#I LOVE HER SO MUCH AAHHH

[shiftingwitholive]

i dont think i've ever spoken about my maneskin DR before but it's one of my favorites. in this DR i'm dating vic (surprise,surprise) and i get to experience my dreams of: living in italy, experiencing tour life and watching eurovision at the actual event, while getting to date victoria di angelis (aka the most beautiful,amazing person to ever grace this planet) and be friends with damiano,thomas and ethan. i actually cannot wait to shift soon. in this DR i also get to make art all the time and both get payed for that and also, yk, vic earns a lot from the music stuff. i just wanna go out to parties and nice dinners and go shopping with them all and chill and watch movies with vic and her dog and convince thomas to teach me guitar ad do kareoke with damiano despite the fact that i'm not the best singer. like i' litteraly the rockstar girlfriend aesthetic. getting backstage passes to festivals and watching gigs and getting to hear new music early. i'm so excited i might scream!

[riisume]

When your crush gives you the...

BIG BOOTY BUMP ! ! !

ENA's feeling silly and making it KENA's problem. She doesn't mind, she's just flustered...

[haughtwaversblog]

(x)

[revserrayyu]

One HSR Character a Day Extra 3 (Day 54): Feixiao

[lottiematthewsgirlfriend]

Changed my url 🙈

[tyrandewhisprwind]

commission done by the lovely @luckyheartfilia of my lavellan

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Reblogging because @kikker-oma drew this to help resuscitate me amidst my hell week and JUST LOOO HOW CUTE THEY ARE ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ALSO her explanation for it MELTED MY HEART:

“My thoughts were that this would be after that initial scene, Sonia keeps bringing her dad more balls and reinforces him talking, so theyre relaxing and talking about their shared favorite toy😉❤️❤️❤️”

I AM DYING FROM CUTENESS OVERLOAD 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

@dogsnoptics requested Imprisoning War (Power) Link and his kids, so have Link and his little firstborn toddler cutie pie baby girl <3

Link found solace in looking after his daughter.

He hadn’t expected to, honestly. It had taken him so long to convince himself to even look at her when she was a baby. He’d been convinced he might hate her initially, and the idea of seeing the physical representation of a union that neither party wanted… it felt too real. Somehow, Zelda had managed to do it, though. He supposed that was mainly because she didn’t really have an option not to. But she’d been handling the baby on her own, with nannies’ help, and he’d done nothing to assist for six months.

He felt a little ashamed about it now, honestly, but there was no changing the past. The little girl was a ray of sunshine, and he loved watching her run about in the royal gardens. Her favorite pastime, in return, was to point everything out to him and make sure he saw it.

Lately, Sonia had been playing a new game. She would grab all kinds of items and identify them – if she didn’t know what something was, she would find the nanny and ask her. Link wasn’t really able to help in that regard as he hadn’t spoken a single word since a few weeks after the girl’s birth.

Today, though, the nanny wasn’t around – many times when Link came to be with his daughter, he would be left in solitude, which he appreciated. Sonia was still playing her game, grabbing an item, running up to Link, and showing him what it was. He nodded and smiled every time, giving her a kiss if she’d sit still long enough for one. The toddler giggled every time, running back into the garden to find something else. But today, she seemed more insistent about things, bringing him a ball three times, and grabbing another ball and differentiating the color.

“Blue ball!” she said, showing him. Then she put it down and brought up another one. “Green ball!”

Link nodded again, looking between the two, wondering what his silly girl was getting at.

Sonia stared back at him, trying to communicate something, and she sighed, sitting on the ground of in front of him. She held the blue one up again. “Ball.”

She pointed it to it. “Ball.”

Did she want another one? Link looked around to find a matching blue ball, but there was none.

“Ball, Dada.”

Link looked back at his daughter, handing her the green one. She held it, looking at it curiously, but there was a clear frustration in her face. She sighed again, running towards the fountain. Link watched her a little confusedly, wondering what that had been about.

The next day, Sonia’s game was less pronounced. She still raced around the garden, but she barely showed him anything with her excited announcements. He wondered if maybe she just wasn’t in the mood that day, but the next day she spoke even less. By the end of the week, the nanny commented that she wasn’t talking at all.

Link bit his lip as he watched her take a nap. Why had she stopped speaking? What was wrong? He wondered if it had to do with the trip they’d just gotten home from – Zelda had wanted to tour the kingdom, but, knowing the people would want to see the entire royal family, she had dragged Link and Sonia along. Link had not been keen on the idea in the slightest, and had spent nearly the entirety of the trip silently carrying Sonia from one place to the next. He supposed there were some genuinely good things that had come out of it, though – he himself hadn’t been outside the castle perimeter since Impa had taken him to Kakariko a year ago, and aside from that, he hadn’t seen how Hyrule had been recovering at all since the war’s end. It had been… reassuring to witness it. At least he knew his sacrifice was doing something.

The other good thing, he supposed, was that Zelda got to spend far more time with her daughter than she usually did.

Link didn’t have much interest in being anywhere near Zelda, but it was only fair for Sonia to have quality time with her mother. That was rarely the case when they were in the palace – Zelda’s duties kept her busy from sun up to sun down. She found moments as best she could to spend time with Sonia, but Link knew it was few and far between; he himself spent a good portion of the day with his daughter and he never saw Zelda. He and the queen saw more of each other on their tour of Hyrule than they ever had since their wedding

Sonia stirred, and he gently ran his hand over her forehead. She didn’t feel warm, so it wasn’t likely a fever. When she opened her eyes, she reached up to him, and he gently pulled her into his arms, rocking back and forth. His daughter pointed excitedly towards the window and the gardens, giggling. Her energy certainly didn’t imply that anything was wrong. So why was she as mute as Link all of a sudden?

As… as mute as…

Oh.

Oh.

This was… this was his fault, wasn’t it? While Link never spoke, Sonia did usually spend time with nannies, who constantly indulged the girl’s babbling and taught her new words. On their tour of Hyrule, the girl’s time had exclusively been with her father.

He remembered Impa’s gentle push, her advice that children need to hear and see new words to learn them. He remembered smiling a little at the comment, thinking that was what the nannies were for.

Damn it.

It wasn’t like Link couldn’t speak. He knew he could. He used to. But ever since… well. For a while he was incapable of it. Too exhausted, too out of words in the first place. Since then, he’d gotten better, but there was honestly no reason to speak. The only people he spent time around were knights who knew that he just wanted to spar, Impa, who had long since learned his cues and didn’t need him to speak to understand, and his daughter, who didn’t used to care that he was silent. His duties didn’t extend far beyond that – he was more symbolic for the kingdom than anything else. It was the queen whose words held power to them, whose words were necessary. Link was a shadow in the castle. So he saw no reason to speak anymore.

Link bit his tongue, uncertain. It had been so long…

He sighed, taking Sonia outside. When he put her on the ground, the two-year-old excitedly took off after a butterfly. He made his way over to a wooden crate in the corner where many of her outdoor toys were stored. He pulled out her favorite one.

It didn’t take long for Sonia to notice, and she watched him curiously, waddling over. Link sat on the ground to be at eye level with her, holding out the item. He took a deep breath. “Ball.”

His voice cracked. It cracked. Goddess. He felt like he was trying to resurrect himself. But Sonia’s entire face lit up, and she grabbed the ball, bouncing up and down and screaming its name over and over and over, alongside his own. “Dada! Ball! Dada, ball! Ball!!”

Link’s laughter rang through the gardens, something he hadn’t heard in years, and the two giggled themselves breathless.

[romantically-yours]

I desire romantically doing makeup with somebody

[nkogneatho]

— 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐖, 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍

—characters: gojo, toji, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso

—cw: lactation ofc, fem!reader, nicknames, aphrodisiac (the milk), intoxication, masturbation, semi-public, dry humping.

—a/n: i have officially surprised myself with how insane i can really be. ya gurl so thirsty she created her own universe where men gib milkies 🧍����‍♀️

introduction to the universe:

Evolution took place a little differently in this universe. A mutation caused hormonal presence that triggers monthly lactation in men for 3 to 5 days, and it usually starts in their early 20s. It is studied that it does not serve any purpose of feeding like female lactation, but might be an indicator to arousal, and even a mating call due to accurate findings of natural aphrodisiacs in the milk produced by the thin gland located in a breast. It also pains a lot and causes swelling of nipples. While scientific advancements have yet to develop a pill that might solve this problem, the most effective natural method to be proven is letting another person suck it.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

It had been quite a long day at work. You knew you were the last to arrive home when you found his boots messed on the floor.

“Toru?” You called out his name, failed to receive a response. “Toru, baby, ' m home.” The wooden door of the shoe cabinet creaked as you closed it after placing the footwear in their place.

The house smelled…sweeter, felt warmer than usual. Making your way to the bedroom, you found clothes scattered on the floor near the entrance. The door was ajar which means your eyes had quick access to what was happening.

“Fuck! Ah! Ah! Mhmm.” You watched in surprise as your boyfriend kept fisting his cock, but wait. Something was different. You moved closer and found his hands squeezing his tits, milk oozing and drenching his naked body. But his heat doesn't arrive until next week. You thought. It was not uncommon for heats to arrive irregularly. It only meant that his hormone level had increased due to sexual frustration. Your eyes scanned his position, his movements. A hand reaching down to rub the wetness forming between your legs. You couldn't take it anymore.

“Need a hand?” You asked, announcing yourself in the room to let the man know he wasn't alone.

“Oh fuck! I thought I locked the door,” he panicked, yet he didn't remove his from his cock, just another arm covering his chest.

“And deprive me of this treat? I don't think so, baby.” You walked closer until you were hovering over him, kissing softly. Heat always has Satoru acting needy and you knew it.

“Touch me, doll. Please.” You smiled at his eagerness.

“I will do more than just touch.” Slapping his wrist away that were blocking the view of his lovely tits, you pushed him until he was laying flat. Your clothed pussy grinding in his naked cock as you leaned and took one of his nipples in your mouth.

“F-fuck.” he stuttered. “Don't. I am early this month. The flow is too much—ngh—you'll get high.” As if that was going to stop you? You started sucking more aggressively. He was right. The flow really was too much because you found yourself gulping a mouthful of his sweet milk, as your other hand reached down jerked his cock.

“Baby…ah! Keep doing that. I am close.” He is so silly to think he can relieve himself on his own when it never works. “Holy fhhuuck! Gonna c—aahhh!” You watched as he arched his back, white spurts covering your hands and other white liquid wetting your jaw. You sat up, removing your top as you already felt dizzy.

“We're not done, Toru. Wan'you to fuck me nasty while I suck your milk.” And he was hard again at your words.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

You loved spring. It was your favorite season to go out. Not too cold. Not too hot. Just the perfect amount of wind and sun. Apparently, it is also a perfect season for outdoor dates. You and Toji preferred to stay in most of the time but the cherry blossoms were too precious to be enjoyed from your windows or TV screen.

“Toji, you ready?” you asked your husband, packing things in your cute pink purse.

“Uhm, princess? Think we might need to cancel the date.” His muffled voice emerged through the bedroom.

“What?” You yelled as you stomped to the bedroom. “What do you mean we might need to c—oh…" Your legs stopped, body taken aback as you stared at his shirtless body, tone muscles and triceps flexing as he squeezed his tits, squirting the milk out.

“I am over-lactating.”

“What happened to the breast cups?”

“Look at me princess. 'm leaking too much. They ain't gon' hold it. Agh fuck!” He spat angrily as you watched the milk travel down his abs, covering it in sweetness.

“Fuck the date. I have a better plan.” You winked at him.

“Shit. Calm down, ma—ugh. Y'er gonna bruise my tits." You were riding his cock, rocking your body back and forth on his crotch while sucking his swollen dark peachy nipples. Your hands struggled to hold his chest because they were bigger than it, causing your nails to dig into the skin.

“Mmh lvove yvour mwilk shwo mwuch.” Your dirty muffled comments vibrating on his skin.

“Y'er drunk, ma. Ya like to get drunk on daddy's milk, hmm?” He cooed, planting a spank on your ass.

“Lwove it.”

“Hm mhh,” he chuckled. “Nasty fucking girl. Move—ahh! Move faster. Need to cum.” You followed his orders, not looking up once to meet his eyes but busy soaking in the drug and flavor of his milk.

“Ngh—twoji, too much. Wan' a break.” You complained, but he was not going to let you stop. This was your plan after all.

“Nuh uh! Don't pull that now.” He grabbed your ass and started bouncing them up and down. You felt so insides bursting with pleasure, cheeks burning up, eyes rolling back. “Gonna cum, ma. Make sure this pussy drinks all my cum as you stuff your mouth with my milk—gahh! fhuck fhuck! fuuuuck!” He was talking as if you had a choice when one of his hand forced you down on his cock as he painted your hole in his cum, while the other hand pushed your face further against his tits. He watched as milk overflowed from the side of your lips. “Such a good girl f'me. You wan' more?”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍

Sukuna tend to get a bit crazier when he was in heat. He fucked you with more strength, came a lot more than usual. It was hard to keep his mood balanced. You tried to suggest him some diet during those days of the month, but he refused to eat greens. A big man like him fancies flesh. Furthermore, why does he need a diet when he has the most proven effective method?

“K-kuna…agh! Too biiig." You cried. Sukuna had you on top of him, his big body splayed on the king-size bed—that surprisingly was almost the same size as him—your thighs trembling, kneecaps digging the mattress as you struggled to keep hi dick inside. Your head was telling you to get off it. Yet, your tight little cunt craved more of him.

“Hmm,” he chuckled. “Your pussy has a habit of biting more than she can swallow.” His teases were humiliating. Your hands rested on his chest, tongue reminiscing the sweet taste of his milk. Even though you were not completely dominant in this relationship—it is hard to be one when you are dating a man like sukuna—there were times when you initiated the things he would usually pester you about. Your lustful eyes gave him a look he hadn't seen before. Soon, he felt your hands tightening around his tits. Now he knew what you were up to.

“Want a taste, my woman?” All you could do was give a light nod because most of your strength was busy rolling your waist on his cock. “Go ahead. Suck my milk out.”

Without a second thought, you found your lips kissing his puffy pink nipples. You could feel the veins throbbing as you were suckling his juice out. Sukuna's milk was sweet with a hint of tanginess. Nevertheless, you loved it.

“Shhit! Calm down woman. I am not going anywhere.” His words were just background noise to you because all you could hear is squelching of your pussy and your slurps on his tiddie.

“Mmghh! Don't tell me you're planning on getting drunk.” His shoulders adjusted themselves to get a better position. “If you are—fuck. Then don't expect me to go easy tonight.” You unlatched your mouth from him for what seemed like after fifteen minutes to finally speak.

“Want you to ruin my pussy, kuna. Mmh,” you jerked your hips forward. “Want you to fill my mouth with milk as you do it.”

“Get off.” His tone shifted from somewhat sweet to serious. You followed his orders anyway. You both exchanged positions so now he was on top of you.

“My dirty human. Better stick to your words, darling. I am not planning on stopping until you're drenched in my cum and my milk”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

You always knew Suguru's heat cycle. As the days approached closer, he used to become more and more whiny and clingy, arguing with you over petty things. His behavior did a 180° on these days.

Earlier today, you had a discourse over chores. He nagged at how you should keep things in place, or you won't find them when you need it. You understood where he was coming from, but the work had taken quite a toll on you that you barely had energy tonight. He just wouldn't let it go, and you grew more frustrated. You yanked him by his wrist, dragging his giant, muscular body to the shower. And here you were, stroking him off as you nibbled, and suckled on his tits. The continuous pour of warm water stimulating both of you.

“This is what you wanted, right, sugu?” you looked up, chin nuzzling in his cleavage. “Nagging me the whole day. You just wanted your tits sucked.” His brows scrunched together. A large hand approached your face, cupping your cheeks. He had his fingers digging the muscle on your face until they squished together.

“Behave,” his voice stern. “Just 'cause 'm in heat doesn't mean you hold the upper hand, baby.”

“Oh, but I do, Sugu—*spank* Ah! What was that for?”

“For teasing me. I know you love drinking my milk, princess. Get to it 'cause I can't take it nomo.” He pressed your face against one of his boobs, your nose pressured a little above the nipple, forcing the spurts of milk out.

“You gon' let it fall down the drain?” Your immediate action was to cup his tiddy with both of your hands—his chest was too big to use one—massaging all of the juice out. You opened your mouth and let it aim at your tongue.

“Fucking hell! This is why—mmghh easy, princess. 'Tis all sore.”

“I gotchu, sugu.” You eased out the movement of your hands, gently kneading them.

“Fhuuck, yes. Just like that.” Other hand travelled back down, grabbing his throbbing boner, squeezing the base as you squeezed his nipples. Geto planted a kiss on top of your head. “Holy shit. Still can't believe you're mine.” Your lips morphed into a smile, teeth still grasping his nipple. “Look at'cha. My milk's getting your high already.” He picked you up bridal style, your tongue still licking his puffed chest, as he kicked the bathroom door open that lead to your bedroom. “You got your treat. Time f'me to get mine, princess.”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

Working 9to5, staring all day at a computer screen is what your life had been all about. You switched companies to think you might get something new to do, but to no one's surprise, it was the same. Except, this one man you were crushing on since day one.

Nanami Kento was a gentleman they described in those fairytales. Always so respectful, kind and damn he was a big feminist. Although, with him being the perfect husband material, you were still never going to cross the line because you were co-workers. That didn't mean you weren't allowed to crush.

“And then Mr. Sasaki from HR department knocked the beer over,” your TL chattered. Nanami wasn't the one to gossip, but Sakurako-san was your team leader and older than everyone. She wasn't a bad person but oh boy did she love tea. You fake gasped to give her the reaction she wanted, as you side-eyed Kento who looked a bit uncomfortable.

“Then he had the audacity to—”

“Excuse me,” Nanami withdrew halfway from the conversation he wasn't even participating in much, walking away abruptly.

After a few minutes, you decided to look for him to make sure he was alright. Of course, as a co-worker, you should. Nothing related to the heart eyes you give him, right?

You stomped towards the corridor almost making a left until you heard loud coughs reverberating through the walls of the men's washroom. You swore it was him. Furthermore, you shouldn't have gone in. What were you thinking? It was a men's washroom, for fuck's sake. But what if something happened to him? Sure.

Pushing the door in a hurry, you entered, almost tripping. “Nanami-san—” You did not whether you should be embarrassed, shocked or horrified. Maybe all three.

“Are you okay?”

“You shouldn't be here, l/n-san.” True. But seeing him squeeze his tits, and milking himself down the drain was the sight you were blessed to see. You locked the door behind, the clicking of the latch making Nanami hold his breath, “What are you doing?”

“You're going to let all that milk go to waste, Kento?” His dick twitched. You never called him by his first name, and now you were asking inappropriate questions along with calling him Kento.

“L/N-san, this isn't right—”

“Shhh. Just wanna help you. We're colleagues, aren't we?” He nodded.

Without breaking any eye contact you hopped on the counter, hands reaching for his nipples glistening with milk under the off-white light. You pressed your palm against his chest, feeling the liquid staining it, only starting to cramming the swell more. Kento lost his composure, hands falling flat on the counter, head on your shoulders. Couple of shaky breaths, fading soft moans leaving his lips. Pushing him back for a second to only latch your tongue on the dark pink bud, you were sure you're way past the appropriate relationship of just work buddies.

“L/n—ah! Can I?” He darted his eyes down where the tent peeked out his gray formal pants. You smiled. Knowing he needed friction, you adjusted your pencil skirt, and wrapped your legs around him, boner pressed against wet patch on your panties. Nanami felt like he was in heaven. He started humping against your clothed pussy, being rough contradictory to his gentle innocent touches to you before. But it was only reasonable given the fact that he was in heat.

He never knew the feeling of being milked from both ends, but now when he came, he ruined his whole expensive suit. The edges of the mustard yellow shirt becoming translucent with his milk, with a dark spot on his pants between his legs. He let out a shaky breath, apologizing as he slowly came back to his senses.

“What are you apologizing for? I started it,” you said as you hopped off the countertop. “Let me know if you ever need more help, Nanami-san.” A wink from is what caused his cheeks to turn red. “I'll bring you spare clothes from your desk.”

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

Most lactation in men started in their early twenties. Although, it wasn't unusual for some to start late. There was nothing medically wrong with them. But you've heard things about. How much more it hurts, and how more they leak on their first heat if they do get late.

You've been dating your boyfriend Choso for almost a year now. He hadn't start lactating yet, which is why you researched enough on this topic just in case. Personally, you've never been physical with men when they're in heat. Not because it is not your thing, but your relationships were too short to actually be comfortable in experiencing it. Of course, you would never do anything with Choso at his displeasure just because you wanna try it. You love him too much. But the thought would never leave your mind. What would he act like in his heat? Well, it was your lucky day. Because you came home to a whining lactating man.

“Cho…baby, are you okay?” You rushed to him in concern. Choso was on the bed, hair down with tears in his eyes as he pressed his chest together.

“Babyyy, It hurts. I don't know what is happening.” His hold on your wrist a little too tight. “Fuck. It hurts so bad. Make it stop. Leaking too much and my cock hurts too.” You could hear—feel the desperation in his voice. His cock was on full display as his boxers dangled near his ankles. The swollen tip shining with pre-cum seducing your mouth. But your mouth was needed more elsewhere. You remembered your first sex education class, how men in heat can be relieved if you milk and suck their tits. You discarded your clothes, getting bare and settling on his lap. Your hole rubbing against the body of his shaft as you pressed your tits against his, kissing his forehead.

“Cho shhh. Baby you're fine. You're just in heat. 's gonna be alright. 'm here, okay?” He sniffled as you pampered him. “Gonna take good care of my boyfie.” You left a trail of lipstick stains as you kissed his body, slowly trailing towards the puffy nipples. You looked up at him for consent, only to continue when he whispered a “please”. With your tongue darting out, you soaked in the view before licking a stripe.

“Shit,” Choso cursed. You do it a few more times until you're finally sucking on it like a popsicle. “Fuck. Ah!” It was indeed too much because with only fifteen seconds in, your mouth was already full of his milk, leaking from the corner of your lips. It wasn't a normal amount. But given the fact that it was his first, that too at this age, you brushed it off, focusing back to sucking. You gulped the milk, each sip making you dizzy. It made you grind harder against his cock, moaning along with him. His whimpers making you wet, and his dick enjoying your slippery pussy.

“Wanna cum. Please. Wanna cum, baby.” He begged and you started fastening your pace. The sheets were wet, along with your neck and tits as he shot spurts of sweet milk in your mouth that dripped down your body. Some of it sneaking its way down between his dick and your cunt. You held on to his shoulder, giving his chest a few slaps, making him rut harder against you that the bed started creaking.

“Cumming. Fuck, I am cumming. Ah! Ah! Ah! Ngh—holy fuuuuck!” Your own orgasming cunt could feel his dick twitch as it shot a load out. His hardened nipples turning soft. He immediately cupped your cheeks, pulling you up. “I love you so much, fuck. Thank you.” He said before he kissed you, his tongue lapping against yours, tasting himself on you.

@kiffenisstupid @pastelle-rabbit @lxnarphase @teddybeartoji @rizzmin @yuta-nation @evxelisy @hellkaiserinphoenix @ffsg0jo @princessoflalaland @baekinola @chuuyasboots @cathybarn @togamest @katsukichu @blkkizzat

[edenpoise]

⁽ @wrstson ⁾ ― ： starter call. from here .

E . ― THE CRIES OF HER FIRST CHILD WAS SOMETHING SHE COULD NEVER FORGET. From the first moment she had laid the child against her chest- the stream of tears and the refusal to cease of his crying until she had lead him to her breast to feed- from the moment she had seen his face Eve had known she had felt a true sense of love. A true sense of utter adoration- a feeling that nearly raged a burning sense of PROTECTION and LOVE- her first born child, Cain.

Other children would follow after. But it would be Cain that followed in his mother's footsteps, the act of sinning. There was no doubt within her mind- she had cursed her children, from the moment the LORDS voice had revealed the death of her second child. The mourning, the sorrow- the tearing anguish she had felt from not only the babe in which had been d e a d in her arms- but from also the cruelty in which she had blessed her child, her Cain. She had unsaid pleas on her tongue- the torn duty of mourning for a child she had lost- but also the desperate need to keep her first by her side. The last she had seen of her CHILD had been so long ago- and she feared she could no longer remember the look on his face from the last glance her way.

But she could never forget her child- almost as if all the years came back to her at once-

" ... Cain, " Her breath was wispy, filled with a disbelief ( and hope )- "- My baby ... is that you ? "

[ahogechef]

"I heard it was someone's special day today! And apparently you're so excited that you're already wearing the gifts I've brought you! Guess that proves I've got great taste in presents, right?" *david winks, having already used his speed to tie an apron around the birthday girl as well as place a matching chef's hat on her, both of which have her family's restaurant's name embroidered on them!*

"I know you probably already have an apron or two, but it never hurts to have another, right? And hey, this is one of the few gifts you can give someone where you get to encourage them to get it all nice and dirty! Unless you're name's Kaito, that should be more than enough to block most kitchen mishaps!" *and before she knows it, she'll suddenly find a small tray of cookies on the counter in front of her, david laughing as he enjoys his little bout of birthday surprises~!*

"Hehe! That's me! Yeah!! ...Wait, huh?" Blinking, she gives herself a once-over and gasps! She was apparently wearing a chef hat and apron before she knew it?! "W-Woah!! I know you used your super speed, but this is crazy! How did I not even see you do that?!" Then when she properly looks at herself in the mirror, her eyes instantly light up when seeing the name of her family's restaurant embroidered on the hat and apron! "Oh my god, David! I love this!! It's even got our family restaurant's name on it! Yeah, you really do! Oh trust me, I practically collect aprons with how much I love using them, so I am more than happy to receive this."

"And true, true~! Though I'll still try to make sure it doesn't get completely riddled with stains too soon! Heh heh, then I guess I won't have to worry as much if I do pull a Kaito when I get super into my cooking modes! Just from the feel of the quality alone, I can tell this is a very good quality hat and apron. Eee, I'm already excited for what I'll cook while wearing this: now the kitchen really will feel like my own little 'restaurant', hee hee hee~!"

Then at the sudden appearance of the tray of cookies, she gasps, and beams in delight! "Ohh you speedster, you've always got another nice surprise right up your sleeve, don't you!" She laughs with him, her smile brightening. "These look so yummy~!" Grabbing one, she plops it into her mouth and hums from how tasty it is! "And is yummy! Let's enjoy them together~" Then after eating another one, she goes and pulls him into a tight hug!

"David, thank youuu! You're the best!! Ahh I'm gonna be wearing new hat and apron so much! Since it's got the restaurant's logo, I'm definitely gonna wear it there, too, and show it off to my parents and the others, hee hee hee~! Thank you again for the cookies, too: they are so delicious~! And thank you for just... making today so awesome with so many great surprises! It made today more fun than it already is~!"

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

You know Lea, I was having such a bad day at work yesterday and I just found myself daydreaming about your THUYW series and it honestly made my shift so much more bearable 😭💕

I couldn't help but fantasize about Billy + Frankie absolutely WRECKING Reader. It'd be SO delicious in this verse holy shit.

You seriously got me daydreaming about THUYW to cope with work WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME LEAAAA

a/n: AAHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! i'm so sorry that work sucked, but omg, i'm so happy this slutty little au could help distract you ♡ but also omg i just gotta point out that gif i found?? that’s them. that’s frat!billy and frat!frank omg omg omg look at theeemmmm

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okay, so, imagine Billy inviting you into his room while you’re waiting for Steve to get back from the boxing gym

then he leaves you alone for a second to go get you a glass of water

but as you wait for him to return, you spot something curious on his bedside table and it’s not till you’ve scooted closer that you realise it’s sex toys that he has just left laying around as if it wasn’t something utterly scandalous

I mean, the drawer is even open! It’s so stuffed full of toys that it almost can’t be pushed back closed!

but then when Billy does return, glass of water in his hand and now also his best buddy Frank at his side, your curiosity has gotten the best of you as they catch right when you had picked up one of the toys you weren’t sure what was.

you, of course, drop it immediately when you notice that they’re back, and as soon as it hits the ground, it turns on and starts buzzing against the floorboards. 

probably one of the top most embarrassing moments of your life at that point… 

but then, when they finally get their laughter under control (or maybe Frank is a total sweetheart about it and elbows Billy to quit teasing you) they fish out of you how you don’t really know what any of the toys are and it’s only because you recognised a few of them as dildoes (because your rich stepbrother bought you a few purely for slutty training purposes) that you realised they were objects of a sexual nature

so, naturally, they then treat it as a fun little teaching moment

they go through the whole drawer, one by one, first making you take a guess before they explain them all to you. 

now, Billy is a hoe, so his collection is stocked.

there’s everything from all sorts of dildoes (realistic, glass, cute curved ones, double-ended, fantastical monster ones), various vibrators (wands, rabbits, app-controlled, those amazing clit suction stimulators), butt plugs, fleshlights, all of the lube you could ever dream of, cock rings, nipple clamps, ben wa balls, paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, blindfolds, ballgags

and with each toy that they get through and explain to you, the worse the tingles between your thighs get…

do they end up trying a few of them on you?

of course they do!! 

though I think you’re still a bit of a scaredy cat at that time, so you don’t wanna be too adventurous yet

I’m thinking, in that moment, you’re the most curious about the vibrators because you’ve never played around with that before, and just feeling them switch one on against your fingertips makes your brain melt simply imagining what it would feel like against your pussy

when they do press it against your pretty clit for the first time, you nearly fall off of the bed from the way the unfamiliar and intense sensation makes you jump (which of course just makes them giggle because holy fuck you’re so adorable to them)

maybe they’re both laying on their stomachs, between your parted thighs, Frank holding the vibrator against your puffy pearl, grinning at the way it makes your pussy weep before them like a fucking leaky faucet to quench their thirsts

perhaps then Billy gets out some of the dildoes… one for him to play with your cunt and one for him to stuff in your mouth and watch you drool around… 

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[coldjustness-archive]

The irony that she now stood by the side of the Archon himself, the irony that she watched his ascension herself. The smoke lifts around her while the tobacco lit air lifts around her person slowly, casually, while a careful eye turns toward, now Archon, Dorian Pavus. The legend, the myth, the man - three of which titles she had come to know personally in these past few months. While she heard him speak on a epiphany that had shaken him to the foundations of what made him who he was. He was right, about everything - and most of all, despite his the sentiment he was trying to convey. It was a testament to the true disconnect that she knew existed all along. What had become his revelation, had long been her reality.

It was nothing to me, but it was everything to them. Those words linger in her mind, the shift for her weight back on her heel from her prosthetic, hiding a short shake of her right knee to rid herself of the pinch in nonexistent toes. A careful gaze flickers forward to look outward toward the city itself, by habit she sought out her home - looking outward toward the expanse of Her City to seek out Docktown. And yes, she can just make out the piers and the tips of arriving sails in the docks. "And we will give it to them." She starts, a hand resting against the scepter at her side while the other tapped the ash off the small pipe balanced between skilled fingers. The chill in the air defied by the turquoise scarf that hugged her neck, "I spent my entire life in Docktown." She confesses, since they were apparently sharing a heart to heart. "It didn't feel right to abandon it after so long when my family moved into the upper district."

"Hm.." Now her eye averts down, reflecting on things that her mother and father did to gain that ascension to better Templar ranks. "In truth, I hadn't felt right for a long time before the Gallus migration." Of course, they had no qualms about leaving their second child to fend for herself when she refused to let them use her status as the lone family mage to further climb the ranks. "I couldn't abandon it then, and I will never abandon it now."

The edge of the balcony felt as if it were the edge of a precipice, the weight of his new title a weight pressing down, but he maintained a usual flair. "They say it's mine now, the city— perish the thought." If only his father could see him now. Ah, perish that thought, actually. By the Maker. "It's ours, it's theirs. It always has been, or it should have been, at least." A ring of solid gold twirled his finger at the behest of the others, its faint glint catching the light of a setting sun as eyes rested on the city still. "You know, when I was a child, Minrathous felt like a dream." A voice grew lighter, laced ever so in vivid memory. "The Archon's palace staring back at me, the stars above me, and city lights below. It was... magnificent. I was so proud."

There was a pause then, and a quirk of his lips surfaced. "Then I returned, and I met Dock Town." A laugh ensued, though it seemed all but bereft of amusement. "No stars, just a sky clogged with grime thick enough to choke on, if you weren't careful. And rain, so much of it. the kind of weather that has you question whether it's actually possibly for a place to look that miserable." The exhale came in an scoff almost dismissive, as if forcing the thought aside, but alas. "And hands that reached for any coin, or scraps of uneaten food I had— I once told Varric that all of it was nothing to me, but it was everything to them. I'm not sure if I've ever felt so utterly useless."

There, he allowed it to linger, the guilt. "They didn't speak of it up here. And so for too long, I made excuses for it. But I'm tired of pretending that it's not the same place." A dramatic flourish finally accompanied the subtle wave of a hand— "Tevinter, Minrathous, Neve, all of it, deserves to be everything that it can be."

Starter call: Dorian // @coldjustness

[raeinyourdreams]

'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader

pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader

tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.

wc: 2k!!

a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open 🫶🏻 also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language 😭 anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated

'just know these are yours now.'

you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.

you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.

on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.

obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.

up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.

so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.

"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.

"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.

"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.

but you weren't other people, you were different.

the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.

with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.

you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."

"like hell you are." "neither are you."

he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.

sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.

it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.

he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.

"nah, just came to see you.. sway."

a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.

you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.

slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.

as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.

one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.

"you're scared."

"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.

"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.

you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.

"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.

"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."

the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.

"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."

slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.

“now, these.. they’re very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and it’s leading me to you right now.” he explained. “feels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.”

the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.

“.. why me? trust me, i’m flattered, but i’m no one special, logan..” you questioned, and it made him frown.

“you are special. you're special to me.” your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. “call it what you want.. just know these are yours now.” he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.

with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.

pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.

additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan 🥰🥰 your choice 🥰🥰

taglist: @allen-444

[pupyuj]

Arranged marriage with yujinnie 🙏

AAHHH been wanting to do this ask for a while and i finally have my thoughts sorted out 😭🙏 this is gonna have sooo much unnecessary plot but ya’ll know how i roll 😭

unlike most arranged marriages, i’d like to think that yujin doesn’t hold any strong animosity towards you just bcs she was forced to marry you for business purposes 🤓 she was a chaebol granddaughter who was next in line to rule her own company and you also just so happened to be an heiress of some sort plus neither of you had any romantic relations with anyone at the momet—it was a match made in capitalism heaven! 🥰 you lived in the same house, slept in the same bedroom (you didn’t have to but both of your parents insisted that you do so that you don’t totally hate each other), shared the same limo and chauffeur… and yet not a single sign of affection has been seen to be shared between the two of you! well, why would you?? it’s not like either of you expected it from the other 😖

it wasn’t until you took a moment to really look at yujin one day that you started to realize why she was so adored by everyone around her; she was charming, she was friendly, she was polite, and she was surprisingly thoughtful despite her powerful position. meaning she remembers every employee and staff by name and greets them like a longtime friend—hell, she even talked to you like she had known you for the longest time when you first met! she did become a bit more serious and… cool(?) around you after you got ‘married’. a real gentlewoman… with a face to die for oh god!

so nobody can blame you when yujin’s perfectly-sculpted face distracted you from your daily reading! and ofc she notices 🤭 it wasn’t everyday that she would find you acknowledging her presence, let alone looking right at her! when you smiled clumsily and hurriedly tucked your nose back into your book, that was when yujin got the courage to take a seat beside you on the couch… and almost automatically, her hand landed on your thigh 😳 you were used to it as the two of you always had to make it look like that you were a couple in love in the public eye, so yujin tends to have an arm around your waist or holding your hand every time the two of you leave home… but that was business. this was… something else!

“i always forget to tell you how stunning you look every morning…”

“is that part of the act, yujin-ssi?”

“gods, no,” it was really hard to stay composed when she scoots closer with her eyes giving you all the answers to your millions of questions 😖 “why would i lie about my wife’s beauty?” oh yeah she really got you there! 😳 which is why you had no problem when she took your book, put it aside and kissed you… and you knew that by the way her hand slid up behind your thigh and squeezed your ass that your morning was about to be a lot more interesting than usual 🫣🫣

now yujin… she has secretly fallen for you during your time as fake wives! and all she has rlly wanted to do was please you in so many more ways possible… but she’s a romantic at the same time, and her heart jumps at the way you giggled as she princess-carried you up the stairs and into your bedroom, laying you down on the mattress so gently before getting on top of you… letting you touch her all over before she starts kissing down your neck… a hand sneaking in between your legs and feeling your wetness leaking through your shorts… 100% she starts getting soaked as well, especially you start tugging on her hair and grinding your clothed cunt on her hand! 😵‍💫

omgomg imagine the shock on yujin’s face when you start whining, “from behind… please.” 🫣 she didn’t know you were needy enough to ask for that kind of thing! and ofc the puppy obliges, taking off your shorts and underwear before flipping you around… yujin had plans to tease your entrance and make you beg some more bcs your voice was just lovely but that would have to wait for another day! she loves the sharp gasp that leaves your mouth when she swiftly inserts two fingers in your cunt… loves it even more when you’re moaning her name while she slowly fucks you, your tightness only adding to both of your pleasures…

at one point yujin would definitely get hungry 🫣 bcs come on! almost a whole year of this arranged marriage and neither of you have slept with anyone! it wasn’t like you both agreed to stay loyal to each other bcs you really didn’t have to, but yujin fell in love with you and something inside your brain always told you to never even think about ‘betraying’ yujin… so this? this was very much a need!! meaning that yujin starts fucking you faster, and harder every second… ah she’s so pathetic she might actually cum from how you’ve been moaning her name so loudly and sweetly! 😳

no joke the way you tighten around her fingers has her going insane 😣😣 she even slows down her pace a but just to feel it more… and you’d been relieved to have a moment to catch your breath but then yujinnie surprises you by suddenly just plunging her fingers inside you, making you squirt all over her hand—embarrassing for you, fucking heaven for her 🤭

and that wasn’t the end of course! yujinnie wants to make up for all the time she wanted to fuck you but couldn’t bcs she thought you weren’t interested… and now that she knows that you are definitely interested and that you can take more than you look… well, guess it’s a sleepless night for the two of you! 😵‍💫🙏

[dekariosclan]

I have returned and with new realisation that makes me love Gale more. After you talk with him in the boat scene and he says the closest thing to a deserving canvas on which to place your beauty, like this man just said Ao the place where gods dwell including Mystra, you out shine it and deserve a more fitting one like if anyone says that Gale still even likes Mystra he just said her realm is not enough to show how brilliantly you shine, just AAHHH!!!

This is a lovely observation OP and so very true! Gale does indeed essentially declare that the Outer Planes, which is the home of the Gods and a place of infinite beauty & wonder, is “mid” in comparison to Tav. In Gale’s discerning opinion, it’s nice, it’s just not *quite* worthy of Tav. But it’s the only thing in existence close enough, so it’ll have to do.

It’s another great example of how he loves Tav so much more than he ever loved Mystra. I am continually surprised when I see people post about how they feel Gale still isn’t over Mystra (??) when he says quotes like the one you shared. Or how he says “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone—mortal or immortal,” in the ending where he proposes. Or these:

He really, truly does love Tav more than he ever loved Mystra. And it doesn’t matter that Mystra presents herself as a bedazzled skinny female with “classical beauty.” How boring. How droll. She’s still just a sparkly icicle when it comes to being a lover, when it comes to giving Gale the companionship he deserves and the romantic bond he craves.

Tav can be scarred, wrinkled, considered ‘ugly’, have an ‘undesirable’ body type, or even be a straight-up mindflayer—so long as they have a decent, kind heart and return Gale’s affection, Gale will love them and think they are the most beautiful thing he’s ever beheld—the Gods, the stars, & the Outer Planes be damned.