#I normally wouldn't blog about events in my day

[merspots]

Another reason not to let your cats free roam

TW: Animal injury (but hopefully the cat will be okay)

Well, I just had to rescue one of my neighbors' cats from dangling from a fence by her back leg :/ I don't know how long she had been stuck there, but hopefully not too long, and she's with her owners now so will be getting checked by a vet.

She was lucky that I seem to have an ear for crying cats, though, because no one else was out looking for her, not even the people in the houses on either side of the fence she was stuck in. I fear what would have happened if I wasn't one to go looking and she was stuck there until who knows when.

Just remember this when you let your cats free roam - it is very easy for them to get injured and for no one to find them until it's too late. So please don't let them if you can.

[delulujuls]

the right one | jacaerys velaryon

hi, here comes the pt2 for the other one because i think i might actually be falling in love with jace lmao.

for the first time on this blog i tried not to use y/n mentioning because i know that not everyone is a fan of it so yeah, i hope i did well

also i know that the tension is immaculate here so i might write a smutty smut in pt3 eventually so lmk what you think!

summary: the hardened and hateful heart of the future king of westeros is no match for the tender and loving heart of the young prince of dragonstone. so it's not difficult to guess whose heart belongs to the young targaryen princess

warnings: swearing, mentions of threatening with a knife

pairing: sister!targaryen reader x jacaerys velaryon (ft. best-uncle-in-the-world daemon, aemond and this little menace to humanity aegon)

taglist: @gorlillaglue25 @aegonswife @fallout-girl219 @lyssaluvs @briefwinnerpersonaturtle @aleemendoza2425-blog @darkgvk @faeoffaith @slayraxes-blogs @lolilkkk

The young princess sat at the table, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn't participate in the lively conversations, nor did she laugh and joke as she had the previous evening during the feast. Her gaze was fixed on her wine goblet, from which she had not taken a single sip. Her silverware was also untouched.

The girl's behavior did not go unnoticed by those present. Jacaerys, who sat across from her, immediately noticed something was wrong. He didn't have the courage to ask, so he was relieved when the king took that burden off his shoulders.

"Is something troubling you, dear daughter?" he asked, addressing her. The princess didn't hear his question at first; she only came to her senses when Helaena nudged her arm.

"I must have caught a chill," she replied, adjusting her high-collared dress. "My throat hurts."

Aegon wished he could sink into the ground. He remembered the events of the previous night vaguely but knew what had happened. He knew what he had done. He sat next to his sister just as they had been seated the day before but he saw her pull her chair away. She had every right to. He had gone too far.

The king didn't notice Aegon's broken nose, which had been tended to by a maester that morning, nor did he remark on Jacaerys' bruised brow, which he tried to hide under his dark curls. Small scuffles between the boys were normal, and since everyone was sitting at the table eating together, he figured nothing major had happened. He was, however, worried about his daughter.

Daemon was not as blind as his brother, who might have been somewhat blinded by his illness. Viserys, however, had long failed to notice what was consuming his family. Perhaps he simply didn't want to see.

"A sore throat?" he asked as they both left the dining room. "Really?"

"I don't know what you mean," she replied, avoiding his gaze.

Daemon, however, watched her closely, and her reaction only confirmed his suspicion that something was wrong.

"I'm sure I have something for that," he said, nodding towards the corridor leading to the right. His look indicated he wouldn't take no for an answer. The girl followed him without a word. When they were in Daemon's chambers, the princess knew that lies were unnecessary. Her uncle must have seen through her at the table.

"So?" he asked, closing the door. "I'm all ears."

"I don't want to talk about it," she said, looking at him. The prince now saw even more clearly her puffy eyes from crying and her chapped lips. "Besides, it's nothing significant."

"Nothing significant, yet you wasted a night crying," he observed, pouring wine and offering her a goblet. She shook her head, so he took a sip himself.

The princess looked at him silently. She had no arguments. Daemon knew this perfectly well.

The young girl sighed, accepting her defeat. She lowered her gaze and unbuttoned a few buttons of her collar, which was fastened up to her chin. She parted the fabric to reveal her fair skin, marked by a thin, bloody cut.

Daemon took a sip from the goblet and set it down, approaching his niece. He pulled the fabric aside a bit more, looking at her neck.

"Care to share how you got that?"

"Aegon is a maniac who should be locked up in the Sept and treated," she said bitterly. "A drunk who thinks he's the lord of the world, to whom everyone must bow."

"So, I hope you taught him a lesson in humility?" he asked, moving to the table and picking up one of the ointments. He unscrewed it, returning to the girl and taking some on his finger.

"He has the same mark on his neck."

Daemon chuckled, shaking his head.

"You are impossible, I swear by the Seven," he scoffed, applying the ointment to the cut on her neck.

"They attacked Jace. I couldn't let that happen," she said, frowning. "Those fools think they can terrorize anyone they want. It's not true!"

The prince smiled, sitting down after a moment and taking the goblet in his hand.

"You defended Jacaerys?"

The young princess blushed and looked away. However, she nodded.

"Then it's clear," he answered, crossing his legs. "Aegon is jealous."

"He's a complete idiot!" she said angrily, pouring herself some wine. "Maybe I won't marry him after all, and what then? Maybe they'll find me another husband?"

"I'm afraid the decision has already been made, little bird," he said, looking at her. Her pale cheeks were flushed with embarrassment over her lover and anger at her brother.

"We're connected only by blood and name, nothing more," she cut bitterly, taking a sip of wine. "I will never love someone with such a hardened heart."

"Not like Jacaerys, right?" he asked, glancing at her. He was smiling, but it was a sad smile. All he could do was pity his niece.

"He's a good boy," she said, pressing the cool metal of the goblet to her lips. "His wife will be the happiest girl in Westeros."

This, however, could not be expected by Aegon's future wife. The young prince hadn't learned much from the previous night's events, as he refrained from drinking only at breakfast. But when only the maids remained in the dining room, he emptied almost half a jug of wine himself.

"Will you tell me what happened last night?" Aemond spoke from behind him, causing the elder brother to almost spill his wine. "I know you didn't go straight back to your room."

"Are you following me?" he looked at him nervously, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I was checking if you could make it back to bed in your current state."

The maids, who were cleaning up after breakfast, glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes. Aegon felt their gazes on him.

"Get out!" he shouted, gesturing for them to leave. Shortly after, the brothers were alone. Aegon sat heavily in one of the chairs and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I threatened her with a knife," he said quietly, feeling his confession burn his throat. "I threatened her with a knife while Helaena was asleep inches away."

He shook his head, reaching for the wine goblet. "If I had been more drunk, Helaena might have woken up in a bed full of blood with a corpse next to her."

Aemond only needed the first sentence from his brother. He took the goblet from his hand and threw it across the dining room. Aegon froze.

"This has to stop," Aemond said quietly and calmly, but sharply and firmly at the same time. "This has gone too far, Aegon."

The young prince rubbed his face with his hands and leaned on the armrests, pressing his joined fingers to his lips. His younger brother was right. He had crossed the line.

"You know I'm always on your side, but you threatened our sister," he shook his head. "I can't agree to something like that."

Aegon gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He felt tears in his eyes. He felt anger, regret, and guilt. But he wasn't angry at himself; he was angry at Jacaerys. He believed the fault lay with him, and if he hadn't been hitting on his sister, nothing would have happened.

"You're right," he sniffed. "I should kill that mongrel."

Aemond clenched his jaw. He didn't recognize the person before him. Had he been so blindly devoted to his brother all these years that he hadn't noticed what a monster he had become?

"You want to...kill him?" he asked, looking at him. He wanted to make sure he understood correctly.

Aegon nodded.

"It's all his fault!" he slammed his hands on the table. "If it weren't for him, none of this would have happened, and I wouldn't have raised a hand against that bitch!"

Aemond now saw before him not his beloved brother but a maniac wrapped in alcohol, hatred, and delusions. Tears were streaming down Aegon's face, but it was hard to tell their nature. Sorrow over hurting his sister? Anger? If so, at whom? At Jacaerys? At his sister? At himself?

However, Aegon wasn't the only one crying. In the doorway of the dining room stood their sister, who, drawn by the sound of the thrown goblet, had quietly peeked her head in. She had heard the entire conversation between her brothers and was devastated.

"You really are a monster," she said in a trembling voice. Two pairs of eyes turned towards her. Aegon hastily stood up, wanting to approach his sister, but Aemond firmly held him back, keeping him in place.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he sobbed, falling to his knees. Aemond still held him tightly, not wanting to let him do anything to their sister. Aegon was now unpredictable and had shown he posed a threat.

"Please, sweet sister!" he shouted, trying to free himself from Aemond's embrace "Please!"

The young princess took a step back, shaking her head and causing another cascade of tears to run down her cheeks. She couldn't believe what her brother had become.

Aegon fell at her feet, apologizing and begging for forgiveness, but she quickly left the dining room. She began heading towards Jacaerys' chambers, hoping to find the young prince there. However, he was busy searching for the girl just as she was.

They met by chance, bumping into each other on one of the staircases. Seeing her tear-streaked face, Jacaerys didn’t even have time to ask what had happened before she threw herself into his arms. He hugged her tightly, pressing her face to his chest.

“Hey, it’s alright,” he whispered, holding her close. “I’m here, it's okay.”

“Take me away from here,” she managed through her tears. She didn’t have to ask twice.

Not long after, they left the castle walls, which seemed to suffocate her. It wasn’t until the cold wind dried the tears on her cheeks that she was able to breathe. They walked along the stone wall towards the beach, not saying a word. The young princess clung to her nephew’s arm, who glanced at her from time to time, sincerely worried.

When they reached the beach, they sat on a salt-worn log cast ashore by the sea. Jacaerys pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the girl. She wiped her tears, staring at the waves angrily crashing against the shore. After a moment, she turned her gaze to the boy’s face, which looked at her with concern.

“Will you run away with me?” she asked, her voice filled with sorrow. “Far from here. Where the map doesn’t reach.”

The young prince smiled warmly at her and raised his hand, touching her tear-stained cheek and gently caressing it with his thumb.

“I haven’t been to the end of the map yet.”

The girl sniffed and lay down, resting her head on his lap. Jacaerys leaned down and kissed her cheek. He began to stroke her head, gently running his fingers through her hair. He wanted to ask what had happened when he found her crying. He wanted to ask if her mood at breakfast was really due to a sore throat. But he knew his questions were unnecessary and only thing that mattered was the comfort he could offer. The young princess gratefully accepted it.

She closed her eyes, listening to the whistle of the wind and the roar of the waves. After a while, the sound of the sea began to blend with the sound of the boy’s fingers gently moving through her hair. The girl’s bitter face took on a calm expression, and the tears on her cheeks dried. Jacaerys smiled softly to himself. He had calmed a dragon.

“Aegon threatened me with a knife,” the girl spoke after some time. Despite the heavy confession, her voice was calm. “He came to me at night, completely drunk, and tried to intimidate me.”

The young prince clenched his jaw, his whole body tensing. But he didn’t stop stroking her hair. The princess opened her eyes and turned her head away from the sea, fixing her gaze on him. A piece of her dress’s collar had shifted, and Jacaerys noticed the cut on her neck.

“I’m afraid to have someone like him as my husband.”

He cupped her face in his hand, leaning toward her.

“If you have fears, I’ll speak to the king myself,” he said calmly but firmly. “Either he will shake some sense into Aegon, or someone else will seek your hand.”

“No one will be brave enough, Jacaerys,” she shook her head, looking away. “They’ve already announced the news of the upcoming wedding to everyone.”

“I will be,” he said, capturing her violet eyes with his own. “I’m ready to fight for you, princess.”

The girl looked at him in shock, surprised by his words. She didn’t know what to say, but she knew what to do. She entwined her fingers in the prince’s dark curls and pulled him towards her, kissing him tenderly. She poured all the love she had inside into that kiss—a love that would never be given to the right person.

“And if they don’t want a fight, we’ll run away,” he continued, whispering into her lips.

“We’ll run away to where the map doesn’t reach.”

[ann1-wr1tes]

Tiring Exams

Synopsis: You are dead set on studying for your finals that you don't notice when your boyfriend calls you...(I suck at summarizing)

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1,339

A/N: I dug up this old fic I wrote like last year. Hopefully this somewhat makes up for my lack of content and my nonexistence on this blog lmao-

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You narrow your eyes at the paper in front of you. Your mind seems to be running so quickly but also somehow not at all? If that was even possible. You just focuses your eyes on the words that were on the paper in front of you and you swore this must've been your fifth time rereading this one sentence, but for some reason your brain just wouldn't put any of it together. None of it was sticking like it should!

You let out an exasperated sigh and rub your eyes and head tiredly. These damn final projects and exams were going to be the death of you. You also thought that if you had to reread this sentence one more time…you may just combust. Your mind just felt like it was bursting at the seams with overwhelming and frustrating thoughts. But alas, that was what exams were all about right?

You take a deep breath and look at your wall for a moment. Your eyes needed to look at something that wasn't a stark white piece of paper, covered in a jumble of words that you for some reason couldn't read or understand. You take a few moments to clear your mind and then you finally look back down at the paper and you reread over the words, this time they somewhat stick.

Your eyes continue to scan over the rest of the article and suddenly your phone is vibrating. You can feel the vibration going through the table and you are snapped out of you trance when you see the contact picture of your boyfriend on the screen of your phone.

You frown. Oh, how you wished that you could answer so badly. What you would give to hear Leon's voice right now but with a sad sigh you decline the call and toss it onto your bed. You couldn't have any distractions…..you had to finish this.

Leon felt his heart pick up just a little bit when you didn't answer his call. He knew that it was normal for people not to answer calls. Everyone had a life, you included so maybe you were just busy. Just for extra measure though, Leon made sure to leave a voice mail, telling you to call him back just so he could check in on you and say hi.

Maybe it was for the best anyways. He knew you had been busy lately studying for finals and he himself was busy with work, so no worries. That's what he tried telling himself.

Though Leon couldn't help it. After the events of Raccoon City, then Spain and so on, he didn't like to leave you alone for too long. He was always calling you, checking in on you, making sure everything was okay and that you didn't need anything. Even now, when he was always busy, he still tried his hardest to make time to just talk to you. To just hear your angelic voice that he adored so much.

But you were busy right now. No problem.

After that he busied himself with looking at files, documents, doing loads and loads of paperwork that practically bored him to death but at least he wasn't getting thrown around or hunted by B.O.W.S or zombies.

Little did Leon know, that right now you were also drowning in boredom.

Later in the day, he was about to go home and he still hadn't hear from you. As much as he tried to reassure himself that you were fine, he felt nervous. Usually you would have called him by now, or at least send him a text saying what you were doing or how you were, but he had gotten nothing from you and it was nearing dinner time.

Right when he got out of work, he immediately grabbed his phone and dialed your number as he made his way out to the parking lot to hop on his bike. He dialed your number and it just rang. You didn't pick up. To Leon, that was a big red flag and he decided that right when he got on his bike, he was gonna stop by your place to make sure you were okay.

He made sure to zoom over to your place as quickly as he could and with baited breath, he parked in your driveway and knocked on your door.

No answer.

He could feel his heart rate quicken as he knocks again and listens for any sounds on the other side. He doesn't hear any movement or talking coming from the other side and even worse, he doesn't hear the television going. It was silent and that did not sit well with him.

Leon didn't bother to knock again. Instead he bent down and lifted up your doorstep mat where he knew you kept the spare key to your house. Leon snatches it off the ground and is quick to unlock your front door and he rushes in, almost forgetting to close your door.

He calls out for you a few times, but there's still no response. That's when his eyes dart around your apartment, searching for signs of maybe a break in, or something gone wrong but everything is fine. Nothing is out of place, nothing seems to be out of the norm so that's when he rushes upstairs.

He opens your bedroom door and freezes. His heart rate is beating practically a mile a minute and he lets out a quiet breath of relief when he sees your smaller form, curled up in your bed fast asleep with numerous plushies and stuffed animals that he had gotten you.

Gosh he was just so worried. What if something happened to you? Or if you had gotten hurt? No…no…its okay, you are okay. You were just sleeping he tells himself. He takes a deep breath and quietly closes the door behind him as he glances at your table.

On your table lays all your project papers and even your laptop that is still halfway open and opened up to a tab that is full of the work that you had been doing all day. No wonder you were practically passed out. Seems like a lot of your energy was used on finishing those stupid exams and projects.

With a sigh he shuts your laptop and glances back at your sleeping form. It made his heart flutter a bit in his chest. You looked beautiful. Stunning even. It was just the raw look of peace on your face as you snoozed away, huddled up in a pile of blankets and stuffed animals. It was all quite adorable and Leon couldn't stop the smile that carved its way onto his face as he stepped a bit closer, slipping out of shoes and sitting them on the floor, next to your bed. He then shrugs off his leather jacket as well and rests against your bedpost.

As quietly as he could, he neared your bed and gently grazed your cheek with his thumb. It was just a little reminder to himself that you were okay and were in fact right there in front of him.

Now as sneakily as Leon can, he pulls away some of the blankets and slowly slips in behind you. You can feel a sudden warmth press up against your back and a big pair of sturdy, strong arms wrap around you from behind and pull you closer. Even in your sleep ridden mind, you know its Leon.

You shuffle a bit, not fully waking up but to where you are half asleep. You turn your body towards Leon and you grasp onto him, nuzzling your face into his neck with a sleepy sigh.

"You sure did tire yourself out, huh sweetheart?" Leon whispers gently. He laughs softly when you give him an airy whine as you nuzzle closer into him.

His hands trail up your back and he runs his fingers through your hair softly. It was moments like these where he just thought everything was perfect.

[kanguin]

You know it deeply saddens me how much of an echo chamber Terfs are in. I'll be on desktop and I'll go into the notes of a post, see a shit take from a blogger with a glowing red username, go to their blog, and it's just. 10-30% normal posts, the rest nonstop Terfarama going on. Click on one blog, and all of a sudden there's a free blacklist the more I scroll through. Like, idk, I do not understand people who can dedicate so much of their life and their free time to hating other people. I hate bigots of all varieties, from your common conservative to the libertarian horde to ecofascists to the common Acolyte of Rowling, but this is the first post I've independently made about them because, I don't know about you, as much as these people actively work to make my life and the lives of people I love miserable, I just generally do not want to think about them in my spare time? Idk, I like being happy, I struggle to be happy, so why would I spend so much of my time dwelling on how unhappy a group of people make me?

But idk, maybe they're just keeping themselves in a different environment than I am. I used to consider Tumblr hellish, but ever since I've started curating my dash through selective following and liberal blocking, it's just been so much more peaceful. I come here now to relax, to hear about global events, and to share interesting posts I find, be they fandom or science or what have you. Life in general is rough as it is, why would I ever want to spend more time dwelling on that reality when that doesn't change anything?

I honestly don't think terfs know nor care that all they're ever going to do is push people away, isolate themselves, alienate the world, and harm the people they care about. They're an interesting hate group, one that isn't solely a group in power at the top punching down, but one that is largely comprised of cis women who are scared and shaken by the pain and suffering inflicted upon them by misogynistic society. But fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to teaming up with all the other people who hate just as strongly as you to feel powerful. But that feeling of power is only ever going to be a feeling. Terfs neuter their capability to effect actual change because instead of actually going after men who abuse their power, instead of nurturing their communities to grow past the need for toxic masculinity and the degradation of women, they direct all of their focus on attacking trans women, policing other women, gaslighting trans men, pushing cis men as far away as possible, and throwing everyone else under the bus to get there.

This is such a stupid strategy that even if trans women were actually secretly men and bioessentialism was true, trans women still wouldn't be men with any actual power because they neither claim masculinity, act it out, benefit from it, nor are welcome among it. Cis men regularly attack and abuse trans women en mass, deny them human rights, and deny them positions of authority. It is so, so apparently clear that trans women are below cis men in the social pecking order, so even if someone is so wrapped up in 8th grade science class biology that they can't see trans women as women, it STILL wouldn't make sense to devote so much of your energy and hate toward a group of people who objectively do not hold any societal power over you instead of the ones that do.

I sincerely hope that this epidemic of faux-feminists who court neonazis when it's convenient for them becomes a footnote in the history book someday. Ace exclusionism was largely nipped in the bud years ago, though there still are some shitheads who've never left it, but I've seen hategroups come and go. This one has had staying power thanks to JKR and other prominent figures championing it alongside the global movement mobilizing against the increased rights of trans people, but it can't last forever. I hope all the blogs I've blocked so full of hate get deleted one day when their owners can't stomach the hate poured into them anymore. It probably won't happen, they'll probably still be here until the site goes under, but I still hope. Everyone is capable of change with the right incentives, so hopefully someday soon it will be more rewarding to love trans women than to hate them.

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ my villain vi ~ dabi

𖤐 part sum: after the events of the other day, you've been reliving some memories, memories of times in your life that either meant the most to you or the polar opposite. a chance encounter with two of your students might also lead you to another confrontation.

𖤐 pairing: dabi x pro hero! female reader

𖤐 part content: trigger warning! mentions of dying/self-neglect. mention of being in hospital. no other warnings aside from that. italics are memories.

𖤐 a/n: oh haii! back again with another part to this series. we're about one or two parts away from having dabi and you confonting, we're almost there! hope you all enjoy the part, catch you in the next work! as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

𖤐 word count: 1.6k

𖤐 links: series masterlist | 《 prev part | next part 》

Birds chirped, breaking the silence around the young male. Today was one of the few days that he spent away from his family, enjoying the welcoming peacefulness of nature."Touya! Look at this!". The sudden intrusion of a loud voice made him blink in confusion, before a blur of colours darted past him.

Skidding to a halt, you hopped on one foot to keep your balance. As quickly as you stopped, you placed your foot down and rocked your feet excitedly as you cupped your hand in front of your chest. Bright smile tugging at your features as you giggled. "I finally learned to control my quirk with my emotions!".

His eyes watched as a smile started to tug at the corner of his lips, overjoyed that you'd finally managed to get a grip of the quirk you had. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead and show me, (n/n)".

Focusing your energy into the palm of your hand, small violet sparks began appearing, slowly turning into a steady purple flame. A few seconds later, the flame grew, starting to dance as a proud smile appeared on your face, the fire reacting to your happy state. "See! When I'm happy, it grows like that, it's dancing! I'm finally learning, Touya".

Shutting off your quirk, you let out a pleased squeal as your body was lifted, and everything around you spun in a blur. Your arms wrapped around the neck of the white-haired male who had picked you up. "I'm so proud of you, (n/n)! You're getting there! You'll make a fantastic hero one day".

You looked into turquoise eyes, taking a moment to enjoy the calmness behind them. "Thank you for believing in me, Tou. You'll always be my biggest supporter, and I'll be yours".

Gripping the barrier in front of you, you let a soft sigh pass your lips. You'd gone for a stroll, only to find yourself in an all too familiar park that brought back memories. Memories of a time when it was you and Toyuya against the world, the one person you thought you'd lost for good.

At least that's what you thought until the other day. It was safe to say you felt like your whole world had been turned on its head. Now you didn't know what to think anymore. What to make of the person he'd become. Why did he have to choose their side? The side of the part of society that was the polar opposite of what you were.

It was pointless, no matter how much you tried to answer your own questions, you knew the one person who would be able to answer them wouldn't talk so easily. You knew for a fact that the raven-haired villain would never spill anything to you due to your obvious status.

A status that the pair of you had thrived for, for so long at one point.

Letting your eyes close once more, you shook your head to free your mind from the plaguing questions, memories and anything else that wanted to rear its ugly head to you at that moment.

After sucking in a breath and letting it out, you opened your eyes and pushed yourself off the barrier, making your way back home. The sights, smells and sounds that surrounded you helped you forget your worries.

out of everything going on in your life right now, you were thankful that the smallest of things still remained normal for you.

"Hey, (l/n), are you sure you're okay? You don't look so good, and it's quite concerning". You were usually a bright and outgoing teenager, but now, you were a shadow of your former self. Everyone could see the impact of Touya leaving on you, and it broke them more than you cared to realise.

Your eyes were now dull, and your skin pale in colour. You started to keep yourself hidden away whenever you could, refusing to socialise with anyone. Your school and home life took the full impact of the events, and your depression slowly started to corrupt everything around you.

Seconds felt like minutes. Minutes felt like hours. Hours felt like days. Days felt like weeks. Weeks felt like years.

Everyone tried, but no one could break through your walls. They were impenetrable, even for your parents, and that hurt them; they didn't want to lose their daughter.

The soothing yet distressing beeping of machines rang through your ears, as the whiteness of the walls became an all too familiar sight for you. Your body was slowly shutting down, each organ wanting to give up this feeble fight.

If you didn't pull together soon, you'd be placed on life support, eventually having it turned off as you were pronounced dead. "Sweetheart, please. Please listen to us". A hand gripped yours and squeezed tightly, desperation and hurt amongst the emotions that the person holding onto yours felt.

"We don't want to lose you. You've dreamed of becoming a hero for so long. Please don't throw it away, we beg you, just fight". Staring ahead, you blinked slowly, painfully slowly, as if you had almost forgotten how to for a brief second.

Your parents were right, and you knew it. You'd always dreamed of being a hero for as long as you could remember. Saving people while being kickass and handing out some well-deserved justice to some villains who thought they were above you.

However, since Touya had disappeared, you'd neglected yourself to the literal point of either life or death, teetering as if you were ready to fall into the latter of those sides. "Touya-".

The hand squeezed yours again, this time harder than it had previously. "I know darling, become a hero for him as well. We know how much becoming a hero meant to the two of you. Do it for you both, he wouldn't want you throwing your dream away now, would he?".

Walking the busy street, you sighed quietly to yourself. You couldn't quite tell if it was in frustration or relief, but you didn't care right now. The chatter and noise from everyone around you were a welcome distraction. You needed to not ponder on your thoughts; you'd be your own worst enemy if you kept going.

Things had been so chaotic lately that the weird normality of the street was a welcome change. "Oh, look, it's Miss (l/n)!". The sudden loudness of the voice made you stop, causing you to bump into a couple of passers-by. Offering a quick apology, you turned and looked around, your eyes eventually falling on two of your students. "Ah, Midoriya, Todoroki. It's nice to see you both. Is there anything I can do for you?".

Rubbing his arm in embarrassment, your green-haired student kept quiet before looking at you. "I was wondering if you could go through some training techniques with me when we're at school? That's if you have time, I don't want~".

Smiling softly, you waved your hand to halt his talking, nodding your head. "Of course! After all, I said I'd help you all whenever and however I can. How about we go somewhere quieter, then we can talk better?".

Looking to the other student beside him, you tilted your head slightly as you began to turn around. "-Are you coming as well, Todoroki? I'm sure Midoriya will be thankful for the support from a classmate".

Looking up, the dual-haired male kept quiet for a moment, unsure of how to answer, before he nodded slightly. "Sure".

"And you see, that's where I get stuck, I know I should be using my legs. I've gotten Iida to show me some stuff, but we've come to a block after so long. What works for him doesn't work for me most of the time". Tapping your finger against your chin, you hummed in thought. This had to be one of the hardest things about being a teacher, trying to come up with something that could help him a little better than what he was currently doing.

"Okay, so I would still be doing your full-body workouts as they're important for your core and arm strength, but we should throw some leg-focusing ones in there. Ones that are tailored specifically to your needs. If you leave it with me, I'll draw something up for you and then we can go over it in more detail during class".

Both your students smiled happily in agreement and nodded before chatting about various things. Mostly amongst themselves as you looked on, a small smile on your face as an occasional laugh sounded, unaware of the two sets of eyes watching your every move from the alley opposite.

"You know, I can see why you're so fascinated, she's pretty. Maybe I could bloody her later, she'd look so much more beautiful than she does right now". The glee in the voice from the thought of your blood made the other figure roll their eyes, looking at the other with slight disgust. "Lay one finger on her and I'll burn you to ashes in an instant, no second chances or thoughts on my end. Got it?".

And they meant it, every word.

Just because the two of you were worlds apart in terms of your status didn't mean they wanted you to be hurt by their so-called associates, especially ones who loved to play with knives. After the events of the other day, they'd found themselves falling deeper, even if they tried to brush it off.

"I got it, yeesh, you're no fun at all". The tone of the voice turned to disappointment in an instant; they only wanted to make you look prettier, and the not-so-fun and stoic one had to ruin it. Instead, they took the joy of watching your movements and smiles.

Eyes watched you for the rest of the day until they grew bored and returned to their hideout, no doubt planning on how to see you once more.

An event that happened sooner than you thought possible.

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[sombra-conlangs]

Conlang year 2025 · Day 1 - 4

I decided to try out @quothalinguist's conlang year, it is basically a series of daily prompts that guide you through the process of creating a new language, by the end of the year you will end up with a conlang that is developed enough to participate in relays and lexember, you can find it on quothalinguist.com

It looks like conlang year is mostly geared towards creating languages that are naturalistic and evolved from a proto-language, and the concept I have for this is not going to really fit into that, you'll see why once I start describing it, but I don't imagine that'll be too much of an issue, it's still useful to have a guide for the different aspects of the language I should focus on. I'll try to adapt the prompts to work with my idea and I guess I'll skip the ones that I can't figure out how to adapt.

I'll be combining many prompts together into single posts for convenience, I'll tag these posts as both #Conlang year and #Conlang year 2025 so you can search those in my blog to see them all if you want (once I name the language I will also add it to the tags, but the language doesn't have a name yet).

If you want to see all of the information from these posts compiled into one place I will be adding all of the information about the conlang I create on my website: tekseni.bearblog.dev

Day 1: Set an intention for your language

(warning: this gets a bit heavy, but I try not to make it too dour)

I haven't been feeling great lately, I won't go into details, I'll just say that it can be difficult to manage your emotions when the world seems to be in such a terrible state, living through historical events is not easy.

“I wish it need not have happened in my time,” said Frodo. “So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

I know there's some people who say you have to be constantly staying informed on every bit of news because if you don't you're a bad person, but that's not a sustainable way to live. It's important for us to keep ourselves sane, if you're going to help others through turbulent times you have to make sure you have your own feet on firm ground. I won't be of much help if I'm having a crisis, so taking care of my own mental health is important, and for many of us that can include a bit of escapism and using art as an outlet, using art as motivation to keep going and enjoy life despite the circumstances. This conlang is my escapism.

With all of that being said, here's my 2 main goals for this conlang:

1: I want this language to make me smile

I want to create something that helps me to find some beauty and hope in the world, I want the choices I make with the language to make me smile, and I want to be able to have fun while working on it, without having to worry too much about how naturalistic it is or anything like that, so ideally I'd also avoid comparing this to other conlangs.

If we compare this to visual art, I'd say this is less like trying to create an awesome painting with perfect perspective, colors and composition, and it's more like me doodling in a sketchbook that is meant primarily for me, but I also want to share it with others in case they find it to be at least mildly interesting or it helps inspire them in some way.

It's not like my other conlangs don't bring me joy, I guess what I'm trying to say is that this time I will try to design the language without worrying about things like naturalism or trying too hard to make my worldbuilding interesting or deep, it's just a canvas where I can throw paint and let myself go wild, trying out things I normally wouldn't, and making choices based on my personal preferences instead of what I think I "should" do, so I guess that makes this is a personal language.

2: This is going to be a surrealistic conlang

I have already decided who the speakers of my language will be, I'll elaborate more in the following prompts but I currently call them "dream angels" because they're basically benevolent beings that exist in the world of dreams, and because of this I want to try my hand at making a surrealistic conlang, @dedalvs wrote an essay on fiat lingua about what such a language might look like, and I keep coming back to it every now and then because I love the concept.

Even before that essay was posted I remember thinking of what conlangs might look like if they were inspired by different art movements, and a surrealistic one fits particularly well into the dream world idea, it will also allow me to fulfill my first goal fairly easily; making something that makes me smile without having to worry about naturalism and letting myself experiment. I've always been drawn to surrealism for one reason or another, not entirely sure why but I know this is something I'm excited to work on.

I'm not expecting this to be the best surrealistic conlang out there, but it doesn't have to be, it just has to be fun for me, and it will work as a learning experience regardless, so if I want to try again at some point I will have a better idea of how to approach it. I'm sure someone out there will make an amazing surrealistic conlang one day and I'll be excited to see it when it happens.

Day 2: Set an intention for sharing your language

Basically the main audience is me, I hope that future me will be able to look at all the different translations, grammar choices and vocabulary I made and feel like it's a fun language that still brings me some joy in some way or another, even if I don't keep working on it for much longer after the conlang year has ended at least I hope it was a positive experience.

I also want to share the language online (on this blog and on my conlang website) mostly because I'm hoping that at least one person is going to look at my conlang and feel inspired, or maybe it will make them smile too, so I'm going to try to describe all the features in a way that is understandable for other conlangers.

Day 3: Determine your speakers and conworld

The basic idea is that there is another plane of existence, one we can't see when we're awake, and the world where dreams exist is connected to this other realm, so when we dream we sometimes come into contact with the ethereal beings that speak this language, and they are kind and loving.

The dream angels usually don't interfere with human affairs too much, but they sometimes help us by making nightmares go away and soothing the people they see, at least while the people are asleep (since they can't interact with us outside of dreams).

They also shift the way they speak to be a bit more familiar to the person they're encountering, so I imagine the phonology of their language might shift a bit from its default form depending on what your native language is, the language would still be unintelligible to you but it would sound a bit like someone speaking your L1 in a weird way (which also means that it will be easier for you to pronounce the language if you are able to speak back at them because you will at least get to use sounds you already know how to pronounce, though you're welcome to pronounce it in its original form).

These beings are very surreal in their appearance, there's probably different types of dream angels but the ones I'll be working with are kind of like a mix of various sea creatures, drifting through space peacefully, building all sorts of things and admiring the nature that exists in their world.

I imagine their settlements are built on floating islands full of all sorts of critters and nature, and their world as a whole is probably a bit weird and doesn't always seem to follow logical rules, in keeping with the kind of things you see in dreams, so they might look a bit like something you'd see in an M.C. Escher artwork, where you're not exactly sure what you're looking at, but it has a certain beauty to it.

Day 4: Describe (or design) your speakers

And finally here's a picture I drew of a prototypical dream angel:

They might look a bit intimidating or scary to you, but I chose to take inspiration mostly from various sea creatures because they help to convey this kind of ethereal and weirdly beautiful aesthetic, when I look at jellyfish I often wonder how those are living beings that exist in our world, they look more like they're inanimate objects drifting in the water and yet they're alive, and they're so mesmerizing and fascinating, like a living nebula.

I imagine different dream angels would have different characteristics, but in general they're basically like some sort of jellyfish with 3 main tentacle-like appendages, many thin tendrils, 6 insect-like arms, 6 little wings (because it makes them look a bit more angelic lol) and they have one eye, but no human has ever seen their eyes because it is always covered by something, in this case it's a butterfly, but whatever is covering their eye it does not prevent them from seeing, this is the dream world after all.

I think there might be other types of dream angels, and they're all able to speak a human-like language because they don't need a mouth to speak, they just telepathically send sounds to other beings, so the speakers of my language will be characterized by being similar to sea creatures, perhaps there's other dream angels that are more similar to other types of animals, or inanimate objects, maybe some are just completely out there and don't even look like anything we're familiar with as humans. By the way if you feel inspired to design your own dream angels go ahead! I think it'd be nice if I was able to inspire creativity in others with my work.

I'm also choosing to use a human-pronounceable phonology because I enjoy pronouncing the words and sentences of my conlangs, but perhaps at some other point I will make a different register of the language that uses different noises as phonemes, maybe sounds of water and nature, or maybe something like one of those really peaceful synths, after all their phonology is not limited by their physiology or even things like logic.

But anyway that's it for now, I feel a bit vulnerable putting myself out there so much, this feels a bit more personal than my other conlangs I've shared, it's not like a regular fantasy worldbuilding project or a fanlang or an a posteriori language, this one is very out there and weird, but again I want to share it in case other people find it interesting, and hey, we need more examples of surrealistic conlangs, so I'm more than happy to contribute to that.

[nthspecialll]

Welcome!

Hello there! Welcome to my blog, please call me Alex, I use they/she, I am queer asexual, and autistic (yes professionally diagnosed). This is just a place for me to nerd about analyses, theories and random thoughts I have about Red Dead Redemption, that said I did not make rdr so I can naturally make mistakes or simply not know about some interactions. I seek as much information as I can but I am human, not a machine. I am an adult but seeing as this is just theories and doesn’t contain stuff you wouldn't already have encountered in the games already, everyone are welcome!

I am always open to discuss a theory or take if you disagree but I will delete hate comments and potentially block :)

I encourage asks! I think they are so fun to answer no matter if they are just statments or requests for posts. Any ask that requires research may take a day or two to answer through.

I have another account where I mainly post camp interactions/random events and so on seeing as I have hundreds recorded, that can be found here @nthinteractions.

I also write fan fiction, are they good? No, but I have fun with them when have to force myself out of writer's block (I normally write oc books), you can find me on tumblr here, or on ao3 here (It is fairly new so some stories might be missing.) Should I mention English is not my first language? Djdj, I hope someone gets that joke.

I also have a tiktok where I post edits! That can be found here or you can search nth._special on tiktok :3

Don't know where to start with my content? Here are some of my favourites!

Glorification of Arthur Morgan

Dutch and John's relation and their downfall

Reverend vs Sister

The end of the tripe

Arthur left out

Settling the Javier gun debate

Kieran was not a stablehand with the O'Driscolls.

The inequality of the gang

Dutch reflected in Evelyn Miller's writing

Misinterpretation of Javier

Jamie's attempted suicide

Abigail and Beecher's Hope

"I'm your man" Dutch analysis

Javier and John encounter in rdr1

Arthur and disabled people

Abigail’s reasoning for leaving John

Dutch's title as a saviour and his early life

Bill Williamson shaped by an army knife

The forgotten daughter

The lines underneath text means it is a link!! You might also see it in my posts, it will often be likes to videos, sources or further explanations!

I also have two hashtags, #nthspecialll, where you will find all of my posts, not any reposts and #nthspecialll asks where you can find all the asks given to me. You can either search "#nthspecialll"/"nthspecialll asks" with tumblr's profile search tool so you can find all posts on my profile with those hashtags, or going down and clicking them in this post's hashtag, however you might risk someone else having used them :D

Have fun with my weird little brainworms and if you want to hear my thoughts on something, DM or ask me! I am always open.

Also no, Dutch isn't my favourite character but he is really fun to analyse.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hello! I love your writing! I'm absolutely thrilled I found your blog, I am a fanatic for your danganronpa writing.

I was wondering if I could request HC's for fuyuhiko, Ryoma, and kazuichi(separate) with a S/O who is ishimaru's younger half sister(like year or so younger), and despite being very different, ishimaru and S/O are very close. How would the three cope with Ishimaru's bullshit, because there's no way he isn't incredibly intrusive on their relationship. This has been on my mind for awhile, honestly.

-🧱Anon

Thank you! Glad you enjoyed my DR writings. It's good to be back after a few years <3

I got a few ideas from the UTDP game bc while it's not canon I adore the short interactions Taka had with these three

.....

Fuyuhiko

For the young yakuza..it felt strange having a normal relationship as most highschoolers did.

But somehow you made it work, although there were hurdles you had to overcome to even get close to him in the first place.

Gaining his and Peko's trust was the first step, which meant not being perturbed by his fiery attitude and her protective nature, and actually getting to talk to him one-on-one.

He's surprised that all of his insults didn't drive you away, although he remembers you've got the blood of the Ishimaru family running through your veins; you're stubborn as hell and not one to back down from a challenge.

Even if the challenge was to befriend a guy who basically told you to "fuck off" every other day.

When you two finally became friends and eventually start dating months later, he wondered if you had any enemies who saw your grandfather's downfall as a disgrace and still hold onto that same resentment towards his kin...

But you reassure him that's the least of his concerns.

And he didn't have to worry about gaining your father's approval, which confused him a lot--since he was in the police force and surely wouldn't like hearing about his daughter dating a notorious clan leader.

Imagine Fuyuhiko's surprise when you tell him that it's your older half-brother, Kiyotaka, that he should be worried about.

"Wait...the hall monitor guy? You two are related????"

That's never occurred to him until now, but you don't blame him for it.

Despite having similar physical traits, you two had vastly different personalities. Taka was louder, more strict, and some would even call him a self-righteous nuisance, while you stayed your honest and true self, keeping a levelhead and knowing that there's more to life than just studies (although you try to prioritize them whenever necessary).

You both believe in working hard to achieve what your hearts desire, and because you share that same goal, you were close and even ran the public morals committee together.

So when you finally introduce your boyfriend to Taka, he immediately wants to know what his intentions are.

If anything, he's worried about the ramifications of you dating a yakuza, wanting to know if you'll be safe, if it'll affect your duties/studies, etc. etc.

Even though Peko had sworn to protect you both from threats, Taka still has his concerns.

He acts very overbearing, and after a few weeks it comes to a head when you and Fuyuhiko are just taking a break from an event, only for Taka to storm over and express disappointment and claiming he's a "bad influence" for apparently "dragging" you away from your responsibilities.

Before you could defend yourself, your bf does so--in his own hotheaded way, of course.

"It was HER choice to take a fucking break, dude. Would it kill you to back off a little??? You'll be fine without her for a few minutes. God. I can't believe you're related to this guy, [y/n]..."

That struck a nerve in Taka, as he excuses himself to go sulk somewhere--to which you leave to comfort him while Fuyuhiko is still brimming with irritation.

Eventually, though, he does some reflection and realizes maybe he was being kind of a dick....so he finds you two and apologizes, admitting he was frustrated and just wanted to be viewed as "normal" for once.

Fortunately your half-brother forgives him on the spot, promising to step back and let your relationship thrive without his constant intrusion.

Ryoma

The former tennis pro took a risk falling in love with you, obviously due to his past and reputation as a prisoner who once faced death row.

After realizing you were part of the Ishimaru family who still had unpaid debts spanning generations, he wanted to protect you at all costs, often worried day and night that someone's gonna come along to "collect" that debt.

Considering what happened to his last girlfriend, his fears were understandable, but you reassured him that you had no known enemies.

One day, he's surprised when you tell him your half-brother wanted to meet him--although that was better than meeting your father who was in the police force.

Taka was quick to figure out you were dating someone and requested a meeting, wanting to make sure this guy was good to you and didn't distract you from your studies/talent-related duties.

You mentioned ahead of time that Ryoma used to be in prison, but he firmly believes in people redeeming themselves and working hard to become good members of society again if they wanted to. So he didn't seem too worried.

But the meeting ends up turning into more of an interrogation.

Your boyfriend barely gets to say "hey" before he's scolded for having a cigarette in his mouth---only for him to reveal that it's candy---and then get another reprimand for having said candy on school grounds.

You defend him like "bro please, he's trying to overcome an addiction", and for a moment Taka settles down.

But then he goes on to ask why he'd keep reminders of his criminal past with him (the iron cuff on his leg and the prison jumpsuit), wondering why he's not dressed like his Ultimate at all.

Ryoma made the mistake of saying he gave that up.

Taka's horrified at the notion that somebody would just "throw away" their talent after working their whole life to achieve such a title.

He asks why he'd willingly destroy his own future--to which your boyfriend finally gets fed up with all the questions, responding that he shouldn't be judging the choices of somebody he barely knows before walking off.

You leave to talk with Ryoma sometime later, apologizing for Taka's behavior and explaining that he could be insensitive at times, and just needed help understanding other people's perspectives.

He admits he might've lashed out, feeling jealous of your half-brother's fighting spirit that continued to persevere despite facing such a huge tragedy in his family.

He himself wishes he had that same spark, even though you pointed out that their circumstances were highly different.

Eventually, him and Taka are able to have a mature conversation, with Ryoma explaining how he was in an extremely dark place and lost a lot of people he loved, going to prison just for trying to avenge them.

He didn't think life was worth living anymore until you showed up and gave him a reason to keep going, helping him enjoy tennis again. Even if it's just a ping pong match every once in a while.

He promised Taka--from one man to another--that he'll be nothing but good to you and will prove it.

He's ready for him to say that was a "poor excuse" for giving up his talent and committing crime...

But instead Taka just starts bawling, moved by his will to live again and revive his talent.

"Cool your jets, man.." Ryoma gets flustered. "I didn't say I'd go back to being pro overnight."

"Bu....But I-I am touched by your story!! And here I was, making horrible assumptions about your life and your intentions with my sister! Forgive me!"

When you show up, he profusely apologizes for scrutinizing your partner, now knowing the full story and deciding to put his trust in him from there on.

Of course he might bug you two about studying and not engage in pda so much, but you both try ignoring it.

If you ever expressed annoyance about it, Ryoma says that while he agrees sometimes, you shouldn't take it for granted.

Kazuichi

They've shared passing glances in the halls, with Taka completely disapproving Kazuichi's "uniform" and outlandish style, trying to convince him to change.

But the Ultimate Mechanic, immature as ever, just mocks him and calls him a "nerd" before running away from the angry Ultimate Moral Compass--coincidentally finding you, his partner of one month.

Somehow, he doesn't know Taka is your half-brother, even with the distinct red eyes and eyebrows that ran in the family and the fact that you were co-leader of the public morals committee.

You reveal that to him after he's done explaining why he looked so scared....and his eyes turn to saucers.

"H-He's...your BROTHER??? But you two act nothing alike!!"

"Half-Brother, Kazuichi." You correct. "We share the same dad."

"Huh? Same dad....different mom?"

"......"

"Ohhhhhh, okay now I can see the resemblance-"

"Well..no shit! How was it not obvious from the start?!"

"AH! Y-You yell just like him, too!" He squeaks, terrified.

But now he understood why Taka always seemed to be watching you two, assuming he was jealous that some "sleazy" guy like him could get a date.

Nope. You just have an overprotective family member.

Taka had little trouble finding you both, and things get even more awkward when you explain to him that the pink-haired troublemaker who always called him a nerd was your boyfriend.

That goes about as well as you expected.

"[Y/n], as part of the Ishimaru family, we're expected to hold ourselves to the highest standards! And that goes for anything in your personal life! Including relationships! So please tell me what you see in this unkempt gentleman and his countless dress code violations!!"

"Shit. What're you, her dad??" Kazuichi gets defensive fast. "You need to chill, dude. [Y/n] doesn't mind my style. She digs it!"

"...well uh..." You sweat a little, already sensing your half-brother's disappointment.

After that incident, Taka's gonna have your relationship with the mechanic under a microscope for quite some time.

He hoped you'd set a good example, and maybe help him change his attire to look more appealing and mature--or at the very least convince him to wash his jumpsuit.

You too once thought Kaz was always up to no good, considering how much he bothered Sonia and whatnot, until you got to learn that deep down he felt insecure and undesirable, his appearance only being that way because it made him feel somewhat more confident in himself.

So you gave him a chance to prove he could be a good partner.

And you don't regret it, as he's been the sweetest guy ever--building mechanical trinkets to decorate your dorm with and letting you study instruction manuals so you could ask questions and get him passionate about his talent.

Given the longstanding banter between him and Taka, proving to the latter that he's treating you well was going to be a challenge.

"Seriously, what do you see in that guy, [y/n]?"

"He makes me laugh, Taka."

[honeyhonest]

A little idea for the Eric Venue lovers hanging around the blog (myself included).

So you meet Eric just like at the event, but nothing different happens (because you don't want to die at Vil's hands), and you don't hear from the man again until now...

For an inserted reason here, you and Grim are in a new city and you don't know the exact location of a place you're looking for. After walking for a while, a limo pulls up in front of you, and OMG! It's Eric! He was just cruising around the city until he saw you. "I can recognize my son's little friends," he says. Since he's familiar with the city, he offers to help you by giving you a ride in his limo. Grim is enchanted by the luxurious vehicle and everything inside, while you're more interested in chatting with Eric. He asks questions about how and why you're in the city, you answer, and slowly you start to chat more confidently about various topics until you reach your destination. Unfortunately, Eric receives an urgent message from work. "It was so much fun being with you guys. Here's my number if you need anything else, or if you just want to chat." (You also give him yours since he asked for it.) You say your goodbyes, and after that, you don't need his help anymore.

Back at NRC, you realize you've saved your friend's dad's number. What are you supposed to do with that? It would be weird if you contacted him. He only gave you his number in case you needed help that day. Maybe he'll see you as a crazy fan if you contact him just to talk. But only a few days pass until you get a text from Eric. What a Nice surprise!

"Hey, pretty one. How was your day? :)"

It turns out he was really looking forward to talking to you because he liked you.

And that's all I could come up with. Sorry if it's too generic and boring orz

-Neo

I'M NORMAL I'M NORMAL

I've always thought it strange to have the personal numbers of unrelated older men (teachers, bosses, etc) and this is just that but sexy

ugh the. thinking that it would be weird to text him because he only gave you his number for emergencies, right? I mean, he did say you could chat, but he was just saying that to be nice. right? and then this. forming a relationship with your classmate's old ass dad over text messages. no one knows. no one would know. when you smile at your phone or when you hurry to answer the bzzz of your notifications, no one assumes that it's eric fucking venue. and it's just. ugh.

maybe at first you think he's trying to get information out of you. he seemed rightly worried about his son not making friends, and vil is so private he just doesn't talk about personal things with his father, it'd make sense. but eric asks about you. your interests, your hobbies, your job slaving away for crowley, how was your day? have you eaten yet? let him send you some money so you can get something nice, it's the least he can do!

if anything, he seems to avoid talking about vil

it's so perverse, but so innocent, like obviously there's nothing actually wrong with it but you should absolutely not be having this kind of personal friendship with your friend's dad. you can't even look at vil some days, like what would he think of you if he knew you and his father had inside jokes??? if he knew that eric insisted on sending you money and wouldn't take it back?? oh and also the clothes and the cosmetics and whatever else from work. "they would've been thrown out anyway, you're really doing me a favor" which is not true and you know it, but you don't fight him

maybe over time the outfits he sends over get fancier, more expensive, more revealing, more suited to his tastes, and when you say that you just don't have anywhere to wear them, he suggests you wear them at home. he'd be willing to appreciate them, if you're willing to send a few pictures

[santae-salt]

Seeing those "stop the negativity" post inspired me: let's try and put this into perspective. This is a beta site, and just at the top of my head, this is the "negativity" that these anons want us to stop talking about:

- The Story and News Post are bad: It's an accessibility nightmare, numerous people have said it's difficult to read due to color shifts, the formatting, etc. there's to many, it's overwhelming. It's boring, and new players will have to backread far to much to understand the site lore.

- The use of AI: there are not enough updates and transparency about the progress of AI assets being updated, it feels like the site is actively trying to hide the fact it's used AI via unpinning the AI megathread, many believe that it should be more of a priority then what it is, it makes certain users feel like CJ doesn't really care about the AI usage- which goes back to the hiding AI. There are also accusations of the writing being done with AI as well.

- The website is to demanding. There's too many events, without enough time for people who can't spend all day on the website to actually get things. Everything is way to grindy, it takes to long to complete, and the nightmare pvp shopping makes all of this worse, you're fighting other players to get the supplies to do this nightmare grind. It shouldn't take 2-3 hours to get through this all, it leaves no time to play other aspects of the game, no time to get resources, nothing- especially when events are so often. It leads to mass burnout, and strong feelings of FOMO. Cj often uses the "no retirement" policy as a reason people can't feel FOMO- which shuts down the conversation, and ignores the core issues.

- The cash shop: this game is in beta, but to many items- especially collection items- can only be obtained with the cash shop or freemiun currency. Adoption certificates and Name certificates can only be obtained with the cash shop or the freemiun currency- which takes to long to get, as sandust items are to expensive and regular site activities don't reward enough to get all the cash shop items fast enough. Again, cash grabby.

- CJ is unprofessional, catty, and dismissive- to the point certain players are nervous to share their thoughts and criticisms on site, and they feel like those thoughts and concerns would be ignored anyways. He has left rude, dismissive comments on forum suggestions, and often it seems like it just... Missed the point, and he will argue why things shouldn't be changed- even though we're in Beta. That's the entire point of us.

- Ember is... Ember. Admittedly, I don't know much with Ember, I've only had good interactions with him, but there are screenshots of him being unprofessional in chat, and his coding skills need some work, from what I understand?

- Loot Boxes: I have not forgotten about this. CJ said there wouldn't be any loot boxes and less then a week later, introduced a loot box. We all know the shady techniques used by lootboxes to prey on children, people with mental health issues, addiction problems, etc. There has been no transparency about the supposed solution to this, but allegedly staff was discussing one? This got such backlash, we should have got an apology, anykind of anything to show the community was heard, and it won't happen again, however, considering how dismissive CJ was during the entire thing, I'm not sure.

- Accessibility in general: players have wanted accessibility options, and these are being added to various things around the site- this is good. However, there has been some concerns about how accessibility should have been thought about sooner rather then later. I can only hope accessibility will be considered less of an afterthought in the future.

This is the "negativity" on this blog- real, genuine criticism of the website, that players do not feel safe sharing on the actual site, because it gets shut down or ignored. If staff listened to us, then this salt blog could have normal salt blog things- instead of being used as a safe place to put our concerns and feedback about the website.

like, let's get real, we all realize how weird that is, right? That so many don't feel safe to put feedback as beta testers on the website, because we don't want to be shut down, we can't be silenced here, and we're not even sure there's a point because we get ignored so often?

Anyways, sorry for the long post- I'm certain I missed some stuff! Rather it's other things entirely or criticism of the things above... This site is in Beta, god.

☁️

[sleeplesssmol]

Reverse 1999 Analysis: Why did Jessica go with Vertin in the Green Lake event?

Note: This was originally an Ask but I feel like posts are easier to find in my messy blog. Also I can fix typos and make edits when new information comes out!

The answer to this lies in Blonney and Vertin’s proposals to Jessica. Blonney offered her a life as a human where she’d be forced to hide and Vertin offered a life as an arcanist where she can embrace her true self. The Green Lake event builds up to this conclusion in subtle ways more noticeable in hindsight. The main theme of the event is embracing your true self. This applies to Jessica as much as it applies to Blonney.

From the beginning of the event, we see how the humans treat Blonney. With limited access to the outside world, this gives Jessica her first impression of humans beyond Green Lake. They belittle and tease Blonney. In Jessica's eyes, Blonney is the most amazing person she knows (not that she knows many) and she still gets treated this way. Not only that but Blonney resented her arcanist blood because of this mistreatment.

If someone as amazing as Blonney is being rejected by humans, what hope could a Changeling like Jessica have fitting in? Instead, Jessica would rather make Green Lake a place they can be happy together. She expresses no desire to see the outside world.

Later, she meets Vertin and the others. She notes they are different from the people she normally deals with. They are arcanists who embrace their roots and the weirdness that comes with it. As the story goes on, the team falls into “roles”. Tooth Fairy is the mediator. Sonetto is the one who gets stuff done. Horrorpedia is an information bank. Vertin is the problem solver who puts all the information together with Horrorpedia's help.

While Jessica was acting the entire time, the team's reactions are genuine. Vertin being the emotional support after she kills the butcher and asking her what her wishes are later are genuine acts of kindness. Jessica even mentions she's grown to like Vertin when they are talking about wishes. This is important because while Blonney is lying to herself throughout the event (hating horror movies, denying her heritage, etc) everyone else has been straightforward and honest (too much in Horrorpedia’s case).

Then we have the ending. What makes Blonney and Vertin's proposals different?

It starts here:

Blonney tries to bargain with her without truly understanding the problem. Jessica explains that in the time Blonney was away she grew up and changed. She doesn't want to wait anymore.

Here Blonney tries again, making an offer she may not be able to uphold (parents). She lists a bunch of things she likes to do to try and convince Jessica but Jessica had a taste of the outside through Blonney's colleagues. Jessica brings up the fact one day her true form will be revealed and she'll be treated like a freak. She also doesn't understand a lot of the things Blonney is bringing up. Overall the proposal feels flimsy. Blonney is not only saying these things to try and escape. She truly wants Jessica to be happy too but she doesn't know how to accomplish this. Also, while Jessica loves Blonney a lot, it doesn’t negate the fact that up to this point Blonney has been in denial about a lot of things (though she shows a lot of growth). If Blonney doesn’t believe in her own words, how can Jessica?

Vertin tries another route with similar intentions. She walks Jessica through why it wouldn't work because even if she stayed, things would get stale for Jessica. Keeping people here is not the key to her happiness, it only numbs her loneliness.

Vertin the problem solver addresses her fears of rejection, loneliness, and boredom. After this, she brings up the crazy things she's seen around the world to entice her interest. She is not using discos or malls to convince Jessica, but instead the dreams she has of music, meadows, and arcanist tomfoolery. She is offering her the life of an arcanist not the life of a human like Blonney did. Blonney is beginning to embrace her heritage, but she still has that human lifestyle etched into her persona. The things she offered are more associated with humanity than arcanum.

Then Vertin says this:

She promised to give what she can offer. There are no grandiose claims like Jessica who thinks she can be everything someone needs or Blonney who wants to offer things but she doesn't have the means to realize them. Vertin is offering to do what she can. That is also why she is the only one able to make a promise. I don't even think Jessica used the word "promise" when she was making her offers meaning there is extra weight behind the word in her eyes. In Vertin’s department, she can truly be herself without fear of rejection or feeling like a monster.

Note: Jen and Jess are gay af for each other. I don't think Jess choosing to go with Vertin invalidates her love for Jen. Jennifer needs to come to the Suitcase once she graduates! Jess couldn't go to her, but she can come to Jess. It all works out!

[masterjedilenawrites]

All I Want for Christmas

Clone x Reader Life Day Exchange 2023

My gift is for the lovely @anxiouspineapple99! Hope you enjoy, and have a wonderful Christmas! 🎁❤️💚

Please go check out the @cloneficgiftexchange blog for all the other contributions to this great event! Fics are being posted all throughout today (12/16). Spread the love for fandom writers/creators by reblogging!

Fives x fem!reader | 2.8k words

Content: fluff, Christmas themes, snuggling for warmth, confessions, friends to lovers

Prompts: "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list." & "All I want for Christmas is you."

It was a crisp and windy night, though you wouldn't feel the effects of the cold right away. Your eagerness for the evening's activities would fill you with enough warmth for a short while, as would the enjoyable company of your best friend, Fives.

You were surrounded by many friends and clones, a group of you who tried as often as possible to celebrate the year's holidays together. This year, not everyone would be on planet when Christmas Day came around, but you'd all managed to find a night earlier in the month to come together and exchange gifts, share good food, and, as you were about to do now, walk around the neighborhoods to admire the lights.

And while you loved all your friends dearly, it was Fives who you'd been most eager to see. You felt closest to him the most. You seemed to understand each other so well, falling into step right where you'd last left off, as if he hadn't been gone for the past several months. As if there hadn't been whispers that his unit had fallen under attack and may not be coming home this time, leaving you numb with worry. As if you hadn't realized you were in love with him when you heard he would come back after all, safe and sound.

"What the hell is that?" he laughed beside you as you passed by a house that seemed to be quite normal.

"What's what?" You gazed around but could only see the standard set up of dazzling lights and festive lawn ornaments.

Fives wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pointed to two reindeer decorations... that were stacked rather suggestively on top of one another. "That."

You could only momentarily process how close he was, how warm you felt being held like that, before you fell into sync with his laughter. It was a pretty funny thing to come across, especially as Fives began to muse whether the owners of the house set it up that way on purpose or if they were pranked. Either scenario was humorous. He then insisted on taking a photo of you with the indecent display in the background.

Though your laughter over the reindeer had warmed you up, the moment you two spent over it caused you to fall behind the rest of the group. You could no longer see them on the street, nor could you hear their lively sounds of chatter.

"They must have turned that corner up there," Fives said as you two started walking again. He was no longer holding you but was walking alongside you a little closer than before. Or, at least that's what it felt like. Maybe you were just imagining it.

There was a little bit of silence as you passed by the next brightly lit house and admired it. But Fives wasn't one to keep quiet for too long.

"So, what do you want for Christmas?" he asked.

You forced your gaze away from the pretty lights to look at him, noting a flush in his cheeks but deciding it must be the wind.

"What do you mean?"

He chuckled a little. "What do you mean? It's a simple question. What's on your wishlist this year?"

"I just thought... never mind," you shrugged, having thought he wanted to know what to get you, which of course was silly since your group was doing a white elephant exchange this year. "Um, I don't know. There really isn't anything I want, to be honest."

Fives knocked his shoulder into yours, accompanied by a dramatic gasp. "You don't want aaaa-nything? Impossible."

You just smiled and shook your head. "Yeah, not really."

"So you're good? You're perfectly content? Everything in your life is amazing and you're in need of nothing more?"

Of course the answer to his questions was a lot more complicated than the simple "Yep" you responded with. You were content in this moment, walking alongside your best friend, enjoying the festivities of the season in his company. But before this moment, you hadn't really been happy. You'd been worried sick by his absence, impatient to see him again, doubting that he'd be as thrilled to see you. You'd been nothing short of lovesick and you had no idea how to admit such a thing to him now.

"I don't buy it," he said, bumping playfully against you again. "There has to be something."

You finally came up to the corner you assumed your friends had turned down. You took it without thought, knowing it would loop back around to your friend's house. A house that was starting to sound really appealing given that a chill was settling back in.

"Clothes?" Fives asked.

"Huh?"

"Like a nice scarf or a dress or something?" Oh, you realized he was still trying to figure out your Christmas wish list. "Or fuzzy socks?"

"I have plenty of fuzzy socks," you said. And with that thought, you realized your toes were getting rather cold, despite being wrapped in thick socks and boots. That then led to you recognize just how cold you were all over: your nose, your hands, your knees....

"Okay, then how about jewelry? Girls always like jewelry, right?"

You rolled your eyes as you dug your hands deeper into your pockets, searching for warmth. "I don't really need any more jewelry."

You weren't paying much attention to the lights anymore, instead picking up the pace so you could get back to the warmth of your friend's house sooner. Fives didn't seem to care about the lights, either. He was still trying to figure out your supposed Christmas wishlist.

"What about a box of chocolates?"

"I buy enough chocolate as it is."

"A candle?"

"Pretty sure half of the white elephant gifts in there are candles."

"Hm... You like games right?"

"I have enough games."

"Nonsense, you can never have too many games."

"Well, when your friends aren't around to play them with you, you can."

Fives was silent. You looked over to find he was watching you with a sort of sadness in his eyes. No, not sadness... guilt.

"I'm sorry," he said after a beat. "I wish I was around more..."

"No, no," you were quick to jump in, not wanting him to feel that way at all. "It's fine. It is what it is. We all know that."

Fives nodded but didn't seem convinced. He looked away, stared straight ahead, as you passed by the last house and arrived at your friend's. The change of course up to the porch seemed to snap him out of his mindlessness and bring him back into better spirits.

"A puppy!" he declared as you approached the door. Both of you were stomping your shoes against the wood of the porch to dislodge any dirt you'd picked up along the way. "No one in the entire galaxy could say no to a puppy."

You huffed out a laugh of defeat. "Okay, sure, I'll take a puppy for Christmas."

He laughed with you as you opened the front door. You expected a wall of warmth to hit you, accompanied by smells of food and chatter of friends. Instead you were met with dim lights, silence, and a cold that almost rivaled the frigid air you'd just walked in from.

"What the..." Fives joined your confusion in the entry hall, and then snapped his fingers as he realized something. "Kix said he knew someone in this neighborhood. They all must have gone there. We beat them back."

You vaguely recalled passing by a house with loud voices from inside, surely including voices from your friends, but you were too busy trying to warm your hands now to dwell on it further. Fives placed a gentle hand on your back as he scooted past you and down the hall toward the thermostat. He messed with it a bit as you shuffled into the little den off the entry. You were reluctant to remove your coat and scarf when it was still so cold.

"Hm," Fives frowned, joining you a few moments later. He flicked on a lamp on the table beside you. "Heat's not coming on. Something's broken."

"Can you fix it?" You tried not to let your teeth chatter.

"Yeah..." he trailed off and you followed his gaze to the fireplace on the opposite end of the room. His lips quirked, a sign he was going to get up to something. "Or... we could have ourselves a cozy little fire instead!" 

He shuffled around the sofa and started investigating the decorations on top of the mantle.

"What?" you asked as you stepped around the sofa as well.

"Ah ha!" He opened up what had looked to be merely a decoration of an old fashioned truck, but apparently doubled as storage for some matches. In no time, Fives had started a humble fire amongst the wood in the fireplace and was stepping back toward you.

"Take your coat off, get cozy!" he laughed in delight, sitting down on the sofa and patting the cushion next to him.

You reluctantly shrugged off your coat. You could feel little puffs of warm air from the fire but the room overall was still too cold to be comfortable. You let out an involuntary shiver as you joined Fives on the sofa.

"Uh oh," he teased, scooting closer. "Need to cuddle for warmth?"

You knew his offer was in jest, but you couldn't resist the thought, especially when your cheeks were already heating at an alarming rate just by sitting this close. Fuck it, you decided, and promptly slid your arms around his middle and pulled him close.

"Well okay then," he laughed in amusement, wrapping his own arms around you in return. He wasn't angry, which you took as encouragement and buried your frozen nose into the crook of his neck. You felt one of his hands come up to rest on the back of your head, keeping you in place for a wonderful, peaceful moment.

You warmed up fairly quickly, though your fingers still felt numb. Without thinking, you shifted a bit and slid your hands underneath Fives' shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. His muscles tensed in response.

"Whoa there," he chuckled lowly. "Keep doing that and you'll end up on the naughty list."

The heat from the blush on your cheeks immediately shot through the rest of your body. You were mortified. Fives was your friend, what were you doing?

You detached yourself quickly and mumbled an apology. He was still laughing a bit so you joined in nervously, but not daring to meet his eyes. Not when you were this flustered. He relaxed back onto the sofa and draped an arm along the backside, just beside your head.

"So, um, what do you want for Christmas?" you asked, trying to get past your awkwardness and back to the easygoing state of your friendship, despite the ache deep within your chest that yearned for something more.

"Me? Oh, nothing much."

Now you looked over at him, balking. "Fives!" 

"What?" he grinned.

You swatted at him. "You just gave me shit for not wanting anything!"

"I said I didn't want much, not that I didn't want anything at all."

You huffed. "Okay, then what is this 'nothing much' that you want?"

His smile didn't completely disappear, just settled into something a little softer, more pensive. He cocked his head a bit as he looked at you, considering what to say.

"Would you be mad if I said that all I want for Christmas is you?"

You blinked at first, unable to come up with an other reaction. How could you? How could you process such a confession? Was it even a confession? Or was he just being cheeky?

You forced yourself to clear your throat. "Mad? Confused is more like it."

"Confused?" He smirked for only a second before settling back into that strange and soft look. "What's so confusing?"

"Uh... I mean..." you stammered through an awkward laugh. "What does that even mean? You want me... to do something? To... to... see me? You're seeing me right now..."

Your skin was still alight with a fire that seemed to burn brighter than the one in the fireplace. You were so flustered, and Fives was getting a real kick out of it.

"Calm down, cyare," he laughed, scooting a little closer and taking your hands into his. "I want you, as in, I want to... you know.. be with you."

He was starting to get a little shy himself, though you weren't really paying attention. Your heart was threatening to beat its way out of your chest, so you instead focused on the feeling of Fives' hands wrapped around yours. So warm, so firm. They grounded you just enough for his words to sink in. He wanted to be with you.

Now you felt like you were floating. That nasty knot that had settled into the pit of your stomach, back when you'd thought he wasn't coming home, was finally coming undone. Freeing you from its weight. Letting you soar with hope for a different kind of future with your best friend.

When you finally brought your eyes back up to meet Fives', you could finally see the blush in his own cheeks, the way his eyes searched yours for validation. He'd made himself vulnerable in a way he'd only ever been a handful of times with you. Like when he'd confessed how frustrated he was about the war, how angry it made him sometimes to think about it, how he secretly held dreams of one day escaping and living a normal life somewhere. You thought back to those conversations now, viewing them in a different light. You'd always wondered what his idea of normal was, if it included anyone else... anyone like you. And now you were starting to get an idea that it did.

"I'm sorry if this is sudden," he said quickly and quietly, filling in the silence you didn't mean to leave. "It's just... you know this last mission was... well, it didn't go very well. And it made me reevaluate my life. What I really want. And honestly, I couldn't stop thinking about you."

He gave a bashful smile and you returned it, easing his nerves just a little.

"I was really worried about you," you confessed, giving his hands a reassuring squeeze. "I didn't just want you to come back, I wanted you to come back to me. And I'm so glad you want the same."

You both laughed once more, though more out of relief than nervousness, and ended by resting your foreheads against each other. Fives then let go of your hands so he could bring his arms back around you and pull you close again. You let yourself rest against him with a contented sigh... and then bolted right back up as a thought occurred to you.

"Wait, you said you want me for Christmas?"

"Yeah..." Fives' eyes were wide with alarm.

"Just for Christmas? And that's it?"

The tension immediately left his shoulders as he realized what you were doing. He gave you a look and you used all your willpower to hold back your amusement.

"So when Christmas is all over, you'll be done with me?" you pushed on with the bit. "You won't want me anymore?"

"Ugh, cyare, please," Fives rolled his eyes and tried wrapping his arms around you again.

"I just want to be clear about this." Your voice was breaking, as was his own act to be annoyed. The two of you could never hold it together for very long.

"Of course I'll want you after Christmas is over," he said through a chuckle. "I'll want you for Valentine's and for your birthday and all the solstices..."

"So you only want me on holidays?"

"You're killing me here, you know," he grumbled into your shoulder.

You would've continued with your teasing, but just then the front door opened behind you, letting in your missing friends. Even if you and Fives had tried to act innocent, you wouldn't have been quick enough. Whatever they'd been talking about on their way in immediately changed into a chorus of gasps and cheers.

"Well it's about time!"

"Oh my god!"

"Finally!"

"I knew it!"

You snuggled closer to Fives, in part to hide your embarrassment, but also to escape the wisp of cold air your friends had let in with them. Fives laughed along with the commotion while holding you, and it felt like the most natural thing, being in his arms like this.

"For the record," he later whispered into your ear, when things had died down with your friends enough, "I want you every day for the rest of my life. If you'll have me."

You smiled into his chest and held him closer.

"Of course. You're all I want, too."

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[cowboy-robooty]

one time I was on call with some of my lotf friends looking at lotf fanart and low and behold, i saw YOUR blog. It was like an autism crossover event. Like, woah... my favorite hetalia fanartist.... was a lord of the flies fan.....

first of all IM YOUR FAVORITE HETALIA FAN ARTIST... WAOW THANK YEWW TF THATS CRAZY 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯 second. Im going to be so fr i was a lotf fan when I was 13 and it was bc i was obsessed with that roger x maurice yaoi. and it was rogice i was making up random shit for and just hoping other people would accept. one of my biggest inspirations was the only person on fanfiction dot net who wrote rogice but not weirdly gay and had this series where maurice forced roger to celebrate a different national holiday every day and one chapter was world aids day and maurice was like "erm.... im not sure if we should celebrate this 😅 heh gomennnnnnn!". and all their fics were funny as shit like this except their one fic that was insanely serious and insanely long. and in it roger was a serial killer who stole peoples eyes and maurice was like yknow what yeah lets go along with this and then when maurice died roger put his eyes in a special bag. and this long ass homer poem was just randomly between ten thousand normal short one shots. anyways yeah i guess you could say i used to like lord of the flies im normal about it now and tbh im more crazy about the great gatsby bc i yumeship with gatsby on the downlow but thats a whole nother thing. and i am much more serious about yumeshipping with boo radley from to kill a mocking bird but i lowkey didnt care for the book even through i had to analyze it for class twice and the only thing that got me through it was lusting over boo radley so i wouldn't lose focus...... stockholm syndrome?

[strawberrypinky]

🌸🌿🌈

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BITCH

I LOVE YOU TOO GIRLY 💗💗

i. is there a ship you wouldn't write a whole fic for, but love in the background? If we're talking companion characters, I do like Bloodweave (aka Gale x Astarion) quite a bit, but as a woman, I don't feel comfortable writing about a (male) homosexual ship. Love seeing the content, but I'll stay on the outside, appreciating the amazing Bloodweave creators, such as @shellytheleo and @calolily I wouldn't say no to adding that relationship in the background though.

ii. Rec one of your fics and tell us what you like about it! Considering I currently only have one BG3 fic, I begrudgingly have to recommend fire and ice - a Gortash x Tav fic, beginning around five years before the canon events of BG3 start. Idk what I like about, but I love being as unhinged as I can be with Gort, lol. Here's a sneaky sneak peek for chapter two bc Gort is absolutely not normal: A drow had tickled Enver's fancy - the woman small and slight, though far more voluptuous than his soon-to-be wife. She was pretty enough, even if she would have been hardly worth a second glance outside the tawdry meat market of a place he had entered. Her body, while graceful and smooth, hardly aroused any desire in him. He imagined another entity entirely beneath him, with skin more white and hair that shimmered silver and a voice as sweet as a lullaby, begging Bane to let Enver fill her up. The whore, whose name Enver had forgotten as soon as he had paid for her services, almost looked offended when the name 'Elodie' spilt from his lips in place of hers, but a single look silenced her before she could begin to speak. Pathetic, he thought, before he left the chamber, knowing Elodie would have never submitted that easily.

iii. Rec someone else's BG3 fic and tell us what you like about it! Oh Lord. I've done some fic recs a while ago here, and I stand by @gufu-vire "O, Fortuna" (cannot recommend it enough!), as well as "His Star - His Queen" by @random-introverted-blog, and all the others I recommended a couple weeks back. I still love them all. In Gufu's words, I am 'woefully illiterate' these days (seriously, my tbr is endless) and don't have many fics to recommend BUT I did start reading "dealbreaker" by @goodgirlgonebard which I have really enjoyed! I like seeing various takes on Ascended!Astarion, because while I will forever prefer the spawn route, his ascended ending has incredible depth in terms of morality, abuse cycles and power dynamic.

"Dealbreaker" explores the dynamic between Tav and A!Astarion as they try to navigate their feelings for one another post breakup and post-brain, both with wishes and desires of their own. The exploration of their desires and motives is both gripping and logical and I enjoy seeing it all play out.

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Caramel with Fuegoleon please!!!! 🥺

Hi!

I do love the way you think~

(Also I have to state it here too because separate post; that as a general rule of my blog I don't accept anonymous sex/smut requests, but since I never stated in my event post that "normal blog rules apply", I'll do the ones in my inbox. These are pretty vanilla anyhow)

Caramel with Fuegoleon

When it comes to sex, or being aroused... He can't be considered the horniest man there is. He's able to keep it in his pants, and craves for a connection before getting into bed. That's just how it is for him. Because sex is about intimacy, and commitment for him.

But that doesn't mean that he wouldn't be a little more daring or risky with touches and actions, should his partner welcome it, as time goes on. As in, he won't jump to a make out session in the garden in the early stages of the relationship, but after some years, a session in the moonlight of a secluded part of the garden wouldn't be ... unthinkable. As long as it's a fabricated sense of danger of getting caught, because at the end of the day his spouse is for his eyes only.

And he is a gentleman at the end of the day. Making a spectacle of lovemaking isn't within his preferences. Even if it would be a quicker session. Since most of the time he prefers to take his time, and make sure that his partner is satisfied before he gets the cherry on top his treat~

[cringecannon]

I’m obsessed with the idea of there being some Normal Person ™️ who was kind to Astarion when he was a vampire spawn that maybe he’s a little unhealthily obsessed with. Maybe they’re a bartender at one of the establishments where he picked up victims for Cazador, maybe a seamstress who gave him thread for his embroidery or to patch up his clothing, maybe just someone who had kind words for him and didn’t try to hit on him, who knows? But it would be verrrrrry interesting to see an Ascendant Astarion encountering that Normal Person again, maybe deciding to “reward” them for being kind to him when he was nothing. Though I’m not sure if his idea of a reward would be what they would consider a reward….

(Also as an aside, I love your writing! I check your blog daily and my friends and I are constantly sending each other your Gortash and Astarion posts like “wake up, babe, new cringecannon dropped”)

He wasn't entirely sure why he was so enamored with you. To put it bluntly, you were just so... plain. Unassuming. Normal. Sure, you were nice. Plenty of people were nice to him though, and he didn't spare them a second thought. He watches you over the chalice of wine in his hand, seated in a dark corner of the bar.

Dark eyes follow the movement of your fingers as you carefully flip the page of whatever book you're reading. He glances up to your mouth, memorizing the twitch of your lip as you half-smile at some thought. Vanity rears it's head. You must be thinking of him. You had spoken to him for maybe a minute, one transaction out of hundreds, but how often did you get to see a face as pretty as his?

Not often, he hopes. A bolt of insecurity cuts through him. He feels pathetic, desperate. It sickens him. He could take anyone in this tavern home with him, and he's not going to sit around and let you make him feel inferior. His eyes settle on some pretty thing sitting alone at the bar and takes his wine with him, swaying over to his mark. Out of the corner of his eye, he tries to see if you're watching. You're not, staring down at your book like it's the most important thing in the room. He refuses to let you deflate his ego. His master wouldn't want you anyway. He'll waste no more time obsessing over some boring nobody.

He does, though. Watching you becomes a treat for him. Speaking with you when he shops becomes a whole event. The last time he saw you, you'd finally started to recognize him. A warm smile lit up your face as you reached for the exact kind of thread he always comes in for. It was fate, of course, that he'd be abducted the next day.

That first night in camp he wonders if you'll miss him. If you'd think about him as fondly as he thinks of you. Reality crashes in, and the fact that you probably won't is bittersweet. He had been playing a dangerous game with you. Any closer, and Cazador probably would have found out. You'd have been just another thing to take away from him. It was safer this way.

He doesn't think about you much after that. Facing death everyday tends to do that.

It's not until Cazador's blood has long since dried on his hands that he thinks of you. He washes his skin absentmindedly, trying to remember all that he could about you. It wasn't much, honestly. He didn't know your name, but he knew the kind of books you liked to read and the way your eyes shined when your hand touched his when he paid for his thread. It was a start. No one else in camp had kept his attention long. He needs someone to sit by his side and look good for all eternity, and you'd do just fine.

That settles it, in his mind. When the elder brain business is over, he'll start courting you. He thinks he should start by buying the shop you work in. Get rid of the owner somehow, and then he'll give it to you. Once you fall for him (and you will, because you're just too perfect to be so ungrateful after receiving such a thoughtful gift), he'll invite you to live in his new manor. If you're a bit more stubborn, it won't matter. He's not yet sure what hovel you live in, but he's sure you'll appreciate the upgrade.

He sits up a little taller, a small smile on his face as he dries his hands. Should he make you his spawn before he marries you, or after? On one hand, it'd be the perfect way to start the honeymoon. On the other, if he turns you early your cooperation would be guaranteed. He hums to himself. Decisions, decisions. Honestly, it's too soon to worry about it. He has the rest of his everlasting life to woo you. No point stressing over it now.