#I'm sad they took horde away

[sensitivegoblin]

I got horny just in time for my controller to need a charge lol my two addictions are fighting it out

[bloodiedrogue]

THANKS, LASS!

SUMMARY: Rugan finally gets to buy you that drink at the Elfsong... and say his proper thanks.

PAIRING: Rugan & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,252

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), teasing, a little bit of hair pulling if you squint, CONSENT!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, I've never written for this man in my life so if it's bad... just uh... move along, please. Also, thanks to everyone who voted for the poll! I promise I'll do more fun things like this when I'm not so sad and sick. :')

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The pain that resides in your lower back is intense. A torturous shift of muscle and bone pushing itself in all the wrong spots. So much so that as you take that first step towards the Elfsong’s upstairs quarters you can’t help but groan at the impact. Remembering how awful it felt to fight off that horde of elementals alongside Lorroakan’s particularly brutal set of spells. 

At this rate, the only thing you can feel is the need to rest and drink. Both of which somehow manage to pull your thoughts away from the staircase beneath your feet. Or more specifically how increasingly painful each step becomes. 

“You guys still have that gold from earlier, right?” Karlach asks. She’s about two steps in front of you and barely hanging on herself. With her great axe strapped to her back, it’s a wonder she’s still upright considering she probably took the brunt of the fight. 

“Yes, why?” Beside her, Shadowheart looks over skeptically. Even though she already knows why the tiefling’s asking.

“I ran out.” 

“Of course, you’d conveniently run out of money the second we make it to the most expensive tavern in town.” Leaning against the railing of the staircase, Astarion uses one hand to steady himself and the other to flippantly wave her off. All while rolling his eyes before shooting you an unimpressed look. “I swear, all this woman does is mooch.” 

“Says the bloodsucking vampire!” Karlach retorts, prompting Astarion to scoff. 

“You know, comparing an eternal curse to a lack of financial responsibility is rather poor taste, Karlach.” 

“Yeah, well—“

You’re already turning back towards the bottom of the staircase before you can listen further, grumbling under your breath. Moving your aching hands to your face to scrub them down in annoyance as you make a beeline for the bar.

All day they’d been at each other’s throats. Bickering about the littlest things as a result of too much pressure. Even before arriving within the city limits, you could feel the tension of everyone’s problems reaching their climax. And now it was well past the point of boiling over. 

“What can I—“

“Whatever’s strongest, please.” 

Awkwardly, you shift onto one of the barstools, cringing at the pain that radiates through your spine. Trying your best to ignore the exhaustion that settles once you inevitably trade your drink for a few pieces of gold.

“Rough day, I assume.” 

You give the barkeep an annoyed nod, leaning forward to readjust your position. Attempting to alleviate the discomfort by putting more weight onto your elbows as you begin to anxiously sip. The drink overall isn’t bad for what it’s worth. A bit fiery as it slips through your lips and down your throat but still tolerable. Better than most of the shit you’ve ransacked on the road which leaves you somewhat thankful. 

“You an adventurer?” 

As you take another drink, pausing mid-sip to narrow your eyes at the barkeep you can’t help but wonder how he hasn’t gotten the hint. You’re not here to talk —you’re here to drink. To drown in the silence of your thoughts until you inevitably have to come back up for air and wander helplessly upstairs to bed. To wallow in your own pity as you try and decide whose problems you’ll have to face next in favour of avoiding your own. 

Opening your mouth to respond, you’re quickly interrupted by a familiar voice. One that’s low and Northern —a jumble of words you don’t quite catch on account of the speed at which he scolds the barkeep causing him to scoff. 

“He bothering you?”

Glancing to your left, you’re met with Rugan’s familiar eyes. All tired and blue, looking at you with an odd amount of smugness that has you holding back a smirk as you shake your head. “Not anymore.” 

“Good. Ol’ Darvin’s always been a bit shit at social cues, haven’t you Darv?” As he speaks, his volume rises, catching the attention of the barkeep once again who flips him off. 

“Oh, piss off, Zhent.”

All he does is laugh. Lending you a moment to take another much-needed sip feeling your stomach flip. 

“I see you made it back in one piece.”

“Mostly.”

“Rough trip?”

You snort in response, knowing just how unaware he is of how truly rough it’s been. “You could say that.”

“Hopefully no more gnolls?”

“Only a few.” You shrug, watching him nod his head. Noticing the way he pauses his response to take your appearance in full, his eyes darting from the faded bloodstains coating the roots of your hair to the dishevelled way your armour sits on your frame, already begging to be discarded.

“When did you make it back?”

“A few nights ago.”

“And you’ve just now decided to take up my offer for a drink? Tsk, I’m offended,” he teases, his lips pulling down into a mock frown that has you biting your tongue and shaking your head, trying to appear aloof. 

Because if you're being honest, at this moment you’re feeling anything but. Thanks to the way he continues to stare —practically drinking you in like a man devoid of hydration— it feels as though you’ll cave at any second. Something you know you can’t do because there’s work to be done.

“My sincerest apologies,” you reply dramatically, pausing to take the last few sips of your drink before sighing in relief. “Yesterday I was a bit tied up fighting a cloister of angry Sharran’s and today we had to murder a power-hungry wizard. So, the offer sort of slipped my mind if I’m being honest.” 

Unsurprisingly, that piques his interest, prompting his brows to raise and his frame to sort of shift a bit closer. “Seems a bit excessive, don’t you think?” 

“How do you mean?”

“Aren’t you meant to relax now that you’re back in the city?”

This time you laugh, throwing your head back —watching as he scrunches up his face in confusion until you eventually settle back down, wiping a stray tear from your eye. 

An act you half expect him to question considering how absurd it looks suddenly erupting into madness. How despite always acting like you know exactly what you’re doing you’ve just shown him otherwise. Granting him what little access you’re willing to release in order to pull him in. 

Which sounds ridiculous when you take into account you barely know the man. Having spoken to him on only two occasions, he really shouldn’t be trusted. Not at least until he’s proven himself an ally like others have. Instead, he should be placed at arm’s length like every other soul you’ve managed to save along the way. Looked at with fondness and curiosity but not faith. Never faith.

“Got yourself into some deep shite, have you?”

The way he smiles after he speaks leaves you questioning everything. The way your body shifts in response —the way your lungs give out and your legs move. The way everything feels warm and taut, forcing your mind to travel to places you know they shouldn’t. 

“Course.” 

“Bit of a troublemaker?”

In response, you shrug your shoulders and grin, unsure how to respond because, truthfully, you’re not. At least, not really. Sure, trouble always seems to find you as of late but obviously you don’t want it. Instead, what you want is peace. A night of no consequence or agenda. A night of song and dance and drink. A night of something other than what you’ve been constantly offered time and time again over these last few weeks. 

Which is why you don’t protest when Rugan merely changes the subject, offering to buy you another drink. Or why you fail to stop after the second or the third —pausing around the fourth to debate going to bed before eventually relenting once more, smiling at the way he pokes fun at your lack of tolerance. 

“Figured a fierce warrior like you’d be able to handle their drink.” 

By that point, your mind is exclusively swimming around him. Thinking of all the ways you could further enjoy his company after this is over. Maybe you could ask him out for another drink. Or tag along with whatever trouble he’ll most likely get himself into again. 

“Give me a break, Zhent,” you chastise, swirling the glass that now sits idly in your hand. Trying your best to tear your gaze from his, knowing that you’re drowning. Slipping further and further into those pretty fucking eyes that look and stare and absorb every single little thing you do. Every new glance making you unnecessarily nervous —a bundle of skittish thoughts and movements erupting over time, forcing your guard to quickly lower. Causing the once-severed connection between your mind and mouth to mend itself in the form of drunken rambles that have him practically on the edge of his seat. 

“You know, I kept thinking I’d miss you when we arrived,” you tell him, glancing over your shoulder to hide the stupid grin that sits across your face at just the thought.

“You don’t say.” He grins back. 

“Mhm. I kept having to tell myself not to get my hopes up.” 

“Didn’t realize you viewed me so highly.” 

“I don’t,” you immediately lie, despite knowing he’s already caught you. Thanks to his patience, charm, and heavy pockets he’s managed to earn at least one admittance of vulnerability, and knowing him that’s all he needs. 

“You know, you’re a terrible liar,” he muses, and although you want to fight him on it, you don’t. Knowing that the conversation would just lead to another ill-performed lie tumbling from your already loosened lips. 

“And you’re too smug.” 

“Well, that’s because I have to be.” 

You raise your brow. “Why?”

“Because pride gets you places. Shame doesn’t.” 

Suddenly, you’re scrunching up your face and leaning forward, placing your glass on the counter between you —moving towards the edge of your chair so that you can explore his features the same way he did earlier. 

Somehow it hardly phases him. Instead of making him sweat as it had previously done to you, you can sense that pride he’s talking about. All the underlying confidence that peaks through his pores, settling between the lines of age that reside around his mouth and eyes. It practically radiates off of him. Blinding you for a good few moments before it slowly fades behind the backdrop of something new. Something far more vulnerable, showcasing itself in the subtle way his eyes dart down towards the hand that’s suddenly found itself around his knee.

“You know, it’s okay to be vulnerable sometimes,” you say, speaking to both him and yourself. Attempting to boost whatever confidence the two of you once had during the flirtatious parts of your conversation. “In certain circumstances, obviously.” 

“Obviously.” 

Looking away, you then press your lips together and go to move your hand, feeling his quickly slip over top and how it pulls you back in again. 

“This your way of granting me permission to be vulnerable, then?”

All you do is shrug, glancing down to see his fingers maneuvering your hand into his. Each digit lacing between the empty spaces of your own so that he can raise it and place a gentle kiss on your knuckles. An act that leaves you utterly breathless as he snorts and says something else. Something you don’t quite catch due to the fact that you’re already six feet below the surface, desperately trying to come up for air so that you can focus on the sound his mouth makes rather than what it might feel like against your skin. Or how it might taste after a long bout of— 

“Oi, you listening?”

“Sorry?”

All he does is scoff as he kisses your hand again, watching your mouth open and close like a fish out of water. Taking you in with each struggling breath until he can feel your sense of stability returning. 

“I said I’d really like to take you upstairs and fuck you, if that’s alright.” 

At that moment, you’re completely speechless. A silent mess of twisting expressions too scared to respond with anything remotely charming. 

As if you’ve been reduced to nothing but a follower worshipping their holy God, eventually all you do is nod and allow your body to be led up the stairs. Patiently waiting for the moment you step over that final threshold of privacy. All while internally wondering if what you’re doing is the right thing because there’s still so much work to be done. Not to mention the fact that everyone’s relying on you to—

“Aye, they can handle themselves for the night, yeah?” 

Practically reading your mind, it’s as if you’re already one. A pair of bodies so tightly wound that by the time you’ve stepped into the room, he’s already working towards that goal. 

Kicking the door closed, he presses into you almost instantly, moving his hands around your frame; lingering on the plushest parts as he inevitably slots his mouth against yours. Barely giving you a chance to think let alone breathe as he leads you to the bed. All while your hands wildly follow his in tandem, wrapping themselves around his shoulders —feeling them tense with excitement as the edges of your arms roughly knock against them on your way to hold his face. 

Caressing his sturdy cheeks as he sits on the mattress’s edge, you then feel him pull you onto his lap, prompting you to smile against him. Feeling the way he gently bites back through the hazy taste of heated ale and desperation. Suppressing the urge to moan at the impact of his teeth taking hold of the skin before pulling back.

“You’re breathing a bit heavy there, sweetheart. Everything alright?” 

You’re tempted to smack him but instead, you resort to merely tucking a hand behind his head to pull at his hair, watching his jaw shift. Feeling the tone of the room change almost as quickly as he grabs your chin. 

“Careful there. Wouldn’t want to hurt that pretty little face of yours any further.” 

For a moment his fingers feel tight against your face, pressing your lips into a pout until he eventually allows the softer side of his movements to return. Then you’re lost to the waves all over again, feeling him guide you to a standing position beside the bed. Watching intently as he follows behind, moving his fingers to the clasps of your armour. 

“Bit overdressed it seems,” he jokes, instantly making quick work of all the fastenings and ties. Starting with your chest plate before making his way down to the belt of your trousers, painfully lingering on the latter. 

“I see that pride of yours is still intact,” you say, moving in to kiss his lips. Realizing just how truly soft they are in comparison to the rest of him. How unlike the arrogance and greed that resides in his voice and hands respectively, there’s a hidden tenderness there. An Achilles’ heel that you’re more than happy to nurture rather than exploit.

Which is something you’re certain he notices based on the way everything changes after that. How, instead of things progressing solely for the purpose of shared satisfaction, they move with care. With newfound attentiveness in the form of slow, curious hands that coast the edges of your torso.

“You know, I never properly thanked you for saving us that day.”

Narrowing your eyes, you can’t help but smile at the sensation of his breath suddenly wafting against your neck. Or how his palms feel dragging down the fabric of your tunic only to tuck themselves against the bareness of your skin, resting just above your hips. 

“Didn’t you?”

Far gentler than you anticipate, his mouth sucks the skin of your neck. His teeth applying a bit of pressure before his tongue darts out to soothe the small affliction. “Not in the way that I wanted to,” he tells you after, kissing that same spot before moving lower and repeating the process. All while digging his fingers into your hips. “Not in the way you deserve.”

There’s a moment when you go to ask him what he means. Not because you’re unaware but because you need to hear him say it. To listen to him admit that what he’s doing is nothing more than an act of gratitude so that after this is said and done you won’t be distracted anymore.  

But then he proceeds to lower himself to the ground, floorboards creaking under the weight of his knees. Thumbs carefully brushing across the edges of your stomach before moving back to your belt. Looking up at you, his eyes are larger and more desperate than you’ve ever seen them before and it’s as if you're back on the shore, wondering whether or not it’s okay to dive back in. 

“Can I?”

“Yes.”

It comes out like a whisper. As your lungs fail to provide the air you need to breathe, you’re left stranded. Wafting through the waves of his hands peeling away the fabric of your dirtied clothes, the only thing that’s there to stabilize you is him. His hungry mouth and broad shoulders —his calloused hands ghosting the backs of your calves as he tentatively kisses the inside of your thighs. And in order to stop the tremors he inflicts from toppling you over, you have to reach down to grab his hair. 

Wrapping your fingers gently around the knot that sits on top of his head, you hear him hum in response almost instantly. The vibrations of his voice brushing against the edge of your cunt. Every subtle movement of his hands and mouth forcing your body to shift uncomfortably, trying your best to alleviate the pressure. 

An alleviation that doesn’t come easy. Thanks to the teasing of his lips eventually wrapping around your clit but failing to do much else. Knowing that good things like this take time. 

(And that a little bit of teasing never hurt anyone). 

“Rugan, can you— oh fuck—“

His tongue circles the exact spot you need it to. Moving languidly around before darting elsewhere and repeating the process, you can feel your insides tightening. The imaginary band within you being pulled taught as he moves his fingers up to brush your folds. Every motion working together to force a moan from your lips. The kind that makes him grin against you, forcing his fingers inside just as shifts to suck your clit again. 

Immediately, it’s all too much. An overload of sensitivities taking over your mind. Suddenly, you feel your hips blindly rut against his mouth while you tug at his hair. Forcing him to work that much harder. Making it hard for either of you to breathe because he refuses to stop.

Even when you can feel him desperately panting against you, he refuses to stop. Running his tongue across every exposed area —embedding the feeling of its efforts throughout every nerve— it doesn’t take long for you to come undone. 

In fact, it’s hardly a minute after you’ve egged him on that he’s pushed you over the edge, remaining completely consistent in his efforts to please you. To show his appreciation in the form of a suckling mouth that continues through the endless waves of pleasure. To graciously thank you over and over until you’re later left limp against his chest after the fourth or fifth round (you’ve lost count) breathing so hard he can’t help but feel smug about it. 

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[occasionallyprosie]

Devotion - Chapter 8: "The Wilds Reborn"

Dev wakes up to a familiar boy… one thing leads to another, and somehow he ends up co-parenting with a wolf.

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Dev roused when a presence approached and was instantly aware of the thick darkness in the air. It was still there, and it was strong.

"Wow," a soft voice breathed. "No, Wolfie, stay back."

A whine. Footsteps.

A hand around his hilt. A familiar soul—

He went willingly. Maybe if it had just been Fi, he would've expected her not to even allow him to draw her. She was barely strong enough to keep shape, and Link was weak, extremely so.

Dev was maybe half capacity. He let the sunlight go to Fi and he took form in front of Link, kneeling in front of him.

Something snarled and lunged.

Dev didn't flinch, just went intangible and the wolf flew past him. He couldn't help but snort a bit.

"Wolfie!" Link scolded. "I'm sorry—You... I know you."

Dev looked up at Link. He gave a sad smile. "Hey, Cub."

A glazed look fell over his eyes and Dev looked at the wolf, which looked at him oddly.

"I'm the spirit of the Master Sword," Dev told the wolf, a past wielder who Dev had never met. There was awareness behind those midnight blue eyes, a sort of understanding, recognition even. Dev looked at Link, who was staring at nothing. The scars on his face...

Dev cupped his face, wanting nothing more than to soothe such injuries, but he sensed no pain in his wielder. 

How he wished he could've prevented him being injured at all. How could everything have gone so horribly wrong?

"This is your fault."

Whine. "How is this my fault?!"

"You've been with him since he woke up. This is completely your fault, you're his responsible adult!"

A blazing fire behind the wolf and sword spirit was all that remained of a monster camp, Link cheering happily as he walked over to gather the spoils.

"Not my fault!" Huff.

"It so is. When he used my methods, the fire would already be out. The trees wouldn't still be burning!" Dev froze. "The trees!"

Ice rod drawn and soon the air cooled from blazing flames.

Dev started making Link train with him.

He used his tornado rod, tapping Link’s leg and arm gently into place.

"Your form is off, you have no knowledge of how to hold that sword much less manage to wield it without breaking it. I'm not letting you wield me and Fi until you can use a regular broadsword without breaking it."

Link groaned, swatting his magic rod away. "Oh come on, Dev! You're a legendary sword! I doubt it’s even possible to break the Master Sword.”

No. None of that. Dev grabbed Link's shoulders. "Fi died once. I had to replace her, cub. I was a regular Hylian once, and I tried to fix her, goddesses I tried. All I did was fix the blade, her spirit decayed, and after a few years I became the new spirit. Right now her spirit is fine, just exhausted, but the blade won't be able to take much abuse."

Link visibly faltered.

"I'm not telling you that you're wrong or that you're a bad fighter, honestly, you're a wild one." Wolfie made some sort of huffing noise that sounded almost like the dog equivalent of a laugh. "It's incredible what you can do. But you treat your swords like a club and don't even do basic weapon maintenance."

"Weapon maintenance?" Link questioned.

Dev gave Wolfie a disappointed look. He pointed his ice rod at him. "Your fault."

Bark. "Stop blaming me!"

"I'll show you how to do weapon maintenance, then how to use a sword without breaking it. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be able to fight hordes of monsters with only one sword... and a wolf."

Link snorted.

Link beat Ganon, Wolfie disappeared before the end of it, and after a few months, Link disappeared.

Dev was used to it by this point, both of his former wielders had disappeared too. He hunted those portals again, burning and slaughtering the monsters that came from them. 

Eventually, far earlier than the last two times, a portal formed near him and it wasn't monsters that came out of it.

Link was back, and in tears.

"Cub!" Dev spotted him near immediately.

Link saw him and he ran to him, collapsing into his arms and sobbed.

Dev gave a worried look but he wrapped his cub up in his arms and cloak, cooing softly. "Hey, hey what's wrong?"

"I had to leave," Link cried. "She called me back and we're not done."

Dev didn't understand, not completely, but he could figure it out. He rubbed Link's back. "If there's anything I've learned, she never lets you leave things half finished. You'll—You'll go back, okay?"

He inhaled shakily. It took some time before he was breathing stably and not breaking down.

Several years later, Dev was carrying a torch as he followed Zelda below Hyrule Castle, just beside Link. He raised the torch higher, scanning the walls and its engravings. It was new, or well, newer than the ruins that remained from when he was alive. But still ancient… had he really been around so long? That some things called ancient were far, far younger than him.

"Recognize anything, Dev?" Link asked.

"Nothing," Dev admitted. "Some of the architecture a few floors up was familiar, but this is completely new to me. Not older than me, probably from a time I was absent from Hyrule or dormant."

“How interesting," Zelda breathed, brushing her fingers against the stone walls. “It’s… incredible, truly incredible.”

They went deeper. Dev sliding ahead of Zelda, as they moved things were getting… darker, something dangerous was deeper in these catacombs. As much as he wanted to have them both leave, handle the problem himself like he would have so long ago, that wasn’t an option. He wasn’t the hero anymore, he could help and protect, but he’d retired a long time ago.

“Something dangerous lurks below,” he said lowly. “If you wish to avoid battle, then we should turn back.”

Link and Zelda shared a look before shaking their heads. Dev nodded and he moved on deeper, the young hero and princess behind him.

At the base of a set of stairs, the walls opened up into a huge chamber. A large circular chamber, one with a dais at the middle of the room with some skeletal creature on it… one he didn’t recognize. It was no monster he had faced before, but the malicious darkness that enshrouded it was familiar. Too familiar… and far stronger than what he recognized it.

A green hand, one in a magic completely unfamiliar to Dev, ceased holding the skeleton down, it and a golden stone falling to the ground. The skeleton’s head turned, and from that moment, everything went by so fast.

The skeleton spoke, something about a Rauru and trusting Link.

Then the malice around it reared up, swarmed around, its power exploding around them. Dev dove forward, it was his job, his and Fi’s duty to protect the hero from darkness, and his duty to protect every scion of the goddess, every one of hisZelda’s descendants.

He pulled his energy into a shield, blocking both his spirit and Zelda from the attack. Link disappeared from Dev’s senses as he focused them to hold back the barrage of power—

It suddenly reared back, pulling back into nothing before attacking again far more powerfully.

It swarmed, carving holes into his shield and then cutting into him. He almost screamed, all his energy rapidly diverting to protect Fi. She was still in need of more power, she was still weaker than she should be. He had to protect her, he had to keep her safe like she used to do with him—

The malice tore through him, he lost all senses.

He couldn’t even protect Zelda and Link anymore. As the attack let up, he fell, pulling what remained of his energy together quickly. He had plenty, he had enough.

Link grabbed his arm. “Dev—“

The malice reared up again, twisting and diving toward them.

Dev snarled, shoving Link back, and he threw a splitting blast of his own magic at it, trying desperately to protect his—

Everything went white, senses shattered, energy drained in an instant.

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[hwalloween]

Burning Memories | (seonghwa smut)

Pairing: King!Seonghwa X Queen!Reader Synopsis: Every night he woke up with guilt consuming him alive. Every night you were there to nurse him with your love. Genre: smut, angst and fluff Word Count: 2.8K Warning: SEONGHWA HAS PTSD!!!!!!! Recaps of war, battle, death, traumatic situations. crying seonghwa. unprotected sex. sorta dom reader? they take the lead cause hwa is too depressed to do so. they kinda take turns on who's dom so no specific power dinamic. creampie. marking. biting. grinding. teasing. mutual body worshiping. very passionate lovey dovey romantic smut. Tag: - A/N: i'm sorry this is sad but i also tried my best to make it a bit fluffy

The vision of the pitch black sky, a cloud of smoke blocking the rays of sun that seemed to glow red that day. Not as red as the water, hundreds of ships sinking and getting lit on fire with people inside, a battle spreading itself across the entirety of the bay. The gravel got carried away and moved around as the bodies of hundreds got pulled across the ground in an inhuman feast of violence and blood, the screams and sounds of metal going against each other terrorized anyone who was near. 

The kingdom was falling apart, the near death of the Park dynasty bloomed over people's heads as they ran and tried to hide, but to no avail, only to be turned into shreds and nothing more than a founding memory to those who cared. Houses were destroyed, animals were killed and people were dead, the crimson color that once brought pride to the family now coloring the horror of the historical scene. The only thing remaining was the huge castle, slowly getting torn down and destroyed by the rivals that invaded and took control over what once was the most powerful kingdom in the entire world. 

"Seonghwa!" A far, but noticeable, scream took the young king's mind out of the pitiful sight of his mourning lands, the familiar tone sending a shiver down his spine as Seonghwa's eyes frantically searched for its owner. His heart sank as he looked back into your desperate eyes. 

You were stuck on the highest tower of the castle, the one that was threatening to fall as fireballs were thrown in the structure, causing earthquakes and more smoke to pile up. Hundreds of enemy soldiers surrounded the place, a horde of them swallowing the front door and invading it. It would take minutes for them to get to you and take your life, there was no way Hwa could save you in time. 

"Y/N…"

"Seonghwa!" He could feel the tears falling from his face as he watched you look around, trying to find a way out and into his arms. His sword had slipped from his fingers, knees giving in as he fell onto the ground, the image of your imminent death happening right before his eyes, like a slow movie. He could do nothing as the castle got invaded, the screams and fire approaching the end of the tower, ready to consume you whole. 

"Y/N… Forgive me…" His voice barely came out, a flood of tears streaming down his cheeks. His body was frozen in place, he could try, but he couldn't move or leave. 

"Seonghwa!" The desper, the anguish, the dread in your voice haunted his mind, the realization that the love of his life was going to die slowly sinking in. He was known to be a stoic king, with not much expression, which was why seeing the sadness, the feeling of loss and grief hit him and make him cry was so sad. He could only sob and scream in pain, the blurriness from the tears stopping him from watching your inevitable death as you screamed his name one last time. 

"Seonghwa!" 

He jumped in the bed, sitting straight up, heavy breathing. A sheer layer of cold sweat glistened in his whole body as his confused and scared eyes associated what had happened before them. You still left your hand resting on his chest, worried as your husband had been screaming and crying for the past half an hour in his sleep. You gently moved your hand, softly touching his cold, yet burning hot, face, fingers grazing his skin and caressing him "Hwa? My love? What happened?" 

His head finally snapped back to reality, eyes meeting yours as his breathing calmed down. The moonlight shining through the huge window accentuated the tears gathering on his eyes, his lips trembling before his whole body flew into yours, arms caging you in a tight hug. He held you as if he was scared of losing you, as if he could've never hugged you again, as if you were a miracle happening before him. You returned the hug, palms rocking up and down on his naked back as you shushed him, feeling his trembling figure start to crumble under your tender and fond touch. 

It had not been too long since Seonghwa had returned from a battle. A war. The biggest and most nasty war that ever existed in history. A war that took away millions of kingdoms, that took away millions of lifes, that took away the Seonghwa you used to know. He was one of the only survivors of your kingdom, coming back from the chaos a different man. You had learned he had lost his best friends on the battlefield, he watched every single one of them die as they took their last breath in the name of the dynasty, in the name of the kingdom, in the name of Seonghwa, the king. Seonghwa had witnessed what anger and greediness did to a man, what are the consequences of the words that they, the powerful ones, had. He would never be able to take the image of his most trusted men, Hongjoong, spread on the ground, lifeless eyes and torn apart torso, the sword Hwa had gifted him right by his body. 

Seonghwa had changed, and he was suffering. Countless nights he woke up crying and screaming, cursing himself and heavens for letting them go. For letting the war happen. For knowing that it could've been you if he had not won in time. God, the thought of losing you too, he cried and weeped just as the sheer idea of it. And he felt it in his dreams, always waking up in a cold sweat and pounding heart, hands gripping the sheets as his eyes poured out his feeling in hot tears across his face. 

Every night, you took care of him. You nursed him back to sleep, you reminded him that the war was over, and now he was safe, in your arms, on his bed, in the castle. And tonight seemed to be no different. 

"Everything is calm now, my dear. There's no need to fear…" You said quietly, one hand gently feeling his dark locks as he cried out on your shoulder, his tears wetting your nightgown, arms holding you tightly against his body as he trembled in pain "I'm here, there is no more rush to be made, the war is over" You kissed his temple, feeling as he hid his face on the crook of your neck, his inconsistent breaths and sobs making your heart ache. You would never grow tired of taking care of him, of making him sleep again, of being the one he ran to at nights. He was your king, your husband, your love, your Seonghwa. 

"I-I…" His voice was weak, barely coming out from his burning throat "I-I'm…" He couldn't form proper sentences, the burning memories of death and hate imprinted on the back of his mind like a haunting ghost. He swore he could see the innocent eyes of his comrades on the mirrors, asking why he had not saved them 

"You're safe, my love" You took his face between your hands, thumbs caressing his wet cheeks. His round eyes were puffy and red, the streams of tears staining his handsome features. How could he be so stunning, even when in despair? "You're in our bedroom, with me. It's been months since you came back, the threat is gone" You glued your forehead with his, letting him close his eyes as his breathing slowly came back to normal, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling you close and into his lap. 

"I-I thought I had lost you…" The weak tone on his timbre made your heart sink, his words barely coming out above a deep whisper "I thought… I have failed you…" 

"You could never, Seonghwa" His face leaned into your gentle touches, his dark irises meeting yours as he dived into your stare. He loved looking at your eyes, getting lost into their depth as he wondered what thoughts went through your wonderful mind "I would never feel failed nor disappointed by you, dear" 

His stare shifted between your lips and your eyes, quietly waiting for your consent. One hand slid to his neck, pulling his face closer and letting your mouths meet in a passionate kiss. Seonghwa was always an intense kisser, leaving you breathless without needing much work, and this time was no different, his arms pulling you even closer and letting your bodies stick to each other like glue. Your hands squeezed his tired shoulders, fingertips grazing through his honey skin as you palmed his whole torso, feeling every little scar and skin dent he had across his toned muscles. You could still feel the effect the nightmare had on him, his trembling fingers too shy to move from your thighs, resting on top of the sheer fabric of your nightgown, driving you crazy. You gently nibbled at his bottom lip with your tongue, silently pleading to dive onto him, so he could forget at least for now how terrific his dreams were, feeling as he let out a breathy moan when your tongue searched for his on the kiss. His finger pads toyed with the hem of the huge dress covering you, slowly bunching up the material so he could feel your skin better. His calloused hands kneaded with the plush flesh of your legs, eagerly traveling up so he could hold your waist and pull you down, making your bare core grind against his clothed bulge. 

Your hips slowly rocked against his, feeling as he grew hard under you. You weren’t in a rush, wanting to take your time as you took care of him in one of the many ways you knew how to. You let your lips search for his skin, peppering his face and necks with feather-like kisses as you felt his body rest against the bed’s headboard, his head thrown back as breathy sighs and shallow moans left his mouth. Your hands gently caressed his arms, running all over his torso as you found your ways to his undergarments, gently toying with the fabric of the waistband before lifting yourself up slightly, pulling the piece of cloth from his legs and feeling him hiss as the cold air hit his dick. 

“You’re safe here, baby” You held his face, gently caressing his cheek as you let your hips sit on top of his, your folds gliding through his hardening shaft as you rode him, the teasing making both of you moan quietly “I’ll always protect you, Seonghwa” You could feel your wetness coating his cock, his nails digging half-moon marks on your skin as he whined at the feeling and at your words, the sensation of just being loved making his skin burn hot and mind slowly ease into a better place. His eyes open briefly, staring back at you as you connect your foreheads, just soaking the feeling of being intimately close. 

"I love you… so much" His voice sounded hoarse from the constant screaming, but that didn't bothered you a bit "You're my everything" He whispered into your lips, capturing your mouth in yet another intense kiss as his hands pulled your nightgown up, taking it off of your body so he could admire you properly. He took his time letting his gaze scan you over, taking in every little detail about your body, details he had known for many years, yet still couldn't get enough of it. He pulled you closer to him, your bare chest hitting his and your hips grinding back into his groin, his cock threatening to slip inside your folds at any given moment. You felt his legs shifting around, the sudden sensation of being filled up to the brim by his dick making you throw your head back in surprise, your warm walls welcoming him and instantly gripping around his length. You moaned, hiding your head in the crook of his neck as his hands roamed around your back and butt. 

"You take such good care of me…" His low tone sent shivers down your spine. His voice never ceased to turn you on "I couldn't imagine a life without you, love…" He started to calmly move his hips, yours rocking against him unconsciously as the sensation of his cock filling you up and then briefly leaving you caused your head to get fuzzy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly while he kissed your temple, tears still gathering around the corners of his eyes "Please, never give up on me" 

You lifted your head up, staring back at his glimmering eyes as the coil underneath your stomach started to build up, the delicious sensation of him dragging along your clamped walls causing you to moan his name as you straightened yourself up, holding his face with your hands.

"I could never, Hwa" Your lips brushed against his, his beautiful moans fanning your skin as you took him all in inside you, slowly dragging your hips against his while feeling his cock twitch in need inside your folds. His thick shaft split you open, the sensation never failing to amuse you, and his head hit your spongy spot with ease "I-I would never leave my king" The stutter in your voice from the sudden halt of pleasure running through your body made Seonghwa's coil get tighter. The way your voice whined his title, as if he was superior than you, as if you should serve him, he could feel his mind spiraling into neediness "W-Would never betray your majesty" Your lips left a soft peck on his, a breathy moan erupting from your throat as you felt two of his slender fingers press against your sensitive bud, rubbing circles and causing the sharp stings of pleasure run through your body again. He could only watch in awe the sinful view before him, your flushed face whining as you grinding yourself against his hand and swallowing his dick with your slick pussy, body covered in goosebumps and sensitivity. 

Seonghwa let his mouth travel along the lines of your neck, covering your skin with love bites and marks as he felt his high approaching like a charging truck. His tongue traveled south, directing his kisses towards your chest, feeling as your back arched when he licked a stripe across one of your sensitive nipples. You could only do so much, moaning his name as your hands tried to find balance in his shoulders, fingernails digging red marks across his skin that he would later admire in the mirror.

You could feel the knot on your core threatening to snap at any given moment, and as Hwa’s thrusts started to get sloppier and more hectic, you assumed he was close as well. 

“Y-Y/N, I-I’m-” He moaned out, looking back at you with glistening doe eyes, asking for your permission to cum. It never failed to amaze you that the king, the man that had all the power of the world on his hand, always asked you, no, begged for you to cum. 

“I-I know love, I’m too” You rested your forehead against his, brushing the hair strands that glued to his forehead during your love session “Cum with me, Hwa” You whispered against his lips, giving him a chaste kiss as you felt a wave of pleasure crash through your body. Your vision painted in white as your legs shook, your whole body going achieving a high end before coming down. Slowly, your breathing evened with his, the feeling of weight settling in while you opened your eyes, and you could not help but smile a bit when you saw Seonghwa again, resting against the headboard, face flushed in red and eyes closed, chest heavily rising up and down. You leaned a bit, nuzzling your nose against his cheek as a way to bring him back from his own high, giggling quietly when he opened his eyes in a startled manner. Your smile, however, took away any and every possible feeling of guilt, sadness or dread he had on his body, his own smile creeping up on his lips before kissing you, the warm fuzzy sensation of your love making his heart thump on his chest. He wouldn’t trade anything in the world for that feeling. 

“Thank you…” His hoarse voice was even lower, causing him to clean his throat a bit before continuing “Thank you for… Not giving up on me…” You could sense the hurt in his tone, even if he could feel his heart was happy, you knew the wound would take time to heal, and the scars would be there forever. You held his face again, letting your foreheads yet again rest against each other before kissing him on the same intensity he always did, taking your time and allowing it to be slow and gentle, like him. You briefly stopped the kiss, mumbling quietly against his lips.

“I’ll always be here, dear. I’ll never leave your side”

[artiststarme]

What If Steve Were To Leave Hawkins? Part 5

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Feeling a little evil for this one. I'm sorry guys (but also not really). Warning for migraines and a minor panic attack. Enjoy the angst!

I think I tagged everybody that wanted to be tagged. If you would like to be added to the taglist, let me know!

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Steve missed home and he missed working with Robin. It was a busy Monday morning at the coffee shop and he had served many an unhappy patron. If he were working a shift at Family Video, Robin would have noticed his shaky fingers and squinted eyes as signs of an oncoming migraine. She would have ushered him into the back room for a nap or sent him home early while he could still drive to rest. But he was in Chicago and Robin wasn’t here. She didn’t even know where he was. So, he tried to ignore the pounding in his skull and the gradual feeling of losing control over his own body as the migraine crept in and threatened to hit him full force. 

Betty, his boss and the owner of the shop, noticed him struggling with even the most simple of orders and questioned him in her firm but gentle cadence. Steve admitted to getting migraines due to some head trauma over the years and told her that he was fine to do his job. He saw her discreetly glance to the scar circling his throat and then to the growing line of customers over his shoulder. He doesn’t know what kind of conclusion the kind, old woman came to but with a determined nod, she gracefully shoved him away from the brutish horde and into the back bakery. For the remainder of his shift, he pulled the decadent pastries from the oven and watched muffins settle on cooling racks. Even with the dings of the oven sending troves of pain through his head, Steve felt safe and peaceful in the kitchen surrounded by warmth and the smells of baked goods.

Meanwhile, Betty and the other barista that Steve didn’t remember the name of dealt with the horde of customers ordering coffees and pastries. Betty didn’t mind helping Steve on one of his very clearly rough days. When she had seen him sitting at the counter near the window perusing Help Wanted ads with a scar blemishing his throat and a fearful look in his eye, she knew she had wanted to help him. She herself had once been a terrified youngster all alone in a big city. When he told her about looking for a new job and place to live after leaving his parents’ house, she had read between the lines. She had somewhat-incorrectly assumed that his parents were abusive and had kicked him out for being gay. Who someone loved never mattered to her and she hired him on the spot. Who wouldn’t hire the kind-eyed and soft spoken boy wearing a polo unironically in a coffee shop downtown?

Once the rush had settled, she took her break and helped maneuver Steve into the unit she rented him upstairs. She settled the boy in his second-hand bed and placed a cup of water and a Tylenol next to him on the nightstand she had gifted him. Betty glimpsed at him in sadness before going back to the shop. She would check on him tomorrow morning.  

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Unfortunately, it wasn’t unusual for nightmares to accompany his migraines. 

Steve was torn from sleepiness with a nightmare so brutal, Eddie’s bloody form was still stained on his brain even with his eyes open. Steve panted and choked off a shout as his arms flailed and his feet tripped in the blankets. He didn’t even recognize that he was stumbling to the phone in the small kitchen until he was brought back to awareness with a groggy, “Hello?” coming from the phone. 

“Hello?” The voice asked again. “If this is a prank call at 3:32 in the fucking morning, I’m gonna…”

“Eddie?” Steve whispered.

“Steve? Steve! Are you okay?” Eddie shrieked loudly and full of concern. 

It registered to Steve that it was too early in the morning to call someone, much less someone who didn’t like him. Shit, he shouldn’t have called. As if any of the Party needed more ammunition to use against him. But he always felt a little more vulnerable and alone while in the denouement of a migraine so he supposed it could be forgiven this once.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called. Eddie, I’m sorry. I’m gonna go…” Steve said and made a move to place the phone back in its cradle. 

“NO! No, no, no Stevie, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Eddie practically screamed into the receiver, his voice pitchy and shrill.

Steve sighed. If Eddie was keeping him on the phone to talk, surely he wouldn’t mind a few moments? “I had a nightmare and wanted to make sure you were still… okay. I’m sorry for bothering you. I didn’t realize what time it was.”

Eddie breathed in a sigh of relief and, unknowingly to Steve, placed a hand against his chest to calm the concerned fluttering of his heart. “That’s good, that’s alright. You find a place, then?”

Steve nodded his head before realizing that Eddie wouldn’t be able to see it. “Yeah, my new boss is letting me rent out the apartment above the coffee shop. It’s a nice place, I like it.”

“Good. Um, we went to your place to talk to your mom today. Her and your dad went on another business trip. They didn’t seem too concerned with finding where you went, the assholes. So we-”

Yeah, Steve did not want to talk about his hasty exit from Hawkins or his current whereabouts, especially to the guy that initially instigated everything. He angrily huffed into the phone, “I don’t want to talk about that. If you’re just going to keep-“

Eddie backpedaled, “hey, hey, hey, Harrington. We don’t have to talk about that. Do you want to hear about the campaign I’m planning for the kids?”

Steve let out a breath of relief, he could do that. “Yeah man, tell me about your nerd game.”

They spent the next hour near their phones. Both of them sat on their kitchen floors, phone in the crook of their shoulder. One nodding off and the other spouting unintelligible nonsense about an upcoming DnD campaign. 

Once Eddie was out of details to add, he stuttered. “H-Harrington? Can you call me later today, please? I won’t ask where you are anymore. We can just talk. Please?”

Steve woke slightly from his dozing state at the pleading tone. Maybe it would be good to talk to someone, even one that disliked him at best. He was getting so lonely and Eddie was offering. Well, Steve wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Sure man, I’ll call you later.”

Eddie let out a huff of relieved laughter, “Cool, I’ll talk to you soon then Harrington.”

Steve nodded, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight Stevie.”

If Wayne walked into the kitchen after his shift to find Eddie sleeping on the floor with the phone cord still wrapped around his finger, no one else had to know.

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[twdsfiction]

[ Daryl dixon x girl reader] Ms rulebreaker pt 2

Tw - fluff, mentions of childhood trauma, swearing, injury.

Daryl sat me down by the stool that was in the corner of the shed, he whispered, "be quiet. it's dark outside, the horde could be near still." I rolled my eyes with a playful grin, he states, "what? Why you staring at me with that goofy smile and wide eyes?" I replied, "I never hear your voice this much usually you're ignoring me, or just genuinely quiet. It's cute. It has this whole grungy thing in it" our eyes meet a little before he asserts, "this is why we don't" and i got off the stool on one leg hopping towards him, a inch away from his face as i said, "why intimidated by me dixie?" He rolls his eyes and backs away as he replied, "nah, you don't intimidate me, no one does, plus you barely can stand." then walks off sitting on the other side of the room. I saw him scavenge through his bag a bit And throws a blanket he had in his bag at me. I caught it. And I said as I sat back on the stool. "Why did you come after me" as he laid down on the floor and stared at the roof with his bag slightly under his head as he states, "I guess cause... you're only a rulebreaker because no one was there to make the rules, you and your brother lost both parents, from the beginning of this, you're a smart person, pain made you dumb." He turns over to sleep.

I smiled to myself before standing off the stool onto the floor, and gently laying on the floor, He was turned over but I could tell he was awake. And I wanted so badly to cuddle him, I mean... he was barely far away and basically just said he cares about me. But I got cold feet and turned the other way.

The next day..

I woke to the sound of munching, so I quickly got up hopping onto my sore foot, and turned to see Daryl chewing a squirrel. I sighed in relief but confusion, as I said, "why in the hell are you chewing so loudly?" He grunts and goes back to eating, i replied, "we have to head back to Alexandria... my brother needs his rhino?" As I picked up my bags and searched through it to see no rhino, and I started to panic and look for it, and then I yelled, "Daryl! where the hell is it!" He shrugs his shoulder. As he states, "hell if I know, I was saving and carrying you? Must've got lost in the horde. Just find him another animal or sum, one of the alexandria kids can donate a toy or something." I angrily grabbed my bag and asserted, "well thank you for saving me dixie, you did your job, now I'm going back to the horde." He stands up throwing the squirrel down as he shouts, ,"like hell you are? Hey y/n!" I grabbed the door and he grabbed my arm and pulled me from the door.

I turn to him, snatching away my arm and pushing him away as I said with so much anger and sadness. "I'm going! I don't care if I did he needs it!" And Daryl shouts, "which one he needs more huh? His sister or a fucking stuffed-animal? You gonna run back to that horde be my guess. I ain't gonna stop ya" my eyes teared up as I begin to cry, I replied, "our mom gave us that rhino before she died,, And when i was little girl it made me feel safe, when the world turned to shit, shit i gave it to my brother. Her death took away my childhood, imagine what these could do to him, he's just a little boy he's doesn't deserve this, and my uncle still out there what if he comes back.?"

Daryl eyes seemed to look at me different know, like he felt a slight guilty or something, but that turned into determination as he states, "you uncle that used to live in Alexandria with you guys at first, before you broke off in that horde back with glenn?" I nodded in slight embarrassment, he asserts, "what he do you" I looked away but he added, "y/n you can tell me, my father was a son of bitch too, he'd always hit me and ny brother. One time me and my brother merle went out hunting for our next meal, while that drunk son of a bastard was sipping on bourbon. I was around 6 so I go "daddy I got dinner" The bastard started beating me to a pulp. As he stated, "you worthless piece of shit, you don't deserve fish, where's my fish huh?" And merle mocks me the whole year." I ended up with a black eye and a few more injuries.." my eyes soften at Daryl's story, he really was just a man. With many mysteries, and inever knew he went through something so rough.

He sits on the stool and he add, "I get it, you know, push away everyone do it on your own, I'm a master. And you didn't deserve the abuse" my soft eyes staring at his in empathy turns to anger as I said, "I wasn't abuse and he was lonely! Okay, he was lonely and he was the only other family my mom had, so i had to keep him entertained, I should be grateful he wanted to keep us." I started to sob. "Please don't tell Rick or Glenn, or anyone." Daryl walks back and forward for a little swaying his arms like he always does. Before breaking a bottle of the beer or brought, such causes me to jump in fright. He shouts, "no! That son of a bitch! He told ya that didn't he, that you should be grateful he wanted to keep you guys! After he did tha" I looked away and nodded and Daryl yells, "He had no Business! Touching you! I tell you when I see that prick I'm gonna kill em!"

I was too scared to talk so I stayed to myself by the stool, when Daryl sits down and he states, "that asshole... he told me and Rick you guys were his world, he sounded so convincing. All suited up and I used to be a lawyer? Was that a lie too?" I yelled, ",Daryl just stop! Okay! I don't wanna talk about it anymore, forget I said it! My uncle is a saint. Okay just stop"

I stood up and grabs her bag walking out. And shortly after he came out and said, "where you going anyway? You don't even know where Alexandria is?" I shrugged my shoulders before replying, "I can wing it, take another way." He states, "how about the correct way? With or without you I'm going back." He turns the opposite way, and as I slowly heard as his footsteps get further away, I couldn't help it. So I yelled, "aye Dixie" he grunts while looking at me from afar, when I stated, "wait up, I just realize i don't have a clue how to make a fire" he asserts, "yeah, rubbing two sticks together won't work.. tried to tell you yesterday, but ms rulebreaker have a mind of her own huh?" I smiled as I playfully shoved him a little, causing his eyes to meet mine. "I think you like that about me, Daryl dixon." He his cheeks got so red. He was embarrassed it was pretty cute in my eyes. He broke eye contact, After that we begin walking back to Alexandria.

[haejjoon]

Recently I was brain-rotting with someone about Joker's sexuality and we both concluded that... He seems kinda uncomfortable in the game. Mostly because of the "There's no turning back..." Msg afterward. Like, Atlus? Why is this so menacing and dreadful? And then you have these several moments of Akira jokingly flirting/or openly flirting with his Bros (gobro included<3)

It's just that nothing happens in relationships... I know you can interpret anything as you want *ahem* Curse Atlus for making silent Protagonists. But I couldn't feel like Akira enjoys it. It is as if he felt that he has to be in relationships with women (I forgot the term name but it's like when you question your sexuality because of heteronormative everywhere)

Of course, it may be just because romance is purely optional so there is no need to write it that in deep. But some romance routes are showing disapproval through Sojiro or Akira's face in model change.

It's just... Seeing Akira smiling after the friendship route with Futaba was such a whiplash for me. He doesn't do it when saying he loves her. I never even KNEW he CAN change his face on a model!!! That made me so curious if his face changes with others by he always facing away from the camera</3

Let me study you, Jokerrrr

(if someone is curious about Futaba, you can find screenshots on @/leonawriter's blog)

So uhh... I am really curious what are your thoughts on Romance in P5 :D

Because there are several posts about some translation misses in Persona for a variety of reasons as well as THESE. DAMN. FLOWER. KEYCHAINS.

Atlus can "queerbait" me as much as Capcom(Ace Attorney) but it is not my fault they have written these characters with homoerotic tension!!!

...or maybe I am just deluded AroAce V.V

So, yeah, sorry for my rant about not well-written romance :'D

HOL ON LETTER COOK???? U HAVE A POINT.

i always saw the romance options as... you know, options, which was why i always took them with a grain of salt. like its kind of ridiculous how little romancing anyone affects the overall plot. i romanced haru my first run through because i thought it'd somehow give her more screentime via plot (jun hhaeyeun u poor, poor fool.)

but you're so right??? whats the in lore reason as to why joker seems so aloof?? from his various options in main plot we know that hes pretty memey, cares a lot for his friends, etc etc. but when u have the option to romance the Girl Of Your Dreams you're suddenly about as emotional as a rock? i think ur onto smth...

not to mention he DOES seem to be super uncomfortable with the options... idk he always seemed like he was just going along with whatever the girl wanted to make her happy, bc he was her friend. one thing in particular that i wanted to point out was ann's romance route, where ur choices are either "you can rely on me" or "you can rely on the others" .... WHAT. like obviously you'd say "i'm here for you", right?? obviously akiren would say that he's here for ann, right?????? personally i think that akiren doesnt even know when hes dating a girl. the horde of girls who castrate him on valentine's day absolutely took him by surprise. he was just being a homie.

(which i think is prettu sad if you think about it... half of the dialogue options to toggle the romance route just sounds like akiren's trying to be friendly. "you can rely on me" "i came here to see you" "you've got me" arent romantic in the slightest. these poor fucking girls... a guy is decent to them One Time and they're over the moon .......... pls u all deserve better)

[nectardaddy]

Thirteen Years [Porco Galliard x reader] 18

** Trigger Warning: blood, death, very graphic descriptions, mentions of war, ptsd, disassociation, very very dark scenarios/scenes/and imagery.

Please take care of yourselves while reading here on out, if you need a break take a break. Things will get very heavy.

Note: creative liberties will be taken from here on out, the main plot stays the same but minor details are changed for the sake of this story

Strap in for this. It's long and very, very dark.

"What the hell do you mean I can't sit with them?" You questioned loudly, and quite rudely, to the Marleyan soldier in front of you. "He's my fiancé, why the fuck does my arm band matter right now??" You prodded more, crossing your arms over your chest with determination. "Ask him yourself, Mr. I Hate Eldians!" Porco and the other Honorary Marleyans looked over to your voice, the others looking at him in worry as soon as they realized it was you.

"Galliard!" The soldier called out to the blonde who stared warily at you. "Control your filthy pet, or I'll have to get rid of it!" He got up quickly, nearly tripping over Pieck as he crossed in front of her to get over to where you were.

"Filthy pet?!" You yelled, "so high and mighty you are huh? That stick is so far up your-" Porco quickly took your arm and pulled you away gently from the uniformed man before you could continue, though you wished he hadn't. "We're engaged, why the hell does it matter that I don't have a red armband yet?" You groveled. His steps were frantic as he desperately tried to get you as far away from where they sat as possible, knowing your temper would only get you into trouble.

"(Y/n), please," the man said gently. "I know it's frustrating, believe me, but the arm bands matter to them. Please, control your temper," he pleaded. "He'll shoot you without a second thought at the rate you're going, so please."

Taking in a deep breath through your nose and letting it out through your mouth, you felt your anger leave you bit by bit. "I just wanted to sit with you," you whispered. "It's not fair I have to sit without you, just because of a silly armband." You realized his steps slowed until he finally stopped and looked over at you with a sad smile. There was a grief in his eyes that was apparent to you, which made your heart sink and guilt wash over you. You probably frightened him greatly from how you were speaking to a Marleyan soldier, he of all people knew how ruthless they could be. "I'm sorry."

"I know it's not fair to you, but I promise I'll come find you as soon as this stupid thing is over," he reassured. A genuine smile pulled onto his lips after a moment, "it's alright. Just, please, never do that again, I nearly had a heart attack," he admitted. "Thank god the man called for me instead of taking matters into his own hands," he breathed out before finally pulled you into a hug. His hold was strong, thinking any less and you would drift away from him, but it was brief. "I have to get back, if I'm gone too long they'll start to question." With only a quiet nod, you looked at him with a small smile, "please, stay out of trouble. I can't leave unless I'm told to."

"Ok, ok, I'll save the fights for when you're with me," you mused with a chuckle. "Now go, I'll feel even worse if you get in trouble over me." He gave your hand a final squeeze before walking back, watching as he left with a sad smile on your face. "Stupid Marleyans," you grumbled under your breath before turning. Looking around to see where you were supposed to sit, and sighed upon seeing it. A tightly packed horde of people huddled together as far away from the stage as possible, "of course," you mumbled.

Shoving your hands in your pockets, you let out another sigh. No way in hell you were managing to get in there, so finding the closest building adjacent to the horde- you leaned. Minutes that felt like hours passed before anything of stature happened. Though most around you found Willy Tybur mesmerizing, you felt yourself being quite bored as you stood there. But your attention was pulled by a different soldier who passed you, seemingly all looking the same you wouldn't have taken another look if it wasn't for the three he had in tow. Your lover gave you a wary look and gave a small shake of his head. Getting the "don't follow or you might get shot" message loud and clear, you stayed put.

Rolling your eyes, minutes continued to creep by, and your attention was piqued by people gasping around you. You weren't paying attention at all, losing yourself within your own mind as a means to try to make time go faster. But in the very moment, you wished you had been, but you knew something was wrong. A line of soldiers ran in front of you and your stomach dropped upon the hushed words of, 'find them!' You quickly turned the corner and left, you knew better than to stay and watch panic unfold if something truly was wrong. Something you remembered from your candidate training was to never stay longer in a bad situation unless you had to. Even if your intuition was wrong, you'd rather jump ship now than drown in the shipwreck.

Oh how correct your intuition had been, being as a loud screech and a terrible crumbling rang in your ears as soon as you turned. You didn't dare turn back, fighting your curiosity as your pace to a run. Your heart rate sky rocketed, thinking to yourself you could feel it in your throat as you ran. You soon realized others had the same idea as you began to be pushed and shoved out of others way. A sickly feeling of fear washed over you, and the screeching sound from seconds ago echoed in your ears again. "It's the island Titan!"

Your breathing stopped upon the revelation someone had yelled beyond you, and all became slow motion as you continued to run. The island devils were here, in Liberio? Why? Did they know we were declaring war? Did Porco know they were here? You hadn't noticed someone had shoved you hard, hadn't noticed you went tumbling to the ground, hadn't noticed how people kicked and bound over you, hadn't noticed the blood that trickled from you knees and elbow, hadn't noticed your body was moving in complete autopilot to crawl to the nearest alley. Nor the two soldiers there, looking around just as baffled as everyone else, but only noticed when a shot rang out and killed one of them dead. "Fuck-" you breathed as reality slammed into with force. You watched as the other soldier locked eyes with you before running in the opposite direction, swallowing hard as you were left alone with a corpse.

You pressed yourself against the wall and took a shaky breath, your mind racing until all went blank. What was there to think, really, in this situation? Thinking it was a dream, you pinched your leg hard but whimpered knowing you couldn't wake up from real life. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself, think rationally. 'I was a candidate for awhile, what the fuck did they tell me to do?' You thought to yourself, swallowing and closing your eyes as you thought of an answer. Survive.

Mindlessly getting up, and letting fear utterly consume you, you grabbed the gun off the soldier who lie just before you. Shakily cocking it to check for bullets, then slinging it over your arm by the strap. Grabbing the bag of bullets from the dead man as well, you felt nauseous. "Pull yourself together, (Y/n)," you breathed. But nonetheless, you turned to heave, letting your stomach contents splatter on the ground next to you. 

Breathing deeply once you heaved, you closed your eyes. Fear racing through your every fiber of being only making your nausea worse, you tried to disassociate yourself - something Marleyans taught young Warrior candidates early as to combat recklessness. Finally breathing out and reopening your eyes, you found yourself in a trance like state. Feeling your body move on its own in order to save yourself, as if watching yourself from above rather than your own eyes.

A strange wizzing from above made you tense, and you aimed and fired, mindlessly pulling the trigger as you were taught years ago. Frightening yourself as you so easily pulled the trigger without a second thought, pulling you from your disassociate state quickly. "Shit, shit, shit," you yelled to yourself and frantically looked around for somewhere to hide. Finding a door meters front of you, you sprinted and yanked on the handle. Pulling the door open and slamming it behind you, you heaved your back against the door.

"What the fuck?" You yelled to no one in particular, screaming and yelling curses as you finally felt yourself unravel. Over your own deteriorating mind, you hadn't heard the other loud voices in the room. But jerked into consciousness as the door behind you swung open, losing your balance at the force it took to barge in. A man in black and grey stood over you, your heart thumping wildly in your throat as you scrambled for the gun you had before falling. Mind blank and world in slow motion yet again, you grabbed the gun as he lifted a weapon you had never seen above you. Without aiming, without even looking you fired as soon as your finger met the trigger.

A sickly crack made your ears ring, and the splatter of blood hitting you in the face made your stomach drop in horror. "Oh my god," you whispered. "Oh my god, I killed him. . ."

"(Y/n)! Fucking christ please answer, for the love of god are you ok?" But the voice feel on deaf ears as you stared off to the man who laid dead before you. Only snapping back to reality once other Eldians stood in front of the open door, though you couldn't tell how long that had been. You recognized them, and completely unraveled at the sight of a familiar face within your terror. Letting out a sob you never knew you were even capable of.

"Oh fuck. . ." One of the man stated, assessing the scence in front of him. The other swiftly closing the door behind them from more unwanted attention. One of the men had to all but pry the gun out of your hands as you clung onto it, pleading with you that you were alright. Unbeknownst to you, the others made their way further inside and called out into a deep hole within the floor.

Snapping your watery, blurred eyes towards the men, you took in a deep breath. "Who is this?" You asked angerly through tears, "and why the fuck did he try to kill me?" Your shattered mind kept shifting from horror to anger, grabbing the gun you stole from the dead soldier out of the hands of the Eldian in front of you.

"An island devil," he replied softly, answering honestly seeing as your mind was completely disheveled.

Your knuckles paled at how hard you gripped the gun in your hands, fingers losing feeling as you moved with anger. You knew what you were doing now, no longer running on autopilot but completely out of your own free will - running off of adrenaline, fear, and anger. Hot tears streamed down your face as you lifted the gun over you, ramming the butt of it into the already deceased man. "I hate you!" You screamed as you lifted the gun only to throw it back down again, over and over, hearing the cracking of bones and splatter of blood fill your ears. "You, stupid, stupid, island devils! You've ruined everything!"

The men watched in horror at your anger; they knew the terrors of war but even this was too raw for them to let continue. But they stayed, too stuck in their own fear to even dare stop you on your rampage. There was no greater fear than a person scorned. Blood and tears dripped down your face and your arms ached, but you only stopped upon feeling a hand grab your arm. Whipping around, gun still in hand, you pointed it at the person who grabbed you.

The blonde's arms shot up as the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at his face, swallowing harshly. "(Y/n)," he whispered. The young woman next to him looked at you with panic and worry, her eyes flicking between the gun and you. Both of them took in your disheveled state in absolute terror. You eyes were wild, and your clothes were torn and splattered with crimson, the crimson color even dripping down your face from the sheer amount on you. "Put the gun down, dear, it's alright."

"Did you fucking know they would be here?" You asked harshly, surprising even yourself that you hadn't lowered the gun. The anger you felt was greater than anything you felt, a rage you were certain you had never felt before.

"No." Pieck whispered in response, seeing as Porco only stared at the gun pointed at him by his own lover. Dropping the gun at such a simple word, you sucked in a deep breath. Panting as if you were holding your breath the whole time, you felt strong arms around you as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry," you choked out, "oh god, I'm so sorry." You cried as you finally found the will to hug the man back.

[blue-eyed-banshee]

I have been listening to this again and it gives all Sylvanas/Jaina vibes!

This song is about wanting a past relationship again. The words before the chorus in, it makes me think whenever Sylvanas would see Jaina, especially after she became the banshee queen; it would leave an ache in her unbeating heart. I'd like to think that when she's alone is where she's just doing nothing but thinking of the past, of Jaina and how they spent a night in each other's arms before she died. And Arthas taunting her about how Jaina could never love her a corpse.

No one consoles her about the memories... she's forced to experience every regret; most of all, the regret of not proposing sooner...

That's why Sylvanas couldn't take her eyes off of her during the battle at Icecrown... She desperately wanted to say something, anything. But she was afraid of being vulnerable in front of her people and Varian along with the alliance. But Jaina knows better. She knows Sylvanas is trying her damndest to keep from falling apart..

And against Arthas, they worked together with horde and alliance Champions (who knew of their history together, but not the details.)

Sylvanas would protect Jaina from any attack, as would Jaina to Sylvanas. When they would have a few moments of respite, both would be silent for an awkward pause before speaking.

"I-"

"Syl-"

Sylvanas chuckled, which sounded eerie due to her banshee echo in her voice. She frowned and glanced away towards a corpse that was spread amongst the floor.

"I.... am glad you're here.."

Jaina's heart begun to break at the clear sadness laced within the Banshee Queen's voice, which she knew Sylvanas desperately wanted to hide.

Jaina let out a heavy sigh, not realizing she was holding her breath before she glanced away from the banshee who was looking at her with her ember-glowing eyes. She could feel a fanged-smirk as she began to blush.

"I... have something for you." She said before reaching into her robe pocket before Sylvanas' eyes widened at the sight of a necklace. It wasn't hers... or Little Moon's, it was the one she made for Jaina. The last time they spent together, she has snuck off to have it made while Jaina was still asleep in Sylvanas' room back at the Spire.

Sylvanas tried to mask her shock, but she felt dust well up in her eyes.

"I- I didn't know you kept it all these years, Proudmoore."

"Of course I did, Sylvanas. It was the only peice I had of you when...."

Sylvanas walked closer to the mage, placed a hand on her cheek and Jaina slowly glanced at her with tears in her eyes.

"I know..." She said softly in Thalassian before gently wiping a stray tear that slowly began to fall from Jaina's blue eyes.

"I'm here..." She whispered in Thalassian, which Jaina understood due to being amongst her people for many months.

Jaina placed a hand on Sylvanas' cold ones, which cupped her cheek.

They both slowly leaned in and cold lips met warm and they stood in the middle of a large cooridor within the citadel, but away the darkest parts of the citadel.

They hesitantly parted their lips and stared into each other's eyes before hearing the sounds of undead making their way to their location.

"Champions! To us!" Sylvanas yelled before an orc, and a worgen took arms. One being a shaman the other; a death knight.

[omgkalyppso]

thinking of these sections of my borgakh x lor'themar fic (781 words) (set during mists of pandaria)

Lor'themar sat up, crossing his legs. "Did you know we were concerned that you might not wake at all? Or that you may wake as an agent of Garrosh? But when I saw you ... I knew that feeling. That determination that persists through being broken. When I lost my eye, I failed to lose consciousness and had to become very intimate with that feeling."

Borgakh shifted uncomfortably. "I suppose my injuries must seem trivial to you."

"Not in the least," Lor'themar assured her warmly. "You've hard earned this battle-scar, and I am relieved that this is all it will be."

There was a pause in conversation. Borgakh found it comforting, and moved to swing her legs over the side of her cot. She blushed heavily, her bare legs stretched out next to a leader of a nation.

"I imagine your family will be too?" he asked.

"What?" she answered, nearly incredulous.

"That you're alive. Scarred, but not exactly worse for wear so far. I imagine your family will be relieved."

Borgakh thought of the few faces she knew in Orgrimmar, wondered at their safety, and shuddered; her head shaking as she assured Lor'themar, "I don't think anyone will really be waiting for news about me. Certainly not anyone I'd call family."

Lor'themar opened his mouth as if to speak, but shifted his shoulders and looked away before settling upon, "That's awfully sad."

She could tell that he meant it, and shrugged. "As far as I know, you're hardly different. You must confess a certain freedom comes with knowing that an army could go on without you."

"There's more to living than what we contribute to a battlefield," he answered skeptically.

She pursed her lips; a hopeless expression. "For me there is only the Horde, and if how it will have me is on a battlefield, then that is all that I am." She looked away from him, sheepish. "You realize I could never have expected to stay in Halfhill. I could never be a farmer, or an engineer, even a cook. The Horde needs these resources, but that is not how I can fulfill my duty to my people, or my promise to you."

"You cannot live on a front line," he said critically.

"Then I will die there," she agreed, meeting his eye. "I know this. Just as you must have, once. Your soldiers do." She sighed, "But perhaps your people have the privilege of time, and can expect that if they simply crush that threshold, the remainder of their days can be spent in the walls of Silvermoon or somewhere else far away. Every home I've ever had has been a battlefield. If anyone will ever miss me, it will be in the context of war."

"I admit, if you had fallen yesterday, I probably would have thought of you that way."

The way Lor'themar spoke, Borgakh could tell that he was ashamed of this admission, but she wasn't hurt by his words. This made it all the more surprising when he shifted his hand to rest atop hers between them. Reacting, she clenched her opposite fist, but took a moment to breathe and appreciate the warm comfort he offered.

"But I'd like to know you better."

.

"You needn't worry about your position. You've been indispensable."

She smiled sadly, and it broke his heart a little that she remained so unconvinced. He shook his head, forcing the emotion away as he asked, "What makes you feel as though anyone else here is more worthy in their presence?"

Borgakh looked away, obviously ashamed. "Their birth mostly. I always hate intruding. I'm sure you can understand why I might feel that way ... about orcs intruding."

Their eyes met and Lor'themar relived a lot of the past thirty years, but amidst all the tragedy he could recall, he couldn't begin to imagine being a child, a young girl, in Gul'dan's horde. Her arms were crossed upon the table. He considered reaching out to touch her, but decided to lean on one of his own elbows instead, allowing her her space.

"Yes," he said calmly, "I can understand. But don't forget: you were invited." Her expression changed only slightly, but it was genuine and a small blessing. "Not all of our actions need to be a reflection of our peoples. You're right not to forget. But somewhere in between ..."

"Remember the Sunwell?" she offered sympathetically in Thalassian.

"Exactly," he said with a laugh, ending in a curse, "by the Light."

"Did I say it right?" Borgakh asked cautiously, moving a finger up in front of her mouth as she rested her hand upon her chin.

"No, no," Lor'themar assured her. "It was perfect."

[lovelybruises-backup]

⎯⎯ ୨ I’m Sorry ୧ ⎯⎯

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem Oc (Sophie Oc)

POV: 3rd Person

︎Content Warning: death, sadness

Author’s Note: I have no idea what to call this (i.e. blurb, drabble, one-shot, or imagine) so please if someone could help me out, I really appreciate it! <3 oh yeah, no use of y/n in my works! Also created this on my trip back home and I was feeling a little depressed sooo sorry. Also I have never written for TLOU at all, bear with me. If I forgot anything in the Content Warning, please let me know! Also sorry if this sucks, have been really unmotivated.

It all happened so fast.

Ellie and Sophie were out on patrol, scavenging for any leftover supplies before a bad snowstorm hit. There was little to no infected in the area so they kept searching, not a single trace of anything in sight.

But that all changed when they came in contact with a horde of infected. Yet the infected was the least of Ellie’s and Sophie’s worries, they had been followed.

Ellie took the left while Sophie took the right side of the horde, which was extremely difficult with the group of strangers that had followed yet they helped in clearing out the horde.

It all but took a while to clear out the horde, once it was cleared out, one of the men from the group yanked Sophie by her hair and held her with a gun to her head.

“Where is your camp?” The man asked Ellie who was also held at gunpoint by the other members of the mysterious man. “Go fuck yourself” Ellie snapped as she glared daggers at the man who kept a tight hold on Sophie.

“I would be careful or your little friend here will have a bullet put into her skull. Now, where is your camp!?” The man yelled as he clicked the trigger which let out a noise of en empty barrel.

“Ellie.. just-just tell him!” Sophie spoke with fear, her eyes pleading to Ellie, but Ellie didn’t falter. “Let her go” Ellie spoke as she gripped her gun tightly, aiming it directly at the man.

“You have three seconds” the man threatened as he pulled the trigger of the gun yet it made a click noise, it was as if a game of Russian roulette. Sophie had tears brimming her eyes as she stared at Ellie with so much fear.

Ellie looked at Sophie and her heart broke to see the girl she loved so afraid, “okay okay.. our camp is just a few miles from here. You’ll see it” she gave in, her gun had lowered slightly. The man smirked, “thanks darling” he released Sophie but before Sophie could get to Ellie a loud bang rang throughout the woods.

“No!!!” Ellie yelled as she caught Sophie’s body, the man had shot Sophie in the back, the bullet exiting through her. The group walked away as if nothing happened, leaving Ellie kneeling on the snow covered floor while holding tightly onto Sophie, who was desperately gasping for breath.

“Shh you’re gonna be okay.. Sophie, look at me” Ellie spoke with tears clouding her vision, Sophie was in a lot of pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she grasped onto Ellie.

“D-don’t leave m-me” Sophie stammered as she panted, fear coursing through her veins as she felt her blood seeping out of the bullet wound. Ellie had her hands placed firmly on Sophie’s chest, adding pressure to stop the bleeding, the air was cold.

“I’m not going anywhere Sophie.. just stay awake for me” Ellie says as she tried to stay calm but her fear was creeping up and the idea of Sophie dying was breaking her heart into a million pieces.

Ellie saw how Sophie was trying to catch her breath, "you’re okay.. everything is gonna be okay, I’m gonna get you back to Jackson, baby." Her tears were rolling off of her cheeks now and she probably looked a mess. But that didn't matter, she needed her in her life. They were supposed to be together until the end of time. Her skin was getting colder and colder.

"I love you, please don't leave me alone," Ellie cradled her in her arms. "I'm sorry... please... You're ok. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It's ok. It's over now. You're ok. Wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me. I love you so much..." she cried as she could hear her shallow breathing.

"Don't. Please don't." Her voice broke a little at the last word "Hey, stop that, you are going to be okay, you are going to be just fine" she smiled, but it was shaky, and Sophie’s heart broke for Ellie. She could literally hear it crack within her own chest. Sophie reached out and touched the side of her face gently. Ellie leaned into Sophie’s touch, not caring if blood stained her cheek, all she cared about was Sophie.

"Don't you dare give up on me? Do you hear me?" Ellie spoke in utter desperation. "Please don't give up on me” Ellie’s voice was only a whisper by the end. The edges of Sophie’s vision turned black and she felt like her hand was made of nothing. It fell on the ground as she closed her eyes. Sophie was so tired and Ellie could see it in plain sight.

"I love you, do you hear me? Please stay awake! I know I should have said it earlier but this is not the way to make me say it! Dammit wake up Sophie.. please" Ellie cried in despair, but before Sophie was consumed by the darkness, a sad smile appeared on her lips.

"I-I love you too... Ellie.. don't forget me" Sophie whispered and took her final breath. And then there was nothing at all. Ellie felt so numb, "Sophie! No please!" She cried out into the snowy sky, snow began to fall. "Come back to me Sophie, god I’m so sorry.. please" Ellie felt a great pain in her chest as she hugged Sophie’s lifeless body to her chest. "Please-" she begged.

Ellie’s heart was shattering within her chest. She stayed there crying, she had kept cradling Sophie’s body into her chest. "Come back to me..." Ellie cried as everything around her went muffled and all she could do was focus on her lifeless girlfriend. So for the last time, Ellie lightly kissed Sophie’s cold lips and rested her forehead against hers, her tears dripping onto her pale, cold skin.

“I’m sorry..” Ellie whispered.

[americangodstalk]

Back on the road...

...wherever it might lead me. Though now I know where it WON'T.

So, hi everybody new, hi again people from before, and I will be sad for all those that went away in between.

After a long time of just going away from all things AG related and finding back myself and my mental health and a more stable life (got two out of the three, not bad) I am finally ready to return into the whole AG business! But on a different level.

Because I will be honest with you all: if you look through my archives, maybe you'll perceive it, maybe you wont, but I had over the course of this blog a slow mental downgrade if not breakdown because of a lack of experience of what Tumblr was and all sorts of bizarre coincidences and events. For example, I was way too young for a lot of my early experiences in the AG fandom - and I was also clearly way too young to handle a Wiki.

Already let's talk about the AG Wiki. The American Gods Wiki. This lovely little Wiki that I participated in at first simply as a fan of the book and the then newly released show. I was just here and there, correcting some articles, bringing some new infos and pictures - as a regular Wiki user does. Then the people part of the staff said they needed help, asked me if I wanted to be part of the team and I said "Well yes!" and it was my first time being part of any staff or any administration team of any Wiki ever. I thought "Well I'm going to learn some new stuff, isn't that great?". And then the Wiki was completely abandoned and I was left in charge as the only active staff member on the Wiki. And this was bad.

I don't think I need to draw a picture, but a young and unexperienced person suddenly being catapulted head of a Wiki, alone against a horde of faceless people (plus there was a big wave of trolls that vandalized the articles regularly), and feeling somehow that he had the "charge" of it all and was like the last guardian of this old city that had been built by others before and that only he could prevent from sinking? Yeah no, this was bad. I poured a lot of time and effort into the Wiki as a result, and... this kind of soured my AG experience because I realized I am not a guy who likes to make Wikis. I like participating in encyclopedias, I like writing dumb little articles here and there, I like overanalyzing some trivia. But I hate having to be on the watch for everything little thing every time I read a book, I hate having to categorize and classify everything neatly (especially since American Gods is a book that precisely defies classifications and works on mystery), I hate to have to explain to other people a book I myself not fully understand (and that is not meant to be fully understood)... Plus of course, the cultural barrier of being French vs the book being about, you know, THE USA. I have enough knowledge of USA history and folklore, but that's not enough to write too extensively about it.

This is all what led me to drop it all. I still went on the look out from time to time ("like a vulture" I used to write), not actively participating but correcting mistakes, banning vandals, just overseeing things. And as time went by I just... stopped being there. I only recently took a new look, and I saw - miracle of miracle - that decent people and true fans, not trolls, were adding useful informations or making important correctings on a regular basis. Somehow, in my absence, the Wiki had not been destroyed, but people actually started taking care of it! Something that never happened while I was around. Anyway I am still on the search for someone to replace me as the "unofficial head of the wiki" - or one of the higher ups. It would be nice having someone who knows how to handle Wikis take care from now on.

On the other side, another reason I had to take a step back and refocus on something else, was of course the TV series. I was massively, massively invested in season 1. It was the first time I saw a work I adored being adapted in such a cool way, and I was all into it. And then season 2 came, and then season 3, and with each season I disliked the show more - but here's the thing... I couldn't tell at the time if I judged the show for its true worth or not. Because of how of a mess it all was. I will call it a "cursed production" indeed, because there was so much... things around it, it ended up preventing me from clearly seeing the episodes for what they were. The constant change of directions and focus for each season due to different showrunners/writers and different artistic directions ; the delays ; the allegations, accusations and behind-the-scenes drama, the actors quitting, not quitting but never being brought back, all resulting in convoluted character arcs - plus my own biases and personal appreciations as someone who loved the book and thus clung onto the book's worldbuilding to try to undertand the series' worldbuilding as it became more and more... different each season.

But after all that, I think I am ready for a fresh and new start. I am back from a pure "No AG" diet. I heard there's an Anansi Boys TV show in the works. I feel ready to do some AG stuff again. Probably look back at the TV show. I'll probably buy the DVD of season 2 (I only have the DVD of season 1 because I was bitter about season 2 not having any extras despite this season having PILES WORTH of deleted scenes and cut material). I have lot of stuff to reblog, and lot of other stuff to share. And no, I will not be working on the Wiki. All the info, concept art, interviews I collected, I feel it would be more interesting to pour them out here, into a social media, directly for people to reblog, comment, talk and share, rather than classifying them discreetly in a Wiki. Not that people do not read or use the Wiki - in fact this was one of the reasons I decided to work on the Wiki, to prevent misinformation from being shared... But I am just not cut-out to obsessively collect and then classify neatly and in an "easy to explain" way all the info about a work. I am rather the type to obsessively collect all the info about a work, share it in a chaotic way, and thus teach the most convoluted and complex lessons about a character's evolution through media or the themes treated by a novel.

All of that to say. I am back. Hi everybody. And if you still want to hit me with questions, messages, or notes, do not hesitate!

[gr33napple]

Broken Visions

Author Notes: Hehe Future Donnie sadness. I have no regrets.

...

Chapter 2: Memories?

The air was dry and hot. All around him, destroyed buildings and Krang dogs littered the wasteland. He knew where he was, though he hadn't ever seen the place before. It was Casey's timeline, The Krang Apocalypse.

He was holding something, a red and green blur. Others were around him, a failed mission had sent his group running.

They took cover behind a fallen building, the pink plasma blasts destroying the ground around them. That's when he recognized the blur.

Leo.

He was torn up, a large bruise on his face with many cuts littering his body. His arm was gone, the blast having cauterized the wound.

The blast he should have predicted, should have blocked, should have stopped from hitting his brother.

This whole mission was a failure.

His whole mission was a failure

"It's all my fault."

....

He was still in the wasteland, but his surroundings were different. He was running again, towards something instead of away. Leo was a few feet behind him, still getting used to his prosthetic.

The Krang communication tower was just a few hundred feet away. They had the drones aimed at the top, ready to fire. This would deal some major damage to Krang operations worldwide.

He was leading a small battalion, as their numbers were shrinking. Food was scarce, and water was starting to run out. Mikey was back at base, tending to the young and wounded.

He began speaking, the words making thier own way from his mouth. "Remember the plan: Get in, Plant the explosive, Get out. Nobody fights unless absolutely necessary."

It was a simple plan. Nothing should have gone wrong. Then again, luck is a fickle mistress.

Right as they reached the tower, a swarm of Krang zombies appeared, waiting for them. He could only yell one sentence before the carnage began.

"IT'S AN AMBUSH!"

The zombies lashed, snarling and whipping at the group. Two of the soldiers got stabbed in the arm, the slimey tendrils encasing them. They were gone in seconds.

The others weren't much better. Fifteen people against a Krang horde are already bad odds, but with their best fighter injured, they were screwed. Leo called for a retreat. The soldiers pushed their Donnie Pod™ buttons, Leo waiting for him.

If he didn't leave, he would die.

But they were so close!

Mind made up, he ran over to Leo, pulling him into a quick hug.

"Save the world Leo. I'll be waiting."

He jabbed Leo's button, running back towards the Leo. He could hear his brother scream his name, yet he kept running.

He had to do this: for Raph, for Dad, for Earth.

Activating his battle shell's weapons, he fought his way through the hoard, alive enough to keep moving. The pink blood covered his body, but it wouldn't be bothering him for long.

Bomb in hand, he made his way to the heart of the tower, slaying his way through.

Finally, he reached it, the pink flesh-like core staring him down. Literally, a huge yellow eye was in the center of the ball.

Ignoring the sensory nightmare, he punched in the ignition code, jamming the bomb in the middle of the eye. It popped, spewing a magenta, puss-like substance on his arms.

Damn Krang foulness! He recoiled, shaking his arms in disgust.

Looking back, he saw the timer nearing zero. If he was going out, it was gonna be in style.

He pressed at his wristlet, opening the Final Goodbye™ application. He had made it foe moments when soldiers knew they were dead, and wanted one last goodbye. He laughed at the irony, beginning his message.

"Hello, family. As you know, I, Donatello, aka Donnie, aka Othello Von Ryan, am dieing. I always knew I'd go out with a bang, just not in such a literal way.

First off, this isn't your fault, Leon.  You've always had a tendency to blame yourself, so I thought I'd clear that up.

Secondly, I would prefer that my tale be told with glory rather than grief. I want people to feel hopeful when they hear of this, not depressed. If I'm facing death, I want my name associated with awesomeness.

The timer only has thirty seconds left, so I'd better wrap this up. I love you all, and will be waiting in the whatever-happens-after-death. I'm a turtle of science, but I can dream. Sayōnara, watashi no kyōdai-tachi."

The countdown reached zero.

BEEEEEEEEEEP

BOOM

Blinding white heat enveloped him, sealing him in his fleshy tomb.

[bonjovian]

Never Let Me Go: Chapter Twenty-Nine

Masterlist Chapter Twenty-Eight Chapter Thirty

Word Count: 1,637

Tag List: @arrthurpendragon @seankayser

Noctis wakes the others up after they mysteriously passed out. With a little way yet to go until they arrive in Gralea, Gaia tries to wrap her head around what just happened. It wasn't long until they were in danger again...

"Hey. Wake up," Noctis ordered.

I groaned quietly, groggily getting to my feet. "Son of a bitch," I mumbled. Noctis was sitting down in front of us, breathing heavily.

"What happened?" Gladio asked as he stood. It seemed he and Ignis had the same thing happen.

"I saw the Glacian," Noctis answered. "It's okay, she's gone now. You guys check on our drivers."

"Got it," Gladio nodded. He walked over to Ignis, looking him over. "You good?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Ignis responded. "Let's go." The two of them walked away, leaving just Noctis and me. I was still trying to wake up.

"Gaia, aren't you going to join them?" Noctis turned to look at me.

I perked up a bit from hearing my name. "Huh? Oh, no," I laughed softly. "I'll probably just stay back here for a moment. I am still trying to figure out why I passed out like that."

It was a half-truth. I was trying to figure that out, but one other question was on my mind. How did Noctis see the Glacian if her corpse was outside the train?

Noctis got back to his feet and walked off as well, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I sighed and grabbed my journal. I flipped through it, reading bits and pieces of what I wrote when I first set off on this journey.

First meeting Noctis and the others, the disaster that was the first bust-a-base, reaching Altissia... All of it was there. It made me wonder if things could have gone differently.

Maybe Lunafreya would still be alive, maybe Ravus wouldn't be a wanted man, I thought. Maybe Prompto wouldn't be missing. Tears brimmed my eyes and I blinked them away.

It was both comforting and sad to reread everything I experienced. After a while, Noctis, Gladio, and Ignis came back to the train car I was in.

"We should be drawing close to Gralea," Ignis spoke after a moment.

Gladio crossed his arms as he took a seat. "Can't imagine what it'll be like."

"Swarming with daemons, but you knew that," Noctis responded with a shrug.

Gladio scoffed. "Don't remind me."

"It wasn't always like that, at least, from what I remember," I chimed in. "But I also lived just on the outskirts." I looked out the window. It was incredibly dark out.

"Though I do have to laugh at the karma of it all," I spoke again after a moment. "Ironic how the empire made magiteks from daemons, yet they can't control them themselves."

"Once we arrive, we'll make for the Keep," Ignis spoke, changing the subject to our strategy.

"The Keep?" Noctis asked.

"Zegnautus," Ignis elaborated. "An imperial mega fortress said to be impregnable."

"With Prompto and the Crystal inside it," Noctis muttered.

"Oh, wonderful," I groaned.

"What goes in must come out," Gladio smirked. He then changed the subject. "So, are we buying this story that the Crystal can purge daemons?"

"The proof is in the purging, but it does stand to reason," Ignis answered.

"Hopefully the Crystal doesn't think I'm a daemon," I laughed awkwardly. 

Ignis continued, "We've observed that as the nights have grown longer, the daemon hordes have grown stronger. If they are in fact averse to the Crystal's light, it could save not only Lucis, but the world." 

Noctis chuckled softly. "We'll find out once we take it back." 

The train's brakes squealed, interrupting our conversation.  I winced at the noise. 

"The hell?" Gladio grumbled as he stood up. We were stopped in the middle of a tunnel. 

"What is it?" Ignis asked. 

"My guess? Something to sidetrack us." Gladio made his way toward the front of the train. 

I looked over at Noctis and Ignis before getting up and following Gladio. Something just didn't seem right. We barely entered another train car before the windows cracked. The train shook violently, knocking us to the ground. We carefully got to our feet, and I looked at the windows once more. They were one attack away from shattering entirely.  

Biggs broke the stunned silence. "City's trying to keep us out... with the daemons," he warned. 

As if on cue, a few goblins jumped against the glass. 

"Gotta run! Don't worry about us!" Biggs told us. 

I quickly turned to look over at Noctis and the others before turning to the windows once again. "Fuck," I whispered. One of the windows shattered, letting some of the daemons inside. 

"Let's get to work," Noctis readied himself to summon his sword. 

Nothing happened. 

"What's wrong?" Gladio asked. 

Noctis tried again. "The weapons... they're stuck!" 

I tried summoning my axe. Nothing. Sword, nothing. "Damn it," I mumbled, trying not to panic. Maybe the tunnel was interfering with the armiger?

"Get back!" Gladio ran forward, kicking one of the goblins away. 

"Run!" Ignis ordered. I looked at Noctis and Gladio once more. We took off in the direction we just came from. At this point, we were outnumbered and it was only a matter of moments before we would eventually be backed against a wall. 

"Uh, what are we going to do when we don't have anywhere else to run?" I yelled to the others, pushing another daemon out of my way. 

"We trade the train for the Regalia!" Ignis responded. "Noct, the freight car!" 

"Keep moving!" Noctis yelled, running ahead of us. 

Finally reaching the regalia, Noctis immediately got behind the wheel. I ran to the passenger side, fumbling with the handle before taking my seat. Prompto's seat. 

"Gun it!" Gladio demanded once we were all inside. Noctis stepped on the gas, the tires squealing as we took off. 

"Threat upgraded." A speaker announced. It was a security system. "Activating level 4 security measures. Sealing all gates." 

"Go go go!" I yelled. Even when we were outside of the daemon-infested train tunnel, we were still in danger. Now we were being shot at. I gripped the seat. In our haste to leave, it seemed none of us paid the seatbelts any mind. With Noctis swerving on the train tracks to dodge both enemy fire and debris, it was most likely the worst decision.

"One clean hit and it's over," Gladio warned. 

"It'll take more than that to stop His Majesty's trusty steed," Ignis reassured us. "Just focus on your driving." 

"I suppose we're lucky they aren't the best shot," I laughed nervously. 

Noctis gripped the wheel tighter, slamming the gas pedal down even more. "You can do it, girl," he hissed, talking to the car. "You can get through this. Come on, old girl!" 

We barely made it through the gate before one last explosion damaged the car. It came to a stop, a somber silence falling over us as the rain began to fall. 

The Regalia was done for. Smoke poured from under the hood. I'm going to miss being crammed in the back seat, I thought to myself. I sighed and looked over at Noctis and the others. 

"That's all she's got," Gladio said, his tone surprisingly quiet. 

"It'll do," Noctis sighed as he opened the door. 

We got out of the car. I remained silent as I looked at it, taking off my sunglasses. "She did a pretty good job," I mumbled. 

We began to make our way forward, Noctis taking one look at the car before whispering, "Dad, thanks for everything." 

Gladio looked over at us, changing the subject. "Are we seriously marching into the capital empty-handed?" He huffed. 

"And with no assurances the Crystal can beat back the daemon hordes," Ignis added. 

"Guess we'll find out the hard way. No turning back now, right?" 

Before us was a train, precariously balanced on rubble. There was enough room for us to go under it, assuming it didn't fall. We carefully approached, Gladio looking it over once more before speaking. "This thing could come down at any time," he muttered.  

"Let's get it over with then," I responded. Just as Noctis was about to walk under it, it dropped a bit. The creaking of the metal echoed around us. He stopped for a moment before running to the other side. 

The train slammed to the ground just after Noctis had made it across. "Hey! Ignis! Gladio! Gaia!" He shouted. 

"Are you alright?" I yelled back. "You didn't get hurt, did you?" 

"I'm going to try to find a way back!" He responded. 

"I suggest we try to do the same," Ignis spoke after a moment. 

We managed to climb onto the train that had fallen in front of us, which provided us with a decent vantage point. 

"Is there a way forward?" Ignis asked. I shrugged. 

"There's a way, but I don't see us going forward without facing off with the daemons," Gladio murmured. 

"But Noctis is going at it alone, we have to get back to him," I responded. "Even if we have to fight barehanded." 

"Perhaps you won't have to," a familiar voice spoke up. Ardyn. He walked over to us from the same side Noctis was on when we got separated. 

"What are you doing here?" Gladio demanded. He held his arms out in front of Ignis and me, a small attempt to protect us. 

"Why I come bearing gifts," Ardyn responded. With a snap of his fingers, our weapons manifested in our hands. "See? Gifts! Now I believe a 'thank you' is in order." 

"After all the shit you put us through?" I scoffed, letting my axe rest against my shoulder. Gladio inched closer to him, brandishing his greatsword. 

The chancellor put his hands in the air as if he were surrendering. "Here I am, helping for a change. But I can see I'm not wanted." He turned and left without another word, leaving us to discuss our plans. 

Why would he give us our weapons back? Surely he would rather us be defenseless. Unless us getting killed wasn't his goal... 

[rotfics]

Eliza.

Dredge comforts Eliza while she turns. (Warnings: Child Death)

She was on his back the entire day.

Despite the fact that it was an abysmal, zombie ridden, wreck of a world, Eliza had lit his entire world up. And that was the problem.

Eliza had gotten sick. Dredges best efforts were more than enough but she was sick before he found her. Neither of them knew at the time.

So now he sat with her against a wall, holding her in his claws. He was shaking.

"Dredge..?"

He snapped to. "Y-..yeah?"

"What's going like?"

His throat felt like it was closing, but he pressed on.

"You get cold...and kinda fall asleep. I guess."

Eliza huddled up to him and grabbed his coat. "Is that how you felt?"

Dredge winced, hard. He didn't turn, he was murdered. "Ahhuh..no, I-...Yeah,"

The girl in his lap tugged his coat collar and looked at him. "Is it going to hurt?"

If he was capable of doing so, he would have began tearing up. The zombie man held her tight, took his mask off and nuzzled his face against her cheek.

"It won't hurt, Eliza." His guts felt like they were in his mouth.

"Dredge..."

"Y-" .... "Yes?"

"I'm cold, Dredge..."

His jaw clenched, his gut clenched, and he kissed her head. His voice shook.

"I know, Eliza.."

==2 Hours Pass==

Dredge set a small, rag covered float. His face was pale. Wet. His lip trembled a bit, but he smacked himself out of it. He cleared his throat and leaned down to stroke the small body that was on the float, resting his forehead down on it before getting back up with a sigh.

He muttered something before lighting a match on it and gently pushing it into the water.

"..."

With a giant sigh he just turned around-

"FUCK! HELP- HELP-!"

Dredge winced, he was HERE for this specifically, but that was taxing-

"OH SHIT!"

"Fuckin...no breaks....HANG ONyouidiots."

Darting around the corner he saw a few survivors cornered by a horde. He inhaled and stomped his way towards, getting the feral zombies attention, the anger in his gut squirming and twisting.

"I...just had to put down someone I loved, very, very much, I'm pissed, I'm sad, I feel weird as shit, so you living idiots? Should just run away. You are fucking welcome."

One of them attempted a response, but the rest of them dragged out. Dredge turned to the feral horde and scowled, his mind wishing they could feel pain.

But he shook it off and bared his claws, tearing through them while tearing through the pain.

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

....

Rick went silent, eyes distant, facing away. Sadness hit him. Sadness and frustration. "Well I was surprised they didn't kill me or imprison me after I tried to escape 4 times."

He sighed, eyes moving back to her again.

"People sure must be talking, if you know so much about me. That was long ago, and I don't intend to run anymore. I decided I'm in."

Rick lowered his eyes, pain in his face. Pain he was trying to hide.

"Part of me thinks they're dead. I don't wanna believe it. I keep thinking they're out there, but..." He rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath. "I've heard a huge horde was moving...passing by where I came from." He shook his head, eyes teary. "They're probably dead. A friend said she would...find a way to get info from the scouting team or use the satelies to know but- I have little faith. She will be telling me tonight."

He sniffed, swallowed the urge to cry." Even if I wanted to run, the reason why I would want to- it ends tonight. His voice shook. He was almost certain Anne would visit him, tell him his community was overrun. There was no way to survive such a massive body of walkers.

"What do you want from me?" He muttered, looking away.

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❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜ (from Stormi) @norvstforthvwickvd

...

"You don't know how I am."

Rick replied after collecting his thoughts. He wasn't like them. He wasn't like the CRM. "What do you want to protect? If you know...then just...stick to it."

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