#//lemme know if anything needs to be changed

[themage9062]

I've never wanted someone in-universe to look at a character and go "what the fuck did they do to you" until now

(Minor dog-man spoilers but nothing that wasn't seen in a trailer until stated otherwise)

I'm pretty sure everyone's gone through the "I just thought of the concept of dogman for more than two seconds and have decided it's fucked up" phase but its destroying my mind at the moment

Now I know I'm not supposed to read too into it because George and Harold's writing is generally silly and unrealistic unless they're projecting but i'm going to do it anyways.

How does dogman even make noise?? Are the stiches attached by the top of his neck or the base?? Because that drastically changes his vocal range if it's one or the other. I'm assuming it's he's attached to officer knights body at the base of his neck so it makes sense that he can't speak.

Does he need physical therapy??? I'm pretty sure the human body isn't supposed to move like a dog's. We've all seen him move like he would if he was still normal but no matter how natural it feels we're bipedal and he's forcing his body to do quadruped. Would he have to curb his dog behaviors in order to not harm knight's body? (Note: In my eyes, he 100% doesn't see officer knights body as *his*, even though he controls it. It is one of the last things he has of him after all.)

But he does have moments where he just doesn't do that at all and walks and runs like a human should + whatever fighting style he uses. Is he doing these things off of muscle memory from officer knights body?? If so, what the hell happens if he wants to learn something new??

What does his diet look like? We've seen him eat dog food but I'm pretty sure that's not healthy in the long run for a human's body. I don't know anything about serious about biology, but dogs can't eat chocolate because of their stomach, no? So can he taste chocolate for the first time? Does he inherit Knight's allergies??

[Spoilers below the cut, but the general idea is questioning if he can be counted as sapient or not, so buh bye if you haven't watched it yet!]

Most importantly to me, because I really want to enjoy the Detey ship but there's always this question ringing in my head, did he get smart enough to be counted as sapient? The procedure was vague as George and Harold fumbled the specifics but there had to be some neural surgery from his brain to his body right??

It was cute and all, but his interactions with petey, especially after becoming his friend after he recently killed his best friend was a bit concerning in the mental department. I know most of this can be boiled down to "the middle schoolers aren't Shakespeare" but come on lemme overthink about this

I NEED ANSWERS THAT I WONT GET GAAAAAAAAAH

[th3cadav3r]

I Miss You

RE8 Chris Redfield X Female Reader

summary: Chris is a thousand miles away on a mission in Romania. But that won’t stop you two from satisfying your needs

content: established relationship, phone sex, masturbation, praise kink, reader has female anatomy and is referred to as a wife

author’s note: This one took forever to make but I’m so happy with it

Chris has been away on a mission for about a month now. You knew he was somewhere in Romania but you had not a clue what he and his squad were up to. That was confidential information—not even his own wife could know

You missed him a lot. You spent countless nights on your own, craving the warmth and company of your husband. This was the unfortunate reality of his occupation, you knew that. But you still couldn’t help but feel alone and depressed without him. You missed talking to him, eating with him, kissing him, fucking him. God, you really missed feeling his lips all over your skin and his tongue between your folds and his cock deep within you. You couldn’t help but fantasise almost every night, desperate for his return home

You called him one night when your urges were particularly strong. You had already stripped down to your underwear and placed a pillow between your legs. Your heart pounded in anticipation as you waited for him to pick up

“Hey, honey”

A rush of adrenaline shot throughout your body when you heard his voice

“Heyyy,” you answer back as casually as you could manage

“How’re you feeling?” Your heart fluttered as if it was the first time you ever heard his voice

“Lonely,” you answered honestly. “I miss you a lot”

He pauses for a moment. “I miss you too, babe. So much” His tone turned noticeably sad. There was no doubt that he missed you just as much as you missed him

“Whatcha doin’?” You ask to lighten the mood a bit

“Just laying in bed. We found a cheap motel just outside of town”

Your heartbeat quickens. Perfect

“In bed huh?” You respond as your finger traces the lace of your bra. “What a coincidence. So am I”

Oh shit. He noticed that shift in your voice even through the phone. He knew exactly what he was in for and accordingly started unbuttoning his pants

“And lemme guess. You’re not wearing anything right now?”

“Nah, still have my underwear on. But…maybe that’ll change in a bit” You smirked.

“Oh yeah” you heard a bit of struggle coming from his end. You smiled, knowing that he must be taking his shirt off. “God, I wish I could see you right now. Tell me what you’re doing”

“Well…” Your hand traces across your chest and over the lace of your bra strap. “Right now I’m just touching my chest a bit. Pretending that it’s you who’s touching me”

“You won’t have to pretend much longer. I’ll be home in no time, okay?”

“I can’t wait. So what are you doing right now hm?”

He laughs a bit. “Just rubbing my dick through my briefs,” he admits bluntly

Your thighs clench together, pushing the pillow closer to your core. The only thing that’s separating your soaking pussy from the pillow is the thin fabric of your skimpy lingerie panties. You want to rip them off and fling them away as far as possible, but you wait. You have to be patient

“Are you hard already?” you tease

“You fucking bet,” he responds. You can tell that he’s grinning just from how he’s talking. Just thinking about him palming himself through his underwear to the sound of your voice alone causes another wave of slick to pool in your panties

“Good…” you pant. “Cuz I’m really fucking wet right now”

“God damn,” he says after taking a pause to imagine the feeling of your wetness on his fingers. “I want you to touch yourself, baby”

That was just what you wanted to hear. Without hesitation you remove your hand from your chest and run it down your stomach before slipping it underneath your panties. Your fingers feel cool against your damp heat, making you shiver

“Okay. I am” You press a finger firmly in between your lips, gliding it up and down slowly. You moan softly, letting him know just how much you’re enjoying yourself

“Good girl,” he says almost breathlessly. He must be full on stroking himself off right now. You close your eyes and listen to the sound of him grunting as he pumped his cock

“Tell me what to do,” you say, trying to mask the desperation in your voice. You only allowed yourself to run your finger up and down your slit—you wanted Chris to instruct you on what you should do to yourself next

“Fuck,” he groans, excited by the power you’ve just bestowed upon him. “Spread your legs wider. And shove your finger inside that wet pussy for me”

You happily oblige, allowing your legs to spread open. Your finger dives into your tight cunt, slipping in easily. A moan escapes your lips, making his cock twitch in his hand

“Feels good, babe?”

“Not as good as when you do it,” you answer honestly. You’ve had to resort to masturbating often when he’s away for his job, which works fine for the time being but your measly finger wasn’t nearly as thick or skilled as his

“Damn right,” he mutters, swelling with pride. “Use another finger. Fill your pussy up like it’s my cock”

You push a second finger into yourself, feeling it stretch out your tight cunt. It still wasn’t as good as his own fingers inside you, but this would just have to do for now

“Drag them in and out,” he instructs you, “just like I would do”

You do just that, thrusting in and out of yourself. You start off slowly at first, but soon pick up the pace as your patience runs thin. Chris is close too, you can tell by the way that he’s huffing into the speaker and the fast squelching sounds of him jerking himself off

You thrust deeper into yourself, gasping when you reach your g-spot

“That’s it baby,” he praises. “Found that sweet spot, huh?”

“Mhm!” You couldn’t even get any words out at this point

“Keep going. And rub your clit with your thumb”

You could hear how desperate he was getting. You knew he wasn’t going to cum until you did

So you press your thumb against your clit, rubbing it side to side. It’s a slightly awkward position for your hand, but you don’t care. You need to cum with him

“I’m so close,” you admit almost breathlessly. You felt that all-to-familiar pressure building in your stomach and your mind started to blissfully drift away

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he pants. “Cum all over those fingers like a good girl. Let me hear it!”

That was all it took. Just a few seconds later, your eyes were rolled to the back of your head and your mouth was hanging open, allowing every moan and cuss word to spill out of it. Your fingers kept moving involuntarily, making a deliciously loud squelching sound

Just hearing the sounds that you made for him is enough to send him over the edge. His pace remains constant as he paints his own chest and stomach in thick ropes of cum. He practically growls into the phone as he comes, making your thighs tremble

You both ride out your orgasms for a while, stimulating your bodies as you listen to one another come apart. Soon you are reduced to a weak panting mess, barely being able to hold the phone up to your ear properly

“Fuck” He was the first to speak. “That was amazing”

“Yeah,” you talk to him with your eyes closed and relaxed. “Why the fuck don’t we do that more often?”

“Not sure,” he says with a little laugh. “But we should”

“Agreed”

[laurentborgiin]

a closed starter for @thcfallenstar when/where: whatever time of day it is, it's entirely the wrong time for Laurent to be that high up in the owlery

As a child, Laurent had been told to get some perspective, to remove his head from acres of books and litres of words, and to look at the world around him. To look, as he had been told, at where the Borgin family stood among it all and how remarkable it was that they were permitted to stand there at all. Get some perspective, Laurent. Well. He was, now more than he ever had before. He just happened to have done so in a way that left his shoes covered in owl droppings.

Not that is particularly mattered. It was a benefit of living so many years in a tower that soared higher than anything else in the castle that Laurent now stood in the open air on that odd little balcony above the owlery and thought, for a moment, if he could conjure a pair of wings, nothing could stop him from taking flight like the birds above him. It was nice. Of course, the sudden appearance of Sirius Black from seemingly nowhere shook Laurent enough to almost send him over the edge.

"Merlin's pants Sirius, a hell of a way to ask a bloke for another dance. Sending him over the edge when he's lost in his own head? You should be wearing a snake instead for that kind of play. What on Earth are you doing here?"

[charliehearted]

a closed starter for @spadcsoface

It was not an easy thing to admit what you'd lost. Perhaps the hardest thing was to admit a loss that came thanks to your own foolish choices. It was an admission that Charlie had been handling for years at this point. Ever since he had first reached an age old enough to understand things like guilt and responsibility it had weighed on Charlie. It weighed heavier now than it had in a long time and it turned his tongue sharper than he would have preferred. "Ace," he greeted, already prepared to turn on his heel and run from that strange boy that might have possibly been Charlie, if Charlie hadn't so terribly messed up, if he had perhaps just been a bit better. "What are you doing here, so near the ship?"

[alecctoccarrow]

a closed starter for @rxskeeter where: a third floor corridor

It is a truth, perhaps only occasionally acknowledged and yet near-universally known, that no place in the world held a greater treasure trove of secrets, regrets, half-formed wishes and ill-gotten dreams that a girls loo. The second best option that didn't tend to involve fourteen-year old girls cooing about a seventeen-year old was wherever Rita Skeeter was, and it was sheer hope at this point that had brought Alecto to the third floor.

Alecto, after all, had a question. It wasn't a particularly important matter, Morgana knows better than to bring that kind of thing to someone like Rita if you still wanted enough time in the day to do literally anything else. Alecto didn't exactly want to spend her entire day talking with Rita Skeeter, and so sacrifices were to be made. Pushing off from the wall she had made her spot for a moment at the sighting of blonde hair.

"Rita," Alecto called out, not bothering to raise her voice, "did you ever find out more about that Evans thing? Oh, never mind all that," she added immediately after, not even pausing, "did you want to hear about my plans for that Quidditch game? I rather imagine they're up your alley"

[roorreer]

Something something. Making Solas a liar in Veilguard actively brings back a problem they fixed working on Inquisition.

On December 20 2019 VGS posted an interview with Trick Weekes about their work on Solas. This whole sentence is a link so its large enough for mobile but also disclaimer this is before they changed their name so deadname warning.

Here's a transcription I found here which is where i took the screenshots above. Since I know not everyone has 40 minutes to listen to an online radio interview.

I however highlighted the main point since most of you are not reading the screenshots anyway but skimming through. Rant under Read-more. Also bc i try to not be too negative on people's dashs but also i wanna ramble some more.

"But he lied a lot more. And it really weakened his character."

You can tell this happened during the game. Solas lies only once within Inquisition. He says something he can't be vague about and you push him so he lies, badly. He usually tells the truth vaguely. Typically Solas lies no more than Blackwall.

I fully believe that if in Inquisition your inquisitor figured out that Solas was Fen’harel and asked him bluntly to his face he'd confess. He might even be impressed. But why would you ever start to think that. No one assumes that their coworker is actually Poseidon regardless of how much they love the beach and ocean.

He hides in your expectations.

You can't ask him about being an ancient elf or being Fen'harel of myth because those aren't very probable. They're astronomically low to be truth within that universe. And outside, no one finished DA2 and went i wonder if one of our next companions is the Dread Wolf. Sera said, impossible things can't be surprises. He doesn't have to lie so when the truth comes out it's becomes obvious on a second playthrough.

They then actively bring back a problem they fixed in Inquisitions development. That they were open about fixing. That having a character that outright lies to you makes you have no intention of even hearing out the character. It retroactively undercuts Inquisition bc i see people trying to find Solas' lies in it when they aren't going to find any beyond the court intrigue.

It undercuts any lore we do get from Solas bc people dismiss it outright as being a lie from Mr "I abhor blood magic". I feel like shaking people's shoulders like no, dont do it.

They retconned him guys i have proof from 2019.

And its like if you hate Solas is this even satisfying? Like that's not Solas. His motivations are gone (that's a whole other post) and so is his core personality trait. It's like they went here's the Dreadwolf but during the ten years they replaced the smug asshole who was insufferably right with a 20 yo senior chihuahua that doesnt have any teeth.

My favorite villains are those that tell the truth. Because nothing hurts more than the truth. Can you imagine if he told you the truth. If he told you horrible things that you dismissed as lies to only be true. Wouldn't Varric’s death have more weight if he told you Varric was dead only for you - for everyone - to see him in the Lighthouse. If it was a spirit who took his shape to help you or even because it saw something worth reflecting in your memories.

So you dismiss him until it's revealed near the end oh he was telling the truth and you have an oh shit maybe he was right about other things but its too late to try and stop any of the truths he told you which could be from allies/companions betraying to stuff about Ghilan'nain and Elgarnan.

Like the only way to redeem Solas was to listen to him and by going out of your way to address problems he sees and you can find the alternative to tearing down the Veil by a series a little puzzle pieces throughout the game.

Have it be he will only listen to you if you listen to him. That he'll reject your other solution bc why the hell would he trust you if you couldnt extend the same.

Like Solas couldve been a great villian and he should've been great for both the haters and those that liked him. Not only the romance but for those who became his friend. Like i keep coming back to if i hated Solas would i be satisfied with Veilguard.

And the answer is no because that isnt Solas.

Tricking him has no weight bc he's an idiot in Veilguard like not even in the ending bc doesn't notice you switch the dagger around like right in front of him but none of his actions make sense. Ppl have mentioned the regret prison makes no sense for Elgarnan and Ghilan'nain bc they don't have regrets.

Attacking Solas has no weight because he literally needs the shit kicked out of him by a dragon for it to even begin to work. They literally need him to be at deaths door before its realistic that Rook could take him in a fight.

Redeem has no weight bc of the massive retcons to his motivations. They had to retcon the post credits scene bc even if Flemythal went hey i don't want you to do this Dai Solas wouldve went okay but that doesnt solve my other problems with the veil including the corruption of spirits and the fact its in literal shambles so i guess is still coming down.

I'm just disappointed. By the end of Trespasser they had a great villian and they just tossed it to the side and reverted him and people are arguing about a character who's sole defining trait in Veilguard is a problem they solved before Inquisition launched.

Basically we can sum it up with a screenshot.

[angelpuns]

Lil hater Leo in honor of me FINALLY getting out of bed. Idk what happened to me today but I couldn't get out bed for the longest time ;-;

Anyway just like me, Leo also managed to get out of bed. Now, I for the life of me couldn't figure out what I would want someone to say to me in this situation, so I went the silly route. Probably don't actually say this to someone, I genuinely don't know what I would have wanted someone to say if there were anyone for me to apologize too :/

Anyway here's a transcript:

Leo: I'm sorry...I was supposed to cook dinner, but I did nothing all day...

Yuichi: it's okay!

Yuichi: in the wise words of my great-great-great-grandfather...it just be like that!

Leo, thinking: idk why this is making me feel better

Leo: he did NOT say that

Yuichi: he did, I swear

Anyway I once again would not recommend actually saying this and I don't think Yuichi WOULD say this, but I couldn't think of what I would want someone to say so :/

[voraciouslyindulgent]

@flightofthestarscream

Upon first glance from the front viewing platform of the Peaceful Tyranny, Tarn already knew this was not the Cybertron he'd resided upon for many years. He could not see any immediate sign of large, functional cities, and the planet itself seemed dark, desolate, its surface devoid of grand, towering structures. He hesitated in approaching. There was little purpose in visiting a Cybertron in ruins. It could even be dangerous, depending on who inhabited the wreckage, if there were any occupants left on the planet at all.

Thus, he decided to keep the Tyranny in orbit, and set the ship to drift around Cybertron. The quantum engine required several hours to cool from a recent jump, and he had more than enough fuel to sustain himself and his vehicle for much more than that time. He watched the planet, which, by all appearance, looked completely dead. Out of curiosity, he pinged the surface with the ship's central console, and wondered if there were any Decepticon stragglers in need of transport.

::Salutations. This is Tarn of the Decepticon Justice Division. All hail the Empire. Pax per tyrannidem.:: He said by way of greeting. ::Does anyone upon this world, comrades in particular, receive this message?::

[xobelladonna]

Christmas in November

"You know what the best part of being Jewish is?" Eddie asked.

He was at Steves place helping the kids study for midterms. They claimed his house has the least distractions, and since it was obvious it was really because they knew Steve was the easiest for them to manipulate, Eddie decided to stop by as well. It was only a bonus that Steve always baked tons of snacks for them whenever they were there.

Steve looked over from where he was currently putting a batch of cookies onto a plate. "What?"

"When people start talking about Christmas shit in the middle of November i can just say 'im Jewish' and it usually shuts them up." Eddie smiled cheekily.

Steve looked down at his Santa Claus pajamas (which Mike has been making fun of since the moment they entered his house) then over at the calender. November 13th.

"I'm starting to think you're tryin' to say something." Steve joked back, flattening out his shirt before carrying the cookies over.

[burdenedchaos]

@xxashes-rebornxx liked for a starter

A glamour sat snuggly against the Trickster's skin, shifting features into something that wasn't quite Loki. The illusionary magic had traded black hair for brunette, shortening it to something of a spiky crop; had twisted and turned up his usual nose into a snub. Normal concealer blended a neat little line around his lips, hiding away the multitude of scars that lay there--the old wounds something his magic was not capable of touching or altering. Casual clothing decorated his lanky frame--black, ripped jeans paired with a graphic tee with an amusing quip regarding bisexuality. A golden chain jingled and swayed at his hip, a small replica of Mjolnir sitting there to mock. Painted nails wrapped around a disposable cup of vanilla chai but he made no move to drink it. Feigning casualness, slumping just so slightly in the outdoor seat of the plucky little cafe that the tea had been purchased from, looking this way and that as if waiting for the arrival of a late companion. The action gave him an excuse to keep his gaze on a swivel because...someone was watching him.

Someone had been watching him with too close a gaze for a casual stranger for longer than he was comfortable with and a part of him feared that someone from Asgard had stumbled upon the life he had carved for himself here. Meant to upheave it and drag him back to the realm that he had thrown himself to the very void to avoid. They'd be severely disappointed if they thought he would go quietly. No, he would go like a feral dog. Barring his teeth and going for the jugular, if it came to it. Biting and ripping what he could.

Fingers drummed against the plastic lid of his drink before lifting it to his lips, squinting suspiciously at a red-haired stranger who seemed to be closer than she'd been only moments before.

Bingo.

Diving into his pocket, his free hand pulled out his cellular device and swiped a complicated pattern against the screen to unlock it as his eyes darted down to continue his performance of awaiting a friend who wasn't coming.

[darcyxpalmer]

status: closed with @akhilaasthana where: along the streets of the bungalows

Maybe if she just gotten home, these hornets would leave her alone - at least that was Darcy's thought process. If she could just hide away, they'd leave her be.

She managed to sneak away from them for now and if she was just quiet enough, she could make it.

She was really close, when she turned the corner and basically ran right into Akhila. "Shit, shit, sorry, are you-- are you okay? No hornets chasing you?" she asked, looking around immediately, but they were in the clear, at least for now.

[arcane-appetence]

@grumpyascianteddybear

It was always a good day when he was several steps ahead of the Mortales Coven. For centuries, his father's family, the Howard Coven had been locked in a bitter battle with the Mortales Coven. Warlocks pitted against Warlocks, witches stripped of their magic by other witches. It never seemed to end, and like his father before him, Liam had been drawn into the fray when the bastards decided to go after his own twin sister and their younger cousins.

His girls were perfectly capable of handling themselves of course - Liam was all for Women Empowerment - but there was an innate urge to protect that no matter how tainted or bloody his soul got, he would always step in with a helpful hand. Or shadows.

Word had reached his ears that the Mortales were now trying to recruit others to their cause and well, he certainly couldn't have that. Being a thorn in their side was always a joy and if he could thwart Zeidan Mortales' plans in anyway, then it was a good day. This particular target of theirs, according to his reports, was a young woman who had a particular brand of magic. Now, while curiosity may have killed the cat, it certainly had a hard time with him. Liam knew how to blend in with the darkness, which made it easier for him to track the woman down. He would investigate for a while, keep out of sight and if it was determined that she was indeed being targeted by the Mortales' then he would step in.

When he found her, he certainly wasn't expect to find her holed up in some abandoned warehouse on the wrong side of town. 'They trying to recruit fuckin kids now?' he grumbled as he kept himself in the shadows, silently watching and observing. Everything appeared to be fine... up until he heard the unmistakable sound of Zeidan's hellhounds closing in on the girl.

[brokendreamscreation-moved]

@the-devil-less-known liked for a starter!)

What were the chances of Lucid running into the literal Devil? The man his Father had created in his predecessors image, to fill the empty seat the fallen angel left when cast out from Heaven. The seraphim was meandering the streets of Hell adorned in his sinner disguise, curious of this forbidden world that angels were not allowed to visit.

He couldn’t help but stare at the King, as if this really could not be real. While others around them seemed too preoccupied with their own business, the seraphim stood out like a sore thumb even in his illusion to look like a sinner. His spade tail swished side-to-side like an alert cat. Dare he approach? Or just observe?

[ascnsionismx]

@thegraveyardshifts

After Mathias' chat with Fior, he realized that he needed more eyes on the Lightless. There were things going on that Mathias was not aware of, and he wanted to get some insight on them. It made him hypocrite in some ways, but clearly he was getting the wool pulled over his eyes.

Normally, he'd send out some pawn to get secrets and ultimately get killed in the process, but then Mathias would bring them back to pick at their brain and memory. He didn't want that this time around. There wasn't a need for unnecessary deaths. Thankfully, there was someone among the Deathrunners that technically went into Lightless territory.

Maddox was an interesting one. He had been told about his uses and multiple reanimations. Like a sleeper agent, like an attack dog. Someone like that was very useful in a world like this. He called upon Maddox, smiling as he saw the other come into the HQ.

"Hello Maddox, thanks for coming. Before we get started, how are you doing?"

[beautyawoken]

@timedandtaled (rüya/sandman) location: stefan's castle

the  palace  was  incredibly  vast;  long,  seemingly  endless  corridors  leading  to  different  kingdoms  -  it  seemed.  ever  since  waking  from  seemingly  endless  slumber,  he'd  taken  the  time  to  explore.  each  &  every  corner  of  the  castle  was  meant  to  be  checked  out  &  observed.  unfortunately,  most  of  them  were  empty  -  or  filled  with  the  most  basic  furniture,  which  he  assumed  meant  it  was  guest  rooms.  or  something  like  that.  some  days  he  liked  hiding  in  them  just  so  he  could  get  away  from  it  all  for  a  few  hours.  sometimes  he  napped,  sometimes  he  read  or  practiced  sewing.

he'd  gone  for  a  short  nap  today  towards  the  late  afternoon  of  the  third..?  or  so  day  of  the  celebrations  at  the  castle.  they  all  stayed  up  quite  late  the  night  prior.  he  felt  much  better  when  he  woke  &  a  long  stretch  &  small  yawn  later,  he  was  on  his  way  out  -  pushing  through  the  door,  only  to  find  someone  ...  "oh!"  right  there.  he  almost  bumped  into  a  broad  chest  &  stumbled  backwards  with  a  little  flush  tinting  his  cheeks.  "sorry,  i  didn't  think  anybody  would  be  here.  are  you  lost?"

[berthindeath]

@bloodedhearts liked for a starter

" You wanted to talk? " Her head leads through the door of Neve's office, her hand wrapping around the door's edge. There's a tentativeness to her movements as she slowly starts to slide through the unnecessarily narrow crack she's made for herself.

Once she was fully in the room, her gaze flits to each of the wisps that still occupy her space, watching as they glimmer and blink in greeting of her, listening to the sweet chirps. But she tears her eyes away to land on the other woman in front of her. " I'm all yours. "