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zstraps · 6 months

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honestly obsessed with lucius avoiding getting mud on his jeans while they're all running for their lives

#ofmd #ofmd lucius #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 finale #our flag means death #ofmd gifs #also still obsessed with the swede in his crop top under the navy jacket #fashion icon #everyone on this show is so gender #z.op

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scruppofficial · 28 days

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Just an idea that came to me at 4 AM but I actually kinda like it. Should I continue this?

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Harry pulls away from the kiss and Draco wastes no time in moving his lips down to brush along the brunette’s jaw, “Dray?” He asks, “How much longer do we have to keep this up?”

“Hmm?” Draco hums in question; his lips tickle against Harry’s skin.

He mouths down Harry’s neck - nipping, sucking and kissing as Harry stutters out, “this whole ~ah~ m-mortal e-enemies charade?” He huffs out a breath as Draco sucks and bites that sweet spot where his neck and shoulder meet. The other boy’s teeth scraping his skin followed by a hot tongue, soothing the sting. Harry’s heart flutters at the thought of seeing Draco’s mark on himself later.

“Ah~ Draco…” He groans, trying to elicit a response from the blonde.

“Shh…”

“But-“

“I said,” Draco pauses to nip the shell of Harry’s ear and Harry shivers, “hush,” and then Draco’s lips are on his again. Obviously unwilling to have any kind of conversation.

He wants to know Draco’s response, he swears he does, but when the man of your dreams is kissing you like his life depends on it while also sliding his hands up your body to hook into your tie… your mind kinda goes blank.

Realistically it’s toxic, it always has been with them, but Harry still wants it. MERLIN does he want it. Anything and everything Draco will give him, and at this moment? With the other boy’s hands now working to undo his cloak? He no longer cares.

Harry - throwing all caution to the wind - deepens the kiss and without breaking away, grabs the blonde’s thighs to hoist him up onto the desk. He slots himself in between Draco’s legs to press closer into his heat. This is all so wrong, but it feels so, so right.

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grabowskibeepboop · 2 months

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HOLY FORKING SHIRTBALLS HEAR ME OUT

Harry Potter isn't too fond of what his life became, so he goes back in time to "the glory days", aka before the story we know happened so he can relive it (not with a time turner, some other kind of time travel with different rules) and everything goes smoothly until the sorting ceremony, in which he first of all forgets to ask the sorting hat not to put him in slytherin, and the sorting hat also sees his character and how it's different so it's like "okay asshole, slytherin"

And so Harry's previous life drastically changes and at first he thinks for the worse, but slowly he realizes he really is great in slytherin, not to mention being close with Draco Malfoy is more appealing than he thought

(if I were to write this I would draw a lot of things from SuperCarlinBrother's if Harry was in slytherin series, exept the ships, they're crazy for that, also from If Draco killed Dumbledore because he was rlly badass in that and he makes a great inside man, that's what Harry said, anygays, I'll shut up now)

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco tops harry #draco x harry #harry x draco #bottom harry potter #harry potter is bottom #sub harry potter #top draco malfoy #top draco #dom draco #dom draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #dmhp #hp x dm #hpdm

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medievill · 6 months

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one of the things that struck me the hardest throughout all of season 2 is how much older Ed looks. and my immediate thoughts were

maybe it's coincidental. time has passed; actors age; characters age.

maybe it's intentional. hair/makeup emphasizing how hard those ~3 Stede-less months were on Ed.

but then I started to see these metas about how season 1 was Romantic, and season 2 was Realistic. how the flashback scenes were so frequently not the actual season 1 footage replayed, but fully different shots (looking at you, original "you wear fine things well"). their on-deck kiss was under a gibbous moon, not a full one. Stede's in the last vestiges of a cursed suit and Ed's in a repurposed burlap sack. they've argued; they've hurt each other; they've begun to re-learn each other.

so maybe it's a not-so-secret third thing: he hasn't aged overly much in their time apart, he just actually looks the way he is. Ed's knocking up on 50. he's never had a safe space in his life. he's spent his life under the glaring sun, buffeted by salted wind and salted waves. he drinks, smokes, snorts rhino horn. he's running from every navy in the Atlantic; if he's caught, he's dead. he can't even fully trust or relax around his first mate. he's got PTSD. depression. probably anxiety. he lives with the incapacitating guilt of having murdered his father in order to protect himself and his mother. he's constantly masking. he's never had any real friends until he meets Stede.

romantic relationships can only be successful when you stop viewing your partner, your situation, through rose-colored glasses. when you acknowledge hardship and baggage and imperfections. if you don't look at your relationship in the realistic context of Life™️, it's going to fall apart. and if you don't look at your partner in the realistic context of Life™️, you can't really know them.

#his over-the-top stabbing of the snake in s1e7 is played for laughs but it's also intensely sad #because stede is right: ed doesn't know how to relax #like. absolutely literally cannot comprehend existing without being hypervigilant.#(the irony of that specific event is that before they even leave the boat ed says to lucius 'is he always this high strung'#as if stede is the one who needs to learn to relax. as if ed is the one who knows how to do that.)#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ed teach #blackbeard #ed my beloved #ofmd meta

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ilovethemoon3 · 1 year

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Draco and Blaise DEFINITELY had a thing.

I really love the idea of them having a “situationship” where they can’t actually go around telling people they’re together because their families would go crazy if they knew that they’re gay.

So there are days where Draco sees red because why the hell is every single girl in Hogwarts flirting with Blaise. And what bothers him the most is that Blaise actually responds back to them with interest just to spite him. He’d sometimes cross the line and go for a kiss. Draco just watches as Blaise starts groping what’s-her-name’s thighs.

These type of events usually follow with Draco coming back to the common room with disheveled hair, red lips, and his shirt untucked. Blaise also noticed how he’s unsteady on his feet, limping. At that moment, Blaise realizes how he can’t stand the thought of someone else touching what’s his, and only his.

Blaise follows him to their room and pushes Draco to the bed, touching him every inch of his skin to get rid of the other person’s mark on his Draco.

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Part 2

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echokelly · 6 months

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i'm watching ofmd panels and i stumbled upon one where someone asked the question of "if there was ever a musical episode, what song would you want your character to sing?" and Con responds saying he thinks Izzy would have to sing something tragic. watching this now knowing Izzy got up in front of everyone and sang a song about LOVE while he was dressed up, welcomed into the crew, comfortable, and proud makes me want to SOB look how far he's come, so normal about izzy hands :)))

here's the panel btw, the question is at about 9:30

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#ofmd #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #izzy hands #con o'neill #lucius spriggs #nathan foad #con also brings up taking his top off like twice immediately #Youtube

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themoon-andits-stars · 7 months

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Jealousy

Draco sat with his head resting in his hand staring across the Great Hall in the direction of the one and only Potter. Potter was sat with another nameless girl, charming her with pleasantries and a smile.

“What is your problem,” a voice came from next to him. Pansy leaned in next to him to see what he was staring at. “Oh my Merlin,” she rolls her eyes “you’re actually pathetic.”

Draco turns to face her fully, crossing his arms and scoffing. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“I’m talking about how, if looks could kill, blondie over there with Potter would be dead.” She smirks as Draco rolls his eyes. “I do not care who he chooses to speak to.” Draco turns his head, glancing over at Potter, “There’s no way he has an interesting thought running through that massive head of his”

He looks back at Pansy after hearing her laugh. “Careful Draco,” she starts with a sly smirk “or one may mistake you as jealous.”

#written on my iphone #pansy & draco friendship on top #my toxic trait is how much i adore pansy parkinson #let’s call this an #8th year fic #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #drarry #harry james potter #harry potter #hpdm #drarry fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #drarry microfic #pansy parkinson #golden trio era

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pickinglilahs · 3 months

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NB!Harry (Drarry, My Loves) Ch. 12

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 11, Ch 13 This chapter be Spicy 🔥 MDNI 18+ Unlike the last spicy chapter, this is 2.7K of pure filth. And by filth, I mean adorable, tender, loving, toe-curling, squeal-inducing, leg-kicking, slightly dom/sub, body-worship.

Draco and Haze agreed to skip the library and go back to the dorms after class.

Slughorn had let everyone who'd successfully brewed Felix Felicis keep a 12-hour vial as a reward. So, most of their class was also heading back to their rooms to store the potion somewhere safe.

Stopping at Draco's room first, he stored the vial in a jewelry box alongside some of his other valuables. Draco locked the box, then placed it in his truck, locking that as well.

Picking up his bag, Draco walked back over to Haze, who had waited by the door. Taking their hand, the two went to Haze's room.

While Haze was digging around their trunk, trying to find a safe spot for the potion, Draco took off his shoes, grabbed a book from his bag, and sat on the bed.

Satisfied the potion would be safe, Haze shut their trunk and came around the bed to where Draco sat. He set the book aside immediately to pull them up onto the bed; Haze came willingly, straddling his lap.

Haze was in trousers today, but Draco could feel the tall socks underneath as one hand rubbed over their knee. The other hand was settled farther up, on their hip, fingers playing at their waistband where their shirt was tucked in.

Haze had their hands in their lap, chin tucked and eyes downcast. Frowning, Draco dropped his head a bit, trying to catch their eye.

Nothing.

"Haze?"

No response.

"Mon Ange?"

Haze's eyes darted to Draco's before quickly looking away again. Sighing, Draco lifted the hand from Haze's knee to their chin. Tipping their face gently, Draco waited for them to look at him before he spoke.

"I need you to talk to me, Mon Ange. I can't read your mind; I'm not that good at Legilimency."

Haze huffed a bitter laugh. "Yeah, well, I'm pants at Occlumency so I doubt you'd have any trouble." They closed their eyes, face turning slightly away in Draco's hold.

Frowning, he studied them. It had been a joke, nothing of consequence. But there was something in Haze's reaction that gave Draco pause. When did they study- Oh. Draco pulled Haze to him, holding tight.

"I will never invade your privacy like that. I-" love you. Draco almost confessed right there. Merlin. What else could he say?

He buried his face in Haze's hair to keep from saying anything stupid. Haze's arms were trapped between the two of them and they squirmed, slightly uncomfortable.

Draco quickly pulled back, taking Haze's face in both hands. I love you. "I would never. Will never."

Haze nodded slightly, a ghost of a smile lighting their eyes; relief plain on their face.

"And now I've sidetracked us, haven't I?"

A real smile crawled onto Haze's face then.

"Did you want to talk? It seemed like you were going to say something before."

Haze frowned in confusion and shook their head. "No. I don't think so."

"Hmm..." Draco studied them, one hand stayed on their cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth, while the other dropped down behind their back, pulling them closer. He could have sworn Haze was about to say something, but their confusion was genuine.

"In that case,"

Draco had intended to talk to them about the book Hermione had given him, but with Haze in his lap like that, it was a little hard to think.

Draco kissed them.

Firm and sure, Draco's lips danced with Haze's, drawing out a gasp before they sighed into his touch. Their hands traveled up, one sliding into Draco's hair, the other coming to rest on his jaw.

Draco nibbled on their bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth completely. Haze whimpered, and Draco's tongue followed the sound, wanting to swallow it. Haze opened for him, loving the feel of Draco's tongue ravaging their mouth.

Haze could live here. Draco's arms around them, his sweet scent filling their nose, mouth drowning in the taste of his mint tea. They didn't have a care in the world.

The world didn't even exist.

The only thought in Haze's head was 'Draco.'

Draco's hand moved from Haze's cheek to their hair. His fingers went to the base of their neck, wrapping around the strands till he had a firm hold. Gently, he tilted Haze's head just right so he could kiss them deeper.

Haze sucked a sharp breath in at the complete control Draco had just gained over them, then whimpered, falling completely pliant in his arms. Draco could have done anything to them in that moment, and Haze would have gone willingly.

As if sensing their submission, Draco growled low. The sound reverberated through Haze, sending a shiver straight down to their core. They ground down against him, both moaning at the friction.

Draco tilted Haze's head farther to the side. He trailed his lips down their jaw, nibbling up to their ear. "Tell me what you want, Mon Ange."

Haze whimpered, "You."

Draco growled again. He dropped his head to their shoulder and took a deep breath. It took all of his self-control not to take Haze right then and there. That wasn't what they meant, and he knew it. He also knew that Haze would let him take them anyway, and he didn't want that, not if it wasn't what Haze wanted too.

Not sure what they'd done wrong, Haze whimpered again, in alarm this time.

Draco kissed their shoulder reassuringly before pulling back to look at them. "Me what, Haze? Tell me what you want."

Haze looked confused and a bit distressed. "Want... Want you."

Draco blinked. No. Surely not. "Want me to do what, Mon Ange?"

Haze whimpered, not understanding. They didn't know what they wanted, let alone how to ask for it; they just knew they wanted Draco.

Fuck.

"Okay, Chaton. I've got you." Draco leaned in to kiss Haze gently and they sighed into him.

They trusted him.

Completely.

Draco crossed his legs, putting one hand under Haze to lift them slightly. Then he leaned forward to lay them gently down on the bed, never breaking the kiss. He shifted to put one knee on either side of Haze for better leverage, all but sitting on their lap.

Slowly pulling his hand from Haze's hair, Draco made sure not to catch his fingers on their curls. Sensing him pulling away, Haze clung to Draco's neck. But he didn't go any farther.

In fact, Draco trailed kisses down Haze's neck to their collarbone. His hands found the buttons on Haze's shirt and slowly began working them open.

Once Haze realized what Draco was doing, they stiffened. His hands paused, but Draco kept kissing and licking at Haze's neck. It only took a moment for them to relax. A particularly firm bite to the tendons in Haze’s neck making them cry out, going pliant once more.

Once they had, Draco nibbled his way back up to Haze's ear. "You're beautiful, Haze."

Only then did his hands continue with the buttons, making short work of them.

Haze whimpered at the words and gasped as Draco's hands made contact with the bare skin of their stomach.

Draco pulled back enough to see their face, hands resting solidly on Haze's sides. Their shirt had fallen open a little when he pushed his hands in, but Draco had no intention of looking. Not yet.

He stared down into Haze's wide eyes. "You are beautiful, Haze Potter. In any and every form you take, you are beautiful."

Something had changed in Haze's face. Before, they had been completely submissive for him. But now? Draco wasn't sure.

"Wh-Wh-What-What-What if y-you d-d-d-d-don-don-don't like w-wh-what y-y-you s-s-s-see?"

Damn.

Draco was shaking his head before Haze had even finished. "I don't-"

Draco paused. Was it insensitive to say he didn't care what they looked like? Especially since they were still trying to figure themself out? Draco wanted to be supportive, not dismissive. He switched gears.

"That doesn't matter to me. It never has. It's only ever been you. I'm Haze-sexual. Whatever form you take is what I want."

The hope and disbelief warred on their face. Draco was just going to have to make them believe him then.

Leaning in, Draco brought their lips together softly.

"You're Beautiful." He breathed

He ran his thumbs over Haze's sides, sending goosebumps scattering over their skin.

"Absolutely Beautiful." Across their jaw.

He trailed his lips back down to their collarbone, hands beginning to roam up and down their sides. Haze shivered beneath him, body on fire.

"Beautiful." In the hollow of their throat.

He kissed down their sternum before nosing their shirt further apart. He left kisses over every inch of their skin as it was revealed.

"Beautiful." Into their chest.

Haze tightened their grip on Draco's shoulder and hair as his mouth found one of their nipples. He nosed at it. Kissed it gently. Gave it a long lick, eyes looking up to meet Haze's.

"Beautiful." Across their puckered bud.

Then he slowly took it into his mouth. He suckled. Nibbled. Blew air across it. Then turned to play with the other one, spurred on by the breathy moans each action drew.

"Beautiful." A praise.

Continuing his ministrations, Draco's hands slid down Haze's covered thighs. Gripping and caressing, his hands roamed, slowly making their way up to Haze's belt.

"Beautiful." A veneration.

Draco rested his hands on the buckle, giving Haze plenty of time to stop him. They whined at him, arching into his touch. He smiled, kissing their sternum again.

"Beautiful." A thank you.

He shifted further down, slowly undoing their belt, trailing kisses further down. He undid the button and zipper, looking up as Haze took the hand from his shoulder to drape over their eyes. He kissed right above their waistband.

"Beautiful." A prayer.

He hooked his fingers in their pants and Haze lifted their hips obediently. Moving off them for a moment, Draco removed their pants and trousers completely. He took a moment to appreciate the view. Tall socks; open shirt; love bites trailing up their collarbone and neck.

"Beautiful." A devotion.

Throwing one knee back over them, Draco braced himself on one hand. Pulling their arm away from their face Draco smiled. He brought Haze's hand to his mouth, holding their gaze and kissing their palm.

"Beautiful." A promise.

Draco shuffled back so he was resting between their legs. Holding Haze's gaze, he placed a pillow under their head, then moved to place one under their hips.

"Beautiful." An adoration.

Haze went to cover their face again, but Draco caught their wrist. He guided their hand gently to the headboard and they gripped it tightly.

"You're too beautiful to hide, Mon Ange. I want to see you."

They shut their eyes, not knowing how to handle the intensity of his gaze. Draco's heart hurt; he would make them believe it, even if it killed him.

Kissing them gently, Draco moved down. Starting at their socked claves, he kissed his way up one leg.

"Beautiful." A caress.

At the top of one sock, he licked a stripe up their inner thigh. Before he got to their center, Draco shifted to do the same on the other side, kissing up their calf and licking his way up.

"Beautiful." A groan.

He peppered kisses over their inner thighs, up the creases of their legs. He nuzzled into the dark curls right above where they were aching for his touch. Haze whimpered.

"Beautiful." A growl.

Settling down, Draco wrapped his arms under Haze's thighs and looked up to their face. They had their eyes scrunched shut, both hands white-knuckling the headboard.

"Tell me to stop, Mon Ange."

They shook their head violently, whining alarmed at the thought. Smiling, Draco took a long, slow lick right up their center. Choking on a gasp, Haze arched their back in pleasure.

This was what they had wanted. Had needed. Had been unable to voice. For Draco to do as he pleased with them.

"Beautiful." Hungry

Licking his lips, Draco dived in. He couldn't get enough. The sounds. The taste. The quivering in their thighs when he found that bundle of nerves.

Pulling one arm back, Draco slowly ran a finger up and down their wetness as his tongue played with their clit. One of Haze's hands came down to grip his hair. Their legs tried to squeeze around Draco's ears, but he kept a firm grip on the one, hand coming around to hold their hips in place.

"Draco."

A gasp.

A plea.

A prayer.

Sucking on the throbbing bundle of nerves, he slid a single finger into them. Haze cried out in pleasure, arching into Draco.

Adding a second finger, Draco pulled his mouth back to blow cool air against them. Haze's whole body shuddered, and they whimpered.

Draco smiled and crooked his fingers. He growled as Haze jumped, a moan breaking free as their hand yanked on Draco's hair.

Tapping at the spot inside them with his fingers, Draco attacked their clit with his tongue once more. Haze cried out, their whole body trembling as every nerve was set on fire. Heat pooled as Draco devoured them.

"Draco!"

They could feel their pleasure mounting, Draco chasing it higher and higher. When it finally snapped, Haze shrieked. Eyes rolling back, body trembling, Draco sent them flying over the edge.

They spasmed, whole body arching in pleasure. Draco carried them through the pleasure, slowing as they gradually came down.

But he didn't stop.

When they relaxed, Draco added a third finger, leaving one crooked as he pumped his hand steadily. Haze cried out in alarm, pleasure quickly building once more.

He sucked on Haze's clit again, and they sobbed on a moan. Draco hummed at the sound, the vibrations throwing them over the edge for a second time.

Body jerking, they sobbed. "Draco!"

Still, he didn't stop.

Didn't slow.

Moving his hand faster, harder, he pulled his head back a little, shifting his thumb to rub over their abused clit. Draco's jaw ached and he could feel the drool and slick dripping down his chin. His senses were overwhelmed with Haze.

Glancing up, Draco relished in the sight. Haze's head was thrown back, mouth parted, breathy whines accompanying the desperation on their face. They began rocking their hips against him, hurtling toward the edge once more.

Turning his head to press a kiss to their thigh, he whispered against them. "One more for me, Chaton. I know you can."

They sobbed a moan. Half-formed words tried to make their way out, but the only clear thing that reached Draco was 'please.'

Draco growled. "Come for me, Chaton." He bit down on Haze's soft inner thigh, and they screamed.

Body seizing, heart stuttering, breath choking, eyes rolling back, they did just as he told them.

He kept his hand moving till their body fell limp. Hands dropping to the bed, head falling to the side, they were spent and completely boneless.

Only then did Draco slowly pull back. Fascinated, he pulled his fingers free. They were coated in Haze's clear slick, but, thankfully, there was no blood.

The book Hermione had given him had warned him that could happen. It was also where he learned that he shouldn't use a cleaning charm just now.

Gazing up at them, Draco licked his fingers clean, admiring the peaceful look on their face and the occasional aftershock that was still twitching through them. After his fingers, Draco dipped back down to lick up the last of the mess he'd made.

Haze whimpered and squirmed, oversensitive. Their hand came back to Draco's hair, not pushing away, and too weak to hold on properly. Aftershocks wracked them, overstimulation just the right side of painful.

Draco gave one last lick to their folds and a final kiss to their clit. Only then did he pull back completely. Wiping his face on his sleeve, Draco sat back to admire his work.

"Beautiful." I love you.

Draco shed his shirt and trousers before crawling up the bed to lay beside them in just his pants. On his side, Draco reached one hand out to brush a stray curl from Haze's face.

Their eyes fluttered for a moment as they turned into the touch, seeking him. Smiling Draco trailed his fingers down their nose, over their cheeks. His thumb caught their abused lower lip; Haze must have been biting it. Or maybe that had been Draco's doing.

Shifting, they whined at him, only half awake now. Smiling, Draco reached for them. He shifted the two of them around, not bothering to mess with Haze's state of dress. He pulled the covers up over the two of them and wrapped his arm tightly around Haze, their back pressed firmly against his chest, one leg between their thighs, arm supporting their head.

"Sleep, Chaton. I've got you."

Just like that, Haze dropped off into dreams.

Draco closed his eyes too, an overwhelming sense of peace engulfing him. He had never been allowed this before- to be anything like this.

In control

Tender

Giving

Maybe he didn't need to worry about telling Haze he loved them after all.

Maybe he just had.

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inkyquince · 4 months

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everyone talks so much about guilty pleasure movies and stuff, but honestly, guilty pleasure games tell so so so much more.

like, what shit ass game, either with a janky story line, or bad graphics or clunky controls do you love so much even with all the flaws?

like honestly, mine is the thief reboot. like i love the originals, im NOT a heathen, thief deadly shadows esp, but i love this stupid, edgy ass reboot. i love just prowling around and being a menace. when asked what are my favourite games, i will never name it, but its such a guitly pleasure game, i just have to kiss it on the head.

#eheheh #quinceyeasyspeaky #like #if asked what are my top 3 games #i would say dishonored baldurs gate 3 and fallout new vegas (or mass effect depends on what im feelin')#but guilty pleasure games?#thief reboot and lucius and we happy few #i fuckingn adore we happy few ngl #anyway #:3 #talk to me about it if you want #i dont give a shit about guilty pleasure movies but guilty pleasure games are great

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island-in-the-shadows · 6 months

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I'm actually kinda shocked by how many people label the end of S2 thoroughly bad.

It was rushed for sure. Felt like the finale should've been two episodes and this season has had a rushing problem throughout.

And some choices weren't the most ideal. I agree.

And the Death felt so anticlimactic. I saw it coming a mile away (the narrative hints and all), sure, but I felt like it could've had more oomph. More than just a throwaway shot. I mean on the other hand I'm sure plenty of pirates would've died anticlimactically but...him? Idk I felt like it should've been grand. Complete with a grand farewell. Not barely 3 minutes (again, the season was rushed and particularly this episode).

That being said, I was entertained and had a good time even with what I didn't like. But, importantly, if it's a story in 3 acts, the end of act 2 in stories is not always satisfying or even pleasant sometimes. One has to have faith that act 3 will be better, that act 3 will bring the story home with a good ending.

TL;DR It wasn't a great ending but it was fine. Let's hope for a proper, non-rushed, final act.

#ofmd s2 #ofmd #ofmd spoilers #also i got joy from swede's crop top and lucius talking about his jeans #also also if buttons is a bird idk maybe izzy returns in fashion #lord knows he's the fan fave

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