#their backstories broke. my. heart.

[wikitpowers]

trying not to think about little boy!magnus and how hurt and broken he was, im so freakin upset don't touch me. he deserves everything good in this world.

artist: @emcreatez

#magnus bane was like the first book character who had such an impact on me #i have such fond memories of reading tmi for the first time #and noting down all magnus quotes :') #and now i finished the red scrolls of magic of the first time last night and my GOD #how did i not pick it up sooner #that was an experience and i loved every second #magnus's backstory broke me tho :'( #like i knew a lot about it but reading it properly was- #magnus has and always will have a special place in my heart #im still emotional don't talk to me please #im sad #magnus bane #the red scrolls of magic #the eldest curses #the mortal instruments #trsom #tec #tmi #tsc

[extantformoflife]

I'm manifesting. Sabo is just fine actually. not only is Sabo not dead he is actually doing really great. he survived and is having a grand old time. nothing bad has ever happened or ever will happen. I know this to be true in my heart.

#NO SPOILERS either way pleaaase #op #one piece #sabo #luffys second secret backstory broke my heart actually #extanttalks

[poppy-thatcher]

Just a Dream (Tomura Shigaraki) - Pt 2

Chapter 1

A/N: This is an obvious continuation of my "what if" story for Shigaraki, the villain I prefer over all the rest. Though, if you saw my drafts you'd think I'm obsessed with Dabi. Something about him is incredibly easy for me to write about. My longest stories all circle around him. And stories like this one even have him as a pivotal character. It's probably because I write him immensely out of character. Part of me believes, and I'll say it here in this chapter too, that Dabi is someone completely different behind closed doors. I think once you legitimately gain his trust he'd be incredibly loyal. But anyhow...

And then, suddenly, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt.

Warnings: None for this chapter. Reading the first chapter will probably help, but I suppose it's not necessary. I can't make you do anything you don't wanna anyways. 😂

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, but this is very real. And if you keep spouting nonsense I’ll decay you without a second thought.”

“Why… why am I tied up? What is even going on?!!?” I said, trying to calm down and be rational, so I could try and figure out how to wake from this damned dream.

“Someone found you in the common room of our hideout, passed out. No one knows who you are, where you came from, or if you even have a quirk,” he quickly spoke, his gruff voice sounding completely done with our conversation. “We put a quirk-stopping cuff on your ankle for everyone’s protection.”

“I…” and I exhaled, unsure how any of this information would be taken, “I don’t know if I have a quirk either. And I’m not sure how I even ended up here. Shigaraki, there’s something strange going on and I don’t know how to explain it to you because I don’t fully understand it myself.”

“How… how do you know who I am?” worry laced clearly in his voice.

“Where I come from, you’re a villain… in a tv show. I wait every handful of months for the anime to be released. And then I binge-watch it with my online friends. You and your gang of misfits are not real, in my world. I just… I don’t understand how the hell I got here. This… has to be a sick joke. I’m high off my ass at home, or I hit my head. No doubt something stupid happened, I’m sure.”

And then, without warning, his face was looming over my own. I inhaled sharply, marveling at the sight in front of me. He looked so unequivocally real. Had my hands not been strapped down, shackled to my very sides, I would have run my fingers across his cheek. Daintily pushed my hand into his hair, even, just to see how truly real this dream felt. The red in his eyes was so very vibrant. I couldn’t focus on anything else. 

My mind switched gears when I finally noticed how angry he was. Panic set deep into my bones when I recalled what happened to people who made him angry.

“Your quirk is decay. You work closely with Dabi, Toga, Twice…, and a few others. Kurogiri takes care of you and the gang. I swear, I’m not trying to do any harm to you or your cause. I just… I want to go home.”

Shigaraki smirked, his scar catching my eye.

My heart fluttered, knowing very well that his smirk couldn’t have meant anything good.

“I hope you know that isn’t happening. You know too much. You’re just going to have to hang out with the league until we can figure out what the hell is going on with you. I’ll undo your wrists, but don’t make me regret doing it. Understand?” he asked, watching me closely.

I nodded my head and took a deep breath in.

True to his word, he loosened the restraints and set my wrists free. I quickly took them in my hands, rubbing the red marks to offer some form of relief. 

“Thank you, for setting me loose. I know this is a lot to take in. But I promise you, I’m the farthest thing from your enemy.”

His eyes stayed trained on me, scrutinizing my every action, I had to look away. His crimson gaze made me blush, forcing my face to feel overly hot.

Are we seriously blushing at a time like this?!? Get it together, idiot!

The door swung open quickly, cutting through the silence of the room, as Dabi pushed it haphazardly while leaning against the door frame. 

“Well hello there, gorgeous,” he smirked, his eyes scanning me from head to toe.

“Shut the hell up,” Shigaraki said, rolling his eyes and pushing past Dabi, intentionally knocking his shoulder with his own.

I smirked, seeing Dabi in all his glory. My best friend would have completely lost her mind at the sight before me. He was every bit of handsome that she always claimed he was. It wasn’t that I didn’t agree with her, I did to an extent. Those vibrant turquoise eyes were even more alluring in person. But I was fatally, head-over-heels, infatuated with Tomura Shigaraki.

He stepped up to my side, like an animal stalking its prey, and leaned into my personal space. The smell of freshly stoked fire and pine mixed in the air. I didn’t back down from his advances. I had my theory that Dabi was really easygoing when he was alone. If my mind was playing tricks on me, I had to have the courage to see if I was right on this one thing.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in our place?”

“I’m not from your world.” I said unmoving, watching him under my eyelashes, waiting for his next move, “And I’m not falling for that charm either.” I smirked back at him.

He smiled nice and big, his pearly white teeth on display like the Cheshire cat, letting you know he was up to trouble.

“Playing hard to get?” he asked, his index finger tracing my collar bone that was on display.

“Nope. you’re pretty and all… but Shigaraki is more my type,” I said, being honest.

“Good one.” he chuckled, looking at me from under his eyelashes. I didn’t laugh. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Dead,” I said, smiling at him.

“No shit. Wow… he should shoot his shot. You’re fine as hell and he should be so lucky that someone is looking at him like that in the least bit. The boy needs to get laid sometime this lifetime.”

I couldn’t stop the words that flowed freely from my lips. Dabi was a deeply traumatized character. And this vengeful path wasn’t going to lead him to any sort of peace. I needed him to stop everything now before he got too far.

“You should stop the villain work,” I said to him, making his eyes stop trailing over my body and meet my gaze, “You’re going to get severely hurt… and I don’t want to witness that.”

“Does your quirk have to deal with the future?” he asked me, quickly.

“I don’t know if I even have a quirk. Where I come from, this world is merely a tv show. Something made for everyone’s entertainment. If this is real, and not just some stupid dream of mine, the path you're on won’t end well, Touya. I need you to be safe. This road… it  won’t lead you to safety, it won’t lead you to peace.”

His cerulean eyes met mine in a stare so beguiling that I lost all air in my lungs. My heartbeat felt as though it was pounding in my ears as I quietly stood, awaiting his next move. He cleared his throat, nodded, and walked out of the room, leaving me standing by myself.

I exhaled what little air I was afforded, wondering what possibly compelled me to say his real name. I had known better. I had seen, firsthand, the sort of scene that unfolds when everything goes down between him and his father. I knew what that name meant to him. And yet I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.

Maybe, just maybe, it was in part to make him believe me. To allow me the luxury of having someone here that I could confide in. Someone who believed the words that flew effortlessly from my unguarded lips. My typical loneliness was something I wasn’t going to get over. Not even in my dreams could I pretend to be someone who didn’t seek comfort in making any sort of connection.

As my mind wandered, overanalyzing every little detail I said to Dabi, a voice cleared in front of me, breaking me from my task.

“Your room is this way, miss.” Toga said, smiling brightly to display her sharp canines and lead me to a room not far from where I was located.

She swung the door open and pushed me inside, guiding me to the lone bed that was the center of attention.

“It’s not much. But we can gather you new things as we go.” And she shuffled back to the door, “I’ll bring you some towels and some necessities for your bathroom.”

“Thank you,” I said slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, suddenly feeling like this dream was far too real to wake from.

“Sure thing.” And she closed the door behind herself as I sat, contemplating my next steps.

It wasn’t every day, or ever, that you got thrown into one of your favorite anime shows. Having to make the best of a bad situation seemed a little daunting, even more so when the company was a little less than inviting. 

I took a deep breath in, pushed myself back into the bed, and lay down closing my eyes tightly. More than ready for this dream to end and for my mind to wake in its rightful place.

Chapter 3

#tomura shiragaki #tomura x y/n #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x reader #mha shigaraki #bnha shigaraki #mha x reader #dabi #touya todoroki #league of villains #lov #isekai #turning him into the hero #because his backstory broke my heart into a million pieces #and I'll never get over it #he wanted to be a hero #tenko shimura

[cyberhai]

Currently imagining Legato Bluesummers spending his teenage years as a weird goth adjacent Junji Ito kid who makes brain melting industrial breakcore on his dad's old laptop instead of spending his teenage years experiencing horrific trauma

#sa tw #his backstory broke my fucking heart #jesus h christ #i havent gotten that far into the manga yet but i still know what happens and im not ready #i may have a goddamn heart attack #trigun #legato #legato bluesummers #trigun maximum #trigun 1998 #trigun stampede #tristamp

[okmcintyre]

#the 100 #polls #the100rewatch2023 #the100rewatch #the100 #which was your fave?? #(i loved demons but it's Thirteen for me) #(broke my heart and FINALLY gave us backstory to the ark) #(unpopular opinion I realize but it really hooked me on the ALIE story!) #🐅🥷🗡️❄️💥🔥🌌 #season 3 #series 3 #Tell us all about it!

[lemongogo]

@gi-zmo

#SHARTTT UPPPPPOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP #OUUUYHHGHYG PIIHHHHHH. OIUUUUYU #yah and then the post rigjt agter that was u talkig abt uzui erm . i rememver . i remember #i miss this guy sommuch . after akaza backstory i broke off a little piece of him n stitched it 2 my heart . ❤️luv that guy n everythjng he #does (kill n murder and paint koi fish)

[if-th3n-else]

Doctor Who 🤝 Fringe: having your loved one glowing from parallel universe energy and fucking up my ships.

Honorable mention to the creator of this very niche angsty interest of me: His Dark Materials

#fringe #dw #hdm #I just love parallel universes and having my heart broke #what else can i say #also will and lyra are notorious for glowing with Dust too #literally five minutes before they learn they have to spend the rest of their lives apart from each other #never to met again #and causing irreparable damage to my brain at age 12 #why do you think doomsday hurts so much #why do you think i love the parallel universes theories in Fringe so much #it's all because of that fucker of Philip Pullman #anyway good night I need to brace myself for what's coming next into fringe #not ready for Peter's backstory #and most importantly for him to not fucking recognise alt olivia

[whimsiicalmuses]

‘please don’t be in love with someone else’ / for keerhei…… >:3c

Keerhei was pacing back and forth his hand running through his hair in agitation. This was exactly what he did not want to happen. Why the fuck did he stay around so long that Kiwa felt comfortable enough to ask him this question? He should have left so long ago, he should have broken the ties it would have been easier for her than what he was going to do now. He was going to hurt her so badly that he didn't think they would ever recover from it. Despite his complicated feelings for the girl who gave him a rock, he couldn't act on them. He wasn't free, he was owned by the crown, and that made it very difficult for him to have any free will. His purpose was to take care of Kouleia, and that meant everything else went to the waste side. But, he couldn't tell anyone this, he couldn't even mention the curse to anyone or he is not just risking Kouleia's life, but the crown as well.

"Don't ask me that," he growled, turning his attention to Kiwa his eyes narrowing. He was going to hate every minute of this, but his hands were tied, and he needed to let her go. "You pathetic, little girl," he hissed, almost wincing at the poison coming off his tongue. "I have been clear from the start that there is nothing here," he pointed back and forth. It is better for her to think he lead her on, instead of one of his enemies finding out that she could be a weakness and capitalizing on it. "Yeah you're hot," he shrugged, "but, you're not my type. I don't usually like naive, innocent girls."

@kissespink

#ic; Keerhei #asks; Keerhei #kissespink #(my heart broke writing this) #(Keerhei is very complicated ) #(and there is a lot to his backstory that makes him act like this)

[lightgaze]

Just finished disco Elysium I am not the same person I was 30 hours of gameplay ago

#i was able to warn kim and he didn't get shot thank god #also i got the fasmid picture that was so fucking rad #managed to bother people about their sexuality #i didn't know kim was CANONICALLY GAY he's so fucking cool #also damn harrys backstory is very sad #i got the communist run it was so funny to hear the cryptid saying yes do it for the working class #i got seven people killed however so that sucks #broke my heart to see the hardie boys with only 3 members :( #also i got a 26 in the drama skill check to sing in the karaoke knocked it out of the park #recruited kim because what would i do without him #i tried to get cuno to stop doing drugs but since kim didn't get shot so he just doesn't have drugs now #i wasnt able to get the mural painted tho :/ #i had to negociate with a nazi to get to evrart claire also i hate him #anyways greatest game of all time i will be doing a rerun

[hunsa-jars]

kay so watched the rest of mOnKiE just now and um

HHFDNSFNSHDNHSNHNHN

#I PASSING THE FUCK OUT I'M GOING CRAZY #CRYING AND CHEERING THROWING UP EVEN #HELLOOO??? #OOF MY HEART AND MY BONES (EYY-) #LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO #GOD THE ANIMATION WAS GORGEOUS IT WAS MAYBE PRETTIER THAN EVER?? #AND FNSHDFHDS #GOOD LORD I LOVE RED SON SO MUCH HE WAS AMAZING AND *AGGRESSIVE MOUSE SOBBING AND WAILING* #I'M SO PROUD OF MK AND MEI MY PRECIOUS MY BELOVEDS OUGHHHH- #TANG AND PIGSY AND SANDY JUST GAVE ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEY WERE JUST THERE AND I WAS SIMPLY DUMMY HAPPY TO SEE THEM #NEZHAAAAA MAN I ADORE THEM PLEASE PLEAAAAASE I WISH WE HAD MORE OF EM #bro that mayor backstory? jeez #JEEZ MF INSANE #MAC (i missed his english voice so much btw i swear to christ hearing it for the first time in months BROKE my spine AND I ASCENDED TF UP-) #MACAQUE GUYS HOLY SHIT #THANK YOU! WE DIDN'T GET THE WHOLE MAKING UP THING WU BUT STILL I TAKE IT #SPEAKING OF WUKONG- #BUHHHHHHH OH GOD OH F #POSSESSED KING WUKONG KINDA HAD ME #👀👀👀 #OKAY NO ACTUALLY *BEFORE* HE GOT POSSESSED HE WAS SO ANGY AND KICKED SERIOUS ASS IT WAS EVERYTHING #HIS EXPRESSIONS?? EXCUSE ME DEAR FLYING BARK I'M WEAK I'M OFFICIALLY WEAK #THE MUSIC WAS GREAT TOO VERY BEAUTIFUL VERY POWERFUL #I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS AS A WHOLE GUYS #WE ADOPTED THE GIRL WHAT'S HER NAME SHE'S OUR NEW DAUGHTER NOW #okay but the spider demons showing up made me very very sad #i miss syntax and huntsman :'< #THE ENDING HHHH THE ENDING #I I NEED MORE I NEED IT PLEASE I ACTUALLY WANT MORE OR I WILL BAIL AND ROLL INTO THE ABYSS IDK- I JUST WANT MORE #lord it was good

[sbd-laytall]

Self-care is watching Black Widow and X-Men: First Class in the same day while contemplating your whole existence.

#no but these movies are so good #I cried at Yelena and Natasha's last scenes together #and Charles and Erik's 'break up' at the beach pretty much broke me actually #plus Erik's backstory #there are no words #these movies are immaculate with their setting and their characters and their charisma and their heart #black widow #x men #x men first class #gifs are not mine #my post

[multiship-brainrot]

A lil rambling about the subtle perfection of Vaggie's design

I seriously can't stop thinking about how no other characters had any questions about Vaggie or her origin especially when you consider her design.

I know there have been some major retcons to her backstory, but she still is (arguably) the most human-looking citizen in all of Hell.

Like even the most human looking of sinners like Velvette or Camilla's daughters still have flat/no noses, horns, more prominent & sharper fangs/teeth, but Vaggie?? Nah, none of that. She's even a standard human height with most demons being way above or below average human height, except for lower ranking demons like succubus, imps or hellhounds. The other exception to this rule? Lucifer; the only other fallen angel that we know of.

I also feel like this really recontextualizes this line from Husk in episode 4:

As a former gambling overload, reading people would be a necessary skill for Husk, especially if he is only given a matter of one game to get to understand them. Luckily for him, sinner forms have a connection to the kind of lives they had on earth.

Seeing Vaggie's form, and her lack of more traditionally demonic features that most other demons have, it would have been safe to say that he assumed all she got was a palette swap & an eyepatch of all things because her opinion of herself was so low she already profoundly saw herself as a monster (which is technically true).

And I feel as though the deliberate choice to switch her old dress in place of a more uniform-like outfit speak volumes about her sense of self and how she feels she must have to serve someone or a greater purpose instead of existing to exist.

Just like it was mentioned in episode 3, who is she if she can't be of service? what's the point of her? And that honestly broke my heart.

Really hoping that the series will start to explore this aspect of her character and she'll be able to find out who she is outside of Charlie, it's what she deserves! Would also love to see her bond with the other members of the main cast more (especially Lucifer & Husk, call them the Alastor Hate Squad or the Wings Club or idk they have so much potential) 💜

#hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #chaggie #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel vaggie #charlie morningstar #vivziepop #hazbin hotel season 1 #vaggie #hazbin hotel prediction #hazbin hotel analysis #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel lucifer

[trupowieszcz-moved]

fun facts about (polish) vampire folklore because i'm too autism

(disclaimer: my source for all of this is the book "Upiór. Historia naturalna" by Łukasz Kozak i'm not pulling this out of my ass)

The word "vampire" came from a mistranscribed Serbian word, written down by Austrian officials informing about a panic among the locals, who claimed that during a plague their dead were rising and biting them and spreading the plague further

In Poland, the words used to describe what later transformed into a "vampire" in literature were: upiór (and variations thereof - the word came from Ukrainian, and the Ukrainians got it from Turkish "ubyr"), strzyga (f)/strzygoń (m) and wieszczy (m)/wieszczyca (f). "Upiór" was used in the southeast, "strzyga" around the central regions, "strzygoń" (as well as strzyga) specifically in Lesser Poland (Małopolska) and "wieszczy" in Greater Poland (Wielkopolska) and in Kashubia. "Wąpierz" was not a word until some writer in the 19th century made it up!

The upiór actually very rarely drank blood. It happened, sure, but a much more bloodthirsty creature was zmora/mara. However, upiory often drank milk, stealing it from cows and horses. Both are life-giving bodily fluids, after all.

The above might make you think about witches, who were often blamed with stealing or spoiling milk, and you wouldn't be far off. You see, you had to be born as an upiór (these ones weren't contagiously biting!), and while you were alive, it would give you various magical powers, like clairvoyance and detecting the dead upiory, and so the upiór was practically a synonym of a sorcerer or witch. Of course, the sources vary, but depending on who you asked, they could control weather bringing heavy rains or droughts, see the future, know literally everything and so on. Those so-called "living vampires" knew who they were since birth and were often helpful, until they died.

After an upiór died, that's when the bad things happened. They disappeared from their graves, destroyed churches, broke candles, brought plague upon the people, scared their neighbors, and if one puffed in your face, you would soon die. They were said to be able to walk around with their decapitated head, so anti-vampiric burials often had to be very thorough and decapitation wasn't enough.

The signs that were supposedly telling of a living vampire were, among others: being born with teeth, being born in a caul, not having armpit or pubic hair BUT having a hairy chest, not having undergone confirmation (i'll come back to that in a moment), having a very red face and easily and often blushing (not being pale!), or being born with a deformed foot.

Not having participated in the confirmation sacrament was especially damning, because it was believed that upiory had two souls (and two hearts). When they were baptized, only one soul was being saved, and the confirmation sacrament was supposed to protect the second soul. This, of course, was extremely against the catechism, so the first "official", church-related sources recording those beliefs had to invent another "backstory" for upiory, and they claim that an upiór is a dead person specifically, who was given to the devil at birth, the baptism saving their soul, but their body still belonging to the dark forces, which was why they rose from their graves - the devil basically hijacked their corpses.

I won't make this post much longer but I will GLADLY answer any questions because this is my special interest and I just came back from an exhibition where the author of the aforementioned book talked about all of that so. me right now ⬇️ (readmore so you dont get continuously blased with the gif under it)

#vampires #history #folklore #poland

[swordsmans]

i just really, really love the idea of zoro having no real "survival skills" because he had a much more traditional (if atypical) childhood/youth than most of the crew. bandit heritage aside, he was raised in a tight-knit and relatively peaceful community with (at best) agricultural outskirts. he doesn't leave until he's much older, at which point he becomes a bounty hunter as a way to make money (to pay for food, shelter, etc. presumably in villages, towns, and cities). we know from the non-canon johnny and yosaku backstories that he "hunted" for bounties in cities/towns, at least partially.

meanwhile luffy has been running around the wilderness since he was like seven years old, securing his own food, building fire and shelter, and just generally toughening up/learning how to live in nature. we know he had a pretty extensive knowledge of bugs and how to catch them, so with that + his childhood i don't think it's a stretch to assume he also has an understanding of edible plants and non-monstrous wildlife (even if its not all applicable outside the East Blue). he's survived on his own in the wilderness for years at a time at least twice in canon.

i think it's fun to think of them having... some sort of "zoro is lost in more ways than one" kinda vibe early on in their journey, especially since they're constantly broke pre-timeskip and we know that at least by little garden the crew has started hunting and foraging to supplement their stores. you could absolutely rope the rest of the east blue grew into this, but zoro is still sort of the outlier with his background.

i dunno. maybe i just like the image of luffy trying to teach zoro how to hunt or fish and both of them just having the dumbest time with it. luffy would be really earnest but impatient--and zoro would be stubborn about admitting he doesn't know shit but would still listen and absorb anyway.

luffy having no clue how to start small and work up to new skills, so they end up going after massive wild boars or something as a first or second lesson and zoro just rolls with it because sure, yeah, thats normal. what the hell does he know? (and also hes fucking. zoro. so.)

or luffy teaching zoro to fish normally but also like a bear fishes (standing knee-deep in the water and catching fish with his bare hands) because it looks more fun that way and he cant. and zoro just fucking up soooo bad but getting really competitive anyway, even though luffy is just, like, sitting on a nearby rock yelling (frankly terrible) directions at him or something. zoro catches nothing and luffy tells him he looks stupid getting angry at the river so of course zoro is going to master fucking. bare-handed fishing because the man's got one braincell and its 99% stubborn pride.

he fucking sucks at starting a fire, wouldnt even consider building proper shelter, and in general would not make it 0.2 seconds outside a populated environment without his captain--a guy raised by the jungle and ace, who was basically a wild animal himself.

idk. survival-competent luffy is very near and dear to my heart.

#not really a country/city dynamic because its like... not that. but luffy is basically the east blue les stroud and thats so funny to me #a bear grylls kinda guy #which is to say nothing of their differences in formal education #dunno if ill write another fic about it but its like... the other side of math/bilingual zoro headcanons to me #i think about this more often than i should tbh #zolu #gyro.txt

[mountainsandmayhem]

Stay Still, Little Dove

Joel Miller x Female!Reader

18+

Series Masterlist

Summary: Joel takes matters into his own hands to deal with your newly insatiable sex drive with a little help from a u shaped friend. TW: softdom!Joel, female orgasms (like a lot of them), oral (fem!rec), this is all about her A/N: THANK YOU for all the comments, likes and reblogs on my last story! I fully believe only 1 or 2 people will read these and I'm just floored by the response so far. I wish I could write without a plot, but I added some backstory about these two. Word Count: 4.3k

Ellie has always been a tornado in your life. Her biological mom was your childhood best friend. She had her demons, so you can’t say you were surprised when during her weekend trip to visit you with her new baby she disappeared, leaving you with little Ellie. 

Overnight, you went from a 22-year-old young woman starting your third year of your degree to a 22-year-old adoptive single mom pushing through your third year of college. 

Your parents were helpful, driving four hours from the small town you grew up in every weekend so you could work or do homework. They offered to take Ellie for a while or help you find people to adopt her, but that little tornado of a girl was your priority and you weren’t going to abandon her like her mother. 

She broke her arm at 2 on her big wheel, and at 3 she needed 10 stitches across her eyebrow from when she tried to leap from the kitchen table to the granite island. Safe to say the granite won as she still bears that scar today. At 4, she bolted up the stairs to the high dive and jumped off without an ounce of fear. Thank god she was already a strong swimmer.

She seemed to crave chaos, so when she befriended the girl with wildly curly hair on her first day of school you just shook your head, predictable little tornado. 

Thankfully Sarah Miller was a sweet and kind-hearted girl, maybe even a little shy. It also helped that Sarah’s young dad, who didn’t wear a wedding ring, resembled a Greek god. Tall and broad with tanned skin, he owned some sort of contracting business based on the truck he’d do school pick up and drop off in. When the girls introduced you two, he flashed you a small smile, revealing that goddamn dimple. 

You’re both pretty sure the girls played a hand in the two of you eventually getting together, granted they both conveniently don’t remember playing tiny matchmakers. They’d ask for sleepovers and playdates almost daily, or sign you both up to the same shift at school events.

“Mommy, I swear on the moon that the teacher picked!” Ellie said when you had the coat check station at the Valentine's Day dance. “Buuuut you might want to put on lipstick.” 

It’s been a little over 14 years since then and he still sets your blood on fire with that dimple. 

Both of you approached this new empty nest phase apprehensively, but it turns out that having the house to yourself (with no risk of one of the girls walking in) opened a whole new set of rather kinky doors. Not that you were necessarily vanilla before, but while they lived there you didn’t have ropes and paddles hanging on your bedroom wall, or the hooks on your four-poster bed.

You also never would have been how you are now, bathroom door wide open in only the trousers you planned to wear to work. 

“Not that I’m complainin’ sweetheart. But why are you topless?” Joel asks on his way to the kitchen. 

“It’s too damn hot in here.” You grumble, getting out your skincare and makeup. 

Joel shook his head to himself as he walked to the kitchen. He knew better than to bring up that it wasn’t the temperature, it was you and your recent perimenopause diagnosis. He hated to see you suffering, but your newly insatiable libido gave him an idea. 

As you get ready, Joel leans against the bathroom door frame drinking coffee, observing you through the mirror. 

You see him most days in his typical work attire - dark jeans, a t-shirt with his company logo, and a flannel or denim button-up. But it will never get old to you. You almost find him sexier in this than in a suit. Especially when he has the cuffs rolled like he does today. 

“Little Dove?” His voice is deep and scratchy. 

A slight blush paints your cheeks, knowing that it’s going to be one of those days. 

“Yes, sir?” 

He slowly walks towards you as you lean into the mirror to blink on some mascara. He stops just a hair away from you, not touching you but close. Close enough for you to feel the heat coming off of him. He waits until you’ve put the mascara wand away, and uses his free hand to trace a line slowly down your spine. 

A shiver runs through you, and you let out a small moan. Partly from the feeling of him, but mostly at the reprieve from the hot flash you’re experiencing. 

“How many orgasms do you think I could give you before you beg me to stop?” He kisses the top of your left shoulder, watching your eyes widen slightly in the mirror. 

Goosebumps spread across your body. If he wants to play, you’ll make it difficult for him. “Well, after the little kidnapping the other night you gave in after three.” 

“This is about you giving up and not me giving in,” His free hand continues a light trail along your bare back. 

“And didn’t you say you felt like you had done an intense Pilates workout the next day?” He adds teasingly.

You were hoping he’d forgotten about how you groaned as you lowered yourself into the bathtub to soak your sore muscles. Even though your hormones seemed to think you were a teenager again, your body took a little longer to recover. Joel cared for you in a way that only he could; making dinner, wrapping you in your beloved heated blanket, and gently massaging your hips and legs. 

You don’t want to give up this easily so you scoff and say, “Please, old man. You’d get tired before I’d quit.” 

The next two things happen so quickly that it’s over before the excited squeal leaves your lips. He spins you to face him and lifts you onto the countertop, caging you between his arms, his hands gripping the vanity on either side of you.  

“Now now, Little Dove. I’d be careful who you call old.” His recently playful tone is back to a deep gravel-like command that settles right between your thighs. 

“You will refer to me as sir in these moments and nothing else. Do you understand?”

You nod eagerly sucking your bottom lip between your teeth, fuck you love him like this. 

He kisses down your neck towards your right breast. Pausing he adds, “Words, Little Dove,” before gently dragging your right nipple through his teeth. 

You let out a desperate moan arching your back into the pain, “Yes, sir.” 

Joel quickly steps back, taking his coffee cup with him. “Be a good girl today.” 

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You spend your workday trying not to think about Joel. You immerse yourself in your to-do list and your team gets a few projects done early and sent off for approval. You’ve almost forgotten about the morning events when you hear your phone buzz. 

Joel: When I get home I want you in that little black lacy thing, Little Dove. I’m bringing home dinner. 

You reply with a funny ‘yes, sir’ gif.

Joel: Oh, my sweet Little Dove. I’m almost starting to think you like it when I punish you. 

You: Do your worst, I won’t tap out.

Joel: Tell me what you’re going to be doing when I get home.

You find a photo of you wearing the aforementioned ‘little black lacy thing’ and attach it to your message that says, “Wearing this, sir.” 

Joel: Be kneeling beside the couch when I get home. 

You: Yes, sir. 

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The rest of your day goes by tortuously slowly, yet the drive home seemed suspiciously fast. You laugh to yourself picturing a speeding ticket in the mail and Joel’s reaction when you tell him he has to pay it since it’s his fault. Maybe you’ll ask him when he’s in a sir mood.

You hop in the shower, shave and touch up your makeup before clipping and clasping yourself into the outfit Joel loves so much. As you step back to admire yourself in the full-length mirror you realize certain squishy parts of your body don’t look great in this.

Focus on the positive, you remind yourself. 

The deep v-halter of the one-piece garment accentuates your breasts, you spin to take in the low cut back and high cut cheeky bottom that highlights the globes of your ass. 

The familiar sounds of Joel’s truck pulling up the driveway sends a rush of nervous and excited butterflies through your stomach. You hurry to the sitting room, grab a throw pillow from the couch and kneel. 

Your eyes follow as Joel heads to the kitchen, holding a bag from your favourite sushi restaurant.  He places it on the island before looking up at you with dark eyes

“Look at the ground and put your hands on your lap.” He commands. 

You can’t stop your eyes from rolling as you look down and do as he says. 

“Little Dove, don’t roll your eyes at me.” His voice deepens with every word, instantly setting your core on fire. 

He’s silent for a moment and you can feel his eyes on you. “From now on when I say to kneel, this is how you’ll be. Understand?” 

You squeeze your thighs a little tighter, breathing starting to shallow at the sound of his voice as he slips deeper into sir mode. 

You reply with a breathy, “Yes sir. Sorry.” 

Joel walks over and pets your head. “You look stunning like this.” He whispers, before turning and leaving you alone. 

His words feel like warm honey being drizzled down your spine. No one makes you feel as desired as Joel and immediately your earlier body insecurities vanish. You can hear him moving things around the bedroom before he walks back to the kitchen but you don’t dare look up. You’re a good girl, Joel doesn’t like brats, and right now all that matters is pleasing him. 

Joel sets up dinner, arranges the sushi on plates, opens the wine and lights a candle before sitting at the table, legs spread, facing you. 

“Crawl to me, Little Dove.” His deep voice washes over you. Almost as if it puts you in a trance. You know your knees are going to regret this in the morning, but you’re so turned on that you don’t hesitate to crawl across the area rug and then onto the hardwood flooring Joel installed himself.

Stopping between his bare legs, his strong hand cradles your chin and tilts it up, he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and tight black boxers. But it’s the sleek black remote control vibrator in his other hand that steals your attention.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” He says with a soft moan, gently stroking your cheek. “Go put this in, and then come back and have dinner with me.”

He helps you to your feet and hands you the vibrator. He turns you towards the half bath off the kitchen and pats your bum gently while you walk away. 

Joel has laid out everything you might need on the counter. After cleaning the toy, you push the thin fabric of your lingerie aside and slide it inside yourself. You can already feel pressure on that little spongy part inside you that Joel loves to tease. As you wash your hands you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. 

I can do this, you say to yourself. 

As soon as you step out of the bathroom and make eye contact with Joel the toy comes to life. Your false confidence from a few seconds ago buckles along with your knees as you brace yourself on the door frame and let out a breathy gasp. 

“I want you to keep count and thank me for each one, Little Dove. Understand?” 

“Y-yes, sir,” you moan, crossing your legs and squeezing your thighs, all while maintaining eye contact. 

The vibration stops, you take a few deep breaths before standing up tall and walking over to the table. Always the gentleman, he pulls out your chair and kisses the top of your head before taking his seat. 

“Eat while we go over some ground rules, Little Dove.” 

You don’t have to be told twice, you love sushi and you’re probably going to need your strength for the evening. 

“You are going to need a safe word tonight.” Your mouth goes dry and you become accurately aware of the small remote control in his possession. 

“We are going to use a colour coding system, much like traffic lights. If I ask you for a colour tonight you have three options. Green means you want to keep going,” he emphasizes the word you. 

“Yellow means you need a break and will let me know when you’re ready again. Say red and we stop.” Joel pauses and looks at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes, sir,” you reply in between bites. 

He picks up his wine and takes a sip before continuing softly, reaching across to grab your hand. “But baby, you can say yellow or red at any time. If you need a break or reassurance, say yellow. And if it’s too intense and you need me to stop, say red. We’ve done our research on this. But you need to know that if you say stop, or that you need a break, or even if you’re crying and saying I’m hurting you, I will not stop. Colours only. Understand?”

You nod while taking a big mouthful of wine, the nervous excitement that you’ve been feeling all day courses through your body. As your wine glass is put back on the table the vibrating starts again, stronger this time. 

“You should know by now that you need to use your fucking words, Little Dove.” He says darkly. 

“Yes,” you stammer. “Yes. I under….I understand, sir.”

The vibrating stops and you let out a breathy, Oh god.

You both eat your dinner and finish the wine, this man could give you whiplash with how quickly he can go from sir to family man.  He asks about your day and tells you about the new apprentice he’s hired. When you both finish eating he takes the dishes to the sink. He turns to face you, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. The sleeves of his t-shirt stretch over the ropes of muscles lining his biceps. 

“Little Dove, do I have your consent to make you come until you use a safe word?” 

Again, the whiplash. 

Your mouth goes dry as you reply with his preferred ‘yes, sir.’ 

The toy comes to life again, on a higher setting than the last 2 times. You lean forward so your ass is slightly off the chair to ease some of the intensity. You’re not a stranger to a vibrator, but never one that’s pushed this firmly against your g spot and your clit. The seat of your chair is clamped between your fingers as you cry out in pleasure. 

“Don’t make me tie you to that fucking chair. Sit down, Little Dove.”

You do as he says, letting out a desperate moan as the hard seat presses the two ends of the u shaped toy deeper and harder against your g spot. 

“Oh fuck - fuck - m’gonna…” you close your eyes and your head falls back as the white heat in your center starts to reach its breaking point. 

Joel strides over to you and grabs your chin, twisting you slightly to face him. “Look at me, I want to see it when you come.” 

“J-Joel,” his hand doesn’t leave your chin and he watches you with such admiration as you start to come undone. 

“That’s it, Little Dove,” he whispers as he places a few kisses along your jaw towards your ear adding, “Let go for me.” 

Your orgasm hits you hard, spreading from the base of your spine and out to every inch of your body. Wave after wave flows through you, intensified by the look of admiration spreading across Joel's face.  

“There you go - good girl.” 

Your fingers start to ache as you fight to stay seated in the chair, his wishes are your command and you’ll do anything to hear him praise you again. You squirm against the seat as overstimulation starts to take over. 

“Please, sir,” you beg, “fuck! I need…I need to move.” 

“So beautiful when you beg, Little Dove….count it for me” He says. 

“One sir, thank you.” It comes out weak and breathy, a voice you didn’t expect after only one orgasm. 

“Give me a colour, baby.” His voice is almost soothing as he torments you with the vibrator. 

Current state aside, you’re not giving up or giving in after one orgasm, even if it is still coursing through you minutes later. 

“Green!” You scream, shifting yourself off the chair slightly as he switches to a new vibration setting.  Its intensity varies and shifts, and the anticipation of never knowing what might hit you next is a new level of wonderful torture.

Joel slides your chair out and kneels in front of you, pushing your hips back down to the chair. 

“I will tie you down if you don’t stay still, Little Dove,” he growls before slamming his lips into yours.

A second orgasm tears through your body, your hands move to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you try not to move. It’s no use, the vibrations are too intense and you buck your hips up while your head falls back breaking the kiss. 

The kitchen fills with your cries of ecstasy. Somehow you manage to count and thank him for the second one before he turns off the toy and pulls you to your feet. You grip his strong forearms to steady yourself, your pussy still fluttering against the weight of the vibrator. 

“You have five seconds before I turn this on high, Little Dove. Unless you can make it to the bedroom before that.” 

Your legs feel like jelly beneath you, but your competitive side kicks in and you sprint down the hallway as he loudly and authoritatively counts to five. You almost make it through the bedroom when you feel the most intense vibration hit your swollen g spot. You stumble forward, folding your upper body onto the bed. Your brain scrambles to catch up to your body as it processes that you’re not in pain but instead in a state of agonizing pleasure. 

Joel walks up behind you, pressing himself against your ass. “You’re doing such a good job for me,” he praises before landing a hard slap on your right ass cheek. 

Your body is suspended in that moment right before you come. You almost feel like you’re floating and the pleasure is so intense that you can’t even make a noise as you clench the bedsheet in your fists to try to ground yourself. 

He uses his body to pin you down, folding over you and whispering “Give me a colour,” in your ear. 

“Green” comes out in a shaky whisper. 

“That’s my girl.” He says proudly, biting your shoulder blade. 

Again it’s his words that do it, my girl, and you finally tip over the edge and tremble underneath him. Joel kisses and sucks the skin of your upper back, every inch of your body feels encompassed by him and crying out for relief, but you’re not giving in. 

“Ah - fuuuuck…” you feel like this orgasm has been going on for hours.

“I wish you could see how good you look right now.” 

“Stop. P-please. Stop,” you beg in between gasps of air. 

As you come down from your high the vibrating slows to a small tickle, not enough to make you come again but enough to remind you that it’s there.

Can someone die from an orgasm? 

“Take off your clothes,” Joel growls in your ear, slapping your right ass cheek as he peels himself off of you. “I’m not stopping until you use the safe word, Little Dove.” 

He pulls his shirt off and watches as you undo the clasps and clips of your lingerie and slide it off with shaky hands. 

As you lay on the bed you say, “I’m not a fucking quitter, sir.” 

Joel smirks, laughing through his nose a little as he wraps a silk cuff around each ankle, spreading your legs apart for him. “How many are we at so far?” 

As he cuffs your wrists you reply. “Three. Thank you, sir.” 

He kisses your forehead as he slowly removes the vibrator. “Fuck me,” he says, “look at this mess, such a good girl for me.” 

You close your eyes and let the praise wash over you like a warm bath. Joel shifts his body between your legs and places two little kisses on your swollen clit making you whimper and suck your bottom lip between your teeth. 

He uses two fingers to lightly circle your clit making you come instantly with a whimpering ‘four, thank you, sir,’ at the end. 

Joel doesn’t stop, switching to use his tongue while keeping the same pace and pressure as you come again.

“Ah - five, thank you, sir!”

….and again….”fuck, six. Thank you, sir.”

...and again….”s-seven - oh god - thank y-you, sir.” 

Your skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat as a cool liquid drizzles down your pussy. You gasp at the new sensation, eyes shooting to his face. 

“Stay still, Little Dove.” 

As he runs his fingers up and down your pussy, the lube turns warm and tingly, heightening his touches. Joel draws circles on your clit with his thumb, pursing his lips and blowing cool air. The warmth turns icy cold, and when he stops blowing, heat rushes to your pussy, pulling another orgasm from you. 

Yes, I’m certain someone can die from an orgasm. 

“Count, Little Dove.” 

A whine escapes your lips as you try to tug your legs together. His thumb has slowed down but it’s all becoming too much. “Eight. I can’t anymore, sir.” 

He blows cool air again and the heat rushing has you keening all over again. 

“Please, Joel. I can’t. Please.” Tears spring from your eyes. 

“You’re ok. You can do this, baby.” Cool air hits your pussy again and you come apart.  “Good girl. So gorgeous. Count it for me, Little Dove.” 

“Nine. N-nine,” your eyes slam shut as he pulls away from you. “T-thank you, sir.” 

Before you’ve even finished thanking him, he slides his middle finger inside you, lightly massaging your g spot that’s still so sensitive from the vibrator. He pushes one of his strong hands down on your mound as he torturously works you toward your tenth orgasm. 

“No…please. Sir, I,” you gasp as you try to pull free. 

“I can’t,” the pleasure is almost painful at this point as the pressure from your arousal builds. He knows your close, he’s been dying to make you squirt again after the other night. 

“Color,” Joel says tenderly, slipping a second finger inside you and hooking the forward. 

You swallow hard against your sore and scratchy throat. You whine ‘green’, as you arch your back to try to ease the intense mixture of pain, pleasure and pressure that you’re experiencing. 

“Stay still, Little Dove,” Joel pushes harder on your lower belly. “Give me number ten. Show me, baby. Show me how good this feels.” 

You swear that everything stops, including your heart and time, as you fall apart under his touch and gush all over his hand. The walls of your pussy are clenching around Joel’s fingers and you can feel a puddle forming underneath you.  You think you hear Joel praising you, but the sound is muffled by your gasps and moans.  If you lived in an apartment your neighbours might think you were being tortured based on the loud cries coming out of you. Joel is sure that he’ll be making you a hot toddy to ease your throat later, but right now he’s hyper-focused on getting you through this orgasm.

As you start to come down his hand slows, “relax, baby.”

 “Red. S-stop. Fuck Joel, red.” 

Joel gently removes his fingers, shifting quickly to undo your restraints. You’re shivering and exhausted as he pulls you into his arms and away from the soaked sheets.

Everything Joel Miller does is done with the utmost care and attention, including aftercare. Your heated blanket is already warmed up, tucked near the headboard. He pulls it over you and places a featherlight kiss on your sweaty forehead. 

“I got you, darlin’. Shhh. I got you.” He holds you tighter as you melt into him. 

After a few moments of silence, you tilt your face up to look at him. “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

You bite your bottom lip to stop a smile. “Ya, that was - amazing.” 

You laugh a little and tuck back into his chest. “Are you sure? I’m so proud of you for using a safe word, but I need to ensure I didn’t hurt you.” 

You shake your head and fight to stay awake. “No…you didn’t” you mumble sleepily, stifling a yawn. “I’m great - just one minute…then I’ll do something for you.” 

Joel laughs softly and tilts your face up to his. He presses his lips to yours gently. “That was for me, Little Dove. Sleep for a little bit, I’ll wake you up for electrolytes and food.”

The warmth of your blanket takes over, you whisper an ‘I love you’ just as you drift off, thanking whoever brought this beautiful man into your life. 

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Them³. 

Some people expressed interest in the backstories & relationship between these characters so it’s under a cut. Beware, it’s full of Vallaki spoilers and. very long……. 

Lydia Petrovna/Fiona Wachter/my pc Father Dunant

Alright so, a not-so brief overview of each individual’s background and where their stories meet. Mind you, that is everything I currently know about the characters, and I'm pretty sure Lady W is still hiding something.

Lydia Petrovna has always been a frail, meek-hearted woman, but with a kind soul. For what she lacked, her best friend from ever since made up for it; Fiona Wachter was everything she ever wanted to be. Strong, assertive and with force of will. 

But Lydia also desired her in a different way, one that went beyond friendship and admiration. Fiona was not aware of those feelings and pursued Nikolai, while Lydia fell for Vargas, despite Fiona’s warnings and wishes for her not to do so. It fell on deaf ears, as Vargas seemed like a genuinely kind man. Suffice to say to those who played the game: the good qualities Lydia loved disappeared over time and he ended up emotionally abusing her, smothering her in a way where she completely lost who she was. Lydia was always desperate to help others despite her constitution and lack of powers or influence, so she thought putting on a bright face and encouraging the "all will be well" ideology would suffice. But she suffered greatly under it, too, coping with solitude and drug/alcohol abuse. Regardless, she kept holding onto hope, believing a better tomorrow will come one day. 

Vargas growing more paranoid of everyone ended up manipulating Lydia into believing Fiona and her husband were not to be trusted. And with Lydia’s facade steadily replacing what Fiona loved about her, ultimately drove the friendship to a breaking point after decades.

Fiona Wachter received a prophecy from an oracle (Madame Eva) while she was a young lady. The prophecy foretold of an outsider coming into Vallaki to bring great ruin, but his blood would also bring back sunlight to the town. She believed in this prophecy ever since, all the while pledging allegiance to Ravenloft as a family tradition, which earned her conflicting powers. On one hand, she could perform miracles and harm with radiance, on the other she received darker powers from her pledge. As such, she is also caught between two fronts — wishing for sunlight to shine upon the lands again while serving Ravenloft as is her family tradition. (This is something my PC challenges her with a lot)

This was all kept secret from her best friend as Fiona had always been a cautious woman. Fast forward to her strained relationship with Lydia that broke apart during Nikolai's early death. 2 years before the campaign starts, he died of an illness, and when Fiona turned to Lydia for comfort she didn't receive it. Lydia pretended like everything was fine still, and tried to deflect any mourning or sadness with Vargas’ messed up ideology. Suffice to say, Fiona felt betrayed, bereft, in more ways than one. And then, her daughter, who was to be betrothed to Viktor Vallakovich, Lydia's son, went mad after prolonged contact to Viktor. Fiona went scorched earth and planned an assassination on Vargas ever since.

In comes my lil guy! Father Kasper Dunant, a humanitarian priest always striving to be virtuous, to be of help, but who leaves calamity in his wake for whenever he tries to do good. Up to a point where experimentations with blood healings destroyed his hometown, (if this sounds like Bloodborne. big inspo haha) and he fled — only to get trapped in another ruinous and cursed place. In Vallaki, he helped with the St. Andral church and Father Lucian, Lydia's brother. Vargas also took a liking to him, which resulted to Kasper and Lydia growing closer. He was attracted to her gentle heart, her kindness he found beyond her facade. They became light in each other's darkness. 

Meanwhile, Fiona Wachter invited him & the party, intrigued by hearing of outsiders. She had hoped they could be part of her prophecy, and she intended to more or less rope them into her assassination plans. Now this being conflicting with many values and relationships our characters built, the party took a "safer" angle, in which we removed the biggest threat (general Strazni) from town and saved townspeople during riots following the assassination; Lydia being among those saved, who they hid away at the Martikov’s tavern. Lydia, who had fallen for Kasper early on, held onto him as she had lost almost everything (Vargas assassinated, Viktor teleported away) and they both found new hope, comfort and love in eath other. 

And in a way, Fiona also freed Lydia of the shackles of her abusive marriage.

Fiona would've taken charge of Vallaki had it not been for Kasper's suggestion to establish a council instead of a single ruler. Consisting of him, Fiona, Vasili (completely different character in our game and not secretly, yknow), a homebrew NPC and Ireena. Fiona and Kasper started to develop this dynamic of push and pull, feeling for how much they can trust and work each other with their opposing views in terms of politics and Ravenloft. But they had one moment where they forged a bond; Kasper, a blood cleric, summoned a mock sun through 'Daylight' for her (my flavor is that he spills blood for some spells). 

Voila, exactly what her prophecy foretold. She understood it wasn't real, but Kasper promised her to bring true sunlight back to Barovia. In a moment of fervor, Fiona suggested they could rule the town, the country together.

They are still very cautious but enjoy the tension and mystery they have about each other. Lydia, in the meantime, has been growing conflicting feelings about Fiona. While she was certain old feelings have been put to rest, the things Kasper tells her of Fiona seemingly awakened something again. There's a lot of guilt and hurt there, though, muddled with affection, and Lydia is sorting out her feelings still.

Meanwhile, Fiona still resents Lydia for her weakness. It was always clear how much Fiona cared for Lydia, repeatedly challenging her to put down this mask, to be herself again. And being hurt by seeing her friend lose herself so easily.  It's bitter, but Kasper has been meekly trying to calm the waves, to little avail so far. 

It is, A Mess to say the least, and Kasper together with Lydia have been growing concerns and worry for Fiona’s safety and ultimately, herself, since she changed so much, became so much darker since her husband’s death. But those two idealists hope there is still a chance to save her 🥺💦

tl;dr young outsider priest becomes entangled in noblewomen’s personal drama while both believe the gods and fate has sent him their way as he tries to mend a broken relationship 

#curse of strahd #curse of strahd art #fiona wachter #lydia petrovna #kasper dunant #lydia vallakovich #if you managed to read all this #congrats and i love you #our dm puts a ton of work and thought into npc backstories and connections #bless em #i am so normal abt this game and npcs 🥴