#(also would love to remember to leave a detailed comment as to why sometime)

[myriadebleue]

I LOVE YOUR VARIGO ANIMATION!!! IS IT FOR THE VTT DIALOGUE I THINK IT IS??

Thank you! ^^

And, I mean, I would love to say it is but I am basically incapable of lying (among us was a hard time) so uuuuuuh.... I did not create it with that dialogue in mind djgbjdbgdjgb

It's just a really cliché (read: in a good way) type of exchange that I love, and I just see the second meeting between Varian and Hugo having to include it in some way.

But you can totally choose to still interpret the gif as that scene (it's just not that accurate ^^")

... I did read that chapter of the fic again to check and *sigh* yep. Maybe I subconsciously was inspired by it? Anyways I suppose I will have to scrap that concept too dshbfjdfbdfhgb

this fic really is the bane of my existence /j

[chronurgy]

i loveeeeeeeee your hc about gortash in all your tags!!! can you share your favorite hc about durge/gortash shenanigans in the city?

Yeah absolutely! Shenanigans hmmm....

Some of these will be a little more specific to my durge (Vesper, half-drow wizard) than others

During the Hall of Wonders heist, gortash specifically left some guards out of his reconnaissance to test how Durge handled themselves under pressure. He wanted to know if this was someone he would work with or someone too crazy to manage.

Gortash and Durge did a heist in the House of Hope as a trial run for their heist of the Crown - this is when they stole Raphael's shoes (the helldusk armor boots that Gortash keeps in the chest at the foot of his bed). Gortash didn't tell them about his history there or with Raphael before they went in. I think after seeing him there Durge did put at least pieces of it together and really left lots of burn marks and blood and guts spread around in their wake to get back at Raphael. They also broke at least one priceless and irreplaceable vase on "accident" while they were there. Their ire towards Raphael from this realization actually manages to carry over even when they can't remember why and it's partly why they're so determined to kill Raphael and so insistent that they won't work with him.

Gortash takes Durge to fancy parties, for a number of reasons - as a bodyguard, to bring them close to a murder target, to introduce them to the kind of high society stuff they'll be involved with as his co-ruler. But also because he loves to show them off, his darling assassin, loves the vicious little comments they make about the other attendees. He starts finding excuses to bring them to any party he can because he only ever enjoys these parties when they're with him, when he has someone just as brilliant as he is at his side. Durge usually has to attend in disguise but sometimes just dressing up fancy enough not to look like a sewer rat is enough to fool people.

Gortash is the kinda guy who will work himself to exhaustion and then fall asleep at his desk. The first time Durge found him like that, completely dead to the world on top of his diagrams and sketches, they thought about killing him. They imagined every detail, knew exactly how it would go. It would have been so easy, because he's so defenseless like this. They see his eyes moving under their lids, see his hands flex, and little expressions pass over his face - they know he's dreaming. They wonder what he's dreaming about (is it them?). And they don't kill him. They just watch him sleep, fascinated by the differences between the waking man they know and this unguarded sleeping one. They leave before he wakes up. I think they do this a couple of times before he finally catches them (maybe because they try to stroke his hair or something in a fit of softness). At first he's like, "oh my apologies, please don't hesitate to wake me should this happen again" before he puts together the look on Durge's face and realizes they've been watching him sleep and tried to like, touch his hair. He considers this a success because they could've killed him a whole bunch of times and didn't and they seem to be developing some sort of feelings towards him. He resolutely does not acknowledge the existence of any things he could possibly be feeling about this. Not at all.

Gortash keeps a large fancy estate in the city, Durge has a guest room there - it starts out as just an extra room but as they spend more time there Gortash starts to customize it more to their liking. He also moves their room to be next to his once he realizes that they're staying over more often, blaming a maid for knocking over a candle and causing fire damage in their old room when they ask why it was moved.

I think one night they have to have at least one really stupid caper they pulled off while extremely drunk that neither of them will talk about - as an example, they got super drunk, decided that since they were so good at heists they should do more of them, broke into some patriars estate, and stole a ton of fancy liquor. They also stole the bust of some guy from the entryway and staggered up the stairs to escape out the window of the daughter of the house's dressing room. Anyway, they woke up the next morning on the floor of Gortash's bedroom, extremely hungover and both of them (and the bust they stole) were wearing fancy little fascinator hats they can't remember but must have stolen out of the dressing room. They try to laugh at each other but gortash just ends up violently throwing up in a trash bin while durge lies on the floor with their eyes squeezed shut because the room won't stop spinning. They refuse to speak of this and will adamantly deny it ever happened if asked. Durge absolutely killed sceleritas while trying to force him into a stupid hat. The exact series of events might need some workshopping, but the core idea is some extremely stupid adventure the two of them had together that neither would ever admit to but is also a cherished memory for both of them.

Gortash's gauntlets (before he had the netherstone) used a series of capacitors and a setup akin to a self winding watch to generate an electric charge that he could attack people with. He designed them himself.

Vesper finds these gauntlets fascinating. When they first meet in person, he shows them off and discusses their construction and it's the first thing about him that they find impressive and intriguing.

As a gift, Gortash gave Vesper a set of sharpened rings designed after his gauntlets.

Vesper actually helped Gortash with some of the designs for the steel watch, looking at the plans and making suggestions - they were especially helpful when it came to the magical portions of the construct.

I think the closest the Urge ever comes to forcing Vesper to kill Gortash isn't when they first meet or during sex. It's one day when they're waiting for some spy's report, so they're sitting around in his room. He's tinkering with something at his workbench, and they're sitting at a desk working on a spell. They realize they need certain special inks for the transcription and look up to see them in the desk's little shelving unit and then they look closer and realize the desk is stocked with all the things a wizard needs - inks, chalks, paper, magical components. And this is the desk they always sit at when they're here and need to do some work. And Gortash has stocked it as a wizard's desk. He's made it their desk. And he's working at his workbench and they're working at their desk together in companionable silence. It's domestic, almost. And that's when the urge hits, with just absolutely crushing intensity, and they turn on gortash. Jokes on them, he's into that shit. After some back and forth between them (the level of explicitness is up to you! Or me, if I can get my act together and write this!), Vesper more or less jumps out the window and spends the next couple of days cutting a bloody swathe through baldur’s gate. When they finally return to him, gortash just asks them if they enjoyed their little vacation. After that, even when recreating much the same scene, the urge never comes on as strongly again (they don't know it at the time but this is the first time they've managed to throw off Bhaal's yoke when he really wanted them to kill someone. He never pushed that hard again with gortash because he's afraid of the consequences, though he still does push them to kill him a little bit).

Gortash gave durge a number of gifts over their acquaintance, both practical and fantastic: jewelry, enchanted items, clothes, shoes, books, any and everything you can imagine. He loves seeing them using his gifts, carrying or wearing something he gave them, because it helps mark them as his. He spends absolutely lavishly on them, buying them beautiful and fancy clothes for them to wear when they're in his house or out with him in public. He also buys them more practical gifts, well-fitting boots, weapons, armor, all of it enchanted and worth a small fortune.

On some of his gifts to Durge, he encodes messages for them in their cypher. They say things like "For my dearest assassin" and "To the sorrow of all" on a weapon and "pari pasu" (Latin for with equal step) and "I've always liked to play with fire", plus any number of other things.

Gortash has a thing for Durge wearing his clothes. One cold morning durge throws on his black coat when they get out of bed to check something and seeing them wearing nothing but his coat is such a thing for him that he ditches all their plans for the day to spend the day in bed with them.

Gortash has a number of affairs, to help his star rise in the upper city. He may use them to make durge jealous, but they are ultimately people to be used and discarded. He doesn't care what they do, because they're tools. Durge is his. His partner. And that's why he doesn't share.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

omggg!! i like never request anything but you responded to my last one ab tan and it made my dayyyyyy 😭💗. btw, that's literally my bf i'm never getting tired of him so here's another one if you have a chance

hear me out *again*…perhaps tangerine is stressed out about some stuff that’s causing him to be distant. reader noticed this and obviously she comforts him!! maybe a little lemon cameo too!! this isn’t super detailed but i hope you get it🥰.

your writing is keeping me alive stink🤭🫡!

- 🧬

hii!! ahhh that’s literally so sweet!? me too, will never get tired of him. I love it, such a cute idea! stop it🥹 thank you! your lovely comments do the same for me. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 and sorry this took longer than planned, been ill last couple days

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tangerine x fem reader

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Tangerine is naturally a very closed-off guy. He isn't exactly the type that can talk about his feelings and share what's on his mind or what's bothering him. He often felt like a burden for sharing his thoughts and doubts, so he preferred to keep them to himself, usually by distancing himself.

He hated the vulnerability of it all, how intimate it felt to share his genuine feelings and concerns. But ever since he started dating you, he's been trying to correct his way of thinking. He wanted to change for you, be a better man for you, but he also wanted to change for himself. He knew you'd never judge him for his thoughts, though he couldn't help but resort to his old habits of projection and isolation. He wanted to be honest with you, but it was much harder than he thought.

Sometimes you knew him better than he knew himself, so when you noticed him avert from your company and distance himself, you knew something was bothering him. You had to be careful when approaching the topic, as you didn't want to pressurise or distress him any further. You thought softly easing him in would lead to the best outcome, so you make your way to the kitchen and make him a tea to his exact taste in his favourite mug, then collect a pack of biscuits from your secret stash.

You slowly walk into the living room with tea and biscuits in hand, where you see him lying on the sofa, staring aimlessly at the tv.

"Hey," you say quietly, not wanting to startle him. "Thought you might want this," you smile, extending the mug towards him.

He takes it from you with a soft nod, sitting up, a wry smile lining his lips. "Cheers," 

"What you uh— what you watching?" you ask. 

"I dunno," he lightly chuckles, searching for the controller. "rugby, I don't know— can't remember," 

"Mind if I join?" you sweetly ask, nodding to the space beside him. 

"Go on," he softly grins.

You sit next to him, subtly scooting over, cuddling into his side as you drape a blanket over both of you. You look up at him, your features soft and understanding as you cup his cheek, angling his face to yours, bringing him back to you when you notice him divert from your gaze.

"Everything okay?" you ask, entangling your hand in his.

"Yeah," he nods, his words unconvincing.

"What's going on? You don't seem like yourself," you sweetly press, your thumb stroking over the back of his hand. "You can tell me,"

"I know," he softly sighs, glancing at the tv, trying to avoid your questioning. "Just—“ he starts, shaking his head. "We got updates for our mission in a couple weeks, and it's stressing me out. It's-- it ain't a good country, that's all. And it just—" he pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head as if to get rid of an uneasy thought. "I don't want something happening, you know," he exhales, kissing the crown of your head. "I don't want to leave you alone... if something happens," he frowns, hugging you tighter as if the action was to reassure him. 

"Aw honey," you whisper, squeezing his hand. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? That couldn't have been an easy thing to keep to yourself," you softly smile, your eyebrows knitting together as you analyse him. You didn't want to lie or tell him what you thought he wanted to hear, so you didn't say anything else. You choose to snuggle into him, holding him close as if to comfort his thoughts. "Okay, here's an idea," you start, watching his eyes soften with intrigue. "We order a fuck tonne of food; pizza, pasta, noodles, kebab— whatever you want. And we invite Lem over, and we can just pig out on the sofa and— and watch shitty tv and drink beer? That sound good?" you smile. 

A genuine grin creeps on his lips as he looks down at you on his chest. "I like it. Sounds good," he kisses your forehead, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Only if we can get curry. I've been fucking dying for one," chuckling.

Even though it was such a simple thing to say, you could tell he was starting to feel better about the situation. 

"We can order as much curry as you want," you smile and reach up to kiss his cheek. "Anything you want."

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[chronicbeans]

Hihi I really like your really detailed headcanons about Skin-Taker and how he views people with skin conditions and I also like the guests from a foreign country, I was wondering what would he feel about certain traditions / holidays around the world about death like All Souls day , day of the dead , etc . Think of this as a prompt type of thing.

Oh, I definitely have ideas for this! While my version of Candle Cove changes the names of holidays and, sometimes, changes some aspects about it, some people remember episodes that included episodes about The Day of the Dead and All Souls Day happening in the second half of the show due to it personalizing itself to them.

The Skintaker, especially, had interesting reactions to the guests that showed up with these traditions. This was most likely because of the fact that, while Candle Cove is filled with despair and references to death and mourning, there isn't necessarily a holiday celebrated there about it.

TW: Skintaker Misunderstanding Traditions, Mentions of Skinning (it's the Skintaker we're talking about)

☠️ The Skintaker, at first, was genuinely angry at the guest who was celebrating The Day of the Dead. Due to the "Candle Cove Halloween Stand In" being all about celebrating and appeasing the Skintaker by dressing and trick or treating as a skeleton, and The Day of the Dead falling near that holiday, he assumed the face paint he wore was to make fun of him. You don't just go around wearing it all the time! You don't cover the skull in designs! So, when Horace told him about this guest, The Skintaker had him kidnap this guest so they could talk. In an ironic twist, the guest was able to leave a path of flower petals as Horace took him to the Skintaker, leaving a path for Percy and Janice to follow, much like how some leave paths of petals for the spirits of their loved ones to follow while visiting earth.

☠️ Nobody knows exactly what happened between the time of him getting kidnapped and Percy and Janice showing up, but by the time they arrived The Skintaker was getting calavera makeup done by the guest. It seems like he was able to tell him what it was actually about, and teach some traditions to him while he was waiting for Percy and Janice to show up, so he was safe most of the time he was waiting.

☠️ The Skintaker seems to love the holiday, now, even if he's not the most enthusiastic while celebrating it. He claims to not have any dead family or friends to mourn, because he doesn't have either, but he does not mind the idea of those celebrating it. This comment caused Horace to cry out "What about ME?! I'm your friend, yeah?!" Only for The Skintaker to reply that he's a sidekick, not a friend, and that he shouldn't confuse the two.

☠️ As for All Souls Day, much like the episode with the Polish woman going to a festival, the episode completely cuts out two of the main cast. However, instead of cutting out the Skintaker and Horace, it cut out Percy and Janice by having it occur after Janice and Percy drop the guest off on land. People describe the guest as being a woman with a slight Hungarian accent, which seemed to imply it was basing it off or the creator's research into Hungarian traditions, specifically.

☠️ The Skintaker shows up after she leaves some food and flowers around one of the tombstones. He recognizes the flowers being there for mourning, but he doesn't understand why the food is there, causing him to pick it up to try to return it to the lady ("Like the gentleman I am", according to him), thinking she just forgot it there. However, this results in a classic "cartoon misunderstanding", where the lady confuses him with the spirit of her husband visiting earth on All Souls Day because he has the food she made for her husband. Despite the Skintaker trying to explain that he isn't her husband's spirit, and he simply thought she forgot the food there and now intends to return it to the grave due to knowing why it's there, she doesn't buy it. Instead, she believes he must be self-conscious due to appearing as a skeleton on earth, and doesn't want her to know he's her husband because of it. The Skintaker, at this point, decides to play along and return the food to the grave later.

☠️ He gets dragged around to all "their" favorite sightseeing spots in Candle Cove, before she brings them to "his brother's" house to show him all the pictures she still has of her husband. He quickly panics, realizing that the man is somebody he had skinned, and that his grave and his brother's home is probably located in Candle Cove instead of Hungary because he lived there instead of Hungary. Having a "I must get out of here" moment, he tells her that he has to go back to the spirit world, before scurrying off back to the grave in order to return the food.

☠️ It then goes to a scene of him in his lair, talking to Horace about the lady and all the things he went through that day. He expresses an uneasy feeling, now that he knows the life that man lived before he got to him. Then, in a shocking moment, he takes the patch of the man's skin off of his cloak, before going to his grave to "give it back" by leaving it there. He states that "If you can give food and flowers on this day by leaving things there, Horace, you should be able to give back their skin through the same means."

[joyouslee]

MLC fic ramble - 《只今》 by

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ok, since lofter has locked down all posts to people with accounts, I can't do full recs for anything on lofter anymore (i.e., I can't re-read so I can't give specific warnings), so instead I'm just going to ramble about the fics I love and if you are able to access lofter read at your own risk since this is just rambling based on my memory. Keep in mind my general warnings.

The author's summary of the fic is: a fic about what's more painful, losing the person you love or losing their love.

FDB goes back in time and becomes the young master of Wanshengdao in order to save LLH.

Here's the link to the first chapter, but now it just redirects to the login unless you have an account. (*weeps*) Go read if you can!

My spoilery ramblings under the read more:

This fic is AGONIZING. Oh the angst in this! The premise is all knives and the execution was sharp. In the original timeline LLH and FDB were lovers then LLH gives up the Wangchuan flower and leaves as in the drama. LLH dies and FDB buried him. FDB dies (later it's revealed how and it's heartbreaking) and wakes up back at Wanshengdao and this time he knows that LLH isn't going to eat the Wangchuan flower. SO he tells SGD he'll help him in exchange for the flower, and he ends up giving SGD the mother bug, and LLH is aware of the betrayal. He ends up imprisoning LLH so that he can cure him, but Qin Po dies in the process.

LLH escapes. (I can't remember the exact details but it was something like FDB marries LLH - I think SGD intends for it to be a humiliation for LLH - and lets him escape during the ceremony preparations.)

By the time LLH leads a rebellion back it's a couple of years later. He finds FDB blind and imprisoned in the Ji Le tower, dying from having the mother bug implanted in him.

The rest of the story deals with LLH's anger at FDB for what he did in order to save him (and from LLH's pov he doesn't understand why FDB would go to such extremes, since he doesn't know FDB has already experienced his death and knows he won't eat the flower), and LLH's gradual uncovering of the things that FDB did in order to try to save as many people as possible from SGD.

It also deals with FDB's guilt - his decision lead to Qin Po's death, and he also ends up killing government officials (I forget the details but it was later revealed to have been set up by SGD) as part of SGD's coup. So after his rescue he's tormented by his guilt and is very submissive to LLH. FDB thinks LLH hates him and thinks he deserves the hate (from LLH and from all the people he knows - people are calling for his head because he's SGD's son). LLH's angry about FDB's abasement and the way he's subsumed by his guilt and atonement, and is very conflicted because he loves him but also hates what he did.

Finally it deals with the inequality of their position and how that affects their relationship (e.g., FDB's reliance on LLH for his life/ protection, his inability to draw any boundaries because he feels he deserves punishment as well as because he thinks his own judgment is bad).

I love this because it's ultimately about atonement and forgiveness, and about how to live again after something so devastating. The amount of guilt FDB carries and how he works to atone for it - he is a good person who made an awful mistake, and he is trying so hard to make up for it. I loved seeing him slowly understand that sometimes there's no way to pay it back to the person hurt so he can only live and pay back the universe.

There's also a bit of political plotting and FDB gets to break XZJ's sword (yay!). This is huafang but DFS has a strong role as friend to both of them (and has comments about the dogfood he suffers through). So it's not just all angst.

A few warnings for the things I remember: there's an attempted rape (not explicit/ not between huafang), and power dynamics issues because of the imprisoning (both of LLH in the beginning and later FDB) and my recollection was that they were having sex through those time periods so no one was at his best. There also is some issues about dressing up as the wife in the weddings (i.e., SGD intended to humiliate LLH by it, and then later FDB reluctantly wears a woman's outfit when he marries LLH). Again, read at your own risk since this is just the stuff I remember.

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[acaciapines]

hey! for the fic ask game: 3, 5 (for the wolf 359 daemon au), 8, 38 and 42?

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

somebody being a least a little bit nonhuman <3 but more broadly i really like writing about human/animal dynamics, both in the nonhuman sense obviously, but also even in my daemon aus--what do humans say about animals? how much is true and how much is just something humans have put onto the animal, rather than what the animal is?

i also think i write a lot about grief, and the ways grief and trauma both can manifest in ways seen as 'unpalatable.' how youre supposed to survive these sorts of things, and how a lot of times the answer is that maybe things dont get better, but they do get different. ie i have a lot of bittersweet endings and i dont think that'll ever change.

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

oooh ive always hoped somebody would ask what the hell doug-nix and miranda-alphaeus would get up to after the epilogues, 'cause this never got in there (i dont think at least), but i've always had it in mind that they move out eventually! get a place of their own, which would leave minkowski, hera, jacobi, and sometimes lovelace whenever she stops by living together.

i just feel like. miranda and doug are outsiders to that crew, yeah? neither of them remember the people they once were, so. might as well try making something new and better together.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

this one is particularly topical 'cause a song is actually the inspiration for the current fic i'm writing! grand canyon by the wind and the wave. literally such a frisk and chara song, ALSO a really good roadtrip song, so ive meshed those together and now im working on a post-pacifist chara&frisk centric roadtrip fic! coming out....idk. may probably.

i also think twelve feet deep by the front bottoms could make a real fun onesided dessriel fic. something about 'i get left out of every plan they make / that is what i have to do / to be the only kid from highschool who is still in love with you' REALLY gets to me.

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

i think the one that surprised me the most was garden of earthly delights, which was my madoka magica daemon au. seeing as its been Forever since anything madoka has come out (plus daemon aus are Not popular anymore lol), i didnt know there was still an active fandom there, but there WAS, and all my commenters were amazing and lovely and it was so fun seeing everyone trying to uncover the mystery in real time!!! if i had to guess WHY it got popular, i think i'd guess it was the aspect of mystery...something to keep people coming back and commenting!

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

the comments that always stick with me the most are the people who come to tell me that it was my fics (usually either i know im not well or alterhuman) that either helped them feel SEEN as otherkin/therian, or helped them discover that this was a thing they even could be. i think thats been one of the most rewarding things about sharing those stories. theres not a whole lot out there in the ao3 otherkin tag, yknow? and it makes me so happy to know i've been able to help people.

[sunnyrealist]

🌶️ Chapter 31: Entranced 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: It's the beginning of summer for Kate, and Sebastian has a full week off of work. He invited her to journey with him through the Scottish Highlands, where they will eventually explore ruins, caves, and a long abandoned castle high in the mountains, searching for magical artifacts and treasures. In the previous chapter, Sebastian took care of Kate when she got sick from portkey travel, and they were able to do a lot of chatting as they began their trek. This chapter is a continuation of Day One.

Pairing: Aged-up, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. For this particular chapter - missionary sex and discussion about being virgins when they were in school.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback. A comment, like, or Kudos would be quite motivational. 🥰

Chapter 31: Entranced

Kate’s pencil scratches over the parchment as she shades in the trees. In concentration, her eyes are narrowed, and she bites her lip. 

“What are you doing?” Sebastian’s voice whispers low in her ear.

Kate jumps, taken completely by surprise. Her pencil is thrown away, and she clutches the dragonhide sketching journal to her chest, trying to hide it. “Oh! I didn’t mean for you to see this sketch - at least not yet!” 

Sebastian chuckles. “I didn’t intend to frighten you. I just finished pitching the tent and was curious about what you were doing.” He steps around the fallen tree and then plops down to sit next to Kate. His bare torso is glistening with sweat, as he insisted upon doing the work the muggle way, the way his father did before him. “Can I see it?”

“It’s… not finished,” Kate replies quickly, blushing. 

“That’s all right. Can I see the work in progress a little more closely? Please?” he asks sweetly. 

“It might not be very good,” Kate stalls. 

Sebastian puts his arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. “My love, you have nothing to worry about. Your creativity will be beautiful in my eyes no matter what - even if it’s just a work in progress.”

Kate sighs, caving. “Alright.” She hands the book to Sebastian, looking away, completely flushed. 

With an amused smile, Sebastian gently takes the sketchbook from Kate’s hands, examining her reaction first. Then, his eyes roam over the drawing, which depicts him working shirtless to pitch the tent with the dense forest in the background. His heart beats faster as he notes the care and attention that went into sketching his likeness. 

“It’s a masterpiece. You’re a talented artist, my sweet sun. You captured everything so perfectly - the pine forest, the environment, even… me,” he complimented, grinning broadly. He turned to kiss her cheek. “I find it quite charming you wanted to include me in your drawing. And why are you being so humble? You should be proud.”

“I- I’m sorry. I’m not used to sharing any of my artwork,” Kate stammers. “I just thought that if- if I drew this, then I would always have something to help me remember our first journey together.”

“Maybe we’ll frame it,” Sebastian suggests, kissing her shoulder. “Do you draw often?”

Kate finally relaxes and smiles. “I… sometimes, but it’s just a hobby. Sketching was something I always loved when I was a child.”

“Clearly, you’ve practiced a lot,” he murmurs, still staring in awe at all of the detail in the sketch. 

She opens up more due to his praise. “Well… there was a vast forest near my parents’ manor, and I would trek into the woods and draw whatever caught my eye - flowers, animals, trees, and sometimes even my friends and family.”

Sebastian’s eyebrow raises, his interest piqued. “I would not have taken you for a child who would have liked the woods. Perhaps you could show me this forest someday?”

“I would love to take you there. Gods, it was the perfect place to play as a child. I used to run around there all day long - alone, with friends, with my sister and our cousins… There were so many animals to observe, and there was even a small creek. Sometimes Irene and I would find what we called… treasures,” Kate reminisces. 

Sebastian smiles warmly at the thought of a little innocent girl running through a forest. The idea of her finding little prizes sounds even more endearing. “What do you mean by treasures? That’s one of the most adorable things I’ve ever heard.”

Kate laughs. “Well, they’re not going to sound like treasures to you.” She pauses. “They were things like… the first flower to bloom in spring. Pretty autumn leaves. And once… Irene and I discovered a full deer skeleton. We thought we had encountered the most amazing thing in the entire world!”

“I would have been thrilled to find that as a boy, too.” Sebastian chuckles.

“I’m glad you understand. You know, my parents humored us and always made sure to feign astonishment at whatever we showed them after our little adventures. I want to do that someday for my children, too,” she muses.

“Our children,” he softly corrects, taking her hand. “We’ll make sure they get to spend plenty of time outdoors in the fresh air, exploring, learning, and making their own discoveries. They’ll appreciate and enjoy the pure and simple things in life.” His eyes light up when he looks at her.

“I… I hope so,” Kate responds quietly, her cheeks pink. “What… What about you? Did you and Anne have any adventures or do any treasure-hunting when you were young?”

“Yes, definitely. In Feldcroft, we were outside all the time practicing spells and, well, trying to stay away out of my uncle’s way.” Sebastian smiles faintly, thinking back to his childhood. “But when we lived with our parents, we would have all kinds of fun adventures. As you know, my parents were Hogwarts professors. During holidays and summers, they would bring us to school with them. They’d let us explore the castle on our own while they prepped for lessons and graded assignments. Anne and I were much more familiar with Hogwarts than most of our peers when we arrived as first-years. We didn’t live far away - just over in Aranshire. Anne and I would sneak off on nearby paths when our parents were busy studying indoors. We’d watch the trains heading to and from the Hogsmeade station. But… we also got into trouble.” He pauses, chuckling. “Just off the paths, we would hide and spy on people passing by. Sometimes we’d throw an acorn or pebble on the path to make some noise and see if they got nervous, since we made them feel like they were being followed. There was one time that we messed with the wrong person. That was pretty scary for us as kids, but we were never all that far away from home and knew the area better than most of the people we pranked. We were usually safe, despite all of the risks we took. Or, should I say, that Anne took. She was usually the one who got us into trouble.”

Kate smiles at his cheerfulness - it’s rare when he speaks of his past in high regard.

“How about you, sweetheart? What was the most daring and adventurous thing you did as a kid?” Sebastian inquired.

Kate scoffs. “I would not have called myself a daring child. But… there was one time…” She trails off, thinking back. “There is a lake within walking distance from my parents’ home. I would swim there with my friends every summer. Once, I was dared to jump into the lake from the top of a cliff.” She grins. “In truth, I was terrified, but I didn’t want to back down from a dare. My sister begged me not to do it. But I did, and it was one of the most exhilarating moments of my life! Afterwards, I did it over and over again.” 

“That’s true courage - doing something even when you’re scared,” Sebastian replies. 

Kate beams. “It’s how I learned to enjoy the sensation of flying. I don’t think I would be as adept on a broom if I had never jumped from such a height.”

Then, a cheeky smile grows across his face. “You know… I’m surprised a Hufflepuff would do such a thing.” He squeezes her waist, chuckling.

Kate swats at him playfully, narrowing her eyes. “Fucking snake.”

He leans in. “Yes. But I’m your fucking snake.” Then, he presses his mouth to hers.

She has to almost immediately turn away and end the kiss because a giggle has burst out of her belly. They laugh together for a minute, and then, Sebastian takes her hand, standing up and pulling her with him. 

“Come with me. I want to show you our home for the trip,” he says, escorting her towards the little brown tent. 

Kate breathes a sigh of relief when Sebastian holds open the flap to reveal that the tent has been enchanted to be slightly bigger on the inside. Her eyes dance around, taking it all in. There is a little wood-burning cast iron stove to keep them warm and a table with two chairs, and on the other side of the tent, there is a much smaller bed than the one she has in her cottage. It’s outfitted with two pillows and a few mismatched blankets. Candles float high above them at the center of the tent. 

Sebastian carefully watches her reaction, and when he speaks, he sounds a bit nervous. “Look, Kate… I, um… I know it isn’t much… and certainly not what someone like you deserves…”

“It’s fine, Sebastian!” she interrupts. “I wasn’t expecting anything glamorous. For Merlin’s sake, we are camping.” She gives him a peck on the cheek. “I’m just glad to see we aren’t going to sleep on the floor in separate sleeping bundles.”

A glint of mischief appears in his eye. “Of course not. We’ll always sleep together.”

Kate’s tummy rumbles. “Now, how about some dinner? We’ve both had a long day of hiking, and you have spent considerable effort setting up camp,” Kate suggests. 

Sebastian nods appreciatively. 

“I’ll handle it all, Seb. You just need to make yourself comfortable.”

“Not quite yet. I still have to put up protective wards,” Sebastian explains. “Muggles really don’t come here, nor magical folk, but… it’s just in case. Better to be safe than sorry. It’ll also keep animals away - wildcats, wolves, nifflers… nothing dangerous or annoying will disturb us tonight.” He smiles.

“Thank you, love,” Kate says, squeezing his arm. “I’ll have dinner ready as soon as you are finished.”

Sebastian smooths back his hair before he steps back into the tent. Kate’s eyes flick up to his as she sets a full plate down. She has changed out of her hiking attire into a more simple dress, like one she would normally wear at home. It’s a cornflower color that brings out the blue of her eyes.

“It’s pretty much ready,” Kate informs him. 

Sebastian nods. “Smells delicious. I’ll just throw a shirt on first.”

He returns a few moments later wearing just a simple white tunic, taking the seat next to Kate. The two of them have grown more and more accustomed to seeing each other in comfortable clothes, though Sebastian, devil he is, prefers none at all.

“I wasn’t expecting something so fancy,” he notes, his eyes growing wide as he looks at his plate. “But I’d never complain about a steak… and mashed potatoes and roasted carrots and warm rolls! Merlin, Kate - you didn’t have to do all this!”

“Only the best for my Bash,” Kate murmurs proudly, glad that she had worked tirelessly the evening before their trip (really, though - well into the night, sacrificing a considerable amount of sleep) to prepare all of the food. She giggles, watching Sebastian eagerly shovel the food into his mouth. 

“Damn,” he says with his mouth full. “This is so tasty. It’s just the way I like it.”

Kate pours red wine for them both. “Good.”

After hastily inhaling about a third of his dinner serving, Sebastian notices she hasn’t even taken a bite yet and forces himself to slow down. Since his time in Azkaban, it has been a habit for him to eat as fast as possible. In those days, he was starved and never knew when his next meal would be. If he left any food sitting for a while, it could have been taken from him by guards or stolen from fellow inmates. Rushing through a meal had been a matter of survival.

He took a sip of wine and paused, trying to regain some good manners. “Can I ask something? You had mentioned your sister earlier, and I was curious  - what was your relationship like growing up?”

Kate chews a piece of steak, thinking. “Well, it had its ups and downs. Sometimes Irene and I were best friends, and other times, mortal enemies. We knew exactly how to annoy each other.” She chuckles. “Our relationship drastically changed when I went to Hogwarts as a first-year. She is two years younger than me, so I’m sure it must have felt strange for her to be the only child when I left. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, as they say. We wrote each other letters every week, and whenever I’d come home for holidays and summer, we would spend all of our time together. We really missed each other.” She paused. “Then, when Irene came to Hogwarts, I was so hopeful she’d be sorted into Hufflepuff with me. After all, our papa had been Hufflepuff, so she could have ended up there, too! But… I should have known she’d be in Slytherin. She’s just like my mamma.” She takes a bite of her roll. “I helped her a lot in the beginning since I knew my way around the castle. I gave her plenty of advice. And, you know, in the end, it didn’t much matter that she was in a different house. We still hung out all the time. Irene was always welcome in the Hufflepuff common room - no one - not even our prefects - cared about her following me inside. Now… Slytherin was different. She had told me all about the underwater common room, and I was desperate to see it. One night, she snuck me in. Merlin, it was fascinating… Hey… I wonder if I passed by you that day in my third year, while I was using disillusionment.” She gives him a lopsided smile.

Sebastian grins back. “There’s no way I would have seen you. If I had… I would have been entranced.”

“I would have been entranced, too.” She laughs. “I would have been obsessed with the handsome older Slytherin, and all of my friends would have known it and come up with ways to thrust us together in the most mortifying of ways.” She looks far off, imagining it. “Honestly, though… I would have come up with ways to run into you, too. I would have done something like trip in front of you on purpose and drop a bunch of parchment…” She puts her hand over his. “And then I would have reached for the same piece of parchment you did to accidentally brush my hand against yours.”

He barks out a laugh. “You would have definitely gotten my attention, unless it was during my fifth year. I would have probably come up with some way to impress you - like invite you to watch one of my dueling matches, where I will mention, I was undefeated. Or maybe I would have asked for a token from you to carry or wear during a Quidditch match - and then played the best game of my life.” He chuckles again. “I would have asked you out for a butterbeer and sent you letters with romantic quotes in them.” 

Kate’s smile grows. “And I would have saved every single one and read them over and over until the parchment began to fray.” She takes a few more bites of food, fully indulging in the fantasy. “And I suppose you would have eventually asked me to be your girlfriend…”

Sebastian carries on with the idea. “Undoubtedly. I would have bought all your favorite sweets from Honeydukes as a grand gesture. And then I would make it obvious to the entire student body that we were dating. Like… embarrassingly obvious. I would have escorted you to every class, holding hands. You would have sat at the Slytherin table for meals. You wouldn’t have had to sneak into the Slytherin common room. My roommates would have gotten used to you hanging out in our dorm…” He trails off.

Kate’s face is growing a bit red from the wine. “But I’m suuuure you wouldn’t have kept me out after curfew, right?”

“Ha! Never, not me,” he replies sarcastically. “We would never have gotten caught, though. I would have met you at night at my secret hideout, the Undercroft. And… I would have done… ungentlemanly things to you there.” He smirks. 

“Oh, really now?” Kate asks, giggling. “And what’s the Undercroft? Some made-up place?”

He scoops up the last bite on his plate - some mashed potatoes. “We definitely would have been each other’s first time,” he murmurs, his eyes turning dark. “I would have… well… I would have researched all about sex. I wouldn’t have wanted to fuck it up. I would have wanted it to be special.” His hand suddenly rested on her thigh.

Kate looks into his eyes. “I would have wanted that, too, but I know from my actual first time that I would have been nervous. I wouldn’t have known what I was doing. But I would have been in love with you, just like now, and I would have done my best for my handsome, older Slytherin boyfriend.”

Sebastian leans over to her, and his hand goes to her cheek. “I know. I would have done everything to make you feel comfortable. I would have brought fluffy pillows and blankets. There would have been soft candlelight and, of course, just for you, lots of flowers. I would have started… by kissing you, like this…” His eyes flutter closed as he closes the distance and softly presses his lips to hers, slowly kissing her for what feels like minutes. When he draws back, he looks deeply into her eyes, searching. “And then I would have picked you up, like this…” He stood up, pulling her chair back and scooping her up into a bridal carry. “And I would have taken you to the bed.”

Kate’s breath hitches, and she kisses his neck and chest and anywhere else she can reach. Her heart beats faster as he sets her down.

“I would have undressed you slowly…” Sebastian whispers, pulling her dress off gently as she raises her arms. She isn’t wearing a corset underneath, only panties. His lips move from her neck to her shoulders to her chest, while his fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and slide them down her thighs until they drop to the floor. Kate pulls off his shirt, and he makes quick work of his trousers and shorts.

“And then I would have laid you down on the bed…” He places his hand behind her back, lowering her down and climbing over her. “And made sure you felt adored…” His hands explore her body eagerly, tracing over her curves down to her abdomen and around her hips. His mouth discovers her breasts, kissing them softly for a moment, then sucking on each. Her nipples pebble between his lips. 

“I would have… I would have…” Kate pants out, trying to contribute. “I would have asked you to show me… to show me how to please you…”

His hand takes hers, placing it over his hardened length, fisting it. “I would have shown you…” He moves her hand up and down, groaning. “And I… I would have wanted to move faster, but of course, I would have made sure you were prepared…” His hand makes its way between her legs, swiping between her folds. “Gods, you’re soaked…” he whispers. “My love… gods…”

Kate strokes his cock harder, faster. “I love you, Sebastian… Fuck… I love you…” 

Sebastian circles her clit, then drives two fingers easily into her cunt. As his fingers plunge in and out, he continues the story in a raspy tone. “I would have made sure you were ready… but then, when you were, I would still have been… so careful and gentle… I would be slow…”

He leans his face down to capture her lips in a languid, deep kiss. Then, he takes himself in hand, coating his cock in her slick arousal and positioning himself just right at her center. He exhales and begins to push inside of her, moaning at the sensation of her warmth enveloping him. Fully sheathed, he holds his body above hers, looking down into her eyes. He kisses her again. 

“I… oh, gods, Kate… I would have hardly been able to contain myself… but I would have kept myself under control, to make sure you enjoyed yourself… as we made love… for the first time ever…” he chokes out before beginning to move slowly.

“It… oh… it… would have been… perfect,” Kate moans. “And… eventually, you wouldn’t have had to be so… gentle if you didn’t want to…”

Sebastian begins to pick up the pace just a little. “I… would have… wanted it to… last…” He groans as Kate pushes back on him, quickly joining him in his rhythm.

Kate’s hands reach around him, holding him tight and pulling his body down flush against hers. His breathing is ragged in her ear as he thrusts deeply, over and over again, the pleasure building. His mouth finds hers again, his tongue dancing with hers as they give in to their wilder desires. He nips at her bottom lip, causing her to cry out. Her fingernails dig into his back.

“Sebastian… Sebastian…” she pants.

“I love you,” he moans. “I love you, Kate… I love you… Oh, gods, I’m gonna come…”

He grunts as he thrusts hard a few more times, then cries out her name as he explodes inside of her, hot ropes of cum spurting out deep inside of her. He surges forward twice more, emptying completely, and then he collapses entirely on her, out of breath and sweating.

Kate gazes upon him, her chest heaving, as she reaches up to brush his chestnut hair off of his glistening forehead. She kisses his cheek, lingering. When Sebastian pulls out, she whines at the loss. He settles next to her on the little bed, and she clings to him until his heart rate slows back down to a normal level. He nuzzles into her neck, then kisses her lips deeply. 

“We would have made love over and over again,” Sebastian whispered. “I would have never wanted to stop…”

Kate smiles softly at him, her eyes looking into his seductively. “And nothing would have been stopping you then… or now…”

He leans in, kissing her again, and soon, they are making love once more. And then again. And again. Until his cum drips down her thighs, until red and purple marks cover their bodies, until they simply cannot anymore, their voices raw and their bodies exhausted.

The candlelight grows softer and softer, until finally, past 1 am, the last flickers finally extinguish and only the sound of crickets and soft snoring can be heard in the vicinity.

[decimadragonoid]

Here's some more Dragonball Z fanart featuring some of my favorite characters: Guldo, Chiaotzu, and Gohan. However, this art piece isn't exactly a happy one. You probably might get the hint as to why I say this already, but I'll give you some details.

As a lifelong fan of Dragonball, I was shocked to hear that the creator of the series, Akira Toriyama, had passed away roughly over a week ago. It was like reading news articles about how Toriyama-san was about to announce some new projects and spinoff works he was working on; then, suddenly, the next day, I found out that he was gone. According to official reports, Toriyama-san's cause of death was acute subdural hematoma.  Basically, this is a form of severe head injury in which bleeding fills up the brain area and causes brain tissue to compress. I will leave a hyperlink in case anyone wants to know more about it, but anyway, back to Toriyama...

When I was much younger, I would watch Dragonball and Dragonball Z on Cartoon Network's Toonami and Miguzi segments. Sometimes I would find myself hurrying back home or to my grandma's house from school and my afterschool program to catch the latest episode. I would watch Goku's adventures religiously and see what kind of friends, rivals, and enemies he'd make along the way. I was also a big fan of the Dragonball Z video games, including DBZ: Budokai, The Legacy of Goku, Dragonball FighterZ, Super Dragonball Heroes: World Mission, and DBZ: Kakarot. I would play DBZ: Budokai 3 non-stop with my cousin whenever I went to his house to play his PS2 with him. I still wish I had my PS2 so I could relive my DBZ gaming memories, but I still have Dragonball FighterZ, Super Dragonball Heroes, and DBZ: Kakarot. Matter of fact, I want to return to Dragonball FighterZ at some point since the online modes have been overhauled with rollback netcode. I also want to go back to DBZ: Kakarot at some point to finish playing the game and DLCs!

Fast-forward several years later, I remember not too long ago that during the COVID pandemic, I would binge-watch the original Dragonball series and a portion of the Dragonball Z series while exercising on a machine in the comfort of my home. It was my favorite pastime and a great way for me to lose weight while doing so. In fact, I plan on continuing to binge-watch the original Dragonball Z series with the Kikuchi musical score real soon.

I'm still very shocked and saddened by the fact that Toriyama-san is no longer with us, but as a Dragonball fan and appreciator of his works, I will always keep his stories close to my heart. Dragonball is a series that has given me a reason to never give up on life and everything that I do. It's something that helps me get pumped to exercise, become a better person, and never stop improving myself in the long run. So, to give Toriyama-san a proper sendoff, I'm going to refrain from trying to collect the Dragon Balls to bring him back to life, salute him for all his hard work and his efforts to make my childhood the best childhood I've ever had, and keep his memories and works alive!

Thank you so much for the memories, Toriyama-san. May you rest in peace.

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Akira Toriyama:

April 5th, 1955-March 1st, 2024

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Please leave your thoughts and critique in the comment section, as it really helps me think about and improve my style! Be sure to reblog this and spread this around to your fellow Dragonball fans too!

Also, feel free to share some of your fondest memories of Akira Toriyama's works, whether it be Dragonball Z or anything else that comes to mind. I'd love to hear your fondest memories!

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Dragonball Z © Akira Toriyama

Fanart by DecimaDragonoid

[lutawolf]

TharnType ep 5

I'm concerned that I talk too much about my past in these reviews. Maybe too much all together on my blog. I’m extraordinarily fortunate; I’m a survivor, not a victim. I’ve only mentioned my past because, like others, I have a complex backstory, which shapes my fears, my interests and my opinions. Furthermore, I never forget that inner complexity when I’m writing. Maybe if I were actually known versus anonymous, I would be less detailed and direct. More like MAME who hides her story beneath layers.

We start the series off with them buying bedsheets. It's one of my favorite scenes because it shows the huge development of Type. It's light and fun, but while Type walks away, he doesn't get angry. He's uncomfortable, but he's not truly angry. Book excerpt: But the person who is shyer than the shopping guide is Type.

I am not one for expensive gifts, but this is a different culture and there is a lot more meaning behind it. See, in America it is about bragging rights. Here it says, I value you and I have the resources to care for you.

Lots of things to point out in this next scene. Even though Type is uncomfortable and done eating, he doesn't leave Tharn. He stays, and he even starts to ask questions about Tharn. Type shows Tharn in so many little ways that he does care. When Tharn looks up, Type says never mind because he doesn't want to see Tharn upset. When Tharn reaches over to touch Type, Type lets him. He doesn't yank away. He tells him to let go, but remember, victims and survivors are very uncomfortable with surprise touch. Book excerpt: “Let go of me!” Type yelled, Tharn let go of his hand and Type immediately grabbed his hands, then asked. See, in the book, Type actually grabs Tharn's hand. This tells us that it wasn't a gay thing, it was a touch thing.

The communication is getting so much better. Tharn tells him, "if you remove the sex part, aren't I just a friend." "I hate when you call me wifey." Tharn immediately understand that Type just isn't able to, yes we are friends. He understands that this is Type's way of saying, yes okay, but don't call me this. Tharn understand Type. Book excerpt: Type's fear made Tharn worried. At this time, Tharn can see clearly, Type was afraid to love him.

Type invites Tharn to eat with him in the Cafeteria, and you see the excitement in Tharn. This is a huge step. It says, Type really does see him as a friend. Book excerpt: Since they went to buy sheets that day, Type's attitude has been much softer, but he didn't expect him to be softer enough to ask him to have breakfast together. Now Type's book excerpt: It wasn't until finally, after eliminating some subjective prejudices, that he finally felt that it was true he really hurt Tharn's hearts in many things. Well, although he hates gay from the bottom of his heart, if he lies, he will go to hell! He swore that he always regarded Tharn as a friend. Sometimes he said words that were serious and hurt others because it reminds him of the shadow of the shadow of his past. But then, Ai’Tharn didn't hurt his heart... But also helped him many times. The only idea left at this point is that… He suddenly didn't want to hear Ai’Tharn say he was hurt. This is a victim finally pushing past their all consuming hate. Finding a reason to let it go, and this is when the victim grows into a survivor.

The breakfast scene is everything to me. When I say that, this show means the world to me. This is why. When I say I relate to Type, this is why. For me, this is special because it's such an accurate portrayal. It's actually hurtful to hear some of the comments about Type, never mind that there might be truth. But those comments are directed at me, even if I wasn't the intended target. Because Type is us when we go into our cocoon with our hate and fester, but he is also us when we turn into a Butterfly.

The bar date. Everything going well, lots of communication. Then one of the bar owners comes. Notice that Type this time doesn't get upset. He's nervous with her, but there is no anger. Well, not till Tharn comes back and we see a tiny bit of jealousy.

Then the kiss, which is visually stunning. The chemistry is felt through the screen. Book excerpt: When his soft lips were covered, Type sat there at a loss. It's just a kiss. It won't cause any harm. But the soft touch made his heart beat very hard. Second kiss For this kiss, Type's heart was still guilty. It's all alcohol fault, which made him sit still like this. He used to be very confident that he will just restrain things at sleeping together and had the chance to be an ordinary friend. Now, he has to ask himself again… He and Tharn, are they really just friends?

It's too much too fast for Type. It took him this long to get here, but for Tharn he feels rejected.

I really do like Type and Techno's friendship. It is a true friendship. When Techno says, but I really want you to play. Type looks at him to decide if he is serious and, seeing that he is, relents. Even though Techno puts in humor about being the captain. There is no doubt now that Type will stay on the team. Type is a lot of things, but he is a loyal friend. You especially see this in Techno's story.

Tharn is purposely giving Type the silent treatment, just to see if he cares at all. Which is causing Type to lose his shit because he cares. Type does everything he can think, but Tharn is holding cold because he needs to know there really is hope. Which Type gives when he kisses him. Then Tharn lets slip what he was doing. Which upsets Type, but then he listens to Tharn and understand that he was really upset. Type has wrestled a lot of demons, but he isn't there yet. I know that's difficult for a lot of people. But thinking of it like this. Type had an infected wound. It took a long time to fester to infection and though he got medication and bandage now, it's still going to take a little longer to reach the point of healing.

Emotional damage can be every bit as damaging as physical and as a human race, we need to start respecting that. Not pushing people to heal when they have a deep ass wound. Some emotional hurts equal to a paper cut, but not the traumatic kind. And it will take more than a magic dick to work his way through it. Excerpt: He admits that he likes sleeping with Tharn, asking him to go shopping or eat with him, which he doesn't think is strange, but there is always a voice in his mind to remind him that he is a boy.

Type suddenly felt satisfied. He could not help turning his head to look at those affectionate and focused brown eyes, but he shut his eyes and turned his head quickly and when he opened his eyes, he felt that he was about to be seen through, and he was a little scared.

The kiss on the foot. It's not less romantic. Maybe even more so because it says, would a casual lover do this?

Once again, Techno is the neutralizer, speaking out the truth. Type says he still hates gays, but he doesn't hate Tharn. We see Tharn smile. Because Tharn see's the butterfly that's trying to break free from the cocoon to fly. And honestly, that's everything. Tharn seeing past all the defenses. Seeing the devoted friend and caring person beneath.

And so Type begins to wonder if he can escape his attraction to Tharn. I know this makes Type look like a jerk, and he is, but let me try to explain. Sometimes when you start a relationship it's nonstop triggers, and Type has been constantly triggers for a period of time now. So much fight or flight and very little normalcy. Even though he cares for Tharn and he appreciates him. Is it really surprising that a part of him wants to run from the triggers?

That's it for this episode. Hope you guys are still enjoying it. 💜💜💜 This post is dedicated to @rinkitsune and @pose4photoml

[uponawhitehorse13]

Lambda-11 SFW alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She's a bit stiff but she'd show affection by learning about your interests.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Very helpful, always offering solutions to your problems.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Really enjoys cuddles but doesn't really know how to cuddle back.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She'd be great at organizing things in the home or managing your budget. Her cooking is incredibly bland though. You can teach her to cook however she will always perfectly replicate what you taught her including the mistakes leading to you needing to teach her all over again.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She'd be very formal about it and harbor no resentment.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

She doesn't really get it. Needs a lot of different people to explain how meaningful it is.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

She's very blunt with her comments but she means no harm.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs but also doesn't really know how to hug back. Squeeze her hard she loves it.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

She'd say it rarely, at very quiet conntemplative moments.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Don't think she can get jealous. Doesn't pick up on flirting unless someone is very direct and even then she'd just bluntly clear up the situation.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

She gives simple, short and chaste kisses. Except that one time when she stumbled upon some questionable literature and ended up licking your face and drooling all over you leaving you very confused.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

She'd be kinda boring to children but she'd always have an answer to any question no matter how dumb or ankward.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She usually wakes up earlier and watches you while you're sleeping. It calms her for some reason.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

She likes to cuddle and watch nature documentaries before going to bed or sometimes she reads to you. However she doesn't like space documentaries. They make her feel gloomy.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

She wouldn't bring up anything by herself but if you asked her anything she'd answer with complete honesty.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Don't think she can get angry? And even if she could she could never be mad at you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Great memory, remembers every detail you ever share about yourself.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Strangely enough it was your first hug. She didn't know why but it mad eher feel something she never felt before and it pushed her to get closer to you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Seemingly not that bad but when even something as small as a wasp approaches you she's in combat mode.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She'd never know what to do so she'd go to Noel and her friends, Kokonoe and Tager or even Nu for advice. Sometimes it turns out great and sometimes the results are " confused"

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Often hyperfocuses and forgets about her and your needs. You need to remind her to take a rest, have a snack or drink etc.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Doesn't really care much but will let you pick her outfit if you want to match.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She doesn't know it but if you were gone she'd be left with a massive hole inside her.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

She has a little bug terrarium she takes care of.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She doesn't like when you give her conflicting information it confuses her.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

When she's sleeping alone she has a plushie and a weighted blanket so she feels like she's with you.

[leclerced]

Okay, I know im gonna get hated on massively but I need to speak my truth

I greatly dislike Daniel Ricciardo. Like idk he just makes insensible comments and jokes that just rub me the wrong way. And like I dont want to be rude but why is he even in the sport still?

Genuinely. Hes past his prime, he’s on a ‘B’ team, he even said himself that he was most likely not going to win a championship with Max/RBR’s dominance. And like? Idk because the same argument can be said about so many drivers but like, they’re taking away valuable opportunities for younger drivers on the F2/F3 grid to move up.

I don’t see anyone on the grid this year actually leaving anytime soon (maybe Sargeant if he can’t perform and MAYBE Fernando if he gets into another one of his retirement moods) but like? Idk

I’m not saying he’s a bad driver, hes obviously fan-fucking-tastic to be a F1 driver, but he just is not performing in the way he has in the past, and I am a very strong supporter of F2 drivers moving up and achieving their dreams (or at least being able to attempt to). I feel like he’s doing a detriment to his own mental health by being stuck in a situation where he cannot progress and get the results that he wants (because he’s in a fucking AT/Racing Bulls/Cashapp?? Seat)

Ik the Danny girls are gonna hate me but i’m a realist and I can/will totally make this argument for multiple other drivers on the grid😭

-🥰

honestly i saw danny when i got into f1 and latched onto him bc he is pretty and that still stands. i just love him. i haven't seen him say anything stupid really, not that i can remember, so i can't comment on that. i will be deeply heartbroken when he leaves the sport and i worry ab the state of this blog if it happens.

i think it makes sense for him to be on the second redbull team tbh, at least for the car developmentally. he's a seasoned racer who knows a lot about the sport and can easily give them his input on the car and what can improve it, whereas a newer driver doesn't have as much experience to draw from and they probably can't give the team as much information, or as detailed information. if they're struggling and need to bring in a seasoned racer to the b team to bring it up to par, i can understand that. it also makes sense if their plan is to get daniel in the redbull seat sometime this season or next, which it may or may not be, but either way they would want to keep his skills polished to keep him in contention for that seat.

i can't really comment on his performance- i just got into the sport this year, but i don't know if it really is a detriment to his mental health. i don't know the guy but i feel like this is where he wants to be, he wants the redbull seat and he wants to win with redbull, and i think he deserves that seat as much as anyone else does if they think he's worth giving it to. and i think he deserves the seat he has, especially if they want to keep him in good shape to be redbull's second driver if checo doesn't stay.

danny girls please don't fight in my inbox i will just stop answering asks thank u. be nice and we can chit chat, i'd love some race discourse but i dont want fighting thank u very much!!

[prouvaireafterdark]

Lynne, do you have any happy, fluffy comments on PE Armand and Daniel. 😭

Or horny ones too…WHAT WHO SAID THAT

lmaooo of course here are some random thoughts/details about them/their relationship/their future

Armand loves it when Daniel plays with his hair, which works out nicely because it's so soft and Daniel is obsessed with touching it

They first met at a Halloween party. Daniel dressed up as a "vampire victim" because the nearest Spirit Halloween ran out of fangs, but they did have a little vial of fake blood. Armand went without a costume, but when he found out what Daniel's costume was he claimed he was a vampire. Daniel asked to see his fangs and Armand said he'd have to get him a drink first and thus began their situationship

Armand is the first guy Daniel ever let fuck him and he still cannot believe Armand got him to put out so quickly, it wasn't even midnight at that party before he was in his tiny twin bed with two of Armand's fingers inside him. He was just horrendously down bad from the start

Armand was also 100% right that Daniel was putting himself in Armand's path bc he wanted to see him again but didn't want to come across as desperate

The first time Armand took him to the movies, Daniel thought it was just an excuse to make out with him in a movie theatre, but Armand barely touched him the whole time, he just watched the movie in utter silence and walked Daniel home after, leaving Daniel to spiral for days over whether Armand even actually liked him like that. They talked about it sometime after Daniel has his meltdown in chapter five and Armand told him he just wanted to watch a movie with him, if he was going to invite him somewhere to fuck him he would have just said that was why he wanted to hang out

Armand is very nervous about meeting Daniel's family, and when he finally does he's extremely weird about it because he's so worried they'll hate him if he does something wrong (like he's making excessive eye contact, sitting SO still because he's trying to remember not to sit on the chair like a gremlin, nearly knocks something over once and has to excuse himself to the bathroom to collect himself, that kind of stuff) but his parents are so relieved Daniel has found someone who makes him so happy that Daniel's mom literally pulls him aside after dessert and is basically like "you don't have to try so hard. anyone who can get Daniel to smile like that must be a pretty good guy. you're practically part of the family already as far as we're concerned" and Armand barely holds it together until they get to Daniel's childhood room before he bursts into tears (i know this is sad but they're HAPPY TEARS OKAY? HE HAS A FAMILY NOW 😭)

[aheathen-conceivably]

Hi Alexis! I was wondering if you could share some tips for when you're feeling burnt out or just not interested in the sims? I'm in a burnout era rn and it's like I want to PLAY and TELL MY STORIES but I just feel the task of editing and writing to be so daunting right now :(

Hello there, dearest Nonny! 💕

Thank you so much for asking this because I absolutely think it’s something all of us simmers struggle with from time to time. I know I’ve gone through a few burnout eras both big and small and can definitely feel myself entering another one as we speak, so I’m more than happy to help!

Now a bit of a caveat: these are my tips and tricks. I know everyone is different and some of these may not work for everyone. So if anyone wants to leave their own tips in the comments below please do, I would love to read them!

I’m going to put the whole rant under the cut because who could have guessed it…it’s going to be long! 😅

1. Have A Plan:

This is absolutely going to be my most divisive bit of advice, because I’ve talked to other simmers who have told me that this alone would cause burnout for them, but for me it’s probably the no. 1 thing that keeps me posting. I have a detailed calendar of my post schedule, usually about 2-3 months in advance, that helps me stay on track and keep focused. Sometimes I will move things around a day or two or even push it back a full week when I need to, but overall I stick to it.

This is definitely because I am a planner, but if I have a difficult shoot or don’t want to edit, I can easily look at the calendar and go “Okay but in two posts you’re going to get to the scene you’re really excited about.” Or when I know I have a huge shoot coming up and can budget my time accordingly. This also means when I have more time or energy I can shoot through a few scenes and know that I’m set for a week or two to relax and everything is done for those posts.

Planning will probably look different for everyone, but I really do think it’s helpful to have something tangible and attainable to look forward to in those moments you’re feeling unmotivated.

2. Find What Keeps you Motivated and Lean In:

This is crucial for me and arguably what has kept my story going for so long. I have this story written decades in advance, and knowing those points I want to get to and dynamics I want to explore keeps me motivated when I’m feeling down.

However, for you, it may be precisely the opposite. Just the element of gameplay or the unknown may be engaging, or perhaps simply a certain lot that you’ve downloaded or era of clothing. It is important to remember there’s no right way to tell your story, so structuring your own time and efforts around what you like, even if it means changing stuff halfway through, is crucial to making this enjoyable and sustainable.

Sometimes for me it’s smaller motivations, and I’m really into building or CAS or character development for a few days or weeks at a time. I’ll play around with how my posts are told or even what I’m doing in the background (getting my next gen CC folder ready, building a lot, doing an ask game). Switching gears into what’s interesting to me at that moment can revive my interest in the story overall and prevent a burnout in the long term.

The same is true in inverse. If there’s an element that is standing in the way of the hobby bringing you fulfillment, it may not be as necessary as you think. Recently for me I also had a bit of burnout with editing, and this is a huge reason why I finally downloaded reshade. Now my editing time is cut back immensely and I find myself reinspired by taking screenshots and have leaned further into landscape shots and just aesthetic filler.

3. TAKE BREAKS:

Yes, this is in all caps. Yes, it is the most important. Posting our pixel stories is a surprisingly mentally draining hobby, so you absolutely have to give your brain and creativity a rest from time to time. When you start feeling that it’s consistently a chore, that’s a sure fire sign that it’s time to take a break.

Now for me (because of the schedule) sometimes y’all won’t even see when I take a little break. It might mean that I take a week or two away from the game but I’ll have the posts done in advance so there’s no gap in posting. It also means I can just push things back a bit if needed; then when I’m feeling ready to go again, I know exactly where I left off and what the next steps are.

The latter is probably where the schedule is most important to me, as I do feel like a lot of simmers take necessary breaks but have difficulty knowing how to pick back up again. I personally strive to take longer breaks at the end of an arc (like when Florence left New Orleans in 1925). This gives me a feeling of satisfaction, like I left the story on a good note and am free to take however much time I need without the pressure to return that I left something unfinished. It also means I know exactly what I’m returning to, and can do necessary preparations like lot building or pose downloading before I even start posting again.

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But overall I will reiterate what I said above: if you have a story to tell or gameplay to share or edits to make they are your creations and you should always view them as such.

Sharing here can sometimes be a bit of an odd juxtaposition, where you feel like you need to have a certain look or a certain caliber of posts or even a certain frequency. Finding the way this hobby brings you the most fulfillment is absolutely what is most important, and that way you want to return after those moments of burnout because it is still something that you enjoy doing.

[saltsays]

Thanks to @offdutym0del for tagging me, this was fun to do, even if a lot of my answers are I don't know

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

6! Though I have two more in the works, gods on your side and another instalment of the Meandering universe, even if I said I was done.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

49,862

3. What fandoms do you write for?

only hotd rn and I don’t think I’ll ever do anything else, hotd is what got me back into writing fanfic since I was like 16 I think

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have 6 so I’m only doing top 3 lol

Meandering

Dirty Feet and Cigarette Burns

Teeth

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to!!! But I am a mess and sometimes I don’t know what to say, but I appreciate comments more than anything!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Um…hm either Our Fathers, Our Gods or Teeth

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

None of them?? I mean I guess maybe Dirty Feet and Cigarette Burns because Luke gets out of town, but Aemond has to stay so maybe not?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, not yet at least

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I do, kind of, I try. And it’s bad and unhealthy and I condone none of it

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, I’ve never really been drawn to it? I can write things that are inspired by other works, but never crossovers in that sense

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I have seen? Maybe when I was younger?? I can’t remember

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, at least not that I know? But that would be very easy to hide from me considering the languages that I know are not v big in the fanfiction world

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, but I kind of want to! I’m a bit slow in my writing, or super fast depending, but idk I really want to try and write something with someone!

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship

You can get me onboard with most hotd ships tbh, there’s pain everywhere. ....Daemond

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I only have 2 at the moment so I hope I finish them, wait I am lying, I have a wip called Cerberus that is very Velaryon brothers centered, and yeah idk, I don’t feel like anyone would really connect with it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I…don’t know??? Prose maybe?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Length…I want to write long and detailed

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I used to do this in my younger days just using Google translate, but I don’t do that anymore. I don’t mind other people writing dialogue in other languages, but I will usually just write that the characters change language than actually doing it. Also I guess I’m always writing dialogue in another language as it is not my first language (1 free fic for whoever can guess what my first language is omfg)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

…Hetalia…leave me alone

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Dirty Feet and Cigarette Burns, it is my first baby, and it is horrid and I love it

Okay um, offdutymodel is my only mutual so I am tagging whoever wants to do this xx

[hazzybat]

Hello! I just saw that little snippet you wrote of Nace seeing Bojan and Jan on the dance floor and I loved it! I love that you sometimes write extra little bits of this fic, I love the fic and love seeing more content of the world! I was wondering if you'd like to and it's not too much trouble could I also request a small ficlet/snippet?

I really enjoyed the detail about Jure watching Kris and Bojan, and was also intrigued that you nearly wrote Jure watching Bojan and Jan! I'd love to read a scene of Jure watching Bokris (or BoJan if you prefer) from Jures POV!

Thank you <3

of course you can request ficlets! i love doing them!

have this little thing of BoKris fucking with Jure watching!

i realised just now rereading your ask i didn't really do it from Jure's POV but more kris's so i hope that's okay. whoops. sorry. i didn't read that bit till after i wrote it.

“Kriiiiisssssss” Bojan whined as he flopped dramatically over Kris’s legs.

“What?” Kris asked tiredly, running his hands through the demon’s hair almost instinctively. Bojan had been a menace all day, hitting Jure’s drums when he wasn’t meant to(he was never meant to), poking and prodding at Nace and Jan and fucking with their pedals. He’d draped himself over Kris dramatically, stuck his tongue out in lewd gestures and took every opportunity to make an innuendo or horny joke. He’d even eaten an ice cream he’d somehow found in the back of the freezer in the most seductive way possible, with obscene moans accompanying every lick. It was the middle of winter.

“I want a feed,” he grinned up at Kris cheekily. Of course he did.

“Can you wait until we get home?” Kris hissed out lowly. If he was home then he could maybe tie the little brat up and teach him a lesson about being annoying.

“I don’t wanna wait till we get home,” Bojan practically purred as he rose to kiss Kris who instinctively melted into the touch. He hated how good the demon’s kisses were and how easily Kris gave into them. Bitch.

“Kris go fuck him in Jure’s bed, I don’t want to deal with any more of Bojan’s antics. Maybe it’ll work off some of his energy before I start strangling him,” Nace called out from where he and Jan had been playing around with his bass, trying out a new bass line together and wondering how best Jan could accompany him.

“Yes please, daddy,” Bojan giggled as Nace rolled his eyes at the comment.

“I don’t remember giving permission to use my bedroom for fucking,” Jure said from behind his drum kit.

“it that not why we built it? That and napping?” Jan deadpanned. Jure flipped him off.

“Can we use your bedroom for fucking?” Bojan asked, now straddling Kris’s lap, the vampire idly stroking his back and trying to ignore the little hip thrusts Bojan kept doing.

“Only if I get to watch,” Jure said, his tone not quite conveying if he was joking or not. Evidently Bojan took that as an invitation as he leapt off Kris’s lap and pulled him down the halls, Jan’s low chuckle following behind them.

“Did I say I would help feed you darling?” Kris asked as Bojan flung open the door and began attacking Kris’s neck, making it harder for him to think. He once again cursed the fact Bojan was so damn sexy. He just had to kiss his neck and palm his crotch a bit and Kris was aroused and wanting him.

“Please? I really, really wanna fuck you. I swear I’ll be such a good boy after,” Bojan hissed out, his voice now lower and thick with need. Who was Kris to say no to such a sexy offer? Especially if it mean Bojan would stop being so damn annoying.

He drew Bojan’s lips to his own, kissing hungrily as his hands found their way under Bojan’s shirt, quickly removing it from his body. He dove in and began suckling at Bojan’s nipple making sure to leave soft bite marks in the skin as payback for his antics. The beautiful noises he received were a wonderful reward and Kris hummed happily.

“you’re so fucking annoying you know,” Kris mumbled almost to himself as he kissed back up to Bojan’s neck, licking at the sensitive skin behind his ear.

“I fully agree,” Jure commented from the shelf he was sitting on. Kris and Bojan both jumped at the remark and turned to face the ghost. He’d settled himself on a high shelf that only housed a few leftover books none of them would ever read. He waved.

“Are you actually gonna watch us?” Kris asked, a blush creeping over his face.

“That was my one condition,” Jure said smugly, “also you gotta make the bed again afterwards,”

There was a pause as Bojan and Kris looked at each other. Bojan flashed a smile, evidently wanting to put on a show for the ghost and looking to Kris for approval. The vampire considered it. He really wasn’t turned off by the idea. If anything Jure watching them was... kinda hot. He buried his face in Bojan’s neck and began kissing again, showing his approval with the arrangement.

Bojan moaned and quickly got to work removing Kris’s own clothes, discarding his overshirt and pulling his turtleneck over his head (Jure whooped encouragingly). It took very little time for Kris to be laying back on the bed, Bojan over him and his hand working over Kris’s still clothed cock. He hadn’t quite taken off his boxers yet. He was already panting and moaning however, Bojan’s tongue tracing over his collarbones and his body so wonderfully close.

Kris looked over Bojan’s shoulder and up to where Jure was still watching. The ghost’s eye were half lidded and he was touching himself through his jeans, palming and his bulge. His mouth was parted slightly and Kris could see his breath coming in ragged pants.

“Hey Muca” Kris called out, his own voice already heavy with lust “I wanna see you touch yourself properly,”

he was pretty sure he saw a blush colour Jure’s cheeks as he unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. Bojan growled in approval at the request, lifting his head to watch as Jure took out his dick and began to stroke himself. A pulse of need flowed to Kris’s cock at the sight and he eagerly pulled Bojan close, sharing a heated kiss with him, desperate and wanting.

Jure let out shaky breaths, his hand stroking his cock eagerly as he watched Bojan ravage Kris, fucking him hard and fast, as Kris moaned and pleaded below him. He came soon after Bojan spilled into the vampire, Kris following close behind the other two.

“How was the show?” Bojan panted out, looking at at Jure, who was floating down to meet the two, now naked and relaxed on the bed.

“Very good. Very talented actors, would watch again” Jure grinned as he pressed a ghostly kiss to each of their cheeks. “Remember to fix the bed before you leave,” he said before zipping up his trousers and floating through the wall.