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Hi Mae!! Congrats on 8k babe, itâs so so well deserved! If this inspires you could I request gift wrap and âmulled wineâ for Sirius??
Hi lovely Fawn, thanks so much <3
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Sirius Black x fem!reader ⥠513 words
Sirius finds you curled up in a corner of the couch, nibbling on a thin slice of orange. You look rather content to be doing so, but he can never stand to see anyone sitting alone at a party, least of all you. Youâve uncovered soft spots Sirius didnât know he had before he met you.Â
âYouâre making quick work of that,â he says, nodding to your full glass as he sits.Â
You look down at it, a small frown denting the sweet bit of skin between your brows, not realizing Siriusâ teasing until he grins at you.Â
âCareful, donât want to get too sauced too fast.âÂ
âMary brought it for me,â you say, almost as if in apology, âbut I donât really care for wine. Itâs nice that it has these little oranges in it, though.âÂ
âYou might find some raisins, too,â Sirius says smoothly. He ought to know, heâd fought James on it tooth and nail, but for some reason his friend was very attached to the inclusion of the raisins. Sirius has been paying extra attention to the bartender at the restaurant where he works, thinking about going for a job like that and brushing up on his mixology skills in the meantime, and James is of course taking full advantage of this new interest. Sirius keeps getting stuck on food and drinks at parties that arenât even his.Â
All well worth it, though, if it means a chance at impressing you. You and Sirius have only been on a few datesânot enough that heâd have brought you here tonight if you werenât already friends with the girlsâand he finds himself bending over backwards more than heâs used to in hopes of coaxing a smile or a laugh out of you.Â
âItâs mulled wine,â he explains, hoping not to sound too pretentious about it (the way Remus gets after him, youâd think Sirius couldnât help it half the time). âYou might like it better than regular wine; itâs sweeter.âÂ
You look into your glass with new consideration, lifting your eyebrows minutely at him as you pick it up. This is the sort of look Sirius chooses to interpret as flirtation from you, though it may only be wishful thinking. You give the class a tiny swirl before bringing it to your lips.Â
You donât make a face or anything, only set it back down on your coaster and take another bite of your orange. âI think I might just stick with this,â you say gently.Â
Sirius smiles in the face of defeat (itâs never looked so spectacularly beautiful). He makes a mental note not to do any more wine-based drinks for these parties.Â
âFair enough,â he says, fishing in his own glass for his orange. âHere, Iâll trade you.âÂ
Your lips tilt up as you accept it. âReally?âÂ
âYeah.â Sirius smiles back at you, feeling his go lopsided. âCourse. I can make you something else to drink, too, if you like.âÂ
Your eyes light with intrigue. âWhat can you make?âÂ
Sirius might just have a chance to impress you yet.Â
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CW: noncon (turns mutual later)
The air conditioner in their motel room was broken. Sam thought his skull would split open. The pain was like a band wrapped around his head, squeezing, unwilling to let go until he got what he needed. He was burning up, shaking, his words stammered and breathless as he tried to tell Dean, I have to go.
Dean's eyes said no before his mouth did. To see Ruby?
I need to. I need to, Dean.
But the pain, the pain in his head couldn't compare to the pain in Dean's eyes, and Sam was the cause. He knew he was. He hated hurting Dean, but he needed this, needed to get better, stronger, so he could protect Dean, because Dean had suffered enough in Hell and was broken in ways that Sam couldn't fix, but he could fix this.
Dean's mouth curled. It wasn't a smile.
Sam felt it then, something snap, and it wasn't the band around his head. It wasn't the fingers digging into his shirt, grabbing. Or the hands shoving him on the bed, pushing, demanding. Love in the form of violence wasn't anything new to them.
"No," Dean said, clear through the haze of heat. "I know what you need, and it's not that bitch's blood."
The body on top of his, that wasn't new. But this wasn't sparring. Dean kept him pinned on his front, not letting him fight back, no chance to tap out. Sam struggled, hot with anger, and fear, and his body's shameful response to having his brother so close. He opened his mouth. Dean pressed his face into the pillow. It smelled like cheap beer and sweat.
"You need me, Sam."
This was true. But it didn't make sense, in Sam's melting brain, with his belt being unbuckled, or his jeans being shoved down, the denim rough between his thighs. He couldn't equate the body over his with his brother when leather constricted his hands, cutting into his wrists when he yanked -- his own belt, he realized, it was used to tie his hands to the headboard.
Shock clouded his mind for a moment. Made him go still, frozen, like those nights as a kid when he would just stare at his closet, waiting for the worst. But then Dean was yanking him up by his hair, fingers pushing past Sam's lips, and the shock was gone.
Sam bucked, a choked snarl coming out. He almost bit down, but Dean bit him first, teeth sinking into the meat of his neck -- and then Sam couldn't breathe, caught between a cry and a moan, body and mind wracked with anger fear pleasure pain guilt Dean Dean Dean.
The name came out slurred with Dean's fingers in the way.
"Don't," Dean breathed in his ear, a rough command. Stop. Stop fighting me. "This is all you're getting, Sammy. This is your fault."
This was also, somehow, true, mostly because it was always Sam's fault, all of this was his fault. That was probably why Sam stopped, stopped fighting his brother. Realized that this -- this was happening, and the fingers in his mouth were a kindness, his brother trying to make the punishment easier on him. Sam should be grateful.
He sucked his brother's fingers.
It was too hot, too much heat to think clearly, too sweaty to move. His cheeks were on fire. He didn't know what sounds were coming out of his mouth. It was like a dream come true and a nightmare that would never end, not until he got what he deserved.
Dean started with two. Two fingers, hard and impatient, making Sam's hips buck some more, fingers curling around the belt. He tried gritting his teeth -- the Winchester way, their dad would say, refusing to make a sound -- but Dean would yank on his hair, or twist his fingers, and the gasps came spilling out.
It wasn't much prep. Pain wasn't the problem though. It was hearing Dean take off his own belt, unzip, groan under his breath. It was feeling the head of Dean's hard, heavy cock brush against his rim, realizing that they were past the point of no return. Terrified that this would ruin them, that Dean would regret it once he calmed down and hate himself even more, Sam tried again. "Dean, st--"
Dean split him open. Sam muffled his scream in the pillow.
Too hot, he was suffocating. Burning. Was this what Hell was like for Dean? Sam tried to cling onto a coherent thought, but anger fear guilt pain pain pain my brother is fucking me took over.
Everything was in shards, fragments.
He's angry.
Pain everywhere.
It's my fault.
Dean's breath, heavy and fast, hot on the back of his neck.
But I need to--
Hands on his hips, hand on his scar, the one on his lower back from when he died and Dean traded his soul to get him back.
Ruby's the only--
"Don't say her name," Dean growled, and fuck, Sam said that out loud, didn't he? "Don't even think about her. All you need is this--"
Another thrust, but this time, a spark. More heat, but inside him, fizzling in his stomach. Sam clenched, mouth dropping in a moan. He didn't have to look to know his brother was smirking, that same look he got whenever he was right. Sam forgot what they were arguing about, but he knew who was winning.
"Say it, Sammy." Hot, so hot in his ear. "Say you only need me."
The stubborn little brother in Sam didn't want to. But his big brother kept going, pain oozing out of Sam's body, hips rising up for more of that feeling buzzing in his nerves, throbbing in his chest. His vision went blurry as Dean bore down harder, faster, determined to get the answer he wanted. Expecting his baby brother to give in.
Sam felt it coming. He was hard now, he needed to cum, the friction of the bed and his brother's cock desperately pushing in and out, harder each time -- the words just came out on their own.
"I only n-need you."
He was lifted up by his hair again, gasping. Panting and choking out little moans and whimpers while his brother kept going. "Louder," he growled, so Sam said it louder. "Who do you need?"
"You! Just you, Dean!"
"Right. Right, just me, just your big brother."
It was coiling inside him. Sam gasped out, "Need to--"
"No." In, out. Clench, release. Sam nearly sobbed. "You don't get that. If you're gonna cum, it's gonna be from my dick. Nothing else."
This seemed totally unfair in Sam's sex-cloudy mind. "Dean," he whined, like they were kids again. The thought should have snapped him out of -- whatever this was.
It didn't. Dean kept fucking him, and Sam came just from that, all over the cheap motel sheets.
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The air conditioner was still broken. The digital clock read 4:56 in the morning. Sam's wrists had bruises and welts in them when Dean finally untied his belt from the headboard. Sam himself was also covered in bruises, and bites, and cum, and sweat.
His baby brother was out cold. Lost the energy to even jerk his hips up after the seventh time. A part of Dean was grateful for that; better then admitting his dick was totally spent.
The evidence of his crime was laid out on Dean's bed, eyes closed and breathing slowly. Dean pulled the covers over his brother like he was tucking him in, before sighing and forcing himself to drag his feet to the bathroom.
The self-loathing could come later. For now, all that mattered was that Sam was here. Safe. Nowhere near Ruby or any other fucking demon who wanted to take advantage of his brother.
Dean protected him, like always.
That's all that mattered.
S4 Dean deciding that to keep Sam from sneaking out at night to meet Ruby, he's just gonna have to dick down his brother so hard he nearly passes out. Every night. For Sam's safety.
PLEASE.
#wincest#writing tag#hi this buried itself into my brain and i had to write something for it immediately. thank u anon
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Astarion and Vampire Supremacy. In general and in romance.
In DnD, vampires are huge supremacists. They consider themselves superior to any undead and certainly superior to mortals. All mortals are cattle to vampires.
In Baldur's Gate 3, this trait is also present in vampire culture.
In Astarion there seems to be almost no such things⊠Or they are not emphasised - as I think they are. In my opinion we should have explored his different traits.
Vampire Supremacy is one of them.
Astarion was an Upper City noble and the chances that he wasn't arrogant towards the "lower classes" are very low. Zero for me. So he was already familiar with supremacism very well. Add to that the loss of his status and the hierarchy of the coven in which he became a slave. That's something.
We barely have conversations with Astarion about vampire culture: what does it mean to be in "vampire coven"? How vampires relate to the mortal world? And what does he like about the vampire world? It's more shadowy moments.
Here I found a few.
Part 1. Details in the story.
EA 9 patch, Act 1 - the grove, after killing Nettie. It's one of those cut out scenes with little companion comments and reduced to a one line or remade. Shadowheart had it too :< Now:
Act 2 - after killing the strange ox. Act 3 - Astarion as Lord says his stuff :D
This word: "spook" cattle/sheep... It's same edge of his character.
In Act 1, you'd think he thinks all "weak" people are sheep. That's true, too. Nettie has lost, she's dead and she's a sheep, but somewhere around here in the grove there will be a hunter for him and Tav - they have to go.
In Act 3, the path of evil, Astarion demonstrates this line deeper and more vividly. In Act 2, it still sounds like something funny, comical. Yes, yes chickens, oxen and people. But these are food animals - and that's not such a joke to Astarion.
To put it in perspective in Act 1 all his companions is a snack. He discusses with Tav what they would taste like. Here's the synopsis for that scene:
Synopsis: Astarion is staring at the other companions around the campfire. He's friendly and affable, but his mind is on his hunger. He starts to wonder what the others taste like, although he's MOSTLY joking. In the end he decides to remove himself, before the conversation gets too real. Mostly a joke that could become something serious.
Vampiric arrogance, predatory nature.
Vampires are clever hunters - their arrogance towards mortals comes in many forms, from food to merry carnage to lust. Basically, they use whatever gives them profit and pleasure.
He might not eat Laezel, but watching Lae and Shadowheart fight is entertainment for him.
Looks fun, but the nature of it is dark. It can be taken ironically, but he really enjoys watching brutal fighting and generally killing. It's a trait. Deserves its own post.
WYR_SmugglersCave_PAD_Suggestions He do hope. It's also relevant to mortals. Corrupt people with power are as parasitic creatures as vampires. Instead of blood, it's gold, work, and entertainment in an wicked way that damages people.
In this I notice the metaphorical nature of vampirism in Astarion's character. As an example of corruption I recall Astarion's little remark when we kill the two ogre-lovers of the barn.
The insignificance (who cares about two ogres) and again the comicality of the situation, the way Astarion smiles as he opens the barn is legendary. Kind of hides it a little bit and takes it away from the thoughtâŠ
Somewhere in Baldur's Gate someone is paying gold to watch fights, and it's unlikely these fights have civilized rules. And it's doubtful that such a entertainment would only apply to ogres. The fighting pits at Baldur's Gate. Who knows if Astarion was interested in that when he was mortal. I headcanon that he was. He was extremely corrupted and it's deep in his personality.
Here is this telling facet, Astarion's interest in such burtal things, which are as much in the shadows as gremlin remarks, yet there is exactly "evil" in this one. This part of that aspect: The arrogance of the Noble and the Vampire. More points about treating people like cattle. There is a moment in Act 2 - and I have absolutely no idea where it is. SHA_Mausoleum_PAD_MakeshiftVessel Players find a vessel with a half-formed humanoid shape gestating inside and reacts accordingly. The being is just inert flesh and cannot speak. How to trigger: Interact with S_SHA_Mausoleum_MakeshiftVessel.
Where is that thing? I can't find.
In good companions, this is a cause for concern. In general the place where they found it contributes to very unpleasant thoughts. A mausoleum in the shadow lands of Sharr, where a necromancer and the chosen of Myrkul struts around. Well, Astarion too, as you can see... finds a downside. Hunting people is fun and keeps you in the spirit.
It's a good idea to check all the phrases in Astarion's Original throughout the acts. Maybe there's more.
I watched the epilogue of Lord Astarion Original and in a conversation with Minthara (hah, who else?)
And it's wild. It's literally all about the people. :D
We have a few to choose from for rpg's. And given the line about sports⊠I really don't think Astarion will be buying "food" very often. Or that pale arse is lazy after all and his hunt is a park in the city. And when he should be setting up his power web in the city, he's too busy for hunting.
Can you imagine him wanting to hunt and get some air, but he's got some lordish business in the halls until late in the evening.
Part 2. In Romamce.
This part departs from such direct things as blood and the predator's attitude towards people. It becomes more sensual.
I would say this trait of supremacism is slightly visible, but not over people, over mortality in a greater sense, when Astarion turns Tav: he emphasises the strength, sharpness. Better.
The morning after the turn.
He has a point. The last time he was mortal, he was killed.
Astarion as Lord does the same with God Gale Original mentioning immortality as - strength, lack of illness and youthfulness. love this one
His vampiric arrogance over Tav perhaps visible only in the first act. He didn't really care. Tav became his fun, his lust, and his way to survive. Then Tav is the first person to care about him in dozens and dozens of years of slavery. "Blood bags" and such are a bit of dark humour, so it might have been true in another life, but he and Tav are far from it, they're the first person he's cared for in decades of loneliness. His perception of mortality as something that makes a person more vulnerable is his trigger (among others) for turning Tav into a his kind. But since he's not in such a hurry in the end of mortal Tav, I'm guessing: it's his euphoric state after the ritual, where his spire for the castle of vampire happiness is to be with Tav forever. He chillin' about it, afterward. Tav's immortality is a nice thing he'd like, but okay it can wait. So. Tav... they're special. The two of them are special. Astarion elevates Tav and himself above the others. We are Better.
Camp. Vampire ambush.
When the camp is ambushed by spawns. If Tav proposes the idea that the world is actually a wonderful place that can accept him - he argues with them. But approves of all three different reactions. Also then Astarion says the word "forever" in regards to their relationship, to Tav.
This "forever" part is deep in Astarion. According to the artbook (The artbook is EA era, which is still sold with the game though, and the story doesn't contradict anything) So according to the artbook Astarion was obsessed with eternal life, forever youth, forever being. It extends to his feelings - it's needed forever. It's very sensual, but also very greedy and⊠painfully understandable - it's such a simple feeling to make something nice continue for as long as possible.
If Tav is on the same page as Astarion and tends towards the "only loved ones matter, we're special" mindset. You'd think it was his trick-manipulation to perform a ritual, praise Tav for supporting his idea of supremacism and get what he so reasonably needs. He's certainly glad that Tav has similar ideas to him, and he'll definitely support that. It doesn't depend on his goals still - his "we are better" is very direct and deep in his personality.
Italicized. Here we are. That's one of the key thoughts in his character. That's the focus. This trait is further seen in Astarion as Lord - he says "We", "Ours". The man even says it in Latin. Aeterna amantes.
New in patch 7, takeover of the Absolute:
This part is already moving away from vampirism. This one is very layered. We are because he finally found someone he can trust. We are because we are parts fated to complete each other. We are because he's not alone in the world anymore.
Along with vampirism, his Noble Lord status plays a role here again. We are the mighty, above and we rule.
It's an easy and very simple fit to vampirism - we are better and we are forever.
He's also incredibly proud of himself, that he can give something to Tav, can protect them. He's been under Tav's protection the whole journey. Undead outcaster in Faerun, they regard mortals as cattle, and mortals regard them as monsters. That's why there are monster hunters. Vampire spawn he was allowed to stay in the group and he was dependent, he couldn't be a leader. In the romance he felt he had nothing to give, he was getting Tav into trouble with a powerful true vampire. He was counting the seconds until they finally decided to leave himâŠ
In the romance, vampirism plays into the fact that Astarion is very much immersed in thoughts of eternity together. This emotionally intense and fragile moment: "I don't want to lose anything", comes from the very moment he lost: his status, the sun, his life. Not gonna happen again. Vampirism in the romance have fun one too: -- wealth - these two literally wear the most expensive clothes on the Sword Coast. -- shared powers - he is going to be in charge -- fights and challenge is for Tav- warrior, Astarion likes to spill some blood -- pleasure - of various kinds, from bed to blood.
The end result is an amalgamation of his: -- his personality with, well, a pretty intense dark triad. I would say character image instead of personality. Because the personality is itself. But the character will always submit to the idea - recall that his core is a balance of evil and fun. And evil in DnD is eogism, immorality, narcissism, harming others for fun and personal goals and all that. These dark parts in irl personality can spoil the balance. That's why psychology is for people. Not for characters who will eventually never go against their core. (even if all psychology reference books say otherwise). -- vampirism - the desire for blood and a predatory attitude -- desire for status and power as noble -- force as magic -- forever -- and share it all with love A little bonus at the end. Animation 3 patch. Subtle process.
This scene is much improved in colours in patch 7. But I still like the original faces. He looks so much like a fox >:3
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48. "you taught me what love is, and no one else has come close." With Vernon and female
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hansol stood on your porch, cradling the cat carrier in his hands, his nerves twisting into knots. the faint meow from inside didnât ease his worry; if anything, it made it worse. heâd spent the entire night googling symptoms, wondering if heâd done something wrong, and now he was here. back where everything started and ended.
he knocked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
when you opened the door, his breath hitched. you looked the same but differentâsoft and familiar, like a dream he hadnât let himself think about in a long time.
âsollie?â his nickname slipping from your lips was laced with surprise and affection he hadn't been expecting. âwhat are you doing here?â
he held up the carrier, feeling small under your gaze. âheâs not eating much, and heâs been acting⊠off. i didnât know who else to call.â
you blinked at him, then stepped aside. âcome in.â
hansol followed you into the warmth of your home, the scent of it hitting him like a wave of nostalgia. it was the same, down to the throw blanket on the couch. everything about this place felt like youâsafe, steady, and a little too easy to fall into.
he set the carrier down carefully, watching as you unzipped it and coaxed the cat out. your hands were gentle as you examined him, murmuring soothing words. hansol watches as a pang of something bittersweet in his chest. you were always like thisâcalm, kind, and impossibly good at making everyone around you feel safe.
âhey, buddy,â you murmured, inspecting him closely. the soft tone in your voice made hansolâs chest ache. it wasnât just for the catâit was the same way you used to talk to him when he was tired or overwhelmed, the same kindness he never realized heâd miss this much.
you looked up after a moment, a small smile tugging at your lips. âheâs fine, hansol. just a little stressed.â
âstressed?â he repeated, relief and confusion mixing in his voice.
âyeah.â you sat back, letting the cat curl up on your lap. âall the back-and-forth between our places is probably confusing for him. cats donât like changes, you know. he probably just needs some consistency.â
âoh.â hansolâs shoulders slumped slightly. he felt a little dumb for panicking, but mostly he felt⊠something else. something warm.
your teasing smile pulled him out of his thoughts. âyouâve changed.â
his brows furrowed. âwhat do you mean?â
you gave him a teasing smile. âyou used to complain when he stole all my attention. now here you are, worried sick and showing him all this love and care.â
hansol looked down, a faint flush creeping up his neck. âyeah, well⊠people change, I guess.â
you tilted your head, studying him for a moment. the silence stretched between you, not uncomfortable but heavy with unspoken words.
his face flushed. âi mean⊠heâs important,â he muttered, avoiding your gaze. he wonders if you realise that this cat is the only thing that gives him some type of connection to you.
you laughed softly, the sound lighting up a corner of his heart he didnât realize was still dark.
âyouâve really changed,â you said again, more softly this time.
hansol looked at you then, really looked at you, and something in him broke open. he thought he was over this. over you. but here you were, reminding him of all the things he loved about you, all the ways you made him feel like he was home.
âyou taught me, you know,â he said, his voice quieter than he intended.
your brows knitted together, "taught you what?"
he hesitated, his hands gripping his knees. but then he thought about how much you deserved to knowâhow much he wanted you to know.
âwhat love is,â he said finally, his words trembling but certain. âyou taught me what it means to care about someone. to put their happiness first. no one else⊠no one else has ever come close.â
the words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. you opened your mouth to respond but found yourself at a loss.
âI didnât realize it back then,â he continued, his gaze unwavering. âI didnât appreciate what I had, and Iâm sorry for that."
you stared at him, eyes wide, your teasing smile replaced by something softer, âhansolâŠâ
âiâm not saying this to make things weird,â he added quickly, his voice tripping over itself. âi just⊠i realised i never told you how much you meant to me. and i shouldâve. you deserved to hear it, to know."
you looked down at the cat in your lap, your fingers running absently through his fur. âwe both made mistakes,â you said quietly.
âmaybe,â he said. âbut i shouldâve done better. i shouldâve fought for us.â
the room felt heavier, the air thick with unspoken words. hansol thought he might have gone too far, that maybe he shouldâve kept those thoughts to himself. but then you looked at him again, a small smile tugging at your lips.
âyou know,â you said, your tone light but your eyes warm, âif you keep saying things like that, i might start to think you want a second chance.â
his heart stuttered. âwould that be so bad?â
your smile grew, your fingers brushing against his as the cat stretched between you. âthat depends,â you said, your voice teasing but your gaze steady. âare you ready to share my attention with the cat this time?â
hansol laughed, the sound surprising even himself. it wasnât just relief; it was hope.
âyeah,â he said, his voice soft but sure. âi think i can manage that.â
you smiled at him, your hand lingering against his for a moment longer. the cat purred contentedly, nestled between you both, as if sensing that maybe, this time, things could be different.
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yam love love love that analysis on cate you just posted and was curious what your thoughts are on queers (lesbians in specific obviously) reading her as a closeted lesbian going through comphet?
tbh i could talk about this for hours but would just like to say that she legitimately had queen maeve posters all over her childhood bedroom lol didnât believe that soldier boy shit for a SECOND.
comphet reading of cate dunlap ft. mariecate
TLDR so u donât have to read the whole thing; all of cateâs relationships with men are overall fake and do not revolve around love, rather the forging of an idealised identity formed around media (comphet Classic). cateâs only real raw genuine untainted relationship is with a woman. ft. mariecate
id love to my favourite hobby is looking at characters through a orangepinkwhite tinged lens. cateâs relationship with luke fits the comphet bill almost too well. firstly, cate being locked up her whole childhood means the formation of identity would be entirely based on media. a very heteronormative landscape of media, which aligns with traditional comphet. you could say her relationship with lukeâliterally golden boyâis comphet based, the âgold standardâ for a relationship cateâs drawn from all that sheâs consumed in her childhood years. effectually, cateâs entire early life was robbed of her. and here, she achieves her perceptionâs âperfectâ idea of a life through luke, and forms her entire identity around him (hence her desperation to keep him). this is especially evident in the fact she changed her major to âhero managementâ just to support lukeâs career. to fully commit in shadowing him, for the rest of her life.
except, itâs fake. the entire relationship is fake. by the time of the show, cate has erased and changed and warped lukeâs memory, his identity to the point where his mind breaks by the pilot. the fauxness and dysfunction of luke/cateâs relationship despite their image of unattainable perfection is probably her largest comphet indicator. maybe she loved him (not enough to remain faithful, however), but it reads as more of a subconscious love of what he represented, and something to anchor her identity to, which sheâs never had a chance to form. as well as a means as to gain shettyâs affection and trust, no matter if she thought it was for his own good or not. her relationship with luke was poisoned, for a multitude of reasons.
(sidenote: cate/luke comphet reminds me of jiper comphet down to the false memories piperâs charmspeak and jason as the golden boy who literally explodes so like. thereâs thatâs free tidbit for anybody who is tapped the fuck in.)
cate has been so deprived of love she seeks it wherever she can find it. hence her stint with andre, which obviously ends in shambles because itâs foundations are already shaky, considering sheâs cheating on luke with him, and andre is fucking his best friendâs girlfriend, but is also disingenuous, because cateâs compulsion powers arguably affect andre the secondmost to luke (though, by a wide margin). these are her two only romantic interests, and they suffer the worst consequences of it.
enter.. marie moreau. and cateâs relationship with marie is more genuine than any of her romantic relationships, which i think is the most telling thing. cate and marie serve as foils to each other: both in the manslaughter of their loved ones, the way shetty attempts to use them, and how can you NOT ship two reflections of each other?
in the finale, cate reaches out her hand, and andre canât take it, because he doesnât trust her. you canât blame him. inversely, marie is the one always reaching out to cate, who is constantly defending cateâs intentions and her motivations to the othersâwhen cate doesnât deserve the benefit of doubt. partly, itâs because marie has known cate the least amount of time, making the betrayal sting the least. but also, cateâs relationship with marie is also the one least tainted by her compulsion powers; marie is the least affected by cateâs manipulations (to love her, to stay with her), and yet, despite marie not being compelled to do so; she still retains her faith in cate. that cate is good. that cate can be good, which is a fact not even cate believes in.
marie actively sees through cateâs compulsion, and later, nulls it. thereâs a reason why marie is the one to discover cateâs betryal. thereâs also a reason why marie is the one to blow cateâs arm off when saving jordan. in the same episode that cate reaches out and andre draws away, marie reaches out to cate, and cate draws away. that is a very direct comparison. it also speaks to cateâs larger unwillingness to accept love that is untainted, either fear she herself will ruin it, or because she doesnât think she deserves it.
anyways, all this to say that yes, cate could totally be read as comphet. and mariecate is totally metal as they are, romantically involved or not.
#me after randomly inserting piper mclean comphet in there#yam thinks#gen v analysis#mariecate#catemarie#iâm only spitballing#lesbian cate all the way
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Seeing Blind (youâre too good to be all mine)
Chapter 5. Mature, 2.4k. Read under cut or on Ao3
(Part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)
As always thank you to @divine-misfortune for writing this with me <3
Rain whipped around. Confused to see Dew running up to him from the side field, brushing debris off of his overalls. They had never spoken before, at least not directly like this. Small quips and comments when he finds himself at Swissâ side that sound like theyâre meant to be digs directed at him despite the fact Dew barely acknowledged his presence.
âIâm sorry?â
âI think we should have a talkâ
Itâs Rainâs turn to barely sleep in Swissâ arms. His head swimming with a tirade of thought. Was he not good enough? Did he do something wrong? Go too fast? Maybe Swiss just didnât want him in the same way he did?
He could feel how hard he was against his back for a good portion of the night. Rationally, most of that couldnât possibly be true. Why would Swiss assume he wasnât ready for it? None of it made sense and it left a strange, conflicted feeling in him. Not quite dejected but certainly confused.
At least he could finally sleep comfortably beside him, in a bed, like real people who like each other do.
When the sun threatens to crest the horizon, Swiss is shifting behind him. Moving carefully. Thoughtfully trying not to jostle Rain awake, no reason for him to have to adhere to the ungodly early schedule Swiss kept. Itâs a hopeless effort but it was the thought that counted. Rain stirred as the arm beneath his head began to retreat, making a soft sound he could only describe as a chirp. His eyes fight to open, drooping despite himself, as Swiss slipped from the cozy little cocoon theyâd made.
âShh tadpoleâŠGo back to sleepâ
Cute. Rain looked beyond adorable and Swiss suddenly understood the meaning of âcuteness aggressionâ. The messy hair and blush coloring his cheeks the loveliest shade of pink was entirely unfair, but the way he managed to bat those pretty eyelashes was playing dirty.
âJustâa couple more minutes Swiss, âleaseâ Rain mumbled his way right into a yawn, tugging at Swissâ shirt like he might just drag him back into bed like this.
âIâve gotta go, I canât be late. But come see me on my break, âkay?â
Swiss smoothed the hair from his forehead, dipping down to kiss the little crease between his brows before Rainâs head dropped back to the pillow with a small whine that he gives up on committing to when the comforters pulled back over him. Hard not to snuggle back in, harder not to bury his face in the other pillow to inhale the comfortable lingering scent like he might just pretend Swiss was still beside him.
Didnât stop him from pouting though.
Leaving Rain was a real test of his will but dutifully Swiss dragged himself away. It was safer for him to duck out as early as this, less of a chance of being caught by the wrong person. He woefully stuffed his feet back into his muddy boots abandoned by the front door and trudged outside towards his truck.
He prayed it was too early for anyone else to be lurking about, and if it had to be anyone, let it be Mountain.
But God had a sense of humor, apparently.
Dew and cirrus were waiting for him with wolfish grins near the tractor, immediately trying to prod him for answers.
"Well well well, smooth talked your way right into his bed huh?" Dew laughed
"Didn't take him for easy.â Cirrus folds her arms looking over his sorry, disheveled state.
"So how was he? Did he even know what he was doing? Was it embarrassingly bad? That why you're doing the walk of shame before the suns even up?" Dew gasped at the promise of scandal, hanging off of Cirrusâ arm with a smirk like he was pleased with himself.
Swiss couldnât tell if he wanted them to die or if he'd like a stampede of cattle to take him out then and there. Honestly, didn't know if they even deserved a response. Probably shouldnât. All their senseless prodding, he shouldnât dignify it but God Dew was too fucking annoying to ignore at times.
âWe didnât do anythingâ Swiss pushed past them to make the hike back to his truck so he could at least change. Boss might give him weird looks for showing up in yesterday's wrinkled clothes.
âOh, sure. Totally. So, tell me, he invites you in and you spend the night doing what exactly? A kiss on the cheek before turning off the lights at nine on the dot so you can sleep on opposite sides of the bed with both hands above the covers?â Dew questions incredulously, with an oddly specific example. âYouâre the worst liar Iâve ever fucking met, Swiss!â
Swiss winced at the volume of his voice, nervously eyeing the farmhouse standing silently as he gestured aggressively for him to shut the fuck up. Rain would be mortified if he knew the others were talking about him in this fashion.
âLove that Swiss thinks he can lie his way out of shit like this, as if you of all people donât know what he looks like after a long night.â Cirrus snickers behind her hand and Dew suddenly looks appalled.
âOh my fucking god it was one time!â
âIt was a couple times actually-â
Like a thief in the night, Swiss uses their endless bickering as an excuse to slip away from their interrogation. He climbed into the backseat of his truck and rummaged under the passenger seat - working a job like this, he learned early on to keep a change of clothes on hand. It was awkward to say the least. He was not a dainty man and the back of his truck was far from spacious but he managed to climb out only having smashed his elbow into the window twice. Seemingly just in time. The crunch of gravel and the sharp squeaks of a poor suspension announced their arrival before the truck branded with an all too familiar logo rounded the bend.
His head snapped around alarmingly fast, met with mischievous grins from the both of them. He bristled. âNot a fucking word or Iâm telling him to drug test you two.â Swiss hissed, both warning and threatening. Dew made a face, opening his mouth to retort but Cirrus was faster. Sticking out her tongue in his direction before grabbing him by the arm and leading him away to where they would pretend to work for the next two hours.
As they left him standing beside his truck, Swiss watched Rainâs father get out of the truck with clearly stiffened limbs. His throat felt tight as he looked his way, fearing that just maybe he knew but the man just regarded him with a curt nod and a gruff good morning, then headed inside.
Swiss wanted to close his head in the door of his truck, multiple times.
It was going to be a long fucking day.
Rain slipped out the back door an hour or so after lunch. Wearing exhaustion and semi untamed curls, a brand of disheveled heâd never sported before. He was off the schedule theyâd taken to over the last few weeks. Swissâ lunch break was a little before two, and it was currently well past. Swiss could sigh and huff all he liked about him sleeping in and shirking his fruit picking responsibilities, as well as what heâd woefully described as âkiss withdrawlsâ, but Rain truly couldnât be faulted for sleeping in. His sheets smelled like warm tobacco and aftershave, a little bit like hay and whatever it was truly encompassed Swiss. It was hard for rain to leave in the morning, silently hoping it would linger until he got back that night.
âRain! Iâve been looking for you!â
Rain whipped around. Confused to see Dew running up to him from the side field, brushing debris off of his overalls. They had never spoken before, at least not directly like this. Small quips and comments when he finds himself at Swissâ side that sound like theyâre meant to be digs directed at him despite the fact Dew barely acknowledged his presence.
âIâm sorry?â
âI think we should have a talk, can you come here for a minute?â Dew kicked some rocks and pursed his lips at rain who looked more than confused. He looked around for Swiss, to see if this was one of his shenanigans or could at least save him from whatever was happening.
Dew knew their routine. Knew exactly how to intersect Rainâs path before he could go attach himself to Swiss like an overgrown leech. It was almost too easy for him to find and stop him. If Rain had any more confidence in himself he wouldâve told Dew to leave him alone, return the same disdain Dew had regarded him with from the start, but he was alarmingly forward. Grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him with surprising ease towards the tractor for a bit more privacy. Less of a chance theyâd be interrupted.
Dew, and the other workers by extension were far from fond of him. Swiss was the outlier. Rain knew fighting him on this would cause nothing but trouble.
âWhere are you going by the way? Thought you didnât have to do your small share of work till later.â Whatever over sweetness heâd greeted him with dropped from his tone, borderline sneering at him instead.
âDad asked me to check on one of the cows, said she looked in bad shape this morning.â Rain readjusted the bag on his shoulder, eyes flitting towards the field with a silent prayer that Swiss might just happen to pop up. Save him from whatever heâd walked into.
âBullshit,â Dew barely stopped himself from laughing at his lie. âHe wouldâve mentioned it to us, not you.â Dew crossed his arms, leaning on the tractor. Casually and subtly blocking off Rainâs easy exit back to the yard.
âOkâŠThen what do you think Iâm doing?â Rain scoffed and rolled his eyes. This was dumb, they both had better things to be doing.
âConsidering that brown paper sack in your hands, and the little birdie that talks about you in the barn, Iâd say youâre bringing Swiss a snack for his breakâ itâs the slight flick of his eyes that answers the silent accusation.
âI donât see how what I do with my time is any of your businessâ Rain's voice was almost entirely confident, almost. The faintest waver under his incredulous stare. It was hard to hold steady when someone as intense as Dew was interrogating him like he was caught about to do something downright sinister.
âWell I just think itâs funny how much time you spend with him. All of your breaks, sneaking out to go to the bonfire, spending the night?â He practically hissed his last point. âThought your dad didnât like you spending too much time with people like us. Weird, huh?â
âIâm not like that, Iâm not my father.â Rain felt almost guilty as dew continued to stare at him like he was disgusted. Had he really been that bad? He didnât think he was that much of a priss before Swiss came around.
âOh you arenât? Rain, all you do is sit on your throne and occasionally feed the animals or pick fruit for daddyâs approval. Iâve heard what heâs said, what youâve said.â
His face, with whatever increasingly anxious expression heâd been sporting, fell instantly. Comments from his father over the years rooted in overworked frustration when profits didnât balance out costs, when equipment turned up broken, when the work wasn't done to his standards. Blindly throwing blame on his workers. And Rain, a teenager vying for his parentâs approval, stupidly echoed the sentiment more than once and turned his nose up at them and the work they did. Even went out of his way to avoid the lot of them at the behest of his father.
âDew, Iâm sorryâŠI never-â
âAll Iâm saying is donât fuck around and break Swissâ heart just because youâve decided to enjoy the attention from the peasantsâ Dew spat. His tone growing increasingly more frustrated as the months or years of indignation began to finally bubble to the surface.
âThatâs not-â A finger is held up before he can begin to explain himself, effectively shutting him up before he could stammer any further.
âSave it princess, I donât want to hear it! Iâm warning you to stop fucking around with him - Swiss doesnât deserve to be some passing fancy till youâre able to go back to that prestigious university of yours.â
Rain opened his mouth and quickly closed it when he couldnât manage any sound. Dread filled his stomach and began clawing its way up his throat. Choking him.
Is that really what they all thought of him? Is that what Swiss thought all of this was?
âYouâre a smart guy, yeah? You should be smart enough to know not to cross this clear line in the sand that you and your dad drew a long time ago. Go back to your fucking tower and stay there.â
And as quickly as his tirade began, it ended with Dew turning on his heel and storming off with his fists clenched at his sides. Heâd said more than enough for Rain to get the message; none of them wanted anything to do with him, Swiss just didnât know it yet. They all harbored a level of resentment Rain hadnât quite comprehended apparently.
Rain didnât walk after him. Stays rooted in place watching Dew stalk off towards the fields until the vague shape of him becomes blurry. Tears burned in his eyes. All he could do was shrink into himself and return to the house where he promptly shoved the paper bag to the bottom of the trash can. At least there, he could pretend heâd never made it to begin with.
Was he stupid? He felt like an idiot for ever thinking he could really have something as genuine as this.
Heat radiated within his chest and made itself known in the form of blotchy redness in his cheeks. He retreated to his room, bag dropped steps in front of his door in order to throw himself onto his bed like a teenage girl with a broken heart. They werenât anything and yet it felt like his rib cage was caving in. Guilt, shame, and humiliation danced inside him. Mingled into a single sensation that made his throat painfully tight.
Rain hiccuped over a half sob, shoving both pillows off the bed and onto the floor. He didnât need the reminder. With both pillows out of the way, he was met with the cotton candy blue shark heâd stuffed into hiding the night before. He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and pulled the plush against himself. Childish comforts.
Dew was right, telling him the things he was too selfish to acknowledge. None of them wanted him around, and maybe Swiss didnât really either. Did Swiss only humor him because he was the bossâ son? Placate âthe princessâ to keep his job. Dew was right. He didnât deserve Swiss.
#Iâm so sorry this took forever I promise we are committed to finishing it#I love this au so much#I hope you guys do too#please enjoy thereâs a lot planned coming up <3#the band ghost#ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost bc#wrath writes#swiss ghoul#rain ghoul#dewdrop ghoul
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As he was approaching the house, he heard a familiar voice singing a song as the sound travelled through the open windows and out into the streets. The voice perhaps was not the most talented but it was not awful either and he found it oddly soothing to listen to.
this one gives me such disney vibes, now all that's missing are the animals that listen to her singing đ€Łđ€Ł
âYe always say it's givin' ye headaches,â (Y/N) rolled her eyes with a sigh. âAnyhow, I'm off to work now,â she informed him with a sweet smile and approached him to place a kiss upon his cheek.
what an idiot the og halbrand were
Because Halbrand most likely had broken such promises many times before and Sauron had planned that, too. But now, looking deep into her eyes, he suddenly wanted to change his mind. He did not want to be like Halbrand â he wanted to be a better version of him.
my heaaart oh my god đ
âOh, but it's different, is it not? This man deserves it,â Sauron hissed out and when he was sure that (Y/N) kept glancing at the guards, he allowed his eyes to transform into two snake-like orbs that visibly terrified the rude man.
okay, that one was kinda hot. okay, it was REALLY hot
âHalbrand, please. They need you,â Galadriel stood up and put her hand on his shoulder before lowering her voice. âI need you,â she added and looked down before leaving the house quietly.
âI know ye want to. Just go, claim the title that's not yours, go on. But don't be stupid enough to think she'd ever want ye the way ye want her. Please, husband, don't embarrass yerself by thinkin' she'd want a filthy, ragged commoner,â (Y/N) whispered but in her voice there was no malice â it was pure worry and concern. Love.
to be loved, is to be changed đ«¶đœ
all he needs is love
What if it was a second chance for him? Not for Sauron, but for the real him â MaironâŠ? What if it was his chance to get redeemed? To be at peace finally as if all the suffering Morgoth had put him through had never taken place?
the way i love his thoughts
âIt doesn't matter, love. I love ye the way ye are now â more than I've ever loved ye, even though I didn't think it was possible,â she confessed and Sauron felt his heart swelling inside his chest as he leaned down to join their lips together in a loving kiss.
OBSESSED
It was the first time ever when he felt⊠tired. In the simplest and most common way, he felt exhausted and his stomach seemed to demand to have a meal.
OH MY GOD!!! DOES THAT MEANâŠ
âI think I'm expectin', Hal,â she told him, excitedly. âI wasn't sure but my friends at work said those are the very symptoms!â She added happily and he froze as he blinked slowly a few times, trying to process the new information.
âYou're not sleeping around, are you?â He asked before he could think about the rubbish leaving his mouth.
saying in hermiones voice: what. an. idiot.
âTell me, love,â he started and she raised an eyebrow at him, âare you a spirit sent to me from Valinor to lead me back on the right path? Have I passed the test?â He dared to ask and he could swear, there was a small sparkle lighting up her eyes for a short while. But then, she only laughed.
MAYBE SHE REALLY IS
this makes me think about so many things at the same time đźđź it would be mind blowing, and a REAL plottwist
or she was just happy to hear him say that đ§
His wife.
iâm crying this is perfect
âAnd for me?! For me?!â He felt something tugging at his tunic and he laughed at the sight of his excited daughter. He gave her a hug, too and caressed her ruffled hair as she gave him a toothless smile.
two children?? my heart is full
i love how you said it in the beginning because iâm a sucker for happy endings too. and i love this fic with all my heart, because it was everything about a happy ending.
truly amazing lily, a real masterpiece đ€đ€
â SOMEPLACE BETTER (III)
PART ONE || PART TWO
PAIRING â Sauron x fem!human(?)!Reader
SUMMARY â Lady Galadriel keeps convincing Halbrand and his wife to change their minds and go back to Middle-earth but Sauron is starting to realise that this new life might be his chance to start all over and redeem himself.
AUTHORâS NOTE â As I warned, in this part Sauron is very ooc but I'm a sucker for happy endings... I couldn't picture it any other way with a mortal Reader tbh... đ€·đ»ââïž Although, whether she is really a human or not â I let you decide and interpret it whatever way you wish! đđ The song The Reader sings in this part is called Lonesome Road and I know it from Joan Baez but I changed the lyrics a little so they could fit the fantasy world better.
WORD COUNT â 4,570
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
SOMEPLACE BETTER (III)
Even though he thought Halbrand's wife had given up on him already, it seemed to be quite otherwise. The guards came to Sauron in the early morning to tell him that he was free to go under a condition to never start any fight on the streets of NĂșmenor ever again. Next time, the Queen Regent would not be so merciful. And now, she would even give him a chance to prove his worth and earn the guild crest.
Apparently, (Y/N) had spent nearly the whole night begging and pleading after getting an audience.
Free to go anywhere he wanted to, he simply decided to walk back to his new home and wait there for Lady Galadriel to show up with the next idea or opportunity.
It was not going according to his plan â (Y/N) had made sure of it. But it was still going well enough and that was what mattered the most.
As he was approaching the house, he heard a familiar voice singing a song as the sound travelled through the open windows and out into the streets. The voice perhaps was not the most talented but it was not awful either and he found it oddly soothing to listen to.
Slowly and quietly, Sauron walked inside the house and leaned on the wall with crossed arms as he watched (Y/N) with a smirk. She had her back turned on him and had no idea he was there as she busied herself with brushing her hair in front of a small mirror and preparing to go to her new work.
And while doing so, she was singing. Sauron listened with curiosity because he had missed many new songs in the time when he had been regaining his strength to go back to the world of living.
And he had never been familiar with the songs of common people anyway.
âThey say all good friends must part sometime. Why not you and I, my Lord? Why not you and I?â (Y/N) sang softly. âOh, I wish to the gods that I'd never been born or died when I was a baby, my Lord⊠Or died when I was a baby,â she added and Sauron swallowed a lump in his throat.
He had no idea he would be able to see himself in a song written by commoners and yet, he sometimes wondered himself why the Valar had created him. And he often wished they had not. It would save him pain and suffering that he was not able to speak of.
âOh, I wish to the gods that I'd never seen your face, heard your lyin' tongue, my Lord⊠Heard your lyin' tongue,â (Y/N) kept going with the song as she put some rouge upon her cheeks. âYou better look up and down that long, lonesome road where all of your friends have gone, my Lord, and you and I must goâŠâ she continued humming and then she jumped up at the sight of him standing behind her with crossed arms. âOi, Hal, I haven't seen ye. Forgive me, I know ye don't like it when I sing,â she got nervous in an instant.
âI don't?â Sauron raised an eyebrow, surprised.
âYe always say it's givin' ye headaches,â (Y/N) rolled her eyes with a sigh. âAnyhow, I'm off to work now,â she informed him with a sweet smile and approached him to place a kiss upon his cheek.
He let her but when she wanted to move away, he grabbed her wrists to keep her in place and she raised an eyebrow at him.
âWhat have you done to free me, love?â He asked in a whisper.
âI begged and pleaded for ye, Hal,â she answered. âTold the good Queen ye're naught but a man who wants to work, with a pride that's hurt. I promised ye wouldn't get in trouble again. An' ye better not.â (Y/N)'s eyes filled with pain as if she knew already he would break the promise.
Because Halbrand most likely had broken such promises many times before and Sauron had planned that, too. But now, looking deep into her eyes, he suddenly wanted to change his mind. He did not want to be like Halbrand â he wanted to be a better version of him.
âI don't deserve you,â he admitted and caressed her cheek gently.
âStart, then,â she challenged him with a cracked smile and patted his chest before going out of the house.
And even though Sauron was tempted to stay inside and wait for Lady Galadriel to show up, he walked out as well and went to the forge nearby where he was supposed to start his own training to be able to earn the guild crest.
Humiliating it was and very humbling for the disciple of Aulë to be reduced to the role of a common smith's errand boy.
When Sauron was coming back from work, it was getting dark already. He was walking slowly down the steps and whistling the very same song he had heard earlier that day â the one Halbrand's wife had been singing.
In his hands he was carrying a few coins he had earned on that day and he was playing with them by tossing them in the air and catching them swiftly right after. As he approached the harbour, he spotted (Y/N) standing by one of the wooden tables and selling the goods to the people standing in the queue.
He wondered why she was left alone by the stand but assumed the woman working with her was having a break. And the closer to the market he was getting, the more he could see how stressed Halbrand's wife seemed to be.
âYou useless woman, you can't even count properly, can you?!â Sauron heard some man's harsh words due to the fact his hearing was much better than if he was truly human.
âI-I'm sorry, I'm still learnin'. How much do I owe ye, then?â (Y/N) was trying to sound nice.
âYou're good for nothing, stupid wench,â the man spat out. âWhere is Bellona?â
âShe had to leave earlier today. Please, it is no big deal. Let me just give you back the money andââ
âYou should go back to Middle-earth where low women like you belong,â the man interrupted her.
Sauron didn't think much in that moment as the primal instincts took over him. He hid his coins away and hurried to (Y/N)'s stand as he grabbed the rude man by his tunic and turned him around.
âAre you bothering my wife?â He asked, raising his eyebrows.
âHal!â (Y/N) squealed, looking nervously at the guards that were already coming their way after sensing trouble. âLet go of him, I beg ye! Ye promised me ye wouldn'tââ
âOh, but it's different, is it not? This man deserves it,â Sauron hissed out and when he was sure that (Y/N) kept glancing at the guards, he allowed his eyes to transform into two snake-like orbs that visibly terrified the rude man.
Sauron let go of his tunic the moment he heard the guards standing behind him and the man hurried away as quickly as possible.
âIt's nothin', it's nothin'!â (Y/N) exclaimed at the guards. âI'm closin' for the day! Please, let us go.â
The men looked at each other but since the other man had run away and did not file any complaint, they just shrugged their arms and walked away alongside the rest of the people waiting in the queue.
âYe promised!â (Y/N) gave Sauron a very scolding look as she busied herself with tidying up the stand and collecting the money.
âIf you think I am going to let some bastard treat you this way, love, then you are mistaken. If I must rot in that cell for a lifetime, then I shall,â Sauron shrugged his arms and Halbrand's wife looked at him as if he had just said something crazy.
âSince when are ye so gifted with words, Hal?â She chuckled and shook her head. âAnyhow, in that cell, ye won't be 'round to protect me. Foolish, it'd be, but ye've never been the brightest, have ye?â she pointed out and Sauron gritted his teeth with an eye roll.
She kept blabbering to him about her day while they walked back to their house and even though it was a short road, it felt like forever due to her talking. However, Sauron was very surprised at the sight of Lady Galadriel sitting by the table when they entered the house.
He had been waiting for her to come and now he was shocked, nearly startled. As if he had forgotten already about his scheme.
âOi!â (Y/N) put her hands on her hips. âIs it not illegal to sneak up on folk like that inside their own homes, Elf?!â She asked. âWhen'll ye leave us be, huh?â
âThe Queen Regent agreed to gather the army. They will seek for the volunteers,â Galadriel announced. âPeople of NĂșmenor might not need you, Halbrand, but when we arrive in The Southlands, a strong leader will be needed. Someone to unite and show the way.â
âSomeone to lie, ye say,â (Y/N) rolled her eyes and finally closed the door behind her. âBut go on, Elf, keep talkin'. I'm sure my husband'll agree sooner or later. Vain as he is, always has been,â she sighed as if she was defeated.
Sauron felt an odd tug inside his heart at those words. Even though going with Galadriel to Middle-earth and continuing his plan while leaving annoying (Y/N) behind would be an ideal outcome⊠He felt challenged now to refuse Galadriel just to show (Y/N) that he could do better than that.
âI have already told the Queen Regent who you most likely are,â Galadriel insisted, ignoring Halbrand's wife and looking deep into his eyes.
âYou must be desperate,â he pointed out with a smirk and watched his angry wife unpacking the groceries from her wicker basket on the kitchen counter.
âOf course I am. And you should be, too. It is about your home. Why do you give up on it so easily?â Galadriel wondered out loud.
âIt gave up on us long before we ever gave up on it,â (Y/N) turned around to answer her.
âThis land was your place in Middle-earth. It was giving you vegetables to eat, grass to feed your animals with, clean water from the riversâŠâ Lady Galadriel pointed out.
âAnd what do ye know about it, grand Elf?â (Y/N) rolled her eyes at that. âIt ain't easy work growin' yer vegetables an' keepin' yer animals alive. One bad winter's all it takes to take away yer loved ones, yer cows, horses, an' chickens. I've no love for that land,â she stated, harshly.
âYou can change the fate of people who suffer like you have sufferedâŠâ Galadriel's voice softened. âAs their Queen,â she tempted and Sauron raised an eyebrow, surprised to see how dirty she could play.
Nearly as dirty as him.
âMe? A Queen?â (Y/N) laughed at that. âI can't even read!â She only said and turned around again to deal with the groceries.
âHalbrand, please. They need you,â Galadriel stood up and put her hand on his shoulder before lowering her voice. âI need you,â she added and looked down before leaving the house quietly.
Long silence occurred between Sauron and Halbrand's wife.
âGo with her,â (Y/N) muttered.
âWhat?â Sauron looked at her, surprised. She turned around to lay her wet eyes on him.
âI know ye want to. Just go, claim the title that's not yours, go on. But don't be stupid enough to think she'd ever want ye the way ye want her. Please, husband, don't embarrass yerself by thinkin' she'd want a filthy, ragged commoner,â (Y/N) whispered but in her voice there was no malice â it was pure worry and concern. Love.
âI'm not that stupid,â Sauron approached her with hesitance and put his hands on her arms to comfort her. âI know you're the only woman who is crazy enough to love me.â
âBut is that enough to make ye stay?â She asked and her lower lip trembled.
He did not answer but he pulled her close to his chest to wrap his arms around her and kiss the top of her head.
Sauron was laying awake all night long as usual, caressing the back of Halbrand's wife and staring at the ceiling. He knew they would gather the volunteers on the next day and he still was not sure what to do.
The path he had chosen for himself was not so certain anymore. He truly did not mind the life he had here in NĂșmenor and even (Y/N)'s presence was becoming less and less annoying to him. In fact â even though she had no idea who he truly was â it felt oddly nice to be loved and taken care of. As simple as that.
He extended his hand to the nightstand and brushed the pendant laying there with his fingertips as he remembered the very first conversation he had had with the heraldry's original owner â Diarmid.
âA sure path may crumble, but there's always another. Often, it can lead us someplace better. Someplace good. They say there's a place across the sea, a man can escape himself. Find another path. Perhaps another life.â
What if it was a second chance for him? Not for Sauron, but for the real him â MaironâŠ? What if it was his chance to get redeemed? To be at peace finally as if all the suffering Morgoth had put him through had never taken place?
(Y/N) shifted slightly in his arms and he looked down at her face that was now lit up by the first rays of the rising sun getting through the window. At that moment, that common and simple woman looked like the most beautiful creature in the whole world to him. And she certainly felt like peace.
âIs it time to wake up now, love?â She mumbled out, sleepily.
âNo, love, not yet. I will tell you when,â he assured her.
âGood,â she smiled and nuzzled her face deeper into him.
â(Y/N)?â Sauron swallowed a lump in his throat as he fidgeted with the pendant between his fingers.
âHm?â
âWhat if I told you I was not your husband?â He tried to make it sound light-hearted as if he was jesting. âThat I'm a spirit that took over his body at that time when he was away while the village was being attacked?â He looked down at her, nervously.
âYe're crazy, Hal,â she chuckled and opened her eyes lazily. Then, she tilted her head and reached her hand up to caress his hair. âBut, mayhaps, I'd believe that, ye know? 'Cause ye've changed a lot since then,â she admitted and hesitated for a moment as she bit on her lower lip. âIt doesn't matter, love. I love ye the way ye are now â more than I've ever loved ye, even though I didn't think it was possible,â she confessed and Sauron felt his heart swelling inside his chest as he leaned down to join their lips together in a loving kiss.
As he watched the ships sail away on that day, Sauron couldn't believe that he was simply letting them go. He saw Lady Galadriel standing in her shining armour, holding her sword. She was still glancing at him as if she expected him to jump into the waters and join them no matter what.
He wondered why she was so drawn to him, even after (Y/N)'s big mouth had made it clear that he was not any forgotten king. Could Galadriel feel who he was, deep inside?
But who was he? He was not sure anymore.
So, he looked away and went back on the road that would lead him to the forge where he worked these days. He was told he would get his guild crest very soon because they were in awe of his extraordinary talents.
Not only talent was his quality, though. It was also how much he was able to work at once and without breaks. At least it had been this way until recently.
It was the first time ever when he felt⊠tired. In the simplest and most common way, he felt exhausted and his stomach seemed to demand to have a meal. He nearly fainted at the end of his shift and when he dragged his feet back home, he was yawning. Surely, it would worry him under any other circumstances but now he was simply too tired to overthink what could have caused it. Was it some sort of a curse put on him by angry Lady Galadriel?
âHalbrand!â (Y/N)'s worried tone brought him back to reality when he entered the house.
She hurried to him and cupped his cheeks with widened eyes.
âLove, ye're so pale, an' the bags under yer eyes⊠What happened?!â
âNothing happened,â Sauron shrugged his arms. âI'm just tired, that's it. I nearly fainted,â he admitted and sat down on the chair, sighing out of relief to finally be able to rest a little.
âWell, that's no wonder! Ye've been eatin' half meals for weeks now!â Halbrand's wife pointed out in a scolding manner. âWe're not starvin' anymore, Hal, ye don't have to keep givin' me yer portions!â She exclaimed and approached the stove to pour him a bowl full of soup. âHere, eat,â she ordered as she placed it in front of him.
And, for some reason, Sauron ate all of it in a blink of an eye. He even asked for one more portion as Halbrand's wife gave it to him gladly but not without more of her whining about him being irresponsible. Then he asked for another and after three bowls of her soup, he finally felt better.
His stomach was no longer hurting at least, but he was still sleepy.
âGo, take some rest, love,â (Y/N) shook her head. âYe don't sleep enough, don't eat enough. At least ye're not drinkin' and gamblin' anymore, but ye can't go on like this. Do ye want to die before forty, Hal? I ain't lettin' that happen!â She continued with her usual whining and he rolled his eyes.
âHow can I rest when you keep your mouth open?!â Sauron asked and she huffed but she went silent and left him alone in the bedroom as she went back to the kitchen to clean the bowl after his soup.
It was the very first time when Sauron fell asleep not out of boredom or the need of dissociation but out of exhaustion.
And when he opened his eyes again, it was the next morning already and (Y/N) was shaking him to wake him up.
âHalbrand! Ye're gonna be late for work!â She exclaimed.
âBut⊠I'm still tiredâŠâ He mumbled out, not understanding what was happening to him.
âLike all of us working folk each mornin'!â (Y/N) laughed. âCome on, I'm not lettin' ye out without breakfast, go to the kitchen,â she hurried him and he rubbed his eyes before nodding at her.
Sauron began to suspect that he was turning into a human for some time now but it took an unusual revelation to convince him that it was truly happening indeed.
(Y/N) was grinning widely on that day when he came back home and she welcomed him by throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him all over his face as he tried to give back some of the kisses. When she finally stopped, she fixed his brand new guild crest and batted her eyelashes while looking up to stare into his eyes.
âWhat is it?â He asked.
âI think I'm expectin', Hal,â she told him, excitedly. âI wasn't sure but my friends at work said those are the very symptoms!â She added happily and he froze as he blinked slowly a few times, trying to process the new information.
âThat is⊠Impossible,â he furrowed his brows.
âI used to think so, too. Married for so long with no babe of our own but I was wishin' and hopin' and here we are!â She clapped her hands like an excited child. âPerhaps it was that damned Middle-earth not being good for us, Hal, but here we can!â
Sauron took a deep breath in. She didn't understand â it was not about being fertile or not. It was about the fact he was a Maia and there was no possibility of him putting a baby in her without doing it with his own free will.
UnlessâŠ
âYou're not sleeping around, are you?â He asked before he could think about the rubbish leaving his mouth.
(Y/N) froze at his words and her smile turned into a frown. She approached him at this very moment and slapped his face. Hard. He could feel it like any mortal would now and he admitted it truly hurt.
âHow dare ye, Halbrand?! Ye wretched bastard! Even if ye meant to jest, that was uncalled for!â She raised her voice as he rubbed his cheek and winced out of pain.
âI'm sorry, love, I haven't thought before speaking. I just can't believe itâŠâ He tried to excuse himself. âPlease, forgive me.â
Her face didn't look so angry anymore but she didn't say anything and turned around without a word to walk away.
In fact, she didn't say a word to him for the rest of the day and only at night when she was deep asleep, he dared to touch her abdomen slightly with his hand.
He wasn't able to feel any presence there but these days he couldn't feel anything, to be honest. He couldn't hear nor see as much either. He was losing his abilities as time was passing.
Sauron kept his hand there, on the belly of Halbrand's wife, and he sighed. It was happening, whether he liked it or not. And he was not even sure anymore if he wanted it or not.
As he got lost in the train of thought, he realised that he had been caressing (Y/N) abdomen all that time without thinking. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled gently at him.
âHal, ye son of a bitch,â she shook her head and giggled as she took his hand carefully and brought it to her lips to place a few small and sweet kisses upon his knuckles. âI swear, ye're gonna be the death of me.â
âAnd you are going to be the death of me,â he chuckled and leaned in to peck her lips.
She was going to be. Literally.
This body would start growing old normally now and, eventually, he would pass away like every mortal. But maybe he would do that laying in a bed, holding her hand and surrounded by their children.
When they broke the kiss, (Y/N) smiled widely and caressed her husband's cheeks lovingly. She looked ethereal at that moment and a crazy thought appeared inside of his head.
âTell me, love,â he started and she raised an eyebrow at him, âare you a spirit sent to me from Valinor to lead me back on the right path? Have I passed the test?â He dared to ask and he could swear, there was a small sparkle lighting up her eyes for a short while. But then, she only laughed.
âGo back to sleep, ye madman,â she patted his chest lightly and turned around while laughing softly.
He kept staring at her for some time more, then he went back to looking at the ceiling. And, eventually, he turned around as well to wrap his arm around the waist of Halbrand's wife.
His wife.
Halbrand was coming back from work slowly while playing with the little horse forged out of iron in his hand as he hummed a song. The sun was setting slowly on the horizon when he approached the harbour where (Y/N) was slowly tidying up her stand on the market.
Her own one, that she had earned finally and was so proud of it as she was working for herself now and was able to bring more money home.
He watched her tidy up with a loving smile and their son was helping her while talking to her excitedly about something â his mouth would never close just like his mother's.
âDaddy!â He spotted him finally and ran up to him as (Y/N) chuckled.
âHey, little man,â Halbrand crouched down to give his son a hug. âHow was your day?â
âIt was good!â The boy nodded. âI helped mummy a bit. And yours, daddy?â
âI made this for you,â Halbrand handed him the little horse and the boys' eyes sparkled at the sight.
âSo pretty! Thank you, daddy!â He wrapped his little arms around Halbrand's neck to give him another hug and Halbrand patted his back.
âAnd for me?! For me?!â He felt something tugging at his tunic and he laughed at the sight of his excited daughter. He gave her a hug, too and caressed her ruffled hair as she gave him a toothless smile.
âI have something for you, too, Princess,â Halbrand assured her and took another item out of his pocket â a seashell made out of iron.
He had made sure it was crafted with the best precision and with all the tiny details, therefore it looked nearly like a real seashell. Only it was silver, which made it even better in his little girl's eyes.
âThank you, daddy!â She giggled as she squinted her eyes at the shell and kept examining it under every possible angle.
âYou spoil 'em way too much!â (Y/N) stood above him and he stood up to greet her with a short peck on the cheek.
âSomebody has to,â Halbrand answered playfully and his wife shot him a glance, which made his son giggle.
âStop sayin' nonsense and let's go back home,â she shook her head and walked away slowly.
He watched his children follow her happily and he did, too, but much slower as he stared at the sun setting on the horizon. The sky looked like a canva full of pink and orange hues and he took a deep breath in at the beauty of it.
It was nearly as peaceful and beautiful as back in the day in Valinor. Mortals perhaps were not welcome there but, apparently, they could also experience wonders as marvellous.
And perhaps this whole life was built on a lie because he couldn't imagine telling (Y/N) the truth about who he truly was and that her real husband had been dead for years. That he had died because of gambling and drinking after leaving her alone when she was being attacked by the Orcs. There was no point in telling her even if she would somehow believe him. It would only bring her useless pain and he knew very well that her actual husband would most likely never do all these things he had done to make her happy. He would not love her right like he could.
âYe comin', Hal?â His wife's voice brought him back to reality.
Halbrand nodded at her and joined her side to take his daughter by her little hand.
After all, it was not the sunset but her and her brother that were the real wonders. And it was not NĂșmenor that he called home but it was them â they were his better place.
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#he really has found his someplace better#i love it so much#he deserves it#fic rec#halbrand x reader#sauron x reader#the rings of power
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High School Frenemy is taking over my brain and I cannot stop thinking about itÂ
I think of Saint in the past, alcoholic father, absent mother, unmoored and unrestrained, his anger festering inside himself, violence the only way to let his feelings out
And the way that Shin is his anchor, his everything, his motivation purpose and will to live, the thing most precious to him, the only person to really care about him and take care of him
And the way in the past, no matter the importance Shin had for him, how he was unable to articulate himself out loud, to share his love, his care, the way he needed to use excuses to do things for Shin
The way Saint showed his love through actions and his presence
The way his fear of Shin leaving him transformed into anger, into hurting Shine and became the biggest mistake of his life
I think of Shin in the past, absent father, a mother who left him to care for his little sister. The only person always there for him cheering his games, sharing his dream, being Saint.
How Saint was there to always take care of him in his darkest moments, to keep him from being hurt, to make him laugh
How Shin was always saying how important Saint was for him, how he was always there to save Saint from himself
And then it all went to shit and they were both left in shambles
Saint with his guilt and inability to even face Shin because of what he didÂ
Shin hurt and alone without his best friend there to help him
How their relationship was changed by the trauma and the absence, how it became this powerful thing they couldnât let go of, this hurt, this yearning, this unhealed festering wound, kept deep within themselvesÂ
The way Saint couldnât stay away from Shin and he tried to see him but was sent away by his mother, and the way he had to just accept it because he did not deserve Shin even if it was what he wanted and needed the most and how depressed it made him and how he kept trying to find indirect ways to see Shin, because even a glance would have been better than nothing
How Saint spent three years in a half-dead state, atoning for what he did to the person who mattered the most, never resorting to violence again, being beaten and taking it because it was what he deserved
How Shin named his gang Tsunami because he hadnât left even then, how all his friendships never reached the same level as the one with Saint, how there was always a wall between himself and the rest of the world, how nobody could take care of him but he took care of everyone
How he resorted to violence because he couldnât take the loneliness and anger anymore
How in a way he took Saintâs worst traits and made them a part of himself
And then I think of when they meet again, under the rain, under the same umbrella, how it felt like a miracle for Saint, his dreams coming true, Shin in his reach again, how he had another chance and he would take everything if it meant being with Shin again
And how Shin felt betrayed and was angry because he couldn't trust Shin, he couldnât believe he wouldnât run awayÂ
And so Saint had to prove it all, prove his resistance his willingness to bear it all and in the end Shin could do nothing but capitulate because he missed Saint more than he missed soccer, more than his lost future because Saint gives him meaning just as much as Shin gives meaning to Saint
How the tables turned and now itâs Saint declaring his love for the world to see because he bottled his feelings for 3 years and he canât contain them anymore and if he doesnât get another chance at least he was able to say it all.
And how after they cleared the air they feel alive, like different people, able to smile freely, using every excuse to spend time together, to touch each other, to test and see that this is real, theyâre together again
And Iâm in love with how they feel like platonic soulmates but there is still something more, a romantic undertone just waiting to happen when theyâre on steadier ground sure of who they are, where they stand, because they are too happy to find each other again to risk it all so soon
Theyâre a potential just waiting for the right time to happen
#ella's cursed thoughts#saintshin#saint x shin#they're taking over my brain#they're in love your honor there is no heterosexual explanation for the shit they say and how they look at each other#i can't deal with them they are making me go batshit insane#high school frenemy
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My liege I wanted to submit this during celibacy week but I ended up being so busy aughhhhhh oh well that just means we can make it horny now if it so happens to happen
Been thinking about... domestication... What if, when Minimus returned to Luna-1, being stripped of his rank and armour wasn't enough. What if he cried and protested and begged when Tyrest took the armour, and Tyrest decided Minimus was so unworthy that he doesn't even deserve to exist as he currently is.
When Rodimus and Rung and the rest of the gang end up imprisoned on Luna-1, they meet a strange little turbofox curled up in the corner. Its smaller than what they would expect. It's also very green. Whilst Rodimus is busy yelling about being stuck here, Rung gently approaches the creature, a little curious about why a mechanimal would be imprisoned here, but more because the thing looks so scared. The little kibble-fluff it has shakes and rattles whilst its big ears are pressed back in fear. And yet, when Rung approaches, it doesn't growl or bare its teeth. It just stares, optics wide, afraid.
It takes some coaxing with a few rust sticks and gentle pets, but the turbofox is gradually lured out of its corner. It doesn't seem to want to be held, struggling when Rung tries to pick it up. But Roddy, curious, and desperately trying to find something else distracting other than thinking about being trapped, is immediately like LET ME HOLD and grabs the poor little thing. It yips at first and struggles- but Rodimus' warm frame seems to calm it. The poor little thing must be cold. It curls up whilst held against Roddy's chestplate and doesn't seem to plan to move.
The rest of Luna-1 happens and etc etc etc and they all eventually return to the ship... it's too bad they never found out what happened to Magnus, but the poor bot would be deactivated by now anyway according to Ratchet's predictions.
They've brought the tiny turbofox with them. It's not like they could just leave the thing behind... Rodimus, secretly pretty shaken up by the whole killswitch thing and once again failing his duties to protect his crew, unable to even keep track of one DYING second in command, keeps the little guy with him. The turbofox isn't the friendliest creature, but it seems content enough to be carried around by Rodimus for his warmth. And Rodimus feels a little better with some company and a little creature to hold.
Rodimus brings that thing everywhere. He starts calling it Roddy Jr. and everyone hates the name lmao. He brings it to all his appointments with Rung, holding it close and petting it to ease his nerves.
As the turbofox gets more comfortable on the ship, they start to find that it's still not particularly friendly. It doesn't like to be petted or cooed at or held by most other bots, but it will also never snarl or growl. It will glare and swat at servos that get too close, or even just duck under them, but never bare its sharp denta. Rodimus seems to be the only one with a free pass to hold the thing everywhere. Even so, sometimes it complains and struggles, but eventually lets Roddy carry it.
It's only much later when Ratchet, finally less busy with all the mechs' repairs, insists that Rodimus brings his pet in for a routine checkup too. They've never had a chance to properly check the thing since they found it and who knows what diseases it could be carrying. (Roddy is like hey >:[ at this btw)
But when Ratchet finally gets a good look at the thing... he has some uncomfortable suspicions. Being the only one to have ever seen Minimus' true form, this turbofox looks strangely familiar. And once he finds that it has a tcog, things really seem suspicious. But, as far as he knows, it's never behaved like Magnus or responded to anything that would make them think it was him. Ratchet tries calling it Ultra Magnus, but the turbofox just looks at him quietly. It's strangely polite and docile for a turbofox, just sitting there and letting Ratchet work on it. Something isn't right with this thing, but he doesn't know what.
Ratchet starts asking Rodimus some leading questions about this... but Rodimus just gets really defensive about anything asked about his new little pet. No! How could his little guy be another mech. So what if it has a tcog maybe some mechanimals have cogs. Whatever.
If Ratchet's suspicions are right, he's going to need Chromedome to have a look too. But it doesn't look like Rodimus is going to even entertain that as a suggestion
Rodimus is so desperate to keep this thing with him, to have some company, some kind of comfort, something on this ship that doesn't hate him, that he's not willing to entertain a single suspicious thought about his pet. He's not losing his only companion.
oh yes yes yes that's so fucking good. Rodimus' emotional support turbofox... he refuses to let anyone near it, and honestly, people are a little worried about the blow that taking his new pet could deal to Rodimus' mental health.... no one can help Minimus it seems...
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last night i watched the first episode in supernatural and within 10 minutes i put it on pause because in NO way, through the 15 seasons, should anyone be happy with how dean's story ends with him dying whilst hunting
because in the 10 minutes that ive learnt about him is that he's spent his entire life fighting, and he dies FIGHTING
no satisfying narrative ends like that, especially not for one thats run for 15 years
#dean winchester#supernatural#supernatural meta#destiel#deancas#doomed by the narrative#except its not the elizabethan era anymore so why the eff are there still tragedies#but also ive not watched any other episodes of supernatural#I think he deserved a chance for something more#happiness#is that what the kids call it these days?
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i think the thing that really gets me about all the "we've got to kill this guy kabru" meme redraws with mithrun is that in the very first conversation mithrun has with laios, he trusts him with, essentially the fate of the world and his life long revenge quest against the demon
#dungeon meshi#mithrun#laios touden#i just think is neat really.#like in a way. laios is entrusted with what has haunted both kabru and mithrun for a significant portion of their lives#actually i think its. pretty interesting how trusting mithrun tends to be. while he says outright that he knows kabru is plotting something#he lets him go and execute his plan to start with..think its only until kabru says hes going to go get the shadow lord's help that mithrun#is like 'yeah okay thats not going to work im going to go ahead with mine'#is just really interesting to me. how he gives people chances where others wouldn't. bcs im sure any other canary captain wouldn't#not that its not deserved but the demon benefits so much from people seeing the canaries as this unreasonable unforgiving threat#also it was absolutely to the winged lions benefit that marcille become the dungeon lord- even if it liked laios more marcille was more#vulnerable to his manipulation and brainwashing#i think laios could've been reasoned with before becoming the dungeon lord but marcille couldn't#dungeon meshi spoilers#went back to these tags after looking again and you know i think mithrun let kabru talk with the shadow lord so kabru would not interfere#with what he told the rest of the canaries to do#my post
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The man truly canât take a genuine compliment đ
#my art stuff#digital art#baldur's gate 3#bg3#astarion#astarion ancunin#this is part of a series I like to call âIâm never settling on a singular detailed artstyleâ#I have no consistency in drawing realistic people/characters other than my shapy cartoon style#but I truly donât get enough opportunity to properly shade anything with art in that style-!!! it always looks weird to me-!!!!!#I think some rude lil worm in my brain is wriggling around telling me itâs a futile attempt at still doing realism#cus Iâm one of those âgiftedâ artists that grew up promising his parents heâll end up among the big names or whatever#constantly training to become better at art but with realism oil paintings as the goal#you know how it is đ#I wanna shade my lil funky designs but they never feel good enough to really put energy into or whatever so I compromise with stuff -#- like this where I try to draw characters more accurately while still stylizing them and shading them however I feel like it#which is great and all but I should really learn to give my more relaxed and less perfectionist art a chance#I deserve to enjoy the process and the result without working myself dead#itâs so much easier and rewarding to copy cartoon styles - stylizing realism makes me too anxious of doing it âwrongâ#at least cartoon styles give me a goal to reach or a reference to strive towards#man I really should just cut myself some slack altogether#either way - this man is a flustered mess and heâs embarrassed about being called adorable in public or something#being teased in an affectionate way about his sweeter side and stuff#donât ask why heâs shirtless - anatomy is just a lot more fun for me to draw sometimes#tasteful nudity and all that is extremely gorgeous to me#i need to practice anatomy more cus I just kinda did some shit and went with it this time with a BIT of consideration for muscle structure
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something something foils moving in opposite directions Goku's always happy to seek and fight stronger opponents because he spent most of his life being the strongest guy in the room and Vegeta wants to be the strongest/is always exhausted to find stronger opponents because he spent most of his life having to navigate his survival around the whims of the strongest guy in the universe room and so Goku has a foundation of safety and stability and so spends his time craving challenge and adventure and Vegeta has a foundation of challenge and adventure and spends his time craving safety and stability and the overlaid section of their venn diagram is that the only way they know how acquire and maintain those things is through battle
#thank you this has been the laziest media analysis post of my career#dbtag#media analysis#something something a game to goku is a threat to vegeta etc#there's a pinned thought here about how Vegeta also didn't learn about the dragon balls until he was ?? 30?? and so all loss is permanent#and goku has been familiar since he was ~12 and hasn't faced a permanent consequence since he was 10 years old and even then he got closure#sometimes I think about how Vegeta saw Trunks die and how Krillin was mad at him for reacting since they could fix it with the dragon balls#but Vegeta has very limited experience with the dragon so to him in that moment that was permanent and Trunks was Dead. Forever.#And we talked before in a 2am post about Vegeta having never experienced grief born of love and I stand by it because his feelings then wer#still very new and very odd and not something he'd accepted until that moment so it was raw power but not as powerful as it could've been#all this to say in my heart of hearts I think Vegeta deserves to retire at the end of super (if super continues) -- not as a warrior#but as an infantryman. he's a prince and now he's got his domain and his family and his planet to look after and I think he deserves#to go home and stay home and help piccolo bully gohan into training more often when goku inevitably leaves to hop the multiverse#geets wanted to take a sabbatical when Bulla was born but didn't get the chance because Freeza coming back freaked him out too much#but whether freeza gets a redemption arc or gets defeated -- Granolah's arc seemed to shift his perspective on being the strongest#and I just grips fist I just think it would be a really nice full circle for Vegeta to inherit his throne in a way he never expected and#finally get his kingdom to look after and protect in the way that he was looking forward to being king of his own planet all those years ag#Goku's got Broly and Jiren and Hit and all the others to keep him busy and happy now -- and if Freeza gets a redemption arc he'll probably#continue playing slap-ass with Goku for the rest of his life -- and Vegeta's got Gohan and Piccolo and Goten and Trunks#I just think them getting a nice bittersweet 'This is where we part ways' would be really nice for both of them because !!#They couldn't have done this without each other. They couldn't have known this kind of life was possible without each other.#So they swap lots and live happier than they ever imagined they could be#especially since Vegeta has proved to himself that he can close any gap Goku creates in progress that's not a concern anymore#And obvs the door's always open!! There's no point closing it Vegeta's tried the locks they don't work on Goku#anyway here's me putting the whole essay in the tags again#this isn't an essay as much as it is stream of consciousness tag blogging#anyway i'm too lazy to write fic or draw comics so we get ramblings instead
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i guess my biggest party pooper opinion on hazbin is that it feels like a bit of an oversight to have sir pentious and cherri bombs big romantic moment be him just pulling her in for a kiss when hes only ever gotten negative indication that shes into him at all. and she still asks if hes out of his mind and protests a bit when he does it. well.
#like yes its kind of an homage to big action flicks. but those flicks are usually not very good about women and all you know that right#and yk. i do think its fair to ask this show specifically to be a bit more mindful of how it portrays consent and lack thereof#and the implication of this being His big declaration because hes wanted her all this time and now its his last chance before he maybe dies#being something to mean oh therefore it doesnt really matter what she wants. bc he deserves it hes about to be a hero!#ugh#hazbin hotel#for tagging#hazbin hotel critical
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I think Rockman deserved to have a breakdown like this for real after everything he goes through on a weekly basis
#megaman#rockman.exe#mmbn#megaman battle network#All I'm saying is that Kimura Akiko put her entire soul into those lines and they should've let her go off more#Also I think it'd be enrichment for him to just. shoot at some walls for a few hours#just absolutely go to town on some boxes or something#Must he always be the composed one. doesn't he deserve a chance to be insane for a while
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Poseidon and Sally is a manâs idea of romance. Paul and Sally are a womanâs idea of romance.
#something about how how Poseidon had a fling with her when she was NINETEEN#and she ended up with a child that ruined her chances of college and a normal life#and Poseidon thinks that he can solve all her problems himself with a wave of his hand#and he only offered to help her with his idea of a solution which was take her to his undersea palace#never mind that he has a wife and sally has a life in the mortal world#anyway bring the arguments i can refute each one#yâall will never convince me that poseidon was a blameless character#sally deserved so so much better#the tv show is bringing back my love of sally omg#i can elaborate more about paul and sally bc i love them#pjo#pjo series#percy jackson#sally jackson#poseidon#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo tv show
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