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nightmarist · 6 months

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Some Zevlor Things —

EDIT 12/2/23: Added a few more things

A fellow Tiefling Hellrider, Tilses, is with him in the caves acting as his bodyguard. He sometimes calls her Tilly.

There is one bedroll in the caves shoved off in the far corner with a book titled "The Devil You Know: An Autobiography" - not sure if it's his personal writing or if he's reading it, either way it adds to the flavor of his of his tiefling pride (and/or anguish).

It reads:

Have you ever had a god change your blood? It is a horrifying thing, even for those who may desire it. Yet few tieflings wished for Asmodeus to claim their bodies, only be given no choice in the matter. It is not as if we were well-loved before the archdevil's gambit. Our people have always struggled against the notion of 'devilkin', as if a single drop of infernal ichor inescapably corrupts. How amusing, when so many others willingly sell their souls to fiends, yet their culture as a whole escapes the blame. By what method can we redeem ourselves, when the crime is not ours? I would drive a blade into every warlock that aided Asmodeus' damned ritual, but personal vengeance cannot undo the will of a god, much less one as slippery as the Lord of Lies. When every passerby thinks you a thief and heretic, it is deeply tempting to become one. (cut off) The only thing that has stopped me is knowing Asmodeus wants nothing more than for all of us to fall from grace.

Around the his table are Invasion Plans for Elturgard, Traveler's Guide to Baldur's Gate, Traveler's Guide to the Sword Coast Vol IV: The Risen Road (which aligns when he tells you earlier there are gnolls on the road), and "Front and Center: a Thespian's Memoir" that reads:

"... in fact, the greatest joy of my life hasn't been acting, but becoming. When you choose a character to play, you don't just wear a mask - you take a little bit of their soul for your own. Whoever you are in your heart of hearts, if only by the faintest note."

Zevlor aside I think this is a sweet quote for the player and player character relationship <3

Dialogue in the Caves:

Zevlor: I Hardly need a bodyguard, Tilses. This isn't Avernus. Tilses: No sir. At least the monsters there looked like monsters.

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Tilses: Commander— Zevlor: Just Zevlor, Tilly. We're civilians now, remember? Tilses: With respect, sir — being a Hellrider is for life. They can't take — Zevlor: They can, and did. Avernus changed things — best we get used to that. Tilses: ... Yes, Zevlor

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Tilses: The Watch or the Flaming Fist? Zevlor: Pardon? Tilses: When we get to Baldur's Gate. Where are we enlisting? Zevlor: I'm done soldiering, Tilly. I'd like a clean start. But go with the Watch. You're too honest to be a mercenary.

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Zevlor: No word from the scouts, yet? Tilses: No sir. But if there's a clear path past the goblins, they'll find it. Zevlor: Yes, of course.

ITEMS —

in the Chest there is a bronze goblet, 46 gold, and a battle-worn blade. On his person he has his gloves (Hellrider's Pride), an apple, a camp supply pack, and the key to his chest.

The blade says:

A fine by well-used sword. It seemed to have once belonged to a holy order, but the indication of rank and patron deity at the hilt have recently been filed down.

The gloves' flavor text says:

A waft of sulphur emanates from this proudly-kept piece.

Celebration at the Camp:

"I should be out there, talking with them. In... Just a moment, maybe." "Is this everyone? Our numbers have grown so few..." "No more. I can't afford to lose any more of them." "No. Let them have fun. I'll be ruining it come morning anyway."

Mindfayer Colony:

Things he mumbles in the Pod:

The pod will show you his memories of Elturel:

After saving Zevlor, I forced myself to pick the "mean" options just to see how it goes.

If you tell him its his fault tieflings were imprisoned in moonrise, he says:

If you tell him "Do yo have a right to ask?" when he asks about the tieflings:

He doesn't argue with any of your remarks except one, when he says "For a moment I welcomed it" and you tell him "For a moment until you realized your reward would be a tadpole" he corrects you:

If you tell him if he wanted power he should live up to his own ideal:

If you tell him to get out of your sight:

When you tell him it's not his fault he was enthralled:

If you tell him "Fine. Good luck, Zevlor."

If you say you could use another blade in the fight to come:

At the Netherbrain:

(smiling <3)

"The journey has been brutal, but I stand here a Hellrider once more, and I would die a proud man if I died this day."

I know it's a Soldier thing to be proud to die for a cause but it still makes me worry for him given his background so far <:]

If you click on him, he has two unvoiced lines:

if you pickpocket him at this point, he'll have the same items on him as before (in this save he has a carrot instead of an apple for me).

His stats at this time: (Steeped in Bliss is from one of my items)

Post Game (Patch 5)

I don't know if there are other permutations of this letter, yet, but this is what I received:

I hope my penmanship has improved somewhat in the past months. When I first stumbled into this city, I shook so badly that I could scarcely hold the soup the priests pressed into my hands - let alone write and thank you as you deserve. It is only when the city itself began to shake that I felt my hands grow still. Along with the other veterans sheltering at the temple - discards of Elturel's 'unworthy' legions - I watched that monstrosity rise over the city. We felt no fear. Only anger. Disgust. Purpose - and with it, power. I do not know what oath we cling to now, or how long it will last - but we shall use it to ensure that this city will not suffer as Elturel did. Whether it wants us or not. It is more than thanks alone I owe. No words can make amends for what I did to my people, but that is as it should be. More come to the temple every day to aid in the relief efforts, and if I am permitted to work alongside them, then I am content. Come and see us, when you can. Zevlor

It's interesting — if not bitterswet, tragic, and inspiring — to hear that Zevlor and other Paladins regained their Oaths via pure, stubborn devotion to saving people when it began to look as bad as Elturel.

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squerlly · 1 month

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flames of desire chapter 10: A weakness?

Alastor X (f1! bunny reader) -NSFW!-

Vox POV:

walking up I open the door, pink smoke filling the room "What's the problem, you better have a good reason for calling me up here!" through the smoke I see two glowing eyes looking at me "Alastor recently threw a party with the devils Princesa" annoyed electricity surrounds me "no need to remind me" "well he has something or somebody I want" "who? somebody that, owes you money..." "Alastor has a new toy, one he almost killed me over and I figured you could use this información~" A new toy? "you said, a person? who is this person..." "It seems the radio demon has a girl, a little bunny that stays at the shit hole" Stepping out of the smoke Valentino walks up to his monitors, pulling up a picture of Alastor and a little bunny girl together "what's her name" "she said her name is y/n, I met her on my search for Angel, she appeared at my club and I wanted to have some fun with her until well..." Alastor now has a weakness, this is something I need to take advantage of "call my assistant over and tell him to ready my drones, I have bunny to hunt down..."

your POV:

"A girl's day?" vaggie said bluntly "Come on it'll be fun" "Angel we have to include everyone in trust exercises, what about Husk or Alastor" "nahh they'll be fine right husky~" he says winking at husk "yeah whatever" "I think it will good for all of the girls and angel to bond" "see Charlie gets it" "ok but no more strip clubs angel" "calm down vagina its just some dressin up, nails, and skincare, ya know fun stuff" vaggie glares at him "come on y/n lets get you dressed up for smiles" "Angel!" Angel smirks as he drags us all upstairs.

we all decided to head up to Charlie and Vaggies room, Charlie said she had a box of nail polish, setting a blanket down on the floor we painted nails and talked gossip. "how about we paint ya nails red to match dark and creepy" vaggie looks at angel confused "are you and Alastor like together?" "hell yeah they are, did ya see the kiss they shared at the party~" Charlie squeals "You and Alastor are together!!??" I throw Angel a scowl "damn you!" "How did he confess to you, did he take you out, did-" "ok hun slow down" I just huffed out a laugh "The confession was... odd to say the least, and he does take me out sometimes" "aww that's sweet!" "Did ya guys fuck yet" "No Angel!, besides I don't even think he's into that kind of stuff" Switching hands Charlie moves on to the next one "Well I think it's nice Alastor has a special someone, he always looks so lonely" "lonely?" "smiles likes to keep to himself, that's why he has always been a big creepy mystery, and those who even look at him funny usually get splattered across the floor"

Charlie finishes painting my nails "They look surprisingly nice thanks Charlie" Charlie gave a bright smile "Good now it's my turn" Angel grabs my hand and drags me to his room "Angel what are you doing" "I'm doin' smiles a favor" he throws me a dress "put it on trust me~" skeptical but curious I head to his bathroom to slip it on "angel what in hell is this!!" walking out angel gave me a short dress, really short and had a deep neckline "just something nice~" "it's...very you" "it's hot, now let's go" "were are you taking me now!"

running upstairs he pushes me into what looks like an office? wait this is- "Angel!!!" "have fun smiles!" the door was already closed. "y/n?" turning around Alastor was already behind me "Alastor..."

Alastors POV:

curious at what was happening I caught a side glance at her dress, it was short, a little too short, I couldn't help but admire how the dress fit her form perfectly, it was tempting... "is there a reason you are wearing something so...scandalous my dear" "No I just- it was angels idea..." "are you sure that was angels idea" I lean in closer, my grin getting wider.

your POV:

my knees felt weak, "what's the matter, my dear" "S-stop it.." "Oh but I'm not doing anything unless you would like me to~" At this point, I was trapped between him and the door "Hmm I have always wondered if you taste as good as you looked" Pulling me closer he leaned his head down to my neck, feeling his warm breath I lift my head "you wouldn't mind if I had a little taste, would you?" "n-no..." his teeth rake against my skin penetrating the soft flesh, enough to draw blood but it wasn't painful, I grip his shoulder as he licks the warm crimson liquid "Just as I suspected, Sweet like candy~"

he lifts me up carrying me, setting me on his desk he stands between my legs, that same sadistic grin lingering on his face "I do like this dress...to bad it's going to be torn to pieces" lifting his hands he takes a claw to the dress, tearing a long line down the front with ease earning a gasp as I sit exposed

"such pretty noises, let's see how many I can get out of you" grabbing my legs he pulls me forward, laying me out on the cold polished wood of his desk, pulling my panties down he tosses them to the side "my my what a mess, how about I help you clean up" with a smirk on his face he positions his head in between my thighs taking a long lick between my folds, I grip the edge of the desk my knuckles turning white and back arching "Alastor please..." I whine desperation in my voice "Well how can I refuse such a plea~"

with no hesitation, he skillfully works my clit with his tongue using his fingers to stretch my sensitive walls driving me closer and closer over the edge, I throw my head back trying to suppress moans and whimpers, feeling a knot form at my core I buck my hips as Alastor picks up his pace "p-please I'm..." and with a few more strokes of his tongue and thrusts of his fingers my release washes over me, my legs trembling.

lifting his head Alastor takes his fingers, licking them clean "were not done yet, my dear" Unzipping his pants he uncovers his hard length, sliding into me with no resistance he started at a slow sensual pace, gripping my hips he harshens his thrusts hitting a spot I didn't know I had causing me to let out a cry of ecstasy, I shoot forward holding on to him like my life depended on it muffled moans leaving my mouth "let this be a lesson not to wear such attire in my presence my dear understood?" his voice was raspy, the static that I grew so accustomed to now gone "y-yes.." "speak up my dear" "yes!!", and with one last harsh thrust I saw stars, his own release filling me completely "lovely~"

taking a moment to catch our breaths he picked me up once again fazing through the floor we reappeared in his room, he sets me on the cold counter of his bathroom sink as he runs hot water for a bath "Apologies for being so harsh my dear" setting me in the hot water my body relaxes as I glance at him "do you not feel tired?" "It's going to take more than such activities to tire me" Just how fucking good was his stamina! "well why don't you join me" "I would cher but..." he let out a sigh "alright I will"

Alastors POV:

taking off my last bit of clothing I slip into the hot water behind her, I look up to see her staring at me wide eyed, she takes her hand to my chest brushing her fingers over one of my many scars. "who did this...what did this" she gives me a sympathetic look, taking her hand I place a soft kiss "a story for another time, do not worry about me" she frowns and I take my hand to her cheek "smile my dear, you're never fully dressed without one~" she smiles, that smile I loved so much the smile that I feel defeated my own, she takes my hand lacing our fingers together, with closer look I notice her nails were painted "I see you like my color?" her face flushes and I smirk "Charlie painted them, Angel said they matched you" "there perfect!" dragging her closer I hold her against me taking in her sweet scent and feeling her smooth skin "I love you Alastor~" hearing those words, my chest felt warm, love an emotion I thought I would never succumb to, but it felt...good "I love you to y/n"

OMGGG this chapter took 3 DAYS to write but it's here and with more spice~ I hope you all love this chapter and have a lovely day/night!!!

-squerlly

@pooplyface1423 @strippezzz

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lxvvie · 23 days

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OKAY LEMME ELABORATE

‘Road, down these old dirt roads

How far does it go?.’ And

‘We've been at it all night long

At each other throats’

Reminds me of Simon when he comes back to fix his family… Tommy’s drug problems and obviously his shitty dad, it makes me visualise the fighting, the self righteousness of both Tommy and his father when they realise Simon isn’t there to play fiddle to their habits.

‘Lived a lot of life and my biggest mistake

Is leaving my town with a pretty lady

Shredded my heart like a day old paper

Ran me wild and drove me crazy’

Reminds me of when Simon realises he’s falling in love, the panic, the stress and frustration because when Simon falls it’s scary; it’s paralysing and when Ghost falls it’s carnal and borderline erratic, it’s a battle between two sides of him on who will be buried at the doorstep of your shared home and who’ll have the privilege of loving you.

‘Lived my life like it was one big Vegas’

The ‘big Vegas’ implies loneliness and isolation which Simon is used to, he’s used to the 5 minute highs and lifetimes of regret that come from hookups, drugs etc which is what Vegas is mostly associated with.

‘I pour my shame inside my cup and drink myself to sleep

If I make it through the night then it's a sweet dream

I got demons, devils calling me

Came out the gutter covered in dirt, got it all over me’

I feel like this speaks to Simon because of his past, the ptsd, the trauma from his father AND from being buried alive, from being in the 141 and from simply surviving takes a toll and sometimes it’s easier to sink into ghost than to be Simon, so much so that Ghost could be the ‘devil’ calling him in the sense that his persona tempts him to avoid and suppress things he so clearly needs to deal with and escape into somewhere where his past will never get him.

I'm sipping on whiskey, I'm feeling it now

Tell momma I'm sorry for letting her down

I feel like this is self explanatory 😭✋🏾 Simon misses his ma.

I hope this all made sense 😭

-drama nonnie

Fuck, this tugs at my heartstrings but let's talk about it, Drama Nonnie.

Simon who fuckin' loves you, shit that burns brighter than any resentment that he held for his family and the loneliness that came after their deaths.

Simon who is torn between wanting to be near you and wanting to stay the fuck away because what he feels is so consuming that he fears it'll consume you, too, even though that's what he wants. And he loses himself in the next best thing but what else does it do besides make him feel worse?

Simon who yearns for his mother and her guidance, a shining light so caught up in her husband’s and sons' misery, who made him swear once in a rare moment of defiance that he never do to his future spouse what his father did to them.

Simon who calls you once when the walls around his heart crack and crumble into tiny pieces, the loneliness prevails, and he sounds seven ways into hell and misery, and if you didn't know better, you'd think he was choked up the way he was talking. But fuck, maybe he is.

Simon who wants to hear you speak, wants to hear your voice, and he swears he could be a better man—a good man—for you.

Simon who thinks himself a coward, because no matter what he feels, he can't bring himself to tell you three simple yet painful words that sit on the tip of his tongue.

Simon who misses his mum, misses her wisdom and wonders what she thinks of her darling boy now.

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mean-scarlet-deceiver · 3 months

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Daisy & Mavis?

Or maybe Sir Handel & Peter Sam?

Ooooh, Sir Handel and Peter Sam have a fascinating dynamic. However, I don't really have much to say that others haven't already said, and probably said better. To the degree that I'm tempted to talk about their Trauma Responses, I have another ask about Sir Handel & Skarloey, so I think I'll fold these thoughts into that post.

So, Daisy and Mavis — love 'em — only wish they got more screen time!

("Screen" time. Do they ever have a significant interaction in the television series? I really want to be told if they do.)

Actually they only have one page in RWS where they exchange a word. But it's such a good page. Posting it here for the uninitiated:

Look at this mess. Look at this absolutely perfect bitchfest. There are a total of zero brain cells in this conversation. Venting to your work bestie and and letting loose your inner mean girl. A classic RWS dynamic! It's just the diesel (& the female) version of the Thomas and Percy relationship: They make each other worse.

But, they need each other.

But, they make each other worse...!

Despite their lack of screentime following this, you cannot convince me that these two don't remain peas in a pod, just like 1 and 6 after 6 is transferred to the branch line.

I do think it's rather sad that Mavis is holed up in the quarry. :( There's a real bummer of a line when she appears in a later Christopher story...

"Besides, she sometimes finds it dull up at the Quarry with no one to talk to but trucks." I know it's realistic, but I want better for her. LET 👏 HER 👏 OUT 👏

Once smartphones became a thing, I like to imagine that they videocalled from the quarry to the carriage shed every night. (Annie, Clarabel, and Henrietta are very understanding about this when the call lasts half an hour. If ever the workers try to indulge Daisy and Mavis with a longer call, however, the coaches start murmuring...)

One great thing about this convo is that it's the first time I feel like I'm really, genuinely looking at lasting steam/diesel coexistence on Sodor's 'big railway.' Coz this is a target Awdry has been trying to hit for at least a dozen books now, yeah? Due mostly to his publishers' pressures, he's been trying to have beloved diesel characters while keeping his 1920-cosplay steam railway too, and this is where I think he finally hits the target. Daisy's first appearance was hamstrung because the turning point where she changes her haughty new-engine attitude and where the others accept her despite all the shit she's already pulled is off-screen, we're just told "they're friends now" and have to be all "right. sure." Probably because he got negative feedback on his Daisy hash, Awdry played it suuuuper safe with BoCo and Bear — less so Bear, but that's another post; for now I will just say that in contrast to Daisy they are presented as very clean-as-a-whistle, and their acceptance by the railway is made so much of that it doesn't feel natural, they both feel like one-offs. But then, ahhh. Now we've got Mavis, and Awdry has the bright idea to let her talk to Daisy, and BANG. Now we're here. This doesn't feel Informed, or starch-and-stiff, or tokenistic. You read this and you're like oh, yeah. Even the sleepiest branch line on this railway is now part dieselised. They're acting like characters! Everybody is acting like squabbling coworkers! It's like sinking at last into a warm relaxing soak. Ahhhhh. Here's the good stuff.

Because they don't need to be Representatives of dieselkind? They can just kinda suck for a moment, without being villains? When TVS subs out Daisy for Diesel, it automatically gives this conversation a sinister air. He's the devil on Mavis's shoulder. But in the original, there's nothing sinister here; it's homey. They're just venting to each other. Their behavior is kinda crappy, but also very normal and recognisable. New work besties fr. They are both three drinks in.

Daisy: He said what to you? Omg babe. I cannot believe that old garden shed said that to youuu.

Mavis: Right?????

Daisy: raising a glass Anything steam engines do, we diesels can do BETTER!

Mavis: hauling herself a bit unsteadily to her feet so that her gesticulation can be its most dramatic and sweeping You are RIGHT and you should SAY IT!

(Narrator: mildly ... Daisy was not right and, being probably the most specialised and least versatile engine then on her railway, she definitely should not have been saying it.)

(Above: The quintessential moment. Mavis & Daisy are commiserating/carping, and Annie & Clarabel are trying so hard to not hear their shit.)

Now, I've always had a question here...

Did Toby really say that only steam engines can shunt trucks?

The text indicates only that he was annoyed that she kept re-arranging things, they had a tiff, she rejected his input and left.

Then again, the text doesn't reveal that Percy calls Mavis's shunting "a ---- ------ ------ mess!", so, y'know. We get the minimum detail necessary in these stories. ;)

We never see Toby express any such sentiment about diesel engines. I'm inclined to think he never said this — and I suspect we're not supposed to believe he said this, only that Mavis is in stroppy teen mode and exaggerating and embellishing her grievances to the point where she's straight-up making shit up.

Still, I'm not sure. Usually in the RWS if a character is lying they are slyly or explicitly called out for it in the nearby text and this time the claim is just... sitting here.

Ultimately, I don't think he ever said that to her, but (considering how salty everyone on the Ffarquhar line can get: some have quicker fuses than others but they're all so provoke-able) I don't think Mavis just made this up completely. If she were making up stories from whole cloth, that would be... well, that would be 'Devious' Diesel behavior! I suspect, however, that Toby and Percy (comparing notes on her shunting) are at least thinking it, or have said it to each other, and Mavis has picked up on these vibes. All of which would be incredibly realistic.

Anyway, I bring this up because the answer does color my read of this conversation a little. If Mavis is completely making up attitudes that Toby never dreamed of having, and Daisy just eats it up and eggs her on, that makes this conversation somehow even 10x messier (and somehow I'm still rooting for their friendship). If this is a sentiment that is real or implied when Mavis or Daisy annoy the other Ffarquhar engines (and they can both be annoying, no question) then the bond between these two characters, with their very different personalities, just becomes even more 'understandable.'

Anyway, about those differences. Mainly, Daisy is ultimately very conventional. (This reminds me I have a nearly-finished essay about Daisy lying around somewhere. For now...) Mavis is the original, creative one, the mover-and-shaker. All Daisy's initial behaviors, as Hazel observed recently, are things we've seen from proud new engines before! She wants lots of attention, she boasts, she tries her damnedest to get out of work that she thinks is beneath her. What Mavis wants is to improve things, to have more responsibility, to get to stretch her wheels. Furthermore, Daisy by nature is keen to avoid work that's too heavy (she's a railcar with limited pulling power, so, you know, understandable); Mavis doesn't mind work — she just doesn't like being told how to do it, and she doesn't like being bored!

A point where they can be contrasted is in how they accept Toby's help and friendship at the end of their initial... "arcs." (All right, Daisy's "arc" is ended so clumsily that you can barely call it that, but you get me.) I'm not saying Mavis is devious or calculating, but for her Toby's offer of friendship is just as important as a pathway to her getting out of the quarry sometimes as it is for his forgiveness. It is her ticket out. For Daisy, Toby's offer of friendship was important because she wants friends, now she's making a friend yay!! — and I think that was pretty much it. Daisy just wants positive attention; that's what all her 'modern and right-up-to-date' stuff was about, but that failed to get her the positive attention she wanted and it turned out that being a team player did, so she had little trouble re-orienting herself. She resisted the pressure of everyone on the platform for her first train because she clung to the memory of her friend the fitter, but I don't think she's one to resist peer pressure in general, and as time passed and the Ffarquhar line residents became her peers, it was completely inevitable that she start to conform to their ways.

So (although, again, annoyingly — we aren't shown) I reckon that Daisy panicked after Percy's accident when she realized that she would be in trouble too (all right, someone probably had to point it out to her). And so for the first time she pitches in and does some hard work. Toby can't help but own "you did well to get all your half cleared, Daisy" and Daisy's entire system lights up because compliment, baby!!! That's all she ever wanted. She's Toby's man now (so to speak).

I can also easily imagine that, in trying to get adjusted to Mavis, Toby remembered how thing went last time. He must have tried from the first to tell himself, through slightly gritted teeth, "Just find something to compliment the new engine on, just anything. Helps build trust." But he was stymied twice over. 1) She keeps re-arranging the trucks in some crazy-ass unapproved way and he can't find ANYTHING nice to say! 2) It wouldn't have worked, anyway. Mavis wouldn't have been satisfied with just some friendly attention. Mavis wants to do. shit.

Mavis is bright — possibly has little common sense, but she's bright. I do wonder sometimes if her shunting arrangements are actually bad, or if they're just different and Toby and Percy can't adjust. (The text does own that due to the siding arrangements it's inefficient to put the trucks where Toby expects them. She probably does optimize things — from her point of view, anyhow.) Either way, though, here is an active and creative mind at work. Plus, her ploy to slo-o-owly expand her pathway down the line in "Toby's Tightrope" shows long-term planning, which is hardly something we've ever seen any vehicle do! So yeah, she's well above-average bright for an engine.

Hilariously, in Their Own Scene she is easily impressed by Daisy's lofty confidence (another classic RWS dynamic — it's giving Duncan staring amazed at James's boasting), but she's also super young, hasn't been Toby-fied yet, and in short I expect that as the years go by Mavis is likely to see Daisy as less of a role model and more of a crony/partner-in-crime. Daisy might instigate things sometimes — but she needs Mavis and Mavis's bright ideas before she really makes much headway! And I expect Mavis is often the instigator anyway. In her literary-device role of Second Coming of Thomas (Dieselised Flavour), she probably continues to want all sorts of things that engines aren't supposed to pine for (silly stick-in-the-muds!) Daisy is quite content to grumble but put up. Mavis will find a way to make stuff happen.

(Which is the only explanation we're going to get for how Mavis is at large on every quarry and some not-remotely-a-quarry sets on the island, come TVS!)

That was a light rap on the TVS there, but not a very hard knock; at least TVS insisted (in spite of all logic) on using her character for stuff. Christopher lets me down, personally, by finding so little for Mavis to do — and never having her and Daisy interact! I want more of this shit so badly.

However, in the Author's Note of Thomas Comes Home, Daisy apparently has a bee in her bonnet about fans who think the series has no female engines and is like 'me and Mavis tho!!!!!!' Which... I like seeing Daisy mention Mavis. That's all. It assures me that they’re still a duo (although I prefer Wilbert's interpretation that they bond over being The Two Diesels On This Line vs. Christopher's implication that their bond is being The Two Girls On This Line).

#i want them to have more adventures in making things 'better' (worse)#like the lucy and ethel of the ffarquhar maybe?#(i haven't actually seen i love lucy... this is just osmosis)#i would also be all right seeing them kiss #highly acceptable #just give me more daisy & mavis content. please.#d1+fqc #great ask!#thank you #chatter #ttte daisy #ttte mavis #ttte toby #wilbert awdry really said 'someone on the ffarquhar needs to civilize these headstrong young half-feral engines'#' ... and it ain't gonna be thomas lmfao'#i think he's WRONG to discount thomas and percy but i think it's very funny that his attitude is just 'they're toby's problem coz no one #else is qualified'#'thomas and percy are out there causing wrecks and playing dress up and being chaos gremlins themselves'#ttte analysis #ttte headcanon #also 'no one to talk to but the trucks' IS big 'i was desolate. all alone in the empty manor. me and a staff of eighteen servants.' energy #the SOLITUDE mwahaha #... but yeah i get it #get 👏 her 👏 out 👏

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simplyholl · 5 months

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Although I was a constant lurker for months, today marks my one year as a Loki writer. It has been so fun whoring out with all of you. There have been too many laughs to count. By some miracle, I’ve reached a little over 1,000 followers. I’m shook that so many of you are interested in partaking in my wildest fantasies. But I am so thankful for all of you. If you have read, liked, commented, or reblogged anything - thank you from the bottom of my heart! I love reading every wild thing you have to say about these scenes I’ve created.

Sometimes I will just sit there and read your comments over and over in complete shock that my words would elicit such responses. I am so thankful for our little corner of the internet where we can unashamedly be ourselves. We all have different backgrounds, cultures, and lives but we can all agree we just want our favorite god to dick us down.

I’ve made lifelong friends from doing this, and I would’ve never met them otherwise.

@lokisgoodgirl Thank you for giving me the kick in the cooch I needed to start posting my writing. I would have none of this, if it wasn’t for you. Your words of encouragement mean everything to me. Thank you for being my tech expert for the first little bit. I would never give anyone else my login info. You’ve helped me get through some of the toughest times of my life and I am forever grateful for your friendship. I love listening to your voice notes. Your “Good morning” always puts a smile on my face. I hope we can meet in person one day, although I can’t promise that I would keep my hands to myself. I love you endlessly.

@wheredafandomat I only met you at the end of January, but it feels like I have known you my whole life. Is it possible for two people to share the same brain? Because I’m sure that we do. You can make a 2 hour phone call feel like 5 minutes. I’m lucky to have you in my life. My frequent collaborator and birthday twin - I love you so much.

I couldn’t think of a celebration that I wanted to do, but I wanted to share some of my favorite comments over the course of my time on here.

#burdened with a glorious manhood

-@coldnique

The threat to use his vibranium hand to do the choking was just the cherry on top of my death day cake. This is a filthy masterpiece

- @joyful-enchantress

Well spank me sideways, this went from O-deranged in 2.5 seconds AND I'M NOT MAD ABOUT IT

- @thedistractedagglomeration

Ohhhhhh he talks her out of her hero panties and in to his heart

- @cakesandtom

"sit on his face darling" l'm not gonna survive another paragraph I swear to god.this is too much in the best way

- @lokisgoodgirl

The thought of being an avenger and having Loki fuck you senseless is stupid hot, but add into it him talking about making you carry his secret sex baby and still be an avenger is 🔥🔥🔥

- @itsybitchylittlewitchy

Take that you little shit! I am so glad he saw them together and still mounted at that!

- @silver-tongue-taken-to-bed

I mean it's a fitting description after all the devil is tempting and so is Lokis dick

- @fictive-sl0th

You had me at President Loki and biting!

- @marygoddessofmischief

should have really realized that it was you, my dear, who wrote this!

- @smolvenger

I don't need legs, l'll just drag myself around.

- @goblingirlsarah

Spelling his....spelling his name.. ☠️☠️

- @lokisgoodgirl

absolute genius. i read the part about considering staying with him even if just for the sex and i was like "YOU GO Y/N GO GET THAT MULTIVERSAL ASGARDIAN DICK"

- @muddyorbsblr

Yeah Narfi you little bitch. Take that!

- @wheredafandomat

This was so naughty!!! When the vacuum fell and he was like, "fuck it" then continues to pound you harder!!! 🥵🥵🥵

- @mochie85

I neeeed a tall Loki to be my coworker for the job I don't have so he can fuck me in the storage closet

- @wheredafandomat

The best part of waking up is Bucky & Loki in your cup!! WAY better than Folgers.

- @km-ffluv

IT WAS PHENOMENAL. would have tears in my eyes with how proud I am if I wasn't so horny

- @lokisgoodgirl

Just for fun,

If anyone wants to give it a re-read, here’s the first fic I posted.

Snowed In

And this is actually the first thing I wrote

Across the Multiverse

It’s been a great year. I can’t wait to share more horny, unhinged, wild fantasies with you in the next one.

All my love,

-Holly 💚🖤

#loki #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson #loki fanfiction #loki fandom

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another-lost-mc · 7 months

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... To add to the WHB topic, I'm someone in the middle (kinda?) The art style isn't my favorite but so many obey me writers I love are talking about it (including you!) so I'm almost convinced to try it. ... Though a sex scene that reads like writer's first lemon sounds a bit out of my scope (don't get me wrong I don't mind a good scene, it just... has to be *good*). Also the crashes are worrying. If it crashed on me in an important or tedious part I might throw my phone lol

My $0.02:

I sort of feel like WHB is giving OM! players who want raunchy, devilish characters a taste of that even if it doesn’t quite hit the mark. I like the art so that’s a big factor for me. Some of the comedic moments definitely made me laugh, the little red devil guy is hilarious and very cute.

I think everyone’s tolerance for the smut scene dialogue is going to vary so I can’t say try or don’t try it for that reason alone. Maybe you can find playthroughs or screenshots of it and judge it that way at a glance. It’s not going to be the quality you’d find in decent fanfic but I’ve already seen WHB writers start to pop up so that’s promising for the fandom. don’t tempt me

I’m mitigating most of the crashes by resetting the app every couple battles manually, since that’s when it happens to me 90% of the time. The game’s subreddit was helpful for me to figure out the other little details I had trouble with, like how the hell the Secret Club worked. lol

My biggest complaint is the ratio of battle levels to story levels. There’s A LOT of battles between story stages and sometimes the story stage isn’t very long. I keep plugging away at it because I’m intrigued by it, even if the written smut parts aren’t really to my taste. The art though…🥵

#jes.replies #what in hell is bad

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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headcanon idea! TBB reacting to reader/SO calling them a cute nickname for the first time (bonus points if it's in front of others haha). I loooooooooooooove your writing. Thanks for keeping the fandom alive ♥

Sounds like a cute thing! Let me try it :))

The Bad Batch x F!Reader HC's - Giving Them Nicknames

Fluff Stuff!

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You are about to pick up your batcher at the Marauder for your date. Without thinking about it, you call him by a nickname you so far only called him in private, right in front of his brothers.

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Hunter

"Hey, Babe, you're comin'?"

Wrecker asks, "Who the hell is Babe?"

"I am", Hunter says with a slight blush, "I mean, she calls me that sometimes"

"Ooooh", Wrecker nudges his shoulder, "You devil!"

Echo grins, Tech is looking at his holopad, not really interested in what's happening, and Crosshair peaks over his rifle while cleaning it, at Hunter with a little snicker.

The sniper mocks, "Awe look at him blushing, little Babe is shy"

Hunter mutters, "Shut up", grabs your arm and flees with you out of earshot of his brothers.

"Sorry", you say softly, "I wasn't aware some of your brothers would be so immature.

He chuckles, "Nah, it's okay Mesh'la. They are just a little envious"

Echo

"Hey, Sugar, you're comin'?"

Hunter looks at Echo and chuckles softly, "Sugar, huh?"

"Well, I'm sweet", Echo says with a shrug, trying to play it cool, but his ears get red.

Crosshair scoffs, "Sweet. Yeah sure, when he's not bickering all the time, he might be sweet"

Echo clears his throat and says to you, "Let's go. Don't listen to him"

Wrecker whose mouth was full of Mantell Mix says, spraying his food, "Don't bring Sugar back home too late, Sugar needs his sleep"

Tech sighs, "Could you guys be any more immature?"

"Don't tempt them", Echo mutters.

You say with a laugh, "Maybe we should go"

Wrecker

"Hey, cuddle bear, you're comin'?"

Crosshair looks up from cleaning his rifle.

"Cuddle bear? Are you for real?"

Wrecker shrugs and smiles, "Don't get your hopes up, she's talking to me"

Crosshair rolls his eyes and keeps cleaning his rifle, "Whatever"

Wrecker looks around at his brothers.

"Anyone else got something to say?", he asks.

Echo shrugs, so does Hunter.

"Not really", Tech says, not even looking up from his holopad.

Why would they, everyone is aware, they name fits.

Wrecker picks you up and hugs you once again, proving that he earned his nickname.

"Let's go Cyar'ika!"

Tech

"Hey, my cute genius, you're comin'?"

Tech blushes, but stands up straighter than before.

"I'm cute, and I'm a genius", he says with a smirk, seeming pretty proud.

Echo and Hunter chuckle and Echo says, "Seems so"

Wrecker nudges his shoulder, almost throwing him off balance. Tech looks at him annoyed, shifting his goggles with one finger. But as he meets your gaze, he is smiling again.

Crosshair mutters almost inaudible, "Can't believe he's got a girlfriend before I do"

Hunter raises his brows at him and Crosshair blushes as he realizes the sergeant heard him. Suddenly the sniper is very focused on cleaning his rifle.

Crosshair

"Hey, Mr. Snarky, you're comin'? "

The guys look at each other, not sure if they really heard you say that. Crosshair looks around, so far no one says a word.

But suddenly Echo says quietly, "That's probably the most appropriate nickname ever being used"

Crosshair shoots him a look, but Echo just shrugs and Hunter stifles a laugh.

"Did you have to call me that in front of them?", Crosshair asks, growling.

You frown and ask, "What? You usually don't care. Should I have called you by your other nickname, Mr. Cutie?"

Wrecker bursts out in laughter, spraying his Mantell Mix all over the place, also on Crosshair's jacket. Echo and Hunter giggle. Tech looks up with raised brows to have a short look at the scene.

Crosshair mutters with red ears, "I hate you all" and grabs your hand to pull you with him.

He mutters at you, "You know you'll get punished for that, don't you?"

"I do? Well, maybe I'll like it"

Crosshair smirks, "We'll see"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

@padawancat97

@agenteliix

@puppetswithteeth

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spider-bren · 10 months

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Holy Hands Will They Make Me A Sinner | Matt Murdock x Reader

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Tags: Priest Matt Murdock, Married Matt Murdock, Mention of sexual desires, Catholic Confessional

Summary: Priest Matt is the object of your desire and you confess to your sins

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What does that say about me that I was able to tempt the devil?

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You walked into the church, echoes of your footsteps loud in the silence of the vast space. A breath escaped you. Knowing. Always knowing the weight of your sins on your shoulders. It was with you everywhere you went. Could have been tattooed on your skin for all to see. You slid into the confessional booth and drew back the curtains. You knew who was behind there. Whose face you saw every night before you went to bed.

"Are you there, Father Murdock?"

A pause. Every nerve ending ignited at the sound of his voice.

"I am. What brings you here today?"

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," you breathed.

You were supposed to say the usual routine : it's been __ days since my last confession… but you were past such things. You came here sometimes just to talk. To confess privately. He knew why you were here. You came every day now.

"I lust after a married man," you began again, as if he didn't know, as if they haven't been talking about this for weeks.

"Twenty Hail Mary's."

"What will that do, Father?" It was pointless. Same thing over and over. No matter how hard you tried you couldn't fight it. "Neither you or Mary can save me now. I keep thinking. These thoughts late at night. Do I tempt him as well? Does he feel for me as well?"

"That's not advised," he simply said.

"But I want him to be as wretched as I am. Because it's a sickness, Father, and I want him to be plagued as well."

"You shouldn't bring people into your own sin."

You nearly rolled your eyes.

"Father, what sins do you commit?"

"I'm human, much like you. There are things I also have to contend with."

"Like what?"

He chuckled faintly. "You want an example?"

"Yes, please, Father."

"I...I had sex before. Before. Before my sanctioned marriage to Karen."

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears. You could feel the heat flush down your body at the thought– the thought that he had done all those things. Images of him flooded through your mind. His back. His teeth baring into a growl. Deep guttural groans. His body moving, his hips thrusting. You blinked.

"How many times?" You asked.

You heard the struggle in his voice. "A lot."

"How much is a lot?"

"….a lot. And sometimes I feel I cannot escape my past. It's part of who I am. The devil is never far away."

"Do you long for it? The past?"

"More than I want to admit."

"Oscar Wilde said the only way to resist temptation is to yield to it," you added.

"Oscar Wilde was a sinful man by the church's standards." And you could tell he was smiling.

"So you think lust is a sin? Do you not lust after your wife?"

He cleared his throat. "I have personal relations with my wife not to be discussed here."

"So you've never got a hard on when your wife hugs you? When you feel her body pressed against yours? When you smell her perfume and hear her breathing in your ear‽ When you touch her skin? When she whispers things to you? Is she not the only one that can tempt you?"

There was a heavy stillness. You practically heard him breathing hard through the wall separating the two of you.

"I know what it's like to be tempted. I know how it feels to be consumed in it. I urge you to not succumb to these feelings."

"What if I have already, Father? What if I am just waiting to do something about it?"

"What would you do?"

The question stunned you. He had never asked this before. Never wanted to know your lustful thoughts.

"I have patience. Although I want my desires to be fulfilled, I can wait until I know he wants me just as much. I'm curious to see how easy it would be. How loyal he is. How far he would go to resist me. I think my words would be enough. I wouldn't have to tempt him with my body."

He licked his lips.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x gender neutral reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #priest matt murdock #my fic

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iamstartraveller776 · 5 months

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💙 and anything other than the NoTP. ;P

Here's some Lokane for you, my friend. <3

Modern/Non-Magical AU, Rated T (Also on AO3)

Prompt list

FUN SURPRISES

"Listen, listen," Jane said, her words a tad elastic at the edges. "I don't like you." She poked a finger into Loki's shoulder to punctuate her statement as he escorted her into the lift.

He was tempted to capture her hand and... And what? He wasn't certain he wanted to finish the thought. When it came to the little she-devil of astrophysics, his feelings were, at best, complicated. At worst, well... He wasn't going to finish that thought either.

"I'm serious," she kept nattering on as they ascended. "Sometimes when you talk about dark energy, I want to kick you in the face."

That drew an involuntary laugh from him. Oh, he knew. He spouted the most inane shit all the time just to get a rise out of her, especially during conferences like this weekend's. The way her nose would scrunch, cheeks turning bright red, lips curled in a snarl—so gratifying, that.

The elevator dinged, doors sliding open.

"I'd very much like to see you try, Foster," he said, grasping her elbow when she started to wander off in the wrong direction. "Though I'm not sure your legs are long enough to reach all the way up here."

She growled and it was unreasonably endearing. Like a snapping Pomeranian. "That's what I'm talking about. You're so...so arrogant!" She tried to shove him but stumbled back on her heels instead.

He caught her by the waist before she fell over—it wouldn't do to have that pretty silver cocktail dress ruined—and steadied her against him. She put her palms on his chest, eyebrows pinching together in consternation. Her fingers tensed and then slid upward and out. Then in and down.

She made a disgusted noise. "You're such a jerk," she complained. "Why do you get to be a supernova?"

He stared at her. "A what?"

Her hands roved over his torso again, less tentative this time. "It's stupid how hot you are."

His mouth stretched in a wide grin. Wasn't this a fascinating turn of events? He was going to milk that crucial bit of data for a very, very long time.

"Stupid dimples." She lurched forward, gripped his shirt and tie to stay upright.

He sighed. Merciless teasing would have to wait until she was sober. He took her hands in his—so dainty for all that steel she had—and encouraged her to let go, to continue on toward her room. When she teetered again, he bent over, lifting her into his arms. She squeaked in surprise, but then rested her head in the crook of his neck, fingers curling in his hair.

Don't get any ideas, Foster, he almost said as the usual part of their heated banter but thought better of it. He did want her to get ideas. He liked these ideas in particular. A whole new game for them to play.

"He said the spark was gone," Jane mumbled into his collar. "Came all the way to New Orleans to tell me that. He went to the French Quarter without me."

Ah, yes. That boring doctor she'd been dating for half a year. "Bastard." So this was the reason he'd found her in the hotel bar, giving a drunken lecture on Hawking radiation to the nearest patrons. The bartender shot Loki a grateful look when he convinced her to leave.

"Right?" she said. "You're an asshole, but even you wouldn't go to the French Quarter without me."

"Never." He set her down by her door. She swayed on her feet, and he gently pressed her into the wall with a hand on her bare shoulder. "Key card?"

"S'in my pocket. 'Cause this dress has pockets!" She clumsily patted at her hips until she found one, shoved her hand in, and pulled out the black rectangle of plastic with a triumphant smile. "Ta-da!" She giggled at her own joke with a fetching little snort.

"Clearly you missed your calling as a world-renowned magician." He took the card, unlocked her door, and gestured for her to go in.

She looked up him with large, glossy eyes, mouth drawn in a fake pout. "You're not going to carry me over the threshold? Wimp."

He smirked before slinging her over his shoulder. She squealed and pommeled his back halfheartedly. He kicked the door closed, switched on the lights. The place looked like her suitcase exploded. Clothes were strewn in haphazard piles on the back of the overstuffed chair, on one side of the bed, on the desk beneath a stack of papers and a partially closed laptop.

"Put me down," she demanded to his shoulder blades.

"As the lady commands." He flipped her onto the mattress and she...laughed? Not the lovely scowl he expected, but—yes, this would do.

She propped herself up on her elbows, face practically glowing with delight. "See? I sparkle."

"Oh, yes." On that, they agreed completely. "Like the stars."

"Like goddamn Sirius."

He nodded. "Even more than that."

"Don't do that!" She slid off the bed suddenly with a frown and kicked off her heels before giving him another futile push. "You can't be hot and nice."

He huffed a quiet laugh. "Why ever not?"

"Because..." she sputtered. "Because."

Adorable. He canted a brow. "Always so eloquent, Foster."

She sagged in relief. "Thank god. You're still you," she said. "I almost had to like you."

"Heaven forbid," he replied with feigned sincerity. This was quite possibly the most fun he'd had at any conference. He'd have to challenge her to a drinking game at the next one—if only to see what other secrets he could pluck from her loosened tongue.

She searched his face as though deciding something. "Come here." When he didn't immediately obey, she glowered. "Come. Here."

Why not? Whatever she wanted would likely provide more fodder to use against her later.

He leaned down, and as soon as he was within reach, she grabbed his shoulders, yanking him all the way to her—where she unceremoniously planted her mouth on his. His surprise hastily gave way to softness of her lips, to her fingers gliding up his neck to scrape through his hair. He braced himself against the bed to keep from falling into her, cinched his other arm around her waist, tugged her into him, and how she moaned. That sound. He would sell his soul to hear more of it, to have her petite body pressed against his indefinitely.

But no. Not this way.

Grudgingly, he broke off the kiss, relaxed his hold on her—though he couldn't bring himself to let go entirely. Not yet.

She tipped her head back with an exasperated sigh. "Dammit," she muttered. "Darcy was right. Sometimes you just have to kiss the bad boy to feel alive."

Loki liked that silly assistant of hers infinitely more now.

Jane pushed at him again, and this time he relented, taking a step backward. "Shoo!" she said, waving her hands. "I have to go to bed now."

He should leave—especially when she grasped at the side of her dress and wrestled with the zipper. But it was terribly entertaining to watch her get out of the thing with the grace of an amateur contortionist. To say nothing of the nude matched set she wore underneath. Oh, and the flash of ink he caught just above her hip. Look at that. Jane Foster had a wild side after all. She flung the dress across the room and crawled onto the mattress, wrenching the duvet over herself as she mumbled something about holographic entanglement.

This woman. He shut off the light.

Back in his room—three doors down—he took in his disheveled state with a grin. His mussed hair, the lipstick smeared at the corner of his mouth, the stain on the collar of his shirt. He took a selfie and sent it for her to wake up to in the morning.

Thanks for the memorable evening, Foster. I'm quite fond of the Einstein-Rosen bridge tattoo.

Because she wasn't wrong about him. He was an asshole.

(Who would take her to the French Quarter tomorrow night.)

~FIN~

#lokane #lokane fic #loki x jane foster #jane foster x loki #loki x jane #jane x loki #my fic #fun surprises

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ex-textura · 7 months

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Okay I'm just going to talk about him filter off while I wait for my rice to cook.

Ciaran rambles under the cut. Obvs

I haven't had much time to play Ciaran in the last 2 days or so but I did take him to the House of Healing and what a fucking trip that was for him.

Ciaran's dark urge manifests as an evil voice that commands, demands, tempts. Sort of like a devil on his shoulder, if that devil could cast enchantment spells and the commands had real power. He has to be his own angel, refuting the voice and tuning it out.

Sometimes it makes its way out his mouth, too. Things he would never say without coercion, and the sick thoughts that bring bile to his throat sometimes come out on their own in a voice that, while technically his, is not his own. It sounds like him but is sinister, cruel and dark. He's not always aware of it. Sometimes only knows he's spoken by the disturbed looks on his companions faces (or the amused ones, if he's looking at Astarion)

Sometimes the chaos of battle and the smell of blood will overpower his senses and cause him to disassociate. He'll come to after, with blood under his nails and a sinking dread in his stomach at the satisfaction he feels about it.

The House of Healing is full of blood, death, pain, violence.... it's frankly horrible and the evil voice loved every damn moment of it. Ciaran lost a lot of time in there, mentally checked out as the voice began to take over. He taunted Malus about his dirty blades, he revelled in the discussion they had on how to better slice, torture, and maim. And then he killed him, brutally. And all his nurses. Sought out the ones that didn't join the fight and killed them, too. Gale had to release the patient while Ciaran was busy carving and Karlach dragged him out of there.

Getting out helped clear his head but not...all the way.

That's where I left off a couple days ago, with Ciaran dizzy and lost and disgusted, and I can't stop thinking about the trauma that place has inflicted on him. And all that support and love he'd gotten from Isobel and Astarion. He's struggling with it.

I'm so sorry Ciaran my boy. It's gonna get a lot worse before it gets much better 🙃

#ciaran finch #dark urge #my oc #oc rambling #because i need to talk about him and the walls aren't listening #bg3 #bg3 spoilers

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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whichever of 1, 15, 23 you'd like to answer please! for end of the year asks

Hello there! Thanks for asking! 😄 I do so love to ramble chat so I'll answer them all!

1.) favorite fic you wrote this year

This is a tough one! Only because the answer is so clear, in spite of the fact that...I really love a lot of what I wrote this year! Orange Blossoms was self-indulgent fun. In My Veins (In My Blood) was my dead dove dream!

And while my runners up were posted this year, I can rest easy in that I actually wrote them late last year. Black Skies (for Blackcest fest) and A Matter of Time (for Snarry Adopt-a-Prompt.)

So many fics posted this year are ones I love and am so proud of.

But...c'mon. Can my favorite be anything other than Contempt? I talk about it to death, but god. That is literally the story of my soul. Every word is written in my blood. I pulled it straight out my bones. It is the product of years of dreaming, years of headcanons, years of feeling. And it is to date the work I'm most proud of.

And let me tell you I agonized over writing that story. Writing that story was actual hell. But it was 1000% worth the struggle.

15.) something you learned this year

If I'm ever tempted by a fest, that's the devil talking. Fun as they are! And I'm stupidly proud of all the fics I've written for fests. But...on the whole I'm not sure they're worth all of the stress. Cuz yikes.

Also, though...that it's okay to say "no" to things, and to back out of stuff if I have to. I dropped a handful of fests this year and felt super guilty about it, but...it was really good for me! I have to do a better job of recognizing and respecting my own limits. And that it's okay if I can't accomplish a million and one things. It's okay to rest sometimes. And it's good for me to focus on what I want to do, rather than what I "have" to do.

23.) fics you wanted to write but didn’t

Omg so many. I think the ones that really haunt me are Three of Hearts and my Sugar Daddy fic. Last year I made it a goal to have Three of Hearts outlined this year, so...I should work on that! I still have a few weeks left to knock out a decent outline. With luck I can get to the actual writing portion next year.

Sugar Daddy...I started last year, but I've been dealing with the fallout of last year's nonsense all this year, so maybe I shouldn't be so hard on myself. I'm really excited for it, though, so I really hope to focus on it soon!

Also my Dralbus fic, but there's so much history attached to that fic, that I'm not even going to try to pressure myself on getting that one done. My goal is to finish it one day, come hell or high water, but I don't need a deadline for one day.

Truthfully, though, I always have more ideas than I can reasonably keep up with, so it's no surprise I have way too many answers, and always will! 😂

fanfic end of year asks

answered: 1, 15, 23

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aneenasevla · 2 years

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Devil's Food - Chapter 18

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Chapter 18 - Down the Sinkhole

Raian left Ayami in her room, but he almost couldn't leave, tempted to stay for more. But she was tired, and though he felt like pestering her, he had something else urgent to do, and that had to do with Hollis back in the main mansion. And she had to do with him and his fiancée.

No one would believe that, but he would do his best to tell them. Sometimes he even stopped midway and wondered if this was really happening, if he hadn't gone mad and he was actually thrown into a sanatorium, deluding himself with corny stories. He took his time to let it sink in. It was the kind of thing he'd only seen in stories around the clan, and he thought this arranged-marriage business was bullshit, didn't work, or, at best, the two of them would be two distant creatures that only served to breed and pay the bills. Okay, it was doable, and it could work, but he wondered if it was really worth a stranger who could stab him in the back, when he gets home after some mission.

But Ayami was no stranger to him, not anymore. He still felt suspicious, but how long had he known her? One month? Two? And he hadn't met her at that Auntie's bakery, or some random place, and spent months talking to her, like Tokita had done with his own girl. At least the other Kure knew where she came from, and he himself knew at least the basics. The rest he would find out later. He liked a good mystery.

He entered the old man's mansion, suddenly feeling very good, some other members even leaving his way. Hehe, let them go, meddlers, the Devil is in a good mood today.

He decided to go to where Hollis used to be. Today, he wasn't in the office, so he walked right past it.

Until he heard voices inside, just before he passed through, they were from Karla and Hollis himself.

“So… you didn't tell me the whole story about this girl… the Yamagami.”

Raian stopped at the phrase, pretended to walk past, and turned back far enough for his ears to be in range. As he always told himself, an agent of chaos' curiosity knew no bounds.

“What's wrong with her?” was Hollis' voice.

“Don't give me evasive questions” Karla was serious “Don't even try to hide it from me, Hollis. Where is her family? And why haven't I met them yet?”

“I'm not trying to hide. Her family only has one younger brother in high school. The father was legally disinherited after a penalty from us for a breach of secular contract. He doesn't have any worthy relatives for formal introductions, but we can call the boy…”

“Breach of contract?” the future leader narrowed her eyes. Raian did the same, silent.

“Yeah. The Yamagami had a centuries-old exclusive contract with us with the Yamanoito swords... only we discovered a while ago that the son of a bitch sold himself and started marketing the swords to smugglers and even terrorists, all under serializations and false registrations under our name. It wasn't just a breach of contract, it was fraud, false ideology, theft of exclusive pieces and who knows how many legal crimes... and of course, a crime against the honor of both families... and we know that's pretty bad…”

Raian feels the back of his neck prickling, his eyes widen in surprise. Did he hear right?!

“Are you telling me…” Karla begins, menacingly “that that girl is the only adult descendant of a family of traitors?!”

“Not quite” Hollis raises his hand “we've solved that already…”

“And you just take that same girl, bring her to our house, to live with us and work in our center, and as if that wasn't audacious enough, still get her to marry Raian? What kind of shit do you have in your head, Hollis? Are you trying to put our strongest member, or rather, all of us, in a trap?!”

“Putting it like that it sounds like it's not even me” Hollis sighs, calming “I'm trying to explain this to you, right now…”

Karla stopped to listen, but Raian had heard enough, and if he stayed longer, he would probably break something. He would probably be discovered too, and he walked away from the doorway and walked back down the hall. His heart sped up even before he quickened his pace, toward his room, his brain now in an uproar.

Of course, it all made sense now. It made sense, when he saw those mysterious swords in the hands of the smugglers, they were all Yamanoito, but none of them belonged to any Kure he knew, and he knew of them, but assumed they had just been stolen from the family's stash. He had known for a long time that the Yamagami were having a bit of trouble because of recent crises, but he didn't know how much, to the point of breaking a pact of more than three hundred years and breaking their own traditions to sell themselves to pigs...

Worst of all... was that she had been thrown at him. They’ve trown a fucking traitor rat, for him to play with her like one, humiliate her, and chase her away, why wouldn’t he do that? Because of course, he was Raian Kure, the taboo descendant, the Devil, the black sheep, the madman … of course she wouldn't last in his hands, wouldn't she…?

But… of course… she had to try to outmaneuver him, pretending to be an adorable little thing, exuding cuteness to ingratiate herself with a whole clan of predators who all at once concluded that she was too good to be attacked… making allies in the clan, distorting his arguments… Why else she would be so adorable if not to survive the punishment? Genius plan, mousie, he had to say congratulations… he almost fell over.

His breath was ragged, and he felt his chest sink to the point of pain, his own body freezing for a second, shaking uncontrollably. He let out a weak laugh, and had to lean against a column because of his off balance. He punched the concrete wall with his support arm, but while he usually managed it, he came out weak enough that he didn't knock the wall down. His free hand ran through his hair as his vision dimmed for half a second, then turned red, a growl rising from his chest.

He had never felt so betrayed and so disrespected in his entire life.

…

Ayami sat down with her friends, right in the middle of them, and was greeted with half relieved smiles.

“Aya!” Youko hugged her “You're fine!”

“Oh, come on, girls, of course I'm fine.”

“I said she was okay” Fusui smiles “he wouldn't let her touch his arm if they wasn't.”

“But come on girl, tell me details” Youko insists “I want to know what you've been up to.”

“No big deal, we just… talked” she smiles, a little shy “and… I think we're firm, I…” she says quietly “don't get too excited, but… I think he'll make it official…”

The two Kure women widened their eyes and did their best not to scream thinly, but they couldn't resist and hugged her, one on each side.

“Aaah! Ayami, I love you”, Fusui whimpers softly “I can't even believe it… oh my God…”

“My Gooooood, girl what a bomb…” Youko almost shrieks not to let out a scream too “I can already see it, the party in this thing is going to be phenomenal, just wait, there will be so many people celebrating…”

“Girl, if that happens and there's a date set, I swear I'll take you and Youko for a spin in a bar for a bachelorette party, and no one will stop me!”

“My God, Fusui, let's not exaggerate, huh?” Youko laughs, releasing the lawyer from the hug. The poor thing was red and almost out of breath.

“Girls, calm down, I don't know yet, I just had this assumption yesterday, I... I just know that he already said that he considers me... oh my God…” the girl herself was trying not to get emotional “I don't know how I did it, I swear to you…”

“But you did, girl, it's a miracle, I'm going to the temple to pray” the future sister-in-law declares “I'm going to pray for healthy and strong nephews…”

“Wha-, not yet!” Ayami wanted to bury her face in the ground, her hands on her face “let me enjoy him first, girl!”

“Okay, a year?” Fusui suggests.

“Two and I won't trade!” Ayami didn't know what else to do with her own face “for God's sake, you are impossible!”

“Come oooonn, I'm happy, woman!” the assassin squeals, still whispering “I never thought that Raian, that white psychopath, could even think about someone else, and now I'm being greeted with the news that he's supposedly looking to set a marriage with a friend of mine! It's too much for me, my heart… I need a drink, holy shit. I thought I’d never see the day that I can finally have the chance to have nephews…”

“Stop it” Ayami wasn't enjoying it anymore “ask this thing of yours when I really want it, for now let me get to know this man better…”

“Yes, Fusui, let her enjoy her Devil…”

“Youko!” Ayami stares at the other “Not you too!”

The two began to laugh uncontrollably at the lawyer's face, who sank her face into her hands and elbows on the table, dying of embarrassment. Good thing no one was really near them to actually hear the entire conversation…

And they stopped laughing when they felt a different presence entering the cafeteria. In fact, everyone stopped to look at the unusual presence. Raian himself, walking into the place as if he owned it.

“Ah, Raian!” Ayami smiled. He turned to face her, and her smile died when she saw his eyes, ice-cold and hard. Fusui and Youko were surprised when he passed without answering, just looking away.

“Okay, that was weird” Youko whispered to the others “what was that icy look?”

“What happened?” Fusui whispers back “what happened, Aya?”

“I don't know… yesterday he was…” Did she suspect that maybe he was on a bad streak in his kind of bipolar way? That if he was bipolar, he had that too.

But the weirdest thing was him going to the middle of the room and clearing his throat, getting everyone's attention. Ayami felt a shiver down her spine, was he going to announce…?

“Ladies and gentlemen, my cousins, uncles, relatives, consecrated and all sorts of things that you have in a family” he opens his arms, catching everyone's attention.

“What he is doing…?” Fusui raises an eyebrow.

“I think the gossipers on duty must have spread the word that a certain girl here in the precinct arrived here two months ago and was betrothed to me. Well, you were right. I have a fiancée.”

Most of the Kure in the room started clapping, some whistling, others laughing. He asked for silence, he was continuing.

“But, you don't know the better news!” he smiles a little mischievously. “That is a really strong girl, she's one of the legendary Yamagami family, and indeed, can knock down crowds with swings of her sword, I confess, everybody, I was impressed.”

Fusui didn't seem to be enjoying it. Ayami blushed, smiling a little, while Youko smiles and raises a fist “That's right! Ayami is a badass and I can prove it!”

Others were following the lead, getting excited that Raian was praising someone, which was rare.

“However…” he sighs, lowering his shoulders, in theatrical disappointment “I think I will unfortunately have to disappoint you” he turns and starts walking towards Ayami's table “because… something caught my attention. I was minding my own business yesterday, when I found out…” his pupils were twitching as his face became more and more devilish “that our dear Ayami, the famous Yamagami… is nothing but a filthy Rat!”

The smiles from everyone in the room died, the dead silence, and a few notes of confusion were all that were left. Ayami was simply in shock. Fusui's eyes widened. No, Raian, don't do that...

“What are you saying, Devil?” Youko breaks the silence “how absurd, Ayami is not…”

“Shut up, it's not your business” he spits, surprisingly low “yes, my comrades” he raises his voice again “my dear bride here is a Rat. Yes, a Rat, in the worst sense. This little face has an innocence appearance, but be careful, she can bite you… yes… even more so because she is a tremendous sellout… the other day I went to dispatch some pigs, and I discovered that they were in possession of Yamanoito swords… our Yamanoito swords… then you must be thinking ‘were they stolen?’ NO my devotees… they were PURCHASED by terrorists. The Yamagami were stabbing us in the back all this whole time!”

There was a general commotion in the cafeteria at the absurdity of the situation, several and several dark sclera looks went straight to Ayami, who shook her head vehemently, her eyes wide.

“Isn't that really funny?” He starts to chuckle “And look at that, she was sold by her own father so that we don't end up shoving a stake in their arses! Look how delicious, a girl without a family, without a home, a stray and now without honor! Really the big guys were trying to push this Mouse on me? On top of me? Haahahahaha, IN YOUR DREAMS!” he laughs loudly, while the entire cafeteria was in an uproar, some looked angrily at Ayami. She finally works up the courage and punches the table with both hands.

“Is not true!” she raises her voice “I wasn't sold to anyone!”

“Ayami” Fusui trembled. Raian turns to her, approaching.

“Ooooh no?!” He smiles maliciously “So your father didn't do anything? The Yamagami are exempt and nothing fucking happened? Am I that high? Huh? Answer, Mousie!”

Ayami tenses, averting her eyes. It was true. Raian opens his arms, triumphantly looking at everyone before turning back to her.

“Did you see!? I did not lie!” points to her “You have nothing but a cute face and a cool martial skill, you're just a despicable creature who claims to be a lawyer, holder of justice… HA! Peak Comedy! The Lawyer is the first to lie, the first to calculate a way to get away from the situation... you used your charm to deceive the big ones, but not me, Mousie!” he approaches her, dangerously close to the table, intimidating, speaking more quietly “and by the way, come to think of it, didn't you lie to me about being innocent too-?”

Raian only felt the impact on the side of his face, and the slightest sting. The biggest thing about it all was the sound of her hand slapping his face, which echoed through the crowded room. The silence that followed was extremely tense, everyone holding their breath at what had just happened. Did she just slapped him?!

Ayami shivered, her big brown eyes looking at him with something other than that fire he'd seen. Now it was pure ice, and hate.

“We all understood your point, Raian” Ayami says, extremely serious “I understand that you don't want to marry me. But you have to come out on top and make a fuss, right?”

He just stared at her, eyes wide, pupils constricted again, he focused on her with a fury Ayami had never seen, and felt that if she didn't leave, it would be the end of her. She took the opportunity and left, muttering a "Goodbye Raian" before disappearing out the door.

The room was still silent, everyone staring at the Devil, who was starting to hyperventilate but still frozen in place. He was about to start walking to go after her, only the room erupted into pandemonium, a collective cry of "NO!" and several of the assassins blocked the door and stopped the man from moving.

Raian was surprised by the amount of people mobilizing to defend her and began to growl, trying to free himself from the ten men holding him and applying immobilization techniques.

“AAARGH, LEAVE ME! I’ll kill you all!” he struggles, confusion instilled in the place.

Until everyone hears a very high-pitched, very loud whistle, and everyone looks in the direction of the sound. Fusui was on her feet, looking at everyone.

“ENOUGH! Enough of this bullshit!” she screams, then turns to her brother, trying to breathe properly because of the shock, but she felt stubborn tears “Honestly, Raian…” her voice came out choked “I don't know what happened, but for a brief moment, in my life, that girl, no matter how dirty and vile she is, made me expect a lot more from you… you really could resolve this in a better way” she sniffles, the hate leaking through her eyes “But thanks for reminding me that you're nothing but a Devil.”

And she makes her way through the others, leaving the room. Youko also passes by, looking at him, contempt evident.

“Congratulations, handsome, you're free” she flourishes with her hand, before leaving too.

Everyone else released him, as he no longer responded, as they walked away. Raian grunted next.

“FUCK, I save my own family from a traitor to stab you all in the back and this is how they thank me?! Enough for me too! Go you all to hell!” he leaves too, but through the door on the other side.

That day was going to be on the speak of the entire village for weeks.

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#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #heavybakery #devilsfood #kengan oc #fanfiction #raian kure #kure raian #oh no #bruh #oh no oh fuck

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coolfire333 · 1 year

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Real talk though, I have had worse experiences with caffeine (and the ritalin and adderal they put me on for adhd) than any other drugs. Stimulants of any kind make me feel so great and confident and talkative and social for like 2 hours but then the remaining 8 hours are just paranoia hell and "oh god I said too much/I said something I shouldn't have" (untrue)

Granted the only other drugs I've tried that have altered my state of being are alcohol and weed, and even with those I was barely tipsy/high, like taking my anti-anxiety pills for panic attacks makes me feel more funny than the times I've been drinking (I hate the taste of alcohol so I only really drink light drinks where you can't taste anything) or the like four times I've tried edibles (two of those times I didn't even feel anything)

Anyway idk what it is but stimulants are the devil to me. It's probably the ocd and anxiety but I don't have a full conclusion. I also don't know why stimulants actually work on me because other people with adhd say they just get put to sleep unless they take like a lot but coffee just makes me jittery and either unable to focus or hyperfocused on a single idea. Tea and coffee are delicious and I like being jazzed up on caffeine occasionally but god is it even worth it sometimes?

I don't have a full answer for any of these questions I am just rambling because I drank too much coffee too quickly on a relatively empty stomach. It's so tempting and delicious...but I should stick to decaf because I'm like freaking out for some reason.

#drugs #alcohol #talking #text post

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omni-scient-pan-da · 1 year

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I was talking to May about art and writing, because I am very much a writer and May is an artist, and how we both are just in awe of the other art form because neither of us wants to tempt the devil and try and be good at both

And like, idk, I always used to be jealous of my sister, who is also an artist, because she would just create these masterpieces, she'd think of an image and just be able to draw it as she got good enough to not have to constantly look up references

And when she was done you could just... See the art she had created

When I finished writing a piece, I'd have to convince someone in my family to take the time to sit down and read what I wrote, not to mention it might not be in their particular genre, or it might not be as good as I thought it was and be totally unclear to the reader what's going on

But my sister? She could just hold up her really cool drawing of an angel and we'd all be like "woah, holy shit, that's a really cool angel" and immediately be able to appreciate the time and effort she put into her drawing

But then I thought about it, and like, I posted a Christmas fic to ao3 a couple weeks ago, and I got a comment that said someone was going to make it their yearly tradition to read my fic (which is the biggest accomplishment ever in my opinion) and it made me think about like

Yeah art gets the immediate value of being seen and people being to appreciate it, instead of people seeing a fanfic that's thousands of words long and being like "I'm not reading that" but writing gets people to come back to it

How many times have I seen a cool art piece, reblogged it once, and then continued to go on about my day? I'll bookmark a piece of art sometimes and come back to it when it's a really impactful piece but I don't come back to it to appreciate it

I don't look at it a second time and zoom in on the small details and wonder how many hours it took the artist to get it right or how frustrated they must have gotten and almost given up but pushed through anyways to post a piece of art

The only time I see people coming back to art is when they want to demand more of the artist, make it similar enough that I still like it but new enough that I'll be impressed by something different

I dunno it made me think of how I look at art differently and I think I'm going to start reblogging art pieces when I see them and then queuing them to reblog again for a year later, because I think everyone deserves to have their art looked at more than once no matter what piece of media it's made on

And I think instead of just being like "Woah cool art" when I see cool art and reblogging, I'm going to reblog and then take the time to really look at the art piece that someone has taken the time to work hard on and post

And that's not exactly something I can show the artist that I'm trying to appreciate their art ""more"" whatever that means, because it's not going to give them another like or a reblog by another blog but I mean... I dunno

It feels like taking the time to appreciate art is worth it anyways, especially in this day and age when you get people with nfts and ai art stealing artists hard work

I dunno if this makes any sense but from a humble writer in awe of the things all artists create, thank you for what you do, and I promise to appreciate your works more <3

#panda posts #art #art positivity #textpost #artist appreciation #art appreciation #writer artist solidarity #artist writer solidarity

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