SWEET AND THANK YOU SOSO MUCH !!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; here

the night draped itself over the bustling city of hell, casting shadows that danced to the rhythm of distant sirens and echoing laughter. within the confines of a luxurious penthouse suite overlooking the chaotic skyline, vox, the charismatic and enigmatic demon of technology, found himself immersed in a world far removed from his usual grandiose schemes and relentless pursuits for power. tonight, he was not the manipulative man craving attention but a partner, a lover, basking in the comforting silence that only the late hours could offer.

what is a man?

you, his beloved, sat beside him, the soft glow from his flat-screen tv head casting an ethereal luminescence across the room. the shimmering lights revealed the intricacies of his features—the red sclera, light blue pupils, and that captivating mouth with sharp teeth that emitted a gentle, soothing light. the juxtaposition of his imposing 7-foot stature and the tenderness in his gaze, as he looked at you, was a sight to behold.

what is a woman?

vox had shed his dark blue tuxedo jacket. his fingers delicately traced patterns on your hand, sending a comforting chill down your spine. the air between you was thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that neither of you wanted to break.

what is a heart that loves inside?

"you ever think we'd get a night like this?" he asked, his voice dripping with a mix of mischief and genuine curiosity.

what makes a man

you leaned in closer, feeling the magnetic pull between you two. "in a place like this? never. but i'm glad it's with you."

fall for a woman?

a sly smirk crept across vox's face as he leaned back, pulling you into his lap. his light blue fingers traced lazy circles on your back, sending a shiver down your spine.

what makes a woman take his hand, baby?

"you and me both," he purred, his voice oozing confidence. "this place can be a dumpster fire, but with you, it's almost bearable."

in a wonderland

you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "only 'almost'?"

i'm in a wonderland

he laughed, a sound that echoed with a warmth you'd never heard from him before. "alright, alright, you got me. it's more than bearable; it's downright enjoyable."

take me back to this

the two of you lost yourselves in each other's company, the outside world becoming nothing more than a distant memory.

i just want you to want me

there were stolen kisses and tender touches, each one deepening the connection between you two.

i don't need any other hand to hold so near

as the night wore on, vox pulled you closer, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "you know," he began, his voice softer than you'd ever heard, "i never thought i'd find someone who gets me like you do."

make me scream for this

you smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "and i never thought i'd find someone as...complex as you vox."

i just want you to want me

his grin widened, revealing those glowing teeth. "complex, huh? i'll take that as a compliment."

i need your lavender kiss

with a tender smile, he cupped your face, his glowing eyes locking onto yours as if trying to etch the memory of this night into his very being.

who is your man?

"you're somethin' else, you know that?" he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. "never thought i'd be caught in the feels like this."

who is my woman?

you chuckled, your heart fluttering at the unexpected vulnerability in his words. "feelings are a wild ride, vox."

where is my heart that loves inside?

vox leaned in, closing the distance between you with a gentle, lingering kiss. his lips were soft against yours, a testament to the tenderness that lurked beneath his charismatic exterior. as he pulled away, a mischievous glint returned to his eyes.

what makes a man

"maybe hell isn't so bad if it means more nights like this," he mused, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.

fall for a woman?

the two of you shared another kiss, deeper this time, as if trying to savor every fleeting moment. vox's hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining, grounding you in the reality of the connection you shared.

what makes her think she can take it back?

"who would've thought the big-shot vox could be such a softie?" you teased, earning a playful smirk from him.

in a wonderland

"hey, don't get used to it," vox replied, his tone light but affectionate. "i've got an image to uphold, you know."

i'm in a wonderland

the room filled with the quiet symphony of laughter and hushed conversations, punctuated by stolen kisses that spoke of a connection that transcended the chaos outside.

take me back to this

vox's lips found yours again and again, each kiss a promise, a vow, and a silent declaration of something deeper than words could convey.

i just want you to love me

as the sun continued its ascent, bathing the penthouse in a golden glow, vox held you close, his head resting against yours. "this," he murmured, "this is what makes it all worth it."

i don't need any other hand to hold so near

"you've got me, you know? all of me. and that's not something i give freely." said vox

make me scream for this

"i know," you whispered, your fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "and i promise to cherish every part of you, vox."

i just want you to want me

a contented sigh escaped vox's lips as he buried his face on the top of your head, planting soft kisses along your collarbone. the sensation sent tingles down your spine, each kiss a testament to the depth of his affection.

i need your

minutes, or perhaps hours, seemed to slip away as you and vox lost yourselves in each other's embrace. the world outside faded into insignificance as you reveled in the intimacy of the moment, each touch and whispered word deepening the bond that connected you.

oh, i need your

finally, as the sun reached its zenith, casting a radiant red glow that illuminated the entire penthouse, vox pulled away slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "promise me something," he murmured, his voice husky with emotion.

"anything," you replied, captivated by the vulnerability in his gaze.

"promise me you'll always be mine," he murmured, his voice laced with a trace of uncertainty and vulnerability. "promise me you'll always want me, that you'll never walk away." vox whispered, his fingers tracing your lips.

oh, i need your

you nodded "i promise," you vowed, sealing your promise with a tender kiss.

#VOX #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #fluff #songfic #hazbin hotel x reader

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Matching Scars, Matching Rings, and Future Tales

A/N: I forgot this was in my drafts. Wrote this a while back.

Steve and Eddie had healed together in the safety of Steve’s house. Harrington Castle, as Eddie had named it, had become Eddie's safe house until he was officially cleared of all charges. That had happened quicker than they had thought, and Eddie was about to move back in with his uncle when he nearly got jumped by some of Jason's friends. He went back to stay with Steve again until the shady government people dealt with Jason's goons.

"Hey, Stevie, since we have matching scars, you know what this means, don't you?" Eddie asked as he stood in front of the mirror with his shirt off.

"I don't know. That we're married?" Steve asked.

"Oh. I was going to say that we're connected forever and that you're stuck with me. If you really want to be married to me, then married we are, big boy," Eddie said with a wink.

"Hmm. Married, huh, and all I get is a bat bite scar, not even a ring," Steve said sarcastically. "How will this marriage work?"

"Oh, baby, if it's a ring you want, then a ring you shall get," Eddie said as he slipped off one of his rings and put it on Steve’s finger. "Better?"

"Well, I've decided to put off the divorce, so that's something," Steve said.

"You're hard work, sweetheart," Eddie said. "But worth it."

Later that night, Steve was sitting up in bed reading when Eddie appeared in the doorway, looking pale and clutching his pillow.

"Uh, I heard married people sleep in the same bed together," Eddie said.

"You have a nightmare?" Steve asked, peering at him over his glasses.

Eddie nodded. Steve moved over and pushed the covers back. Eddie crawled in and plopped on his side as he looked up at Steve.

"Whatcha reading?" Eddie asked with a dimpled grin.

"Um," Steve said, blushing. "A book."

"Gasp! A book! What's that?" Eddie exclaimed dramatically and then scowled. "Yeah. Thanks. I can see that it's a book. What book are you reading? . . . The Witch and the Pirate's Heart. . .Steve, are you reading a romance novel?"

"Um, yeah. . .I like romance, so what?" Steve said.

"Nothing wrong with that. So, what's it about?" Eddie asked.

"This pirate kidnaps a king's daughter, hoping to ransom her for gold. Turns out she has powers because her mother was a witch, a fact she never told the king about. The pirate falls for the daughter, and a war ends up breaking out when the king's rival finds out about her. So, the pirate has a choice to make: return to the sea to resume being a pirate or risk everything to save the woman he loves?" Steve told him.

"Oooh! I'm in," Eddie said. "Read to me?"

"Sure, I'll start over," Steve replied.

"You don't have to do that," Eddie said.

"Nah, it's fine," Steve said. "I just started it."

Eddie lifted up his arm and settled against Steve’s chest. Steve smiled as Eddie's hair tickled his chin.

"In the small but grand kingdom of Osprovia, there lived a king with his daughter, and they lived rather boring lives, or so the King wanted his daughter to believe. Since the death of his beloved wife, Christina, King Edmond did everything he could to make sure his daughter knew nothing of the troubles that came with being royalty. Meanwhile, Eleonora dreamed of adventure. . . "

The next morning, Steve smiled as he got ready for work. Eddie was fast asleep, with his face pressed into the mattress while drool spilled out of his open mouth. One arm and leg was hanging over the side of the bed while his hair was covering part of his face. He grinned and knelt down next to Eddie's face. Steve moved his hair out of his face and stroked it. Warmth bloomed in his chest. Eddie's hair was surprisingly soft. It took him a minute to realize that Eddie's eyes were now open and blinking sleepily at him.

"Morning," Eddie said.

"Good morning, I was just letting you know that I'm leaving for work," Steve said softly.

"Okay," Eddie said, his eyes closing. "Have fun, sweetheart."

Eddie rolled over and hugged Steve’s pillow to his chest. Steve watched him fondly for a moment as his breathing started to slow as he fell back asleep. He started walking out of the room and stopped when he heard Eddie mumble.

"Love you."

Steve went to open his mouth to say something when he heard Eddie's snores. Did he mean it? He shook his head and left to pick up Robin. He smiled as he gripped the wheel, gazing fondly at the ring on his finger. Robin didn't even notice until well into their shift.

"What the hell is that?" Robin asked.

"What is what?" Steve asked.

"That," Robin said, pointing to the ring.

"Oh, that," he replied casually.

"Yes, that. It looks like Eddie's ring," Robin said.

"Well, he is my husband," Steve replied.

"HE'S YOUR WHAT?"

"My husband."

"Your what?!"

"My. Husband."

"Your what?!"

"Robin!"

"Steven!" Robin exclaimed. "Did you get illegally married without me being there to be your best man?! We've talked about this! We both get illegally married to our partners on the same day!"

She punched him in the arm.

"Ow! No, it's just a bit we're doing. I think," Steve said.

"A bit?"

"Yeah. A bit. He's not serious. He made a joke about our matching scars, and then I made a joke that we're married. That's when he put the ring on my finger," Steve said, blushing.

"Oh my god!"

"What?"

"Oh my god!"

"Okay, you have to stop doing that," Steve said.

"You want it to be real," Robin whispered.

"What? I mean. I don't know," Steve said. "Shut up."

"Steeevvvvve. You would tell me if you were gay for this man, wouldn't you?" Robin said, pausing. "I'm sorry, bi for this man."

"You'd be the first to know," Steve said.

"I better be."

Steve walked through the front door of his house. The first thing he smelled was burning toast. Oh God, was he having a stroke? That's a sign that you're having a stroke, right? He walked into the kitchen and found Eddie freaking out over a smoking toaster.

"Eddie?" Steve asked, placing the box of food on the counter.

"I swear I'm not trying to burn your house down!" Eddie exclaimed and shrieked when flames burst from the toaster. "That's really unfortunate timing!"

Steve laughed and took the fire extinguisher from under the sink. Eddie quickly hid behind him and watched as he put out the fire.

"My hero!" Eddie exclaimed and kissed his cheek.

"What were you doing?" Steve asked.

"I was trying to make dinner," Eddie pouted.

"And it was toast?" He asked.

"It's the only thing that I really know how to make," Eddie muttered. "I want to do something nice and then tell you about how I got a job at Thatcher's Tire. Also, I lied. Hopper told me Jason's friends had been dealt with a week ago, and our house had been ready for a while, but I told Wayne that I really like living with you so it's really his house. I just wasn't sure how to bring it up with you."

"Well, it's a good thing that you didn't burn our house down," Steve said. "And you're lucky that I got our favorites from Ruby's diner. Let's eat, then clean up the kitchen, and after dinner, we can read more of the book."

"Can I read it to you this time?" Eddie asked, and Steve smiled at him.

"Yeah. Hold on. I have to go make a phone call," Steve said.

"To whom may I ask?" Eddie asked.

"Robin!"

A couple of weeks later, the 'earthquake relief fund' rolled in for everyone involved. Eddie fought with Steve on using some of his money to take him out to Enzo's.

"Come on," Eddie said. "I want to treat my husband. . . Please?"

"And you're okay with people seeing us there?" Steve asked.

"Yeeess, are you?" Eddie asked.

"Okay then, but we're going to have to wear something nice," Steve said.

"You're lucky that I went shopping today," Eddie said.

Steve came downstairs and saw that Eddie had finished getting ready first. He wore a tight red blazer, black jeans, and a black button-up that Eddie left quite a few buttons undone. His red guitar pick stood out against his pale skin. His hair was in a low bun with a few hairs framing his face.

"Oh, yeah, I'm definitely putting out tonight," Steve said without thinking, but Eddie just laughed and took his hand.

"Come on, big boy."

Enzo's was crowded tonight, which was a good thing for Steve and Eddie. They sat in the back next to a window. It set off away from the other people, which is exactly what they asked for.

"So, we finally finished the book," Eddie said coyly as he sipped his wine, and they waited for their food.

"Holy shit, I was not expecting it to end that way," Steve said. "I mean the real reason that King Thomas tried to take Edmond's crown and daughter. . .God, no wonder it was at the bottom of the bin at the thrift store marked do not read."

"I guess that person was against burning books," Eddie cackled. "I just hope there's going to be a second book because holy shit, that ending. Maxwell the pirate deserves better."

"We should make Robin read it so she can share in our misery," Steve said.

"Definitely," Eddie smirked, and they clinked their glasses together.

"I'm glad Edmond worked things out for both kingdoms. He's happy, and I know that he would do anything for his daughter even if it meant helping out Maxwell," Steve said. "I definitely like Edmond."

"I don't know, I kind of like King Thomas and his fancy hair," Eddie said.

"He was an asshole," Steve said.

"Yeah, but he had good reasons," Eddie said. "I'm just glad Edmond finally decided to stop running away."

"I did like that Thomas decided to stop pretending to be someone he's not," Steve said.

Steve reached across the table and took Eddie's hand in his, rubbing his thumb across Eddie's hand.

"You know, you look good tonight too, Stevie," Eddie said.

"Well, you did say you like me in yellow," Steve said.

"Aww, you wore it just for me?" Eddie said.

"I'd wear anything for you," Steve said, and Eddie opened his mouth. "Within reason."

When their food came, they switched back to talking about the book again until they were done with their dinner.

"Do you want to order dessert?" Eddie asked.

"Uh, actually, can we have dessert at home?" Steve asked.

"Sure, whatever you want, Stevie," Eddie replied.

As soon as they walked through the door, Eddie sped off into the kitchen and started digging through the freezer.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Looking for dessert, duh. Ooh, we still have Rocky Road left!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Eddie!" Steve exclaimed laughing.

"Ooh, but we have double chocolate!" Eddie said. "Which one do you want?"

Steve sighed and put the ice cream back, closing the freezer. He grabbed Eddie by the hips and lifted him onto the counter, stepping into his open legs.

"Eddie, when I said that I wanted dessert at home, I meant that I wanted you," Steve said.

"Ooh! Oh!" Eddie said, pausing and staring at Steve. "I don't know what to do next."

"Well, I think this is the part where you tell me whether you want me or not," Steve said nervously.

"Oh! Yeah, I fucking love you," Eddie said, blushing. "I actually wanted to give you something."

He pulled out a box from his pocket and opened it. Nestled inside were two silver rings, bats wrapped around the band.

"What's this?" Steve asked.

"Well, Steve, they look like rings to me," Eddie replied.

"Alright, smart-ass," Steve said. "I mean, what do they mean?"

"I want this to be real, like really real. You know, like a real marriage. I mean, as real as it can be. I still want you to keep the ring that I gave you, but I made these rings because I thought they'd be cute as wedding rings. I know it's been like six months, and we haven't dated at all. Plus, it would be illegal, so it probably wouldn't be all that real," Eddie rambled.

"I'm so tired of dating. I've dated, and I don't want to date anymore. I think that I knew that as soon as you pushed me against the wall of that boathouse. I love the rings, and I love you. This marriage might not be legal, but it doesn't mean it's not real. A real marriage means something to both of you. It's a promise that grows old with you both," Steve said. "A piece of paper, a pair of rings don't mean anything until you make it mean something."

"Have you been secretly working on wedding vows?" Eddie asked. "Because holy shit, so much better than mine. All I can think about is how much that I want to be with you forever."

"That's pretty good too," Steve said.

Steve grabbed one of the rings before slipping the ring onto Eddie's finger before letting Eddie do the same with him. Steve cupped his face and kissed him deeply. Eddie gripped his hair at the nape of his neck and wrapped his legs around Steve's waist as Steve gripped his thigh. In a flash, Steve picked him up.

"Woah!"

"It looks like I was right. I am putting out tonight," Steve smirked.

"You are not carrying me up the stairs like this," Eddie said.

"Okay."

Steve moved him over his shoulder so that way Eddie was looking directly at his ass.

"Oh, yeah, this is a great view," Eddie said.

A little while later, they were both naked and covered in sweat. . .completely exhausted from consumating their batty union. Steve was smiling at the ceiling, and Eddie watched as the smile fell from his face.

"Watchya thinking about, big boy?" Eddie asked.

"Robin," Steve said.

"Oh God, is this marriage over already?" Eddie asked.

"No! She's going to kill me! We were supposed to have a double illegal wedding!" Steve exclaimed.

"Oh, that's good. I thought I was going to have to explain to you that Robin's a lesbian," Eddie said.

"I know she's a lesbian and I know that you know that I know that she's a lesbian," Steve said.

"Look, if she wants to get married one day, then we'll stand up beside her and whatever wife who's lucky enough to marry her," Eddie grinned. "If you want to have a ceremony, that is."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I always knew Robin was a package deal," Eddie said. "Besides, I would be an absolute failure of a soulmate in law."

"I love you," he said.

"And I love you, Mr. Munson."

A FEW MONTHS LATER. . .

Robin stormed into the Harrington-Munson Castle, Vickie following behind her. Eddie and Steve were lounging on the sofa watching TV.

"Excuse you, how do you know we weren't going to go upstairs and fuck?" Eddie asked.

"Please, it's Saturday," Robin said. "Saturday mornings are for cartoons."

"How do you know we aren't thinking about trying?" Eddie asked.

"For a baby?" Robin asked. "Is there something you want to share with the class, Eddie?"

"Yeah, if Steve is determined enough, I think he could get anyone pregnant if he wants it that badly," Eddie said.

"So, you think that if my best friend is baby crazy enough, he can just look at someone and get them pregnant with the power of his mind?" Robin asked.

"Yes!" Eddie exclaimed.

"Yeah, sounds about right," Robin said softly.

"Well, wouldn't that mean that you wouldn't even need to have sex to get pregnant?" Vickie asked.

"Shit," Eddie cursed. "You're right."

"Robin, why are you here?" Steve asked.

"Why did you make me read this book?!" Robin asked, holding up the Witch and the Pirate's Heart.

"I read it too! It was really good," Vickie asked.

"THOMAS AND EDMOND WERE GAY FOR EACH OTHER AND THEIR FUCKING BREAKUP NEARLY CAUSED A WAR! AND IT ENDS WITH MAXWELL IN A COMA!" Robin yelled as she collapsed on the floor. "Steve, why the hell did you make me read this book?"

"They're bisexual, actually," Vickie corrected, and Robin glared at her girlfriend.

"And Maxwell turned out to be a woman! Holy shit! And Eleonora realizing she still has feelings for Maxwell regardless of their gender. . . Holy shit! Maxwell needs to wake the fuck up!" Robin exclaimed. "Who the fuck is this author? Who is Christopher Quinn? Is there a book two?"

"Yeah. We tried to find anything about the other, but it didn't even say where it was published or when," Eddie said. "We looked through dozens of dozens of bookstores."

"Seriously?" Vickie asked.

"Maybe it was sent from the future because that sex scene between Veralyn the elf and her pixie girlfriend, River, was pretty detailed," Robin said. "It was a head of its time."

They all sat around the coffee table, talking about the book and debating it's origin. Meanwhile, amongst the trees behind Steve’s house, a man popped out of a portal and began searching the ground. He looked suspiciously like Eddie, but older and with shorter hair.

"Goddamnit! I know I put that book somewhere! Oh, Steve is going to kill me!"

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milliesfishes · 22 days

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Pray You Catch Me

[fem reader] contains: mentions of pale skin, cheating, suggestive, innocent reader, reader cares to some level about snow. pairing: young!coriolanus snow x fem!reader summary: (au) you’ve been married to the president of Panem for awhile now, and you thought things were going well, until you find out he’s been cheating. author’s note: definitely going to make this a series, this isn’t necessarily a dark fic, but it’s not not a dark fic so keep that in mind. This is my first fic on tumblr and I’m still figuring out how to use the site in regards to fanfiction, figuring out what warnings I need to include so let me know if I missed anything :)

It’s a strange thing to find out that someone you’re not supposed to love cheated on you.

This is a fact you found to be true one night as you wandered the halls of the mansion you inhabited with your husband, the president of Panem. The beautiful, tortured, powerful Coriolanus Snow. A match made in heaven, as your father proclaimed when he told you after your graduation from the university. Somehow, the fact that he’d let you finish school, knowing you’d only be married off afterward made it worse.

But as Coriolanus began to court you, suddenly it wasn’t a horrible idea. He was young, and very handsome, a far cry from the men some of your girlfriends had been forced to marry. Old, balding men with more money than yellowing teeth, and horribly old-fashioned demeanors.

Coriolanus was just as wealthy, thanks to his former Gamemaker position, and the only thing paler than his perfect blond hair was his full mouth of teeth. As for his demeanor, well, he was cold, lightly controlling (typical of a man in the Capitol), but he’d charmed you right down the aisle after all so how bad was it really?

Marriage wasn’t the storybook romance you’d fantasized about in your youth, but it was fine enough, and besides, you’d left those daydreams in the past. You never wanted for anything, were at the height of society, admired and beloved by all, especially now that he was president. The two of you made a beautiful couple, and you were free to do as you pleased, your only obligations being typical marital duty when he requested so and attending the various events his presidency demanded from him on his arm, the perfect little wife.

Even though this was an arranged marriage, and you knew he didn’t love you per se, you knew he was at least fond of you. Through the little smiles he offered you when you’d say something particularly sweet or funny, and the gifts he lavished you with, and the fact that he insisted you slept in the same bed, he showed you. And little by little, you came to like him. You looked forward to eating with him every morning and evening, even came to enjoy his touch, the little ways he gave himself to you as a husband. He treated you with respect, and you gave him what he wanted. Your body, your devotion, your image.

All in all, after almost three years of marriage, you were content.

Until one night, when you were walking down the hallway where his office was, planning on asking him when he was coming to bed. It was getting late, and you’d taken it upon yourself to make sure he got some sleep. Besides, you missed having his warm body beside yours as you fell asleep.

Bare feet padding down the hallway, clad in a silk dressing gown, you crept toward the door. He was talking to someone on the phone, and you smiled softly. That was Coriolanus, always working. Devoted to his career, his life’s work.

You pressed your ear to the door, wondering if he was wrapping up the conversation so you could walk through the door and see him. As you did, you caught the middle of a sentence.

“...told you not to call me here, dove,” he said quietly, almost urgently.

The weight of it hit you like a punch. Dove. That was his pet name for you. Your eyes widened, and your vision blurred, the room seeming to tilt. Dovedovedovedove.

Who was he talking to?

Ear pressed to the door, you tried to make out the conversation. Maybe it’d been some kind of sick Freudian slip, a mistake.

“...I know, I know,” he said in hushed tones, voice cold. “No, not tomorrow, it’s my wife and I’s anniversary. The next morning. I’ll come to you.” He paused. “Wear the black one from last time, dove. You looked so pretty for me.” The last part was said quieter than the others.

The rest of the conversation was lost to you. Your knees felt weak, and you slid down the wall, heart pounding in your ears, arms folding automatically around yourself. Dove.

Another woman.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, and you didn’t know how long you sat there, leaning against the door. For some reason, you felt like crying. Even though you weren’t supposed to love him, it still hit like a slap across the face. For a moment, you wished he would open the door and find you there, and know you’d heard enough to know what he’d done.

But he didn’t. You could hear papers shuffling around, and eventually you stood up, your thoughts still static, and ran quietly back up to your shared bedroom, suddenly not wanting him to know that you knew.

Shutting the door behind you, you scrambled to come to a conclusion. Why was he doing this? Were you not good enough? Didn’t you give him enough?

In this haze, seeing this as the only possible reason, you tore off your dressing gown, running to the closet and digging through a drawer until you found a pretty lacy little nightdress, one he’d gotten for you. In black, he said he wanted her in black.

You pulled it on, hurriedly going to the vanity and adjusting your appearance, smoothing your hair, making sure you were perfect. The black lace stood out against your porcelain skin, making your cheeks look rosy. Your hair was luscious and soft, neatly brushed out. You looked angelic, the picture of beauty.

Quickly, picked up a little bottle, spraying the perfume you knew he liked on your wrists and neck. Does he get her this scent too?

Hazily, you stepped out and went to a chair close to the bed and picked up one of your books just to give yourself some kind of distraction. Your mind raced, a thousand unhelpful thoughts piercing your soul. Maybe if I was prettier…I can be prettier…maybe if I smiled more…maybe if I’m pretty for him right now, he won’t go to her…maybe he’ll forget…

At last, Coriolanus opened the bedroom door, shutting it behind him. The white sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, and you felt a little flutter at the sight, sitting up straight so he’d notice you…

He barely gave you a glance, going around to his side of the bed, pulling his tie off and tossing it on the chair beside his bed. He kicked his shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off, and it went the same way as the tie, as well as his pants.

You stood up, putting your book down, and slowly got under the covers, letting the hem of your nightdress slide up your thigh. He pulled back the covers, getting in and resting his head back on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. You moved a little closer to him, one strap of your nightdress falling off your shoulder. Nothing.

Reaching over, closer to him, you ran your hand up his arm soothingly. When he’d had a tense day at work, this usually worked, but now he didn’t respond. You moved closer, running your hand up his chest. His eyes turned to you, but they were void of any emotion. Biting your lip, you tried a sweet little smile.

Coriolanus’ hand moved to yours on his chest, and he moved it off, giving it a little pat. His hand went back to its spot on his stomach. “Not tonight, dove.” Your husband’s words were cold, final. Dove.

Another pang went through your chest, and you moved back a little, feeling like you were free falling. Hedoesntwantyou.

Your eyes filled with tears, and you bit your lip harder, not wanting to cry in front of him. You felt ridiculous, all dolled up in your little nightdress, thinking if you were prettier he would stop cheating.

Turning to the side, facing away from him, you stared at the wall, trying to pretend to be asleep. Not that he’d notice anyways.

You eventually closed your eyes, feeling like the loneliest person in the world, even though there was a man who supposedly cared about you lying there beside you. Knees tucked up toward your chest, covers around your hips, you tried to sleep, tried to act like you didn’t know what you knew.

As you drifted off to sleep, you felt him turn over, a hand coming over your waist, pulling you closer. It took everything in you not to push it away. Why should he get to hold you? Why should he get to walk out of one woman’s arms into another’s?

The last thought you had before you fell asleep was about how warm his hand was, and how it felt wrong that it belonged to such a cold man.

#coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow fanfiction #the hunger games #ballad of songbirds and snakes #president snow #tbosas #coryo x reader #president snow x reader #snow lands on top #young president snow #milliesfishes #the hunger games fanfiction #married to young president snow #Spotify #milliesfishes snow

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meanbossart · 3 months

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Alright, I am like 90% sure there is ONE line in A Novel Experience touching on Gale GTFOing rapidly, so I don't think there are answers in there for me. So I come to you and ask-WTF went on between Gale and Drow???

Alright, so

There are two versions to what happened to Gale in my first campaign (the OG DU drow campaign that this whole universe is based around), lets begin with the technical version. As I've only somewhat recently come to understand, my Gale was bugged. I had 1 interaction early in the game that slightly veered into romance which didn't go anywhere, and first chance I had I clarified that I was not interested in him that way (the whole reason why It happened in the first place was because i misunderstood his dialogue). Despite this, and despite me turning him down in every romantic interaction following, I kept getting them and my interactions with him were as if we were romantically involved. I even got one exchange (the one about muscles glistening and cheeks flushed) twice, and rejected him both times.

So, later in the game once DU drow and Astarion sucessfully 5d chess-ed their way into falling In love, I was surprised to still be informed i had to "break things off" with Gale if I wanted to get with him. Which I did. And he gave me a whole spiel about it.

Now it's crucial you understand this was early in the game's release, I went into it completely blind and I had never played a game like Baldur's Gate before, so I was not familiar with the mechanics at all, which... Kind of led me to believe Gale was just like that normally.

From that point on I was highly amused, but for roleplaying purposes I decided my drow would have been highly annoyed and a little creeped out. And so I proceeded to be extremely rude to the guy at every chance I got. This eventually resulted In him pursuing the crown of Karsus despite me (rudely) telling him that was a very dumb idea.

The second version of what happened, as I already touched on above a little bit, Is the Narrative one. As I mentioned I had no clue what was and wasn't supposed to happen, so I just... Went along with it within the role-play.

So our beloved DU drow gets worms. He goes on a grand adventure with this weird possy of people to find a cure. When the tiefling party comes everybody except Astarion wants to get into his pants (because I left him on the beach for like a week and then proceeded to be The Rudest to him, sorry babe, I didn't see your pale ass and the asshole dialogue options were Really funny).

Someone else who Didn't seem to wanna fuck him was the wizard. He said he just wanted to show him a magic trick and he (and, I'll admit, me) really thought that was just that. The scene unfolds, Gale tries to teach DU Drow to cast a spell but his 9 intelligence says No. The unsolicited date ends abruptly because Gale is upset that a champion fighter without a single cantrip makes for a shitty wizard. DU Drow thinks thats the end of that - It's Not.

Then what proceeds to happen is a long, annoying, somewhat unsettling dynamic where Gale continually tries to pursue him throughout the game, coming to the point where the guy I'm Actually interested in thinks we are together - and when DU drow tells him verbatim that he had no idea they were even a thing in Gale's mind, he has to hear him whine about it. Add to that the fact that all Gale talks about is his ex-girlfriend, DU drow is (kind of justifiably) led to believe he must be a Profound weirdo to whom he cannot ever say even a Neutral word to again lest he becomes any more infatuated with him - 0r whatever the hell is going on.

Whether it be DU drow's own inflated ego or the actual truth, when Gale begins to pursue the crown he also assumes he's just doing it to spite him - so he isn't the kindest to him about that either.

And within this narrative that I concocted around a simple bug that didn't let me end a romance, I cannot imagine Anyone getting on particularly well with Gale within my main party. Drow thinks he's madly in love with him, Shadowheart is probably a little confused but she trusts DU Drow's word on the matter more than the Wizard's, Astarion thinks... What Astarion thinks.

So, no, they didn't part on the best of terms.

Before anyone gets mad, I assure you - I've completed the game again since then, I realize this is Not the intended Gale experience. He's a hysterical and deeply interesting character and only Slightly clingy and weird.

But, you gotta admit, this is way funnier.

#ask #DU drow #i'm sorry for always weaving such a tale out of these kinds of questions #i like to have fun #bg3 spoilers

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rotting-ink · 4 months

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Romance Options First Appearance

Written for if the player is bisexual. If the player chooses only female love interests, then all the RO's are all women. Same as for if the player chooses only male love interests.

Luther looked over the hall filled with members of his pack milling around the hall, eyes narrowed on a piece of paper slipped to him earlier that morning. His people chattered amongst themselves, sitting along the low tables, sharing food and drink. Fireplaces were lit. Cubs were playing with each other in little groups or nestled into their mothers’ sides. Harmony. He made this.

He rubs his calloused thumb against the ink, long since dried. He leaned back in his chair, catching the attention of his sister, Emilia. She seemed to bristle at his very movement and Luther folded the piece of paper with a low sigh.

“Em-”

“What?” She snapped, tugging at a lock of her dark hair.

Luther dragged his tongue over his teeth, eyes narrowing. Even the hall quieted as her outburst. She was getting too unruly for her position. Any day now she was going to make a mistake that he wouldn’t be able to save her from.

“Your little friend.” Luther said after a moment. “Is dead.”

Emilia froze up, turning around to stare at him with her lips slightly parted. Luther settled back into a comfortable position in his chair, turning away from her to let the piece of paper flutter from his palm, into the fireplace by his legs, being eaten up within seconds by the flames.

“... Luther.” Emilia whispered. “What did you do?”

Sienna reclined on her sofa as her guests gushed about her wonderful party, the entertainment, the food, all so wonderful! She just watched them, running her perfectly manicured thumb over the rim of her wine glass, swirling the dark red liquid around.

God, she was fucking bored.

She’s done it all before. Again and again. The parties, the games, the drinking, the sex, the spending. She was starting to feel old. And there was nothing Sienna Della Rovere hated more than feeling fucking old.

She watched her guests dance and gossip and coo. She watched them eat her food and enjoy her singers and whisper about how one of these days their host simply must marry one of the eligible bachelors constantly hanging around her.

They too, were fucking boring. Every day was so… Fucking… Oh?

One of her little assistants was stumbling over themselves to get to where she was languidly lounging, their little face pale with shock.

“Baroness Della Rovere! Baroness!” The little thing tottered to a stop in front of her, panting.

“Yes?” Sienna replied mildly, a perfect eyebrow raised.

“I… The… The Clerk… He’s been found dead.”

Sienna’s mouth parted in a perfect shocked expression but the edge of her lip twitched.

Finally, some fun.

Victor got home late. The best time to get home. Silence. Nothing but the fireplace crackling with a flame that was lit specially for him. It was hard to remember a time when he wasn’t living such a life. Not that he couldn’t remember, it was that it was a time that felt like a glowing ember to try and touch without hurting yourself.

So he didn’t. So he lived the good life, with a crystal glass of brandy held in his palm, a book open on his knee. So, he enjoyed his new life.

Then he heard them. His spouse. A few thumps upstairs and muffled movement. Victor stilled and glanced towards the ceiling, as if it would let him see through the wood, watching as they trotted around and bumped into things as they tried to pull on their evening robe. His lips thinned but as he heard their footsteps make their way down the grand staircase, he schooled his expression into something warmer. By the time the door to the study swung over, he looked downright loving.

“Victor.”

“My dear.” He reached out for his beloved spouse to rest their leathery hand in his. “You needn’t come down to greet me. You should be resting.”

Their cold eyes bored into him before they slowly parted their lips.

“Victor… That boy is dead.”

He blinked at them a few times.

“Luke. Luke is dead.”

His stomach tightened, the whiskey curdling in his gut. The glass slipped from his fingers and smashed on the floor.

Zaniyah was cold. So fucking cold. She was always cold these days, but it didn’t mean that she ever got used to it. That she’ll ever want to get used to it.

Her black skirt drags on the ground as she walks, leaves and dirt staining the hem. Hard to remember a time that she’d ever cared about what the hem of her frock looked like. There was once upon a time that she’d gain stares and whispers about the state she was in. Now she glides through crowds and groups and no one takes notice of her. No one yells at her for bumping them, no one grumbles when she steps on their foot, no one yelps when her umbrella smacks their face.

Bliss. If only she wasn’t so cold.

She glides past the elderly lady at the desk, squinting through her clouded spectacles. She descends the stairs, pausing a bit as the doctor ascends the stairs, rubbing his eyes wearily. Zaniyah admires his profile, tilting her head. When he’s out of sight, she continues her way, perfectly buckled, muddied shoes making neither a sound or a stain on the tiled floor.

Then she arrives. And there he is.

The body lying on the white slab, a slender, greying pinkie poking out from under the tarp.

“Hello, Mister Buckley.” She murmurs and slips her notebook free from her jacket.

#story snippets #l rawlins #s della rovere #v de winters #z chambers #the rot of witchwood #just love interest things

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Characters: Ascended Astarion, my tav Arsenia (tiefling)

Pairing: m/f

Keywords and warnings: villain couple, lip biting, kissing, lip bite play, dom tav, romantic, dark romance, mentions of torture at the beginning.

May be minor spoilers to Cazador's scene.

Ao3

Edit: I reworked it some more. Hopefully it's better.

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It has been a long night down at the underground levels of Cazador's palace. A long and difficult night, but i endured. I enjoyed setting all those hulking beasts on fire, hearing their whimpers as their scorched fur filled the air with nauseating stench.

Ever since my lover told me about his life in the Szarr palace, the torture and humiliation he endured, i have been seething. Silently and keeping my heart a locked stronghold. Spending time with our adventure party and cracking jokes with them made me forget. Just for a short while. Sometimes i even cracked some risky ones to my beloved, i enjoy teasing him, but made sure to never go too far.

Tonight, however, when all of us were covered in blood and gore, the master of the night hid in his coffin like a true coward. I was expecting more, something grand, but all i wanted was to see Astarion ripping him apart.

There he was, my lover, tearing open the coffin and throwing the man- who will soon cease to be - on the floor.

Cazador mumbled his threats, as expected, and then Astartion asked for my help. The look in his eyes is something i'll never forget.

I didn't even hesitate, he was already cursed and once you're barely human you start looking at things differently.

This ritual could make him a sun-walker end make his life come full circle. From the bottom to the top. I, Arsenia, grew up in the wilderness, learned to hunt as a tiny girl with nubs on my forehead. Learned to trap monsters, cook, make clothing, defend myself and my family. I know the laws of nature well, they're often unmerciful and unfair, best you can hope is a quick death.

I linked our tadpoles and let him see the scars. Standing in the background, i inched closer to enjoy the scene. Astarion ripped Cazador's clothing off and exposed a pale lean muscular body, adorned with bruises and cuts. When Astarion stabbed his dagger into Cazador's back, he uttered a bleak cry of pain. That very second a wave of arousal caressed my loins. Throbbing after each delightful scream. It was joyful hearing the screams of the man who was going to kill my lover and gods know how many more people after that. I never expected to get such a physical reaction, but it wasn't unwelcome.

Shadowheart yelled something in the back, how dangerous the ritual was or that we should stop. Honestly, i was fully in the moment, feasting my eyes on every cut and turn of the blade. On every scream... and yelp and tremor.

I've seen Astarion's scar so many times that i can see it with my eyes closed. There's something beautiful in it. Then again, the skin of your lover makes everything beautiful.

Once the ritual was over, he seemed different, slightly distracted. I asked him if all was well and he said that the world seems to move at a faster speed. He said that he felt how all the lowly creatures wanted to serve. I had an odd feeling then, down in my chest. He looked at me with those eyes that could coax me into anything and said he could hear that in me too. My quickened pulse. How i'm waiting for a command. That clever little bastard knows what he's doing, i felt the urge to grab his waist and squeeze it tightly against my body. I wanted to crush him in my arms. Rip his lips off his face with a single lustful kiss.

I'm a tiefling with draconic ancestry, my blood is fire and my instincts murmur inside my veins like songbirds, i'm a good head taller than Astarion, life in the wild has made me muscular and strong. Astarion never called me a monster, unlike some people in the cities and villages i have travelled through. I accepted him as he was. Sure, he was a great companion, silver tongue, not bad-looking either, but his skills with the blade and bloodthirst conquered me. Out in the wild i was forced to use my blade more than once, use my magic to both hunt and burn faces of thieves.

I knew ascension would change some part of him, but i hoped, blindly like all lovers, that no great harm would be done. I wanted my lover to meet his full potential - he seemed to hunger for the ritual too – so i gladly lent a helping hand. So, the circle was complete, the predator ate the weakling creature, what's next?

Astarion stepped closer and asked me about immortal life. He said he wants me in his future, as his consort, and i said yes. I'm growing weary of hiking from town to village to town, always the same, hunting, working as a blade for hire, moving again. My parents were killed in the outlands. Their graves are growing moss and lichen. The more i see in my travels, the less i want to settle down. Humans are such evil bastards. So many unspeakable things have my eyes gazed upon.

This adventure gave me a family… a lover. Astario, he's speaking of taking over Baldur's Gate and it might just be the piss of 7000 souls in his head…but…if he's serious, i can't say that i want to stop him. Ever since we entered the city all i saw was prejudice, cruelty, rudeness, corruption. I bet my left horn we would to a better job as rulers. Me and Astarion.

"Can i kiss you?" i asked and he smiled, pointing to the ground. He expected me to kneel, but i'm not into that kind of play. At least when not in the right mood.

I straightened my shoulders and snatched Astarion into my arms, holding him like some groom would hold his shy wife. He looked so beautiful in my arms, in his new fancy silks, and that little expression of surprise suited him very well. That tiny surprise morphed into a heavy-lidded grin.

"I forgot, you never liked taking orders."

"That's what you get for making the most stubborn tiefling your spawn."

I press my lips against his and our kiss is passionate and sloppy. Our tongues are engaged in a dominance battle. Then i feel a sting in my lip and notice a crimson fluid smearing on Astarion's cheek. I stare at him quietly, as he gazes back, eyes half-closed and inquisitive.

I run the tip of my tongue across my lower lip and find a spot where the salty taste intensifies. I lick the wound slowly, under Astarion's unmoving stare. The crimson tastes intoxicatingly sweet, i lick the wound once more, spread the crimson nectar onto my upper lip and go into another deep, yet needy kiss. Astarion grabs my face and sucks on my wound greedily. I enjoy his animalistic passion, it's not too different from my own. I give him a minute and then his soft gorgeous upper lip is between my teeth, and i bite. I take over his mouth and relish every salt-flavored kiss he gives me. He mumbles in delight and his hand on my neck clenches, pulling me closer. Lust is written all over our grimy little bloodstained faces.

#bg3 astarion #astarion fanfic #astarion #astarion x tiefling #astarion x tav #astarion romance #ascended astarion #tav x astarion #ascended astarion x tav #ascended astarion fic #astarion fanfiction #astarion smut #ascended astarion smut #this story has a part 2 now #it is more bloody and smutty too #dark romance

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pillow-anime-talk · 9 months

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13. “Look into my eyes and tell me that you’re not lying. Do it, I am waiting.” -gentaro 🍭

# tags: scenario; current relationship; light romance; angst which turns into a comedy; fluff too; quarrel; mention of crying; sfw

includes: female reader ft. gentaro yumeno {hypmic}

13. “Look into my eyes and tell me that you’re not lying. Do it, I am waiting.”

Enraged, you tapped your index finger on the mahogany countertop in the tiny kitchen, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. It was eight o’clock in the evening; you just finished your night skincare routine and all you dreamed about is your favorite series or book, warm tea, a soft blanket and the presence of your loved one. Unfortunately, you found out something that literally broke your heart in half that day. For the first time in your life you felt so betrayed, so deceived, so sad, so angry, so... You just felt bad, the worst in the whole world.

This evening was supposed to be perfect; there were few customers at work, so you spent that day talking to your co-workers, your closest friends. Then you went to the store for some really quick shopping (you bought a kilo of flour, three apples, a packet of chia seeds and soy noodles for tomorrow’s lunch) and finally you took the above-mentioned bath and ate supper, waiting for Gentarou. In the meantime, a few things happened... Things that ruined your mood, plan of the day and plans for the next hours (or even days).

When you heard the key click in the door, you rolled your eyes almost immediately, snorting under your breath. The slam of the door and the rustle made your heart beat faster, and when Gentarou entered the living room with a little smile, you almost tore him apart with your dark eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He greeted you and came closer with the intention of kissing your forehead, but you quickly pushed your head away and stood up. “Huh?”

“No ‘huhs’. Do you have something to tell me?” You said, frowning. The young man merely shook his head, unsure of what exactly you meant. “Ah, okay. That’s really interesting.” You giggled as you looked out the window. “I don’t know how you could hurt me like that, Gentarou. I trusted you.” You added, turning back to him. The first tears appeared in your eyes.

“Y/N-chan, what’s going on? I really don’t understand what you mean...” He started a little worried. He wanted to touch your hand, hug you, soothe you. “Darling...” But instead he received a disappointed look.

“You cheated on me!” You screamed, clenching your fists. Your hands immediately went pale.

“W-What?” He shook his head again in denial. “Y/N-chan, I would never do that to you.”

“Then... Look into my eyes and tell me that you’re not lying. Do it, I am waiting.” You growled furiously. “Silence is the answer... No one else has access to my secret candy cupboard! You ate all my favorite cookies, drank my favorite sugary drink, and you didn’t share popcorn with me! I bought it especially for our movie night tonight, Gentarou! Traitor! You are a traitor!”

Gentarou looked at you, almost fainting. A second ago, he wanted to get down on his knees in front of you, want to cuddle up to your feet and apologize for something he didn’t do (I mean real cheating – mental or physical with another person, another woman). He almost cried himself and almost had a heart attack because of your serious expression, raised voice and tears on your cheeks flushed with anger. He almost wanted to call his friends who would confirm his frequent meetings with them, because he spent the last few weeks rehearsing and at concerts. He even wanted to give you his phone and laptop so you could see that he never texted anyone (except you, Dice and Ramuda, and his parents).

He almost died because he couldn’t imagine life without you. And it’s all because of stupid cookies and soda drink...

Definitely Gentarou should run to the store right now for a lifetime supply of your beloved white chocolate chip cookies, drink, salty popcorn, milk chocolate, spicy chips, and whatever else was in the snack aisle...

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the-goblin-cat · 7 days

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sorry to hog your inbox but my beloved, Mindy?

hog as much as you like my dear

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Elmindreda Endymion is her full name. The first I nicked from the Wheel of Time. The second comes from greek mythology, a character associated with the moon. Mindy doesn't have explicit moon theming but as a vampire she gets honorary lunar associations

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Like most filmverse main characters, she is currently 15 and will age as the years go by.

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

She is obsessed with Neville, but it's not meant to be. She is building a little harem of boys and girls who are obsessed with her, but only Merazmus stands a chance. Then there is Adelaide, her endgame, Cherise's rival.

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

She is a fairly typical vampire in that she is crazy about blood, particularly the blood of people who feel strong emotions toward her. However, she can eat cooked food, it's just not nutritious if there's no blood involved. She loves dinuguan, a Filipino blood soup the scholomance prepares.

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Student of course, though part time Schemer and Plotter. She wants to be the Duchess of Oakland and eventually the Empress of San Francisco.

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

She was a quiet girl who liked to read.

🎯 -What do they do best?

Manipulate the weak

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She loves to crack people, to figure out how they work and how they feel. She hates acknowledging that quite a lot of people don't like her.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Her favorite memory is when she met Neville one rainy day....

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

The breakup.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

No, she used to be pale with a human skin tone. She became blue for a roleplay campaign that I made her into a villainous NPC for; see, Mindy has always been an elf, but originally for a more regular fantasy setting. In that campaign, however, elves have distinctive colorful skintones. Becoming a vampire made her colors more washed out and grey.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Never told anyone this but Mindy was inspired by me reading a review for a gothic romance where a mentally ill woman believes she and the object of her affection are reincarnated lovers. So I thought "what if this was thuringwethil and sauron" for some insane reason. Her very first story was about her trying to corrupt some boy into being her dark lord!

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

either a gothic romance or a political fantasy.

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

She is cis and bisexual!

🙌 🍎 - Combining these becuse they're about siblings and parents

She doesn't know anything about her family. The Endymions left few records.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I like how she's kinda fucked up in the head

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

I talk about her fairly often because one of my friends is obsessed with her 💜

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Maybe...

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

claustrophobia

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

She believes it's Cherise but Cherise doesn't see it that way. at first

🎓 🍥- How long have you had the OC? How old were you?

God that original idea was sometime in high school. I was fifteen? sixteen?

#elmindreda endymion #filmverse #ask game

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bookcub · 4 months

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Multiples of 12 if you've got the energy. Otherwise just 12 and 144!

12 Pictures and Stories from Uncle Toms Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe

Need I confirm how awful it is? It was for a class and helpful to discuss in context.

24 Little Thieves by Margaret Owen

One of my best books of the whole year, I already reread it this year, I deeply love this book. Started my Goose Girl journey, found one of my all time favorite protagonists. I think I have like 3 reviews of this book written at this point, I adore it!!

36 Take a Hint, Dani Brown by Talia Hibbert

A reread, one of my favorite romance novels, Talia Hibbert is just a beautiful writer, I love all her novels. I like this one in particular because Dani and Zaf are already friends by the beginning of the book and friends to lovers is the best.

48 Painted Devils by Margaret Owen

I was really worried this sequel would pale in comparison to Little Thieves but I had such a good time and adored seeing Vanja again. The character and relationship development was really where the text shined imo.

60 Cress by Marissa Meyer

Another reread, Lunar Chronicles really scratches that found family itch for me! I listened to it this time and it was so fun to get lost in. Also, Cress and Carswell are so adorable.

72 The Classic Fairy Tales by Maria Tatar

I read a huge chunk of this for class and decided to mark it as read. I particularly enjoyed the critical essays that were included. Gilbert and Gubar my beloved

84 Arenic and Adobo by Mia P Manansala

I feel bad for hating this, but what a poorly constructed mystery! And the mc was soooo annoying. There were good elements, like themes and the descriptions of food but . . .meh

96 The Dos and Donuts of Love by Adiba Jaigirdar

This was okay, but I keep trying to read books set in reality tv shows and um. . .I need to stop, I do not tend to like them much.

108 The Awakening by Kelley Armstrong

A reread for writing a class paper, I love rereading these books, I need more paranormal books in my life. Also, the second remains my favorite!!

120 A Master of Djinn by P Djeli Clark

As a fantasy, this book is amazing!

132 You Don’t Have a Shot by Racquel Vasquez

144 Seraphina by Rachel Hartman

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 4 months

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Pipe

In which Halsin offers his beloved Annie some weed to calm her anxious butt down. Mostly SFW.

“Do you mind?” Halsin rumbled, showing Anais his pipe. She was reading what she called “an extremely bawdy” romance novel and sitting next to him on her bedroll.

“Not at all. What do you put in there?” She watched him curiously as he packed his pipe.

“A variety of herbs used for relaxation.” Finishing that, he lit a match. “I thought perhaps we may both partake.” His hazel eyes met her brown ones. “You’re under such stress, my heart. I can feel wave after wave of anxiety pour off you.” You’re all smiles and full of cheer but underneath how you suffer so. I see how your muscles are always tense, even causing you pain. I’ve heard your cries of frustration as at every turn yet another tells you they cannot cure you. When you realize you cannot save someone. How you cry for your mother when you’re hurt. He put out the match and puffed on the pipe. “Let me help you.”

Tears pricked her eyes. “Is it that obvious?” She whispered, looking away from him.

Oh no. No. No. No. I must fix this. He reached one of his long arms around her broad shoulders, his hand resting on her pillowy upper arm. “My love, I did not say that to chastise or shame you. I said it because I love you and because…I have been there too. This helps my body and mind relax, and I hope it does the same for you.” Please believe me, Annie. Know that I only wish to help.

She leaned her head against him, closing her eyes. “I suppose it can’t hurt. So,” she opened her eyes again and raised an eyebrow. “What exactly do I do?” Picking her head up, she eyed the pipe in his other hand.

“Puff occasionally. That’s all, my heart.” He handed it to her, and she stared at it for a second before bringing it to her perfect lips. Those lips I long to kiss. On her first puff she coughed a little and eyed the pipe warily. “You’ll get used to it.” She doesn’t look convinced. What can I do? “Try again, and maybe—”

“I think slower.” She said, eyes still on the pipe. She puffed more slowly the second time, her tense shoulders already relaxing. Good. Good girl. Be at peace, my love.

An hour later, Halsin knew his beloved was at peace.

She’s staring at the sky, head against my shoulder. It’s as if all her tension has faded away.

“The sky’s just…so fucking pretty, you know?” She murmured.

She’s also high as the trees in High Forest.

He chuckled and rubbed her upper arm. “It is but pales in comparison to you, my heart.”

“You are so fucking cute, love. That’s the kinda shit Da always said to Mum.” Anais sighed dramatically, drawing another chortle from Halsin. “You know, Da…he was amazing. He was just a fisherman, and then he fell in love with a countess.” Her demeanor changed in an instant. “And he was disrespected from the day they married til the day he died.”

“Oh?” Let her speak and unburden herself. Maybe she’s keeping much inside that’s troubling her.

“The Wildhearts drew up an ironclad prenuptial agreement, detailing everything Mum and Da could and couldn’t do. Mum couldn’t take his name. Da had no claim to her wealth or title. Da couldn’t attend certain events with her, and even if he could, he wasn’t allowed to be seated near her.” Her brown eyes narrowed. “Or me. He wasn’t allowed to attend my eighteenth nameday ball. I mean fuck, he’s dead and not allowed to be buried in the Wildheart family crypt! He’s just…fucking in a grave!” I believe she could have worded that better. She suddenly shifted and pulled his face to hers, her expression almost pleading. “I don’t want that for you. I don’t want you treated like how Da was.”

My sweet Annie… He relished her touch and kissed one of her palms. “That you are so concerned for me is touching. However, I do not plan to ever marry.”

Her mouth dropped and tears began forming in her eyes.

Oh. Shit.

He quickly put his pipe down, taking her hands off his face and holding them tightly. “Annie, when I say I will never marry it is because of who I am. Remember what I said? I am unbound in nature, my love. That doesn’t mean I love you any less. What we have is more grounded in nature than the rules of civilization. I would never, never leave you. I always wish to be by your side, Oak Father willing. I love you. To be with you and have your love are the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given.”

She blinked several times, and Halsin noted that her eyes seemed unfocused. “Okay.” Anais nodded as if he had casually told her something unimportant. Realizing that perhaps he said something important, her eyes widened and kissed him soundly. “I love you too, my big sexy bear.” She then tapped his nose and turned towards her bag. “I need chocolate. I’m such a slut for chocolate, love.” She says the most amusing things. Pulling out a bar of chocolate (how long has that been in her bag, I wonder), she offered a piece to him with a smile.

He took the chocolate gratefully, his eyes never leaving hers. What a sight she is. And so generous too.

They ate in silence for a few minutes before Anais spoke once more.

“You know, love…besides my little happy circle of Mum, Da, and Nadia, this is the first time in my life I feel like I belong. It’s nice.” Smiling softly, she took a very large bite of chocolate. “I’m the half-elf adopted daughter of a dwarven countess---I stick out like a sore thumb no matter what. But with everyone…this weird as fuck not-so-little anymore family…I fit right in.” Ah, such a beautiful and slightly awkward wink. “And then there’s you!” Her lips barely touched his before she began to giggle. “I belong with you all right! I belong in your lap and in your bed and on the ground when I feel like it,” When she feels like it is when she wants the bear, which is more often than even I would have predicted. “And…AND…” She popped the rest of the chocolate in her mouth and grinned. “Like this.” She snuggled into his shoulder and chest, holding onto him tightly. “Big sexy cuddly bear…all mine…not gonna leave me, my bear?”

Wrapping an arm around her with the other bringing her long legs over his lap, he kissed her not quite as pale as before cheek. “Never.” How could I let go the one dearest to me? The one who saved my life? Who saved the grove? Who continues with such grace despite impossible odds? Who makes my heart flutter when I glimpse her? Who has listened to my frustrations, ramblings, hopes, and dreams, and comforts and encourages me endlessly? “Never, my heart.”

The next sound Halsin heard was a soft snore from his lover. Trying hard not to laugh, he let a few chuckles escape as he continued to hold her. I will never let you go.

***

When Anais woke the next morning, she was very confused at first. “Wait…did I…sleep in your tent?”

The large elf beside her laughed heartily. “You certainly did, my love! Truthfully, I’ve never seen you so at ease than last night. How do you feel?” Considering all that happened, I hope she feels less anxious.

She hummed as she turned to rest her head over his heart. “Better. It was nice to just not think for a while.” A smile tugged on her lips. “Though, I’m sorry if I said anything weird.” Her brow furrowed, and her nose wrinkled. “Did I talk about my Mum and Da?”

He grinned. “You did. You clearly love your parents very much, as I’m sure they do you.” As I did with my own parents. So, so long ago. “Would you be open to doing this again? Not that I’m pressuring you, mind you—"

Giggling, she pressed a kiss far too close to a nipple. Silvanus preserve, you are too much. “I would, but only if you’re with me. Gods forbid someone like Astarion find me! I’d never hear the end of it.” They both laughed and then settled into a comfortable silence for a while. “I,” she began. “I don’t know if I say it enough, love, but…I’m so grateful for you.” As I am for you, dear one. “I never thought in my wildest dreams I could find someone who not only loves me for me but is as truly wonderful as you. I’m so very grateful, Halsin.” He could feel his eyes filling with tears and his heart near bursting with love as she spoke. Light of my life, how could I not love and cherish you? He suddenly felt her vibrating but not with anxiety---with excitement. “Oh my goodness, I just had a brilliant idea! You like sweets, right? What’s your favorite, love? Once we’re in the city, and I have a godsdamned kitchen again, I can make it for you! Or we can just buy it, if the bakery is a decent one…oh shit, what if it’s something you absolutely adore, I’ve never made it before, and I fuck up so badly you hate those for the rest of your life?!” She shook her head quickly. “Nah, that won’t happen. I’m not that bad of baker. I’d like to think I’m pretty good…sorry.” Her cheeks turned pink. “Getting ahead of myself there. Back to the original question, love---what’s your favorite sweet?”

He chuckled softly, giving her upper arm a squeeze. The next time we are intimate, worship her arms and hands. They are just as beautiful as the rest of her. “How very thoughtful, my heart! Both in thinking of that and not letting your mind run so far so fast. Hmm, I enjoy most sweets the same, but if it has honey, then I’d be most pleased.”

“Honey cakes for my loveable bear.” She sighed happily, rubbing his chest. “Loveable, cuddly bear…can we stay like this a while? Still early yet.”

“As if I could refuse you, my favorite slut for chocolate.” Halsin teased, suddenly tickling her. She playfully thrashed in his heavily muscled arms, eventually straddling his waist and her lips just above his.

Wrinkling her nose, she giggled. “Just how many sluts for chocolate do you know, love?”

His hands moved from her thick waist to her behind. Nature was very generous when making her ass. And her breasts. And her height. And her belly. And her heart, of course! His eyes twinkled as he rubbed her. “Only you, Annie. Thus, as the only one, you also just happen to be my favorite as you are my favorite sorcerer, my favorite star in the sky…”

“Flatterer.” She laughed softly, picking her head up slightly to meet his gaze. “Who knew the famous archdruid Halsin—”

“Famous? Ha!” Am I truly that well-known? Surely not.

She placed several kisses along his jaw and mouth. “The extremely famous, expert healer, and very comfortable bear, the archdruid Halsin is such a flatterer when he wants to be.” Her lips touched his, the kiss slow. “I love you,” Anais breathed. “Gods, I love you.”

He held her tightly to him, relishing the warmth and feeling of her. “I love you too, my heart.” Oak Father, allow me to care for and cherish her in all the days we have together, whether they be short or long…preferably long. She is my sun, moon, and stars---protect her, Oak Father, in the battles ahead.

#anais wildheart #annie wildheart #halsin #bg3 halsin #halsin x tav #plus size tav #halsin x annie #annie like me irl has a ton of anxiety #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #halsin x plus size tav #half-elf tav #these other two dorks and one of them can turn into a bear

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WIP Wednesday!

Gale x M!Tav Angst

Back on my angst bullshit! This takes place in Act 3 after Rhidyl, who just swindled a mysterious crate from a worker by the docks, smells one of the vials within and immediately collapses.

Written from the perspective of a romanced Gale 😭

[TW Accidental drug yse, overdose, passing out]

Time had slowed to an agonizing trickle, Gale's world halted by the sight of his beloved limp in Karlach's arms. He simply could not move to him fast enough, the seconds dragging on into eons before he made it to his side. He must have asked what happened for she answered him quickly, but it was for naught. His mind was firmly elsewhere, fixated on the shallow rise and fall of his partner's chest, his fluttering lashes.

Jaheira wove her way back through the crowd of gawking onlookers, settling on Karlach's heels and pushing for her to move more quickly. She then took her place beside a panicked Gale. "He was playing con with a merchant," she explained, then she glanced about quickly and lowered her voice, slipping something into his hand. "When he opened it, he dropped."

Gale stared blankly at the small vial in his palm. He felt like he should know what it was, the color, the shape, and yet, frustratingly, nothing came to mind.

"He needs a healer," Gale insisted, his voice trembling as he shoved the vial into his pocket and reached for Rhidyl's dangling hand that failed to cling back.

"To the inn first. It will be safer," Jaheira replied, trying to push the two of them forward as the crowd swelled around them.

He was only vaguely aware of the trek back, a few blocks that felt like miles and stairs that felt like mountains. Yet Rhidyl never spoke, never stirred.

"The bed," Jaheira snapped as she pushed the door open and barged inside, much to the surprise of those within.

"What in the—" Wyll exclaimed as the group poured into the room, his words left hanging and unfinished as they rushed by him and the others to get Rhidyl into a bed.

"Where is Shadowheart?" Jaheira demanded, turning a sharp glare onto Astarion, who quit his rubbernecking and shrugged under her scrutiny.

Gale let her and Karlach handle the logistics of it all, his sole focus on his unconscious partner. "I'm right here love," he whispered, kneeling at his bedside. "I'm right here. You'll be alright. We're getting you help." He took Rhidyl's hand in his and pressed his lips to his pale knuckles. "You'll be alright," he repeated once more for himself.

He looked so jarringly peaceful, as if he were merely dreaming, the occasional spasms and twitches the only indication that all wasn't right. Gale stroked his hair, smoothing out his locks and brushing them aside, his fingers tracing the scar along his cheek.

He heard feet shuffling, the words behind him coming into focus. They were debating over the use of magic or mundane medicine, planning to fetch Shadowheart or whatever healer could be found.

And they'd better do it fast.

"I can't lose you," he whispered, as he was left alone with him, letting himself break as the door swung closed. It had only been moments that his eyes were off of him. Why... why did he take his eyes off of him? He should have been there to talk him down from his scheming, to stop him before he even thought to do something so foolish. But he had failed him.

Why must he always find ways to fail him?

He reached out for the Weave, seeking answers in sensation, but magic did not seem to be the origin of Rhidyl's malady. He looked again to the bottle, but nothing had changed, it rang no bells, it answered no questions. So he let it drop and so too did he.

With tears falling unbidden, he pressed his face to Rhidyl's chest, which still fell and rose in shallow breaths, the only thing that kept Gale tethered to what little remained of his sanity. It was all he could do to wait, helpless, verging on hopeless...

But something changed.

The breaths became flutters then staccato bursts, and suddenly Gale was scrambling back, eyes wide with panic. "Love?" he asked, more a plea than a question, his hands gripping air as he wracked his mind for how best to help. "Love, what's—what's wrong? What's happening? What—"

Rhidyl's lids still fluttered but his lips twitched and twisted into...

He was smiling?

#jun wip #rhigale #gale of waterdeep #bg3 spoilers #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #oc: rhidyl

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coconutwaterbending · 5 months

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10 characters | 10 fandoms | 10 tags (we'll see about that last one) I haven't made a text post in so long how's everyone doing. Thank you, rj (@sidprescot), for the tag! This was a nice surprise. :)

Gosh do I have a type and they're all Old Men and Tragic Ladies my beloved. Let's go!! 1. Varric Tethras (Dragon Age 2): he shot right through my heart with that crossbow THE LITERAL SECOND he came on screen and I've been cursing Bioware ever since. He is a nonromanceable short king and I have never wanted anyone more thx. 2. Nakmor Drack (Mass Effect Andromeda): the Tempest Crew is so freaking charming, and while I love my jelly fish cat aliens the Angara, my favorite character is absolutely this old cantakerous grandpa Krogan. Whom, much like Wrex, I wish I could romance. (p.s. there is a TEASE of a flirt option and u can imagine how little that helped my case) 3. Spock (literally every Star Trek iteration): He is my Everything. Nemoy, Quinto, and Peck all bring something unique to the character's portrayal. I love him in every universe and I can never get enough of this EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED NERD.

4. Alicent Hightower (House of the Dragon): one half of my divorced lesbinems and I feel so much for her and the tragedy/complexity of both her character and the heartwrenching slow decay of her r/s with Rhaenyra. I cannot wait for S2. 5. Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy VII): ooooough, beautiful, tragic, kind, funny, cool flower seller of my life. Remake!Aerith particularly stole my heart along with the show. There is this sad, beguiling mystery about her that draws you in, and she is so cheerful in spite of it all. I can't wait for Rebirth but also I am terrified lol. 6. Yennefer of Vengerberg (The Witcher): "How ravishing she is, he thought. Everything about her is ravishing. And menacing. Those colours of hers; that contrast of black and white. Beauty and menace. Her raven-black, natural curls. Her cheekbones, pronounced, emphasising a wrinkle, which her smile – if she deigned to smile – created beside her mouth, wonderfully narrow and pale beneath her lipstick…" I mean. C'mon. That is MY WIFE etc, copy paste rj's exact blurb. Anya Chalotra is the perfect Yen. She is everything and deserves the world and I will glady let her burn it all down and murder me if she wants to. 7. Zero (Final Fantasy XIV): [Endwalker patch spoilers!] who doesn't love an autistic badass goth half-human half-voidsent who has lived as a monster for so long she forgot her own identity and is learning how to be human again and finding her humanity via the power of friendship and delicious food, like. I needed more of her and I miss her already!!!

8. Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul): omg so hard to pick just one from this show (ilu nacho), but Kim Wexler SUCKER PUNCHES U IN THE THROAT with her awesomeness. She is this extremely competent, understated cool, calculating yet caring and earnest character who compliments Jimmy so well and whose nuances her amazing actress Rhea Seehorn manages to convey so masterfully. She is also tragic af, but hello it's Breaking Bad prequel lol. On that note... 9. Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium): DOUBLE KIM WHAMMY!!! They're so alike it's not even funny. I'd say Kim has the stronger moral center between the two, but I love them for many of the same reasons. He is also extremely competent, understated cool, with a side of being totally game for Harry's antics once he warms up to him (my Harry build was 'himbo' so he did a lot of dumb shit but he was nice). 10. Irving Bailiff (Severance): firstable, if you haven't seen Severance yet, please do yourself the favor and don't let me spoil this for u!! Irving Bailiff is an Experience. He is a stickler for the rules and very much a stick in the mud compared to his colleagues, but his true self leaks into this version of himself slowly at first, then in surprising bursts of rebellion that become clear at the end when it is shown that his Outtie/true self is actively trying to bring Lumon down like a TOTAL FUCKING BADASS in the most delightful reveal. Also he has a whirlwind romance with another old man played by Christopher Walken.

phew!! this was fun. lol @ my answers getting longer. I'm not tagging anyone but consider this an invitation to join in on the fun anyway!

#tag games

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xoxoendoh · 1 year

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Precious Metals

Back at it again with soft Naruto romance and terrible pun titles. A soft little Valentine quickfic that randomly popped into my head.

Sakura surprises Ino with nipple piercings for Valentine’s Day. The result is very soft and sweet.

Rating: Explicit with a soft E; no content warnings.

Read on AO3 or below.

Brought to you by “Red Lights” by RINI.

Precious Metals

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

They’d just toed off their heels in the narrow genkan of Ino’s studio apartment.

“More than the gorgeous earrings”—Ino flipped her hair to show off the pretty pearl studs, shiny and heavy in her ears, the perfect addition to her other beloved piercings—“and all of my favorite things?” She smiled at her girlfriend, at the silver hairpin Ino had given her for her birthday twisted into her pink hair. She let her eyes briefly drift down to the red strapless dress Sakura wore, its tempting sweetheart neckline. “More than dinner and drinks at our favorite restaurant? More than finally getting to you all to myself?”

New projects at the hospital and the Intelligence Division had meant they’d been lucky to even share a meal together this month. Tonight had already been the perfect reunion.

Sakura bit her painted-red lip, let it pop out for one shy syllable, “Yeah.” Her face flushed as her deft fingers reached behind, pinched over the dress, and slipped her strapless bra from her body. Like the dress, it was new, too; light pink satin cups and the prettiest pink lace band. Ino watched it fall as Sakura dropped it to the floor, then let her eyes travel back up Sakura’s pale legs, her tiny waist wrapped in red, her perfect little breasts that didn’t even need a—

Ino’s breath caught. “Oh, Sakura…” Two distinct little lines pressed against the bodice, in perfect symmetry. Ino crossed the room without a thought, spellbound; hands poised just above Sakura, eager but restrained. “When did you…?”

Sakura stroked a glowing hand along Ino’s cheek, her gentle chakra fizzling warm and bright into her skin. “Long enough, don’t worry.” She stepped closer, lightly pressed herself into Ino’s hands, their lips together; let Ino taste the last of her fruity little drink on her tongue as she tentatively felt the piercings. They moaned in perfect synchrony.

Sakura went easily when Ino stepped them towards the bed, dresses unzipping and falling around their ankles.

Ino pulled the cosmos pin from Sakura’s hair as she laid Sakura out on her sage bedsheets, pink fanning out around her. Ino felt around on the nightstand until she found a tie and a clip to contain the long hair Sakura loved, to pin back her bangs. She plucked up a tissue to wipe off her lipgloss, then slowly, gently, she dragged the opposite side across Sakura’s full lips.

Ino pressed their clean lips together before pulling back and finally admiring the glinting, new silver in her girlfriend’s pretty nipples. So tight and tall already…

God, what had she done to deserve Sakura?

“So… What do you think?”

She kissed Sakura’s forehead and swept a hand through her hair. “I didn’t think you could get any more gorgeous, but you found a way. Can I…?”

Sakura nodded, still shy, still blushing.

Ino kissed down her neck; nuzzling, breathing in the floral perfume Sakura must’ve sprayed down her dress before their date.

Naughty.

She kissed a circle around an areola before lightly pressing her lips to the metal.

Sakura shivered.

“So beautiful, baby.”

She lifted an edge of the barbell with her tongue, carefully testing the parameters of this beautiful new addition, watching Sakura bite into her lip with a hum. She caught the ball on her bottom lip before closing in a light suck. Sakura’s hand flew to her nape, she arched into it with a trembling whimper. Ino moaned into her, head going light as she circled her tongue, lightly kneading around and thumbing just under the other piercing. She gently pulled the barbell between her lips, then her teeth as Sakura shuddered and moaned, long and loud. It was plenty wet enough for her hand. She kissed into the valley between, lightly rolling the metal between her fingertips as her mouth toyed with the opposite.

“Ino,” Sakura whined, “stop teasing….”

“I’m not teasing," she lied, dragging her lips across metal and wet skin with every word, "I’m enjoying.”

Still, Ino trailed her right hand down, tracing over soft skin and firm muscle.

She didn’t need to look, her hand knew the way, knew every way to get Sakura to let out those soft little sounds that drove her crazy. Knew every place and every angle. She’d rather watch her girlfriend’s lips open in a gasp and close in a hum. She’d rather watch her emerald eyes go wide, then soft; eyes made all the more dramatic with the mascara and eyeliner she’d put on for their date. She’d rather rest her cheek on Sakura’s warm breast and watch pleasure shape Sakura’s features as she played with her new fascination, as she dipped beneath wet lace and curled two fingers inside.

She had Sakura writhing in record time. Ino wanted her shaking. She timed the rhythm with her tongue, pressed with the heel of her wrist until Sakura was tensing and crying out, until every muscle went taught and Sakura went perfectly silent in her pleasure.

Ino popped off her breast to smile against her quivering body. “Oh, already? You must really be feeling it then,” she teased.

Sakura could only gasp as Ino wound her up again, working for a second, and a third.

Sakura was reaching for her. Ino laid her dry hand heavy on her ribs, held her down to watch as she slowly sucked the sheen from her fingers. “I’m not letting you lift a finger, you’ve done more than enough.” Ino stole another kiss, murmured on her lips, “Just be my princess tonight.” She waited until Sakura nodded. With a final push of her hand, Ino reached for her strap in the middle drawer.

In the drawer above, Ino had another surprise for Sakura. Also shiny, also small and metal. Also part of a two-piece set.

She held back a giddy laugh and instead brought her lips to Sakura’s. The apartment building they’d applied for so long ago, the one they’d been eyeing for ages, finally had a unit open up. Spacious, with an actual bedroom, a two-sink vanity, and a nice kitchen that maybe they’d learn how to use together…

They’d never go this long without time together again. She’d have every morning and every night with the woman of her dreams.

Hope y'all enjoyed and have a wonderful Valentine’s Day! 💕 And remember, piercing timelines don’t matter if you're the disciple of Tsunade!

#SakuIno #InoSaku #Naruto #endohwrites #fanfic #naruto fanfiction #kakashi hatake #Haruno Sakura #Sakura Haruno #Yamanaka Ino #Ino Yamanaka #Ino #Sakura #Valentine's Day #wlw

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ivettel · 11 months

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mcr anon again!! seeing your reply made me so happy, you have no idea!

i don’t have a favourite album just yet but i love the black parade (it’s the album i started with), three cheers, danger days, and even though whether it counts as one of their albums is a little unclear from what i’ve seen, i absolutely love conventional weapons! bullets is the album that is probably most different to what i’m used to, but the songs have been growing on me and i’ve started to love it more.

i have not gotten the chance to get into much of the lore yet! i’ve seen bits of the black parade stuff and a mention of the demolition lovers but not much more than that. i’ve been a little hesitant to reach out to anyone to ask about the mcr lore because there’s just so much that i’m a little intimidated and don’t know where to begin 😅

anyway i absolutely love you and your blog as a baby killjoy (i think?? it’s been 3 months since i got into them) and a seb fan <3

hello again!

oooh hell yes the black parade is what a lot of people would consider to be their magnum opus, i adore it--if you haven't already, please check out the black parade live in mexico! something about their live performances is just soo visceral and exciting and it almost makes their studio versions pale in comparison, esp when it comes to this album! seeing them live last september was genuinely actually life changing. my personal fav is three cheers, but there's a mcr album for every mood <3

also, yeah, cw isn't reeeally an album, even if people basically group the songs together like one. in short, what happened during the making of the black parade was really sad, like the band moved to a haunted mansion, mikey had a crazy mental breakdown, etc, and gerard was like so incredibly into the concept of the album that it took. Everything out of him? and like all artists do, he had that moment where he was like, well, i don't want to need to hurt myself irreparably to make art. so the goal for the next album was to just play it straight--no high concept, just pure fucking rock. and they tried a bunch of things that led to cw! but ultimately they couldn't make their sound work as A My Chemical Romance Album, no matter how they sliced it, and also there was some talk that the boys were getting tired of each other. danger days came out of the ashes of conventional weapons, which you can hear musically, and it's very cool! but so like there was a huge gap between the end of tbp and dd and people didn't know what happened in the interim until after the band broke up and released cw.

bullets is SO beloved--like you say, it's the most sonically different! part of that is the sound production quality (they recorded in a friend's basement studio under an indie record label called eyeball records, got signed to reprise after) and they had a shit drummer nicknamed otter (who thankfully got sacked before three cheers), and the boys were ohhh so very new to all of this. another part is That Was The Scene, they were raised on new jersey rock legends like the misfits, thursday was (and still is) super popular, etc. it's crazy though like, ray was going to try and get into the film industry! gerard had been interning at cartoon network! frank was trying to make it with his own band called pencey prep (he didn't join until may 30 2002)!

it's a very romantic album i think, a time capsule of the era for sure. gerard was suffering from crazy tooth pain and had to get punched in the face to stop bitching about it. frank wasn't even in the band and he hung around the studio smoking and napping on the couch. they didn't sell their CDs, they just gave them out to try and spread the word. they were piss drunk for their first ever show because they were so goddamn nervous. there's a lot of extra context that i think makes the album more accessible! but also if u keep an open mind and listen to bullets just as it is, and let all the melodies and themes wash over you, listen to the lyrics, you might find yourself loving it :)

for more info: i would absolutely recommend starting with life on the murder scene for a glorified summary of their time starting out and during the recording of three cheers! and for a full fairytale kinda rundown for their time in the band, tom bryant's true lives is like the beginner's bible. they'll give u a sense of who the band is! the lore and the ~characterizations~ given to them from those two sources have stayed to this day. but then yknow, you get deeper into it and you find that some things are kinda handwaved for the sake of story and you end up obsessed with whatever happened in 2007, and ugh. anyway! lots of levels to this. but def start out with those!

sorry this got so long, i could talk about this band forever LOL. but cheers, appreciate it, and if u ever wanna come off anon and dm we can totally chat! x

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