#She is f no matter what

[sweetybaty]

I feel like Flaky would choose the man in the "bear or man in the woods alone question" but the bear would choose her

That's a trick question!!1!! He's both :))) HASJHASJASHAJSH

[obessivedork]

Was.... that supposed to be the end of FO4? 😐 Like once you've blown up the Institute you get this random nostalgic slideshow that has nothing to do with ANYTHING and that's it? You beat the game! Good for you! But we'll place you back into the world to keep playing I fucking guess? What's going to happen to your friends and The Commonwealth with all the decisions you made?😐 Don't ask us! Not like we're going to make an RPG with the infamous RPG IP, that would be silly!

[neallo]

the thing is that the mellonear leash double drabble that i already have written is m/f lmao

[qualityrain]

you have to describe hny but u cannot mention or allude to worst toxic guy ever x innocent uwu girl trope and/or the super girlboss x pathetic guy she puts in his place dynamic or else the anvil will drop on your head

[vincent-sinclair-deserved-better]

hm

thinking of my blorbos but not in a "i love you you love me all is well" way but a "i love you hope you kill me" way lol

[errantgoat]

Astarion playthrough thoughts so far (finished Act 2)

The original content is there (mostly in Act 1), but I'm not sure if it warrants doing an origin run, considering what you lose when Astarion's not in the companion role. Basically you get a Tav with Astarion reskin, pretty much.

One thing that made it a little worth for me so far is that with all the small comments he makes, it did make me notice how eloquent and proper his speech patterns are...there's definitely some old- timey english slang in there as well. It's adorable.

but other than that

Someone summed it up better than I could.... Without Tav being there to give a damn, Astarion's playthrough feels super lonely. There's no reactivity with his questline when it comes to companions, they make no comments or even acknowledge any 'milestones' of his personal quest. (And they DO SO when he's a companion, seems like a real oversight.) Everything is handled so very privately, scars on his back are an inner dialogue starring the narrator in Act 2 for ef sake. At this point I'm not sure why he should choose the redemption route when nobody seems to care about anything concerning him at all, the LI included. :( It just makes me feel like he pretends to be a better person that he is, which in turn feels super sleazy, because he doesn't even try to canonically do that as a companion. :P

I'm planning on finishing Act 3 because my completionist soul wouldn't let me stop. BUT at this point I'm just doing it to be free of this game. XD This is it. The end. Next playthrough in 1-2 years time I SWEAR to GODS.

[villain-in-love]

Sometimes it feels like Thistle's hands is the only part of his body that actually aged in those 1000 years.

To be fair, his hands are not always drawn like that, sometimes they are very smooth and pretty, but it's interesting when that happens.

Maybe it corresponds with his use of magic or stress at the moment?..

[meatriarch]

nosy birthday where leland walked around gathering all kinds of wildflowers in the fields around the property, very meticulously. he doesn't know the meanings of any of them and he's not very good with making things -- but he hopes maria will like them anyway (: "sorry, i didn't have any good ideas for gifts..." he says, sheepishly offering the makeshift bouquet to her "i just didn't want you to think i forgot." / @lifesver

it wasn't too often that the three of them had the property to themselves — when johnnys' mother seemed to vanish into thin air, when her and lee were able to roam around freely . . . at least, to a point. but she enjoyed those little times they got to have, stretch their legs out, breathe in the fresh air. when johnny would let them go a little further out each time — still in view of him, of course — but where they can just rest, relax.

the sun was warm against her face, even from past the shade of the hat johnny let her borrow to stop her skin from burning under the heat. hair fanned out around her head, the soft blades of the grass cooling her from below.

eyes peered past the brim of the hat, up at the clear blue sky above. watched as the soft, fluffy white clouds crawled lazily in and out of her field of view. it was warm, but not overwhelming today. bright and sunny, kept a smile across her face as she enjoyed the quiet, the peacefulness of it all. she closes her eyes a moment, and breathes in deep. the scents of grass and dirt and wildflowers dances along in the soft breeze. a comforting hug, it felt like.

daylight darkens past eyelids, with the sound of shifting and shuffling beside her, and maria opens her eyes again and peers up as lee lowers himself down beside her in the grass. her smile grows more at the sight of him, backdropped in her view looking up at him by the blue of the sky behind him.

the bundle of flowers in his hands are held out for her to see, and sheepish as he is as he tries to explain, all that grows her chest is a warmth — a dulled ache too, something sad and upsetting in the mix of it all. something about forgetting ones' own birthday, something you used to celebrate yearly, without fail, and not without little crowd of loved ones to spend it with you . . . the day is different now, when thinking about it. like a rebirth in a way. slowly added tally mark to the amount of time she and him have been here, with johnny. far away from everything they once deemed normal. it was a strange and heavy feeling, vice gripped in her chest at the reminder that its the first of possibly many birthdays to come that are quiet like this. that family, that friends, aren't a part of anymore. a book shut on them both, really. no more chapters with those they once knew — but an entirely new story that laid out ahead of them both . . . and with all the uncertainty of what those pages have in store for them.

the heaviness sits atop her heart — however, warmth overgrows that hurt, looking at lee beside her with his bright, hopeful eyes, waiting for her response.

she carefully sits herself up, beaming at him and the flowers, as she leans in close to all the colorful petals, breathing in all different, wild scents, takes the bundle of them gently to look them all over, " oh, lee, they're so beautiful though! " she looks back to him, dimpled smile brightening her eyes, she leans over and kisses his cheek, " i love them, thank you! " she takes and carefully plucks a soft tail of larkspur from the bundle in her arms, turns and tucks it gently behind his ear, fixing his hair so it stays in place, " and one for you, too, pretty blue like the sky, for a pretty, sweet boy. " she grins at him, cups his cheek and kisses the other, " i love you, lee. i hope you know i do. thank you, for remembering. "

[sp4rrowdoll]

Guardian of the Garden f!Eden/f!Player, read on ao3 here Living with Eden is strange—it’s a rough life, in a rough cabin, with a rough woman, but you like it, you think. It’s hard to think clearly here. Which is a fact that should bother you, but somehow it doesn’t. Time moves slowly out in the forest, and perhaps it’s the endless routine of physical labor, but you don’t miss the town much anymore, if at all. There wasn’t really anything all that good about living there anyway. And here, you have Eden.

Eden, who is tall and strong, and wrapped around you like the best coat you could never afford in town. The two of you are naked, drying off from the bath in front of the fire, and Eden’s modest breasts are pressed into your back, your legs settled between hers, as you stare into the flickering flames.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look like Petal?” It slips out before you can stop it. You really didn’t mean to compare Eden to the anti-heroine from your favorite videogame, but the comparison has been stuck in your head since you first saw her, stalking out of the twilight and telling you not to move. Eden turns to you, lifting her head from where it had been pillowed on top of your shoulder, and you squeak and cover your mouth. “Sorry! I didn’t mean—”

She cuts you off. “What.” Her low contralto rumbles through your back where you are pressed against her, and you squirm until she drops a heavy hand on your waist. “Explain yourself.”

“I—” you pause and her hand clenches on your hip in warning. She has very large hands. “You’re just so tall, and strong—and—and pretty!” Eden stills, and for a moment you worry that you said something wrong. You bite your lip, and hope that she doesn’t make you take back your words. Eden doesn’t like compliments, you know, but you can’t help giving them to her—she deserves all of them, for taking such good care of you. You reach up and tug at your collar.

Eden’s other hand, the one currently not squeezing a new purple mark onto your waist, comes up and gently pulls your hand away from the black leather.

“Mmm.” The noise is contemplative. “I suppose I’ll let it slide.” Her hand relaxes, and slips off your waist, drawing lower and lower over your stomach until it settles between your legs. If you could move, your legs would have splayed out, wide and wanton, as she begins to work her fingers against your aching clit.

You turn to Eden, and lift one of her apple-sized breasts into your mouth, closing your lips around it and scraping along it with your teeth. 

“Just remember—if you need a garden,” she grinds herself along your leg, and you twitch forward into her calloused fingers, “the only flower you need is here.” She drags a hand along your clit, the roughness sending sparks along your spine and a rippling flutter through the muscles of your inner thighs. “And this is the only Petal you need.”

You wince. Eden’s dirty talk has never been great—but she must have noticed your expression, because suddenly Eden’s hand tightens around your throat.

And you remember how dangerous picking apples can be.

[howaboutalittlehelpneos]

Look it is important for my fellow pawn lovers to know. If you write pawn you Gotta include Rin and Yugo having the closest friendship two besties could have. I love pawn, I think it's fun and ripe with potential, but Rin and Yugo continuing to have a good relationship devoid of romance while he dates a gay little plant boy is nonnegotiable here.

[kainebell]

my hot take is that RWB only makes sense with f!Drew. Like in what world would Res Life ever, in a million years, have a girl share a dorm with her male RA 🤨 now, having to share a room with a female RA on the other hand…. 👀

[feral-radfem]

"I'm on radblr all day, how can I be a better feminist?" literally just go out and help the women in your community. Offer to babysit their kids so they can have a night off. Help an old lady take her groceries out to her car.

How about you do something small, then work your way up to some grandstand of political activism.

[bumblingbabooshka]

A Star Trek Novel called “Pocket Full of Lies” really has NO business going so hard.

[futchmemes]

getting into a m/f ship when you’re gay is so fucking awful. there’s so much content and so much of it is horrible. i am sufferering more than jesus

[silverselfshippingchaos]

could cozy up to me- ahem

[ladyseidr]

btw i forgot to even announce it but for like the last month i've been getting attached to golden freddy for some reason so i've added him as a test muse!!