#act two go brrrr

[timelessharp]

"See?" Althea gestured wearily at the mealy pear in her other hand, a chunk missing from where she'd bitten and spat it out, small worms visible burrowed into the core. "The gods hate me."

jaheira shouldn't laugh -- she shouldn't, really, but the sound that leaves her is not one of concern but is the low rumble of a chuckle. around them, shadows swirl and the world crumbles into the wrath of something ancient and evil.

the pear is well past its date and she plucks it from althea's grasp with a flick of her wrist to look at it.

" nonsense, girl. it is not directed solely at you -- this land has been unkind to all, including the fruit trees. a shame. a good pear is hard to find on the sword coast. "

castlevania sentences.

[clowncarfullofrats]

Guys i have so many thiughts on a charctr i need to microwave them

[roseboysstuff]

okay, so- i’ve had this thoughts in my head for a while but i was just rlly nervous to ask cuz it may sound extremely weird, but:

what about stepdad Leon who finds out reader is just needy to have something to fill their mouth with? i know it sounds confusing, but for example on one of ur fanfics i read, like stepdad Leon walking in on his stepson pleasuring himself while his free hand’s fitting two fingers in his mouth

i KNOW it sounds really weird but i’ve been so consumed by stepdad Leon content that i can’t take my own thoughts anymore.

Hehe oral fixation go brrrr CW // stepdad/stepson, don't like don't read

Leon knew you were acting differently, and he was determined to find out why. But everytime he brought it up, you would simply shake your head and tell him nothing was wrong. Now your mom had left for a few weeks, and he was going to get the answers out of you no matter what. He had grown to be really fond of you since marrying your mom, a love that went beyond that of a father and son, but he had decided to keep that a secret, and try and be a good father figure to you. But one night, as he went to ask you again what had been on your mind, he stopped at your door. He could hear your voice. Small little begs and whimpers of his name, a clear sign that you were touching yourself. He opened the door and watched you, and saw your fingers in your mouth. You were sucking them and licking all around them, while you touched your needy clit. He was entranced at your clear need to have something in your mouth and he walked over. Despite your surprise, he gently replaced your fingers with his own, giving you his thick fingers to suck on instead. "Touch yourself, baby boy. You can suck on my fingers while you use both hands to touch that needy cunt." You instantly obliged, touching yourself with more fervour, enjoying his fingers in your mouth. They were bigger than yours, and you swirled your tongue around them. You closed your eyes and he watched as you got lost in the moment. Your eyes slightly wet from tears, your enthusiastic mouth taking his fingers in. The pretty little stepson he had wanted for so long, whining and whimpering while sucking on his fingers and rubbing the wet cunt between your legs. He watched as the sensation made you cum, and you shook slightly as you sucked harder on his fingers to ride out your climax. "We'll be doing that again, my fingers are always available for my good boy."

[firsttimewriter92]

To be healed

Captain John Price x f!reader Part 2/5

This is part two of "To be injured". I recommend reading that one first otherwise some things in this one will not make much sense ;)

Summary: John is making good on his promise showing you that he wants to earn your trust and consent. Little by little he patches you up this time, leading to a lesson John ist just too eager to teach.

Warnings: SMUT! Minors, do not interact! This is not for you. Dirty talk, teasing, dry humping, kissing, intimacy issues due to sexual trauma, toothrotting fluff, sexual acts, little bit of angst

Masterlist

Wordcount: 4.557

(God, that GIF makes me go Brrrr)

It has been three weeks since John and you decided to try how far you would come together. He spent quite some time at your apartment. You cooked for him (turns out he loved cooking but was horrible at it), you read  together in comfortable silence or you played your favourite game while he watched and gnawed your ear off with questions. You loved it. He was genuinely interested in the games and just seemed to like how you reacted to them.

Each night however he respectfully stood up from your couch and said goodbye to you at your door. And with each night you felt like it became harder and harder to let him go. It was astounding to you how quickly you got used to his firm body next to yours on the couch. His gentle fingers raking absentmindedly over your skin while you read, your back pressed against his chest. How his steely thigh pressed against yours when he leaned onto his knees, concentrating hard on your gameplay process and loudly voicing his discontent when you got attacked, making you laugh uncontrollably. The way he bumped his shoulder or hip into you playfully because you made fun of his terrible chopping skills.

One evening while putting the dishes away (He had left no crumbs as per usual. That man could EAT), he reached over and stroked a finger slowly across your cheek. You nearly dropped the dish towel but soon smiled and turned to him. Towel long forgotten on the counter. His hand encased your cheek and he ever so lightly pulled. You stepped into his space willingly and he squinted at you amused. Rolling your eyes sarcastically you stood on your tip toes and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. He grinned mischievously when you parted from him. “Very good” he said amused. “You make it easy” you giggled. A light dusting of pink adorned his cheeks at that and he huffed. “Yeah, if you say so, little one.” Humming contently, your arms wound themselves around his waist. One of your favourite things to do as you found out. He fit so perfectly in your arms it was almost too good to be true. But it was. The fond and affectionate way he was gazing down at you left no doubt. “Need your help with somethin´” he whispered. You nodded, smiling widely. You knew what he meant. He always used that phrase when he asked you to take a look at the wound on his back. The one you stitched up. The one that started it all. And as always you just said “Shirt�� and tucket at the hem.

Though getting used to his vernacular, you were sure you would never get used to the effect he had on you shirtless. You felt the heat creep over your skin as he pulled the shirt over his head by the collar in his neck. Setting it down onto the island he looked at you, again as always a little sheepishly. You turned to your cupboard and produced the little medkit that John had given you. He was quite concerned when he found out that you didn’t even have bandaids at home. The next day he came over and insisted you accept the first aid kit he assembled for you. “It´s important, love. You never know when you might need it.”

He had a little smug look on his face when he turned around. You carefully removed the adhesive plaster and inspected the wound. It healed very nicely. “I think we can forego the plaster” you said happily. “It´s completely closed now.” You felt him twitch a little when you first touched his freshly healed skin to clean it. You thought he was still sensitive but then again, he didn’t twitch like that when you quite literally poured disinfectant on the open gash when it was completely open. Cleaning didn’t take any time and by the time you slowly massaged an ointment into his skin you could feel him shiver. The confidence this man had given you in the last couple of weeks suddenly gripped you like a vice and you marvelled in it. So you did something you hadn’t done yet in his presence. You took initiative.

Until now, it was always him that pulled you or leaned in first. This time, when you pressed your fingers into his skin a little more forcefully, you felt him leaning into your touch. You let your hands wander all over his back, his shoulders, the backs of his arms down to his lower back. Your hands were shaking only a little bit when you rested them at his sides and slowly let them wonder towards his front. Leaning closer you pressed your upper body to his and hugged him around his waist. You could feel his laboured breathing. This was the most skin to skin contact you have had yet and you absolutely lived for it. He was so warm and soft and freckly, his skin smelled like nothing you had ever smelled before and it was addicting. Rubbing your nose between his shoulder blades you felt him heaving a big breath. His chest expanded quite a bit. “You okey, little one?” he asked in a hushed voice while moving his hands over yours and squeezed them closer onto his abdomen. You nodded against his back but remembered quickly what his next words would probably be. “Yes” you said, hearing him chuckle. “Yeah I´m good” you nuzzled your cheek between his massive shoulder blades. You stood there for a while cuddling, breathing each other in and feeling each other’s heartbeats. But suddenly, it didn’t feel like enough.

You detached from him quickly and with a very worried expression he turned around. “___, is ev-” he only had time to say your name before you threw your arms around his neck and clung almost desperately to him. Not questioning your motives he grunted from the impact, grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you onto the island behind him in a smooth swoop. “Legs around me” he growled and gently guided them around his waist. “Hold onto me, it´s okey, love. Hold on” You tried to grab as much warm skin as you could while burying your face into his neck, a little whimper leaving your lips. It was the most comforting feeling you have had in years and you were terrified it would end too soon. That he would deprive you of it the moment he found out how much you loved it. “Shhh. It´s all right. I´m here, ´m not goin´ anywhere, I promise.” His voice was soothing, deep and rich while his arms pressed you impossibly closer to him. One hand reassuringly stroking over your hair and neck. Gently he rocked you back and forth a bit and waited for you to calm down. “´M here because I want to, you hear me?” he whispered into your hairline. “´M here because I said I want your trust an´ everythin´ that comes with it. ´M not leaving,___” he breathed heavily through his nose while you almost ripped the skin of his back with your fingernails. Calming, sweet nothings left his lips while you calmed down. No tears were shed this time but the fear of abandonment was still lodged into your flesh. Knowing he was there, holding you close with no expectation of sex and yet no intention of leaving, helped your beating heart immensely.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked into his gorgeous eyes. He had a serious expression on his face when he lifted his hands and framed your face. “I´m fine, John. I´m okey now” you said with a reassuring smile which he returned as soon as he saw that you were telling the truth. Your bodies still close to one another you leaned in, waiting if he´d pull back. He didn’t, so you kissed him softly but with enough pressure so he knew you wouldn’t pull back any time soon. And you didn’t. Feeling his heartbeat underneath your palm going absolutely ballistic, you moved your lips with his with more and more passion. Changing from slow open mothed kisses to small little pecks. “Christ, woman” he breathed when you detached from him for a second. “Feel free to do that whenever you funkin´ want. Don´t have to ask just…Bloody Jesus, wake me from my deepest sleep if you have to.” He sounded breathless and even a little whiny. Your core clenching deliciously at the sound. Holy…

You giggled and sank your fingers into his thick brown hair, scratching his scalp. He leaned his head back into your hands, exposing his throat, grinning like a mad man and releasing a borderline sinful moan that made you break out in a sweat immediately. Still grinning he said “Love seeing you this way. So confident. So you. Sexy as all hell.” You smiled again when you lips descended to his throat and started nibbling. Little grunts and heavy breathing filled your ears, spiralling your own excitement higher and higher. There was no pressure, just feeling. There was no force, no hurry, no `let´s get this over with`. There was only him and you. His beard scratching your lips slightly as you trailed them up and down his jaw. His warm hands wandering along your sides while your legs were still locked around his torso. His deep, scratchy voice telling you how much he loved what you were doing. When your lips finally found his again he was a panting mess, immediately grabbing your face and leaning over you until your back nearly touched the island on which you were still perched.

A little whine escaped you and he suddenly seemed to remember where you were. He chuckled and straightened up again with you. He had a peculiar look on his face. One you couldn’t quite decipher yet. But one thing was sure. You loved it that he looked at you with that expression. It was wonderous and calm. Happy. “You want to take this to the couch?” you asked with a sly grin. His eyes shot open. “You sure, little one?” You nodded. “Very much. Want to be closer” you said dreamily. John seemed thunderstruck but slowly nodded his head. Without any type of effort, he moved from the island with you still clinging to him, rounding it and sitting down on your couch. “I´ll only go as far as you allow me” he said earnestly.

Your heart melted for this beautiful bear of a man. “I know” you said happily and started kissing him again. It was like your entire body was singing, buzzing and vibrating. Soon you weren´t just making out with him in his lap, your hands started wandering again. You trailed your fingertips over his sculpted chest and through the coarse hair. With a appreciative groan John took one more step and darted out the tip of his tongue, carefully liking your lip. A bolt of electricity went straight to your core and you could feel the wetness gathering in your panties. Without thinking twice about it you opened your mouth to him. It was like a floodgate was opened in your mind. All the possibilities on how to please him and yourself came rushing back to you, giving you a feeling of pure bliss. So many different things you wanted to do to him without the outcome always being immediate intercourse. The fun of exploring a man like him came back. First thing you realised: He fucking loved tangling his tongue with yours. Your lips were already a little swollen and red from his beard but the moment his tongue glided over yours, you would have sold every item you owned just to make him do it again. You didn’t even have to ask.

With a whispered “shit” against your lips he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you like a man starved. Maybe he was. You grabbed his neck as well and pushed his chest back with the other. Keeping the kiss going he leaned back fully into your couch and you got comfortable on his lap. How comfortable he was, you felt only a few moments after. Your hand wandering from his chest down over his stomach. The muscles clenching under your touch he carefully bit your lip. Releasing a sharp breath you chuckled and moved your hand again. With a click of his tongue he got hold of your hips in a vice like grip and pushed them forward towards his own. There it was. A low whining sound came from you when you felt his bulge rubbing insistently over your centre. Keeping your hips right there he started whispering. “Doin´ so good, my little minx. Bloody hell you feel so good. So soft, s´ all for me, yea?” You whined and nodded your head as he began nuzzling your neck. He chuckled darkly. “That´s it, little one. Move as much as you like. Ughn…like that. Jesus, I love it when you do that. Come on, sweet thing. Use me.” A long moan left your lips at that and you fully started to move your hips now. Back and forth your most sensitive area brushed against the material of his cargo pants.

John guided your movements more than he controlled them. Mesmerised he looked up at you, at your exposed throat while your head was leaned back, your heaving chest and moving hips. It took almost everything in him not to buck his hips. Wait, he told himself. Wait. His head was reeling and the erection in his pants almost uncomfortable. But he would be damned if he did anything more than you were comfortable with. Also, feeling your hot core being pressed rhythmically over his dick again and again gave him a sort of satisfaction he had almost forgotten. These feelings he had for you were something he had to sort out even before talking to you in the first place. They hit him like a ton of bricks the moment he first heard your sweet voice while you were on the phone, giving him a shy wave as you brought the last of your moving boxes into your apartment.

Completely flabbergasted of how his body was reacting to you he had dived into his own apartment and took several deep breaths after closing the door quickly. After that, the conversations he has had with you were highlights of his day as well as terrifying. Each one brought a new wave of affection towards you but at the same time the overwhelming urge to see you happy and safe under any circumstances. It was just in his blood, though he had never felt his sense of duty so heavily directed onto one person only before. And that made him nervous. Attraction, he knew. Raw, unfiltered need. Directed towards one person, for one night. Take the edge off, move on. Thinking about only taking the edge off with you almost made him sick. Fuck, no. No, you weren’t for one night. You were worth a lifetime of nights. Fully aware of what he just admitted to himself, he let himself fall into the moment.

He felt your hand move lower towards the button of his pants and hissed. You looked at him again, grinning and loving the way the flush on his face stretched down his neck and into his chest hair. You leaned closer to his face, lowering yourself onto his chest. While kissing his collarbone you again started to move your hips, faster this time. Moans and whispered praises filled the air as the both of you found a sensual rhythm. When you fingers brushed one of his nipples and a high pitched whine left his lips, you could feel his erection jump against your core. With a hazy mind you straightened up again looking at his completely blissed out face. Swollen lips, glossed over eyes, grabbing hands. More, you needed to feel more. So you did the next logical thing. Moving quickly and only hearing his breath stutter when he started moaning, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Letting it fall next to you on the ground you could see the concentration return toJohn´s eyes. Having foregone your bra for the sake of comfort you were as bare to him as he was to you.

You could see where his eyes were trained, how he licked his lips, how he pushed himself into a more upright position. “God fuckin´ damn it, love. How are you this perfect, huh? Can I? Please…” he breathed looking directly at your chest. You shivered in his strong hold but breathily managed to say “Yes, John. Gods, please”…He didn’t hesitate. The moment his lips closed around one of your nipples while his hand held your other tit gently, you threw your head back and knew, you were utterly and completely at this mans mercy now and for once, that didn’t scare the shit out of you or made you want to run away. On the contrary. You pushed your chest closer to his mouth and he moaned against our nipple. “You taste incredible, little one. So funkin´ good for me. Move again, please. Please move.” You did without thinking. Moving your hips again you felt his push upwards with every stroke, eliciting little shocks of pure ecstasy throughout your whole body. Your skin felt like it was on fire when John began so move his hands all over your chest, switching his mouth to the other nipple. His tongue darted out and played with the hardened nub. Clenching around nothing, a new wave of arousal seeped into your pants and a slight sob escaped your lips. Immediately Johns eyes were trained on you, stopping everything. Whining when he stopped playing with your nipples and still moving your body above his, he got the hint and hummed his satisfaction before diving in again, licking his way down to your nipples.

Higher and higher the both of you spiralled and move after move, push after push you got closer to what you felt would be one of the most devastating orgasms of your life. “J-John” you hickuped trying to warn him. “John, I´m gonna…” “I know” he panted in an unusual high pitched voice. “I know, my love. ´M close as well. You can do it. ´M right there. Bloody…please, do it. Argh…fuck, yes” his grip around your waist became stronger when he began to push his hips up into you more forcefully. A sharp yell escaped you when his clothed dick perfectly bumped against your clit again and again with devastating precision. “John, fuck! There…it´s so good. Please, I´m almost there. Ah, ah!” He growled into your collarbone and bit down on it. That sent you tumbling over the sweet edge he pushed you towards. Clamping down violently, white hot pleasure shot through your spine up to your head and practically made you blind.

Not being able to make a sound anymore, you shivered in his arms, head thrown back, mouth open and struggling to take in air. John was under your spell. He was sure he had never in his life seen anything more beautiful than you struggling to breath because the pleasure he gave you made it difficult. He halted his own pleasure for a moment though it almost physically hurt, just to watch you and whispering to you. “So beautiful. You are so damn beautiful, love. All this shivering for me? That´s it, little one. It´s all right, I´m here. Doin´ so good.” He stroked your panting chest, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses along your neck towards your lips. Calming down somehow you leaned in and although you were still in need for more air, kissed him like your life depended on it. Wet sounds filled with little moans were the only thing you heard for a solid minute. His kiss deliberate and calming, a bit sloppy but utter perfection.

You were still in a blissed out haze but realised, “John,” you whined. He pulled you closer, gently placing his forehead to yours. “What is it? Are you all right?” You nodded and bit your lip. “You didn´t…why´d you stop? Don´t you want to…?” He sighed with a smile. “Awww, little bird. I couldn´t help myself. You looked so perfect when you came for me. I needed my focus on you, my love.” You couldn’t just let him hang like this. Gathering more clear thoughts you rolled your hips against him once more seeing him hiss and close is eyes shut. His hands immediately found their home on your hips again and guided you towards his favourite rhythm. Holding eye contact he began to breath heavily through his nose again. Holding onto his chest you let your hands wander towards his nipples. Brushing one carefully you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and a strangled sound came from his throat. His eyes were such a dark blue colour, they looked like the deepest of seas. They shone up at you in a challenging manner as you further increased the rhythm of your hips. His gorgeous lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them for a second.

Raking your nails over both his nipples at the same time you felt his dick jump again and knew it was any moment now. “___,” he panted. “___, fuck! ´M about to come. Is that okey, hmm? Can you tell me, baby?” His eyes almost lost focus when you grinned and leaned down so your noses almost touched. While still playing with his nipples lightly you whispered, “It´s okey, John. More than okey. You can come. Will you? For me, please? I want it.” With that you tweaked one nipple and it happened instantly. With a loud shout he pushed his hips upwards, nearly knocking you off of him. His vice like grip prevented that from happening tough. “Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!” Still moving his hips he threw his head back onto the back of the couch. The veins in his neck standing out while his chest expanded with every heavy breath he took. Four, five thrusts of his hips later he stilled. Eyes still closed, his grip loosening a bit. You admired his handsome features in detail, leaning over him and carefully kissing his face with featherlight touches of your lips.

He opened his eyes to look at you. You found nothing but pure bliss and adoration in them as he lifted his hand to your face, stroking his knuckles gently over your temple and down your cheek. Leaning into his touch you smiled lovingly at him and descended to kiss him fully on the mouth. He hummed in response and moved his lips with yours in the same sated, lazy manner. “You did amazing, love” he said dreamily. Giggling you leaned your head against his and felt his chest vibrate with his own laugh. “I have the best, most patient mentor in the world” you said. He hummed and began to stroke your bare back with his calloused fingertips. Relaxing completely, you sank lower to lay down on his chest.

Listening to his strong, calming heartbeat, suddenly you felt the rhythmic vibration of a phone call. “You´ve got to be fuckin´ jokin´” you heard John curse under his breath as he fished the small flip phone from his back pocket. When you tried to get up to give him some privacy, a very insistent hand pressed your head back onto his chest while you giggled. He answered in a deep, quick and professional voice. A voice that did not tolerate any type of unnecessary fuckery.

“Price! Yeah, Laswell?” Silence.

“Yes. When?” Silence.

“Understood” He hung up.

The phone fell to the couch to his side and his other hand moved to rake down his face while the other still played with your hair. “Do you need to leave?” you asked. He would tell you if your questions were unwelcome. You felt him sigh and a quiet “Yeah. Tomorrow” left his lips. You felt your heart sinking but also a deep connection to the man who made you feel so incredibly wanted. You would wait until he came back, for as long as you needed to. Just to feel him kiss you again one more time, touch you one more time. “It´s just a reckie tough. I´ll be back in a three days max. But,” he sighed again. “A reckie always follows a mission. I don´t know when-“

“I know, John. I can imagine” you said while playing with his chest hair. “I´ll wait.” You heard his heart stutter in his chest underneath your ear. Getting up you looked at him and found him staring at you almost disbelievingly. His blue eyes returned to their intense light blue colour and they shone with gratitude and something else you couldn’t lay your finger on. “Let me wait for you, please. You are…you´re wanted as well, John” you said with all the conviction you had in your body. He opened and closed his mouth several times before he just shook his head disbelievingly and pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Closing your eyes you let the feeling of his lips and tongue wash over you, making you comfortably numb. Tasting you he languidly stroked his tongue over yours, playfully nipping on your bottom lip and sighing contently. Your head was swimming, you heart drumming away and happiness made its way into every cell of your body.

“Stay here tonight” you pleaded softly against his lips. “Stay here with me.” He nodded instantly. “Yeah, love. Of course.” You smiled and brushed your nose with his affectionately. “Just need to get to my apartment for a sec” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. When you looked at him questioningly he chuckled. “You kind of made a mess of me and I need fresh boxers. Otherwise I´m not getting in your bed.” You snorted a laugh but nodded. “Yeah, erm…same here. I should clean up a bit as well.” He growled proudly deep inside his chest and squeezed you one more time. “Well then, up with you” he said and tapped your ass sharply. With a grin and a yelp you stood, although still reluctantly. He grinned as well and pulled you in by your waist once more. Happily you looked up at him. “Give me 3 minutes” he said and kissed the tip of your nose. Nodding you watched as we collected his shirt from the kitchen und walked out the door.

All clean and with fresh clothes he slid into your bed as if he had always belonged there. And it truly felt like it. Turning on his back he pulled you to his side. With a content sigh you rested your arm across his stomach and your head on his meaty shoulder. One leg thrown over his he chuckled when you pressed yourself as close to him as you could. “Little barnacle” he said in a sweet voice. You pressed your head to his neck and kissed his pulse point before relaxing and drifting off into a heavy sleep. “Thank you, darlin´” you heard him whisper into your hairline just as the heaviness of sleep dragged you under. Both of you drifting off with a smile.

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Party 3 anyone? Maybe? ;)

As always thank you very much for reading. Please feel free to intercact with this post. Comments, likes and reposts are apreciated. Thank you, my lovelies <3

@mando-amando

@queenpinesofdomino

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[chiprewington]

Is what Chip and Perry have together romantic? Or is it more of a comfortable platonic sort of relationship? Would they consider marriage at some point or is that not really for them?

I have been sending a bunch of asks and I'm sorry, but Perry makes my brain go brrrr. I wanna know what makes em tick. I want to study em like a bug.

YOU'RE FINE I love all these asks!!! If anything, I'm sorry for answering them out of order. I see one jump out at me and I Gotta Answer.

Anyways, Chip and Perry's relationship is Queerplatonic! Their love for one another is not romantic, but they have something more than platonic. They are not conventional partners, but to call them friends would undermine what they have.

These two have a bond so silly that over the course of time it took for them to get this far, they actually had to have a third party (Probably Spruce. Definitely Spruce.) point out that they are acting way more familiar than just friends to recognize they were squishing on each other. This wasn't any big reveal or anything, they just stared at each other with a simultaneous "Oh." and carried on with it.

Chip especially needed this as I feel like he didn't even know what being queerplatonic Was until it was explained to him and everything clicked.

But yeah! tl;dr is that they're both Aroace and Queerplatonic.

Oh, and they'd get married for tax benefits. Also because they love each other, of course! ...But tax benefits is a funnier reasoning.

[codename-adler]

28: Yanko Florescu (22) USC Trojans Backliner

(USC Trojans lineup of OCs)

Ah, big ginger man makes Mateo brain go brrrr!

*Yanko is supposed to have a little bit grown out buzzcut but I couldn't find a gif that satisfied my mental image so. That but cropped. He shaves it every month on the 28th. Call that sports superstitions.

With Jean, Viggo and Nikita, he is one of the tallest Trojans, standing at 6'4. With Nikita also, and Mari, and others, one of the most unproblematic teammate ever. He is so chill, but in a different way than others. Mari is chill because she does not care enough about anyone's bs outside of Exy; Nikita is chill because of his infinite patience and open mind. Yanko? Nothing fazes him, because he is so inside his own mind, minding his own business, that rarely anything else registers, and if something does show up on his radar, he does not have an overly sensitive personality, so he is able to put his emotions aside and deal with what's at hand. He might be on the AS in that area. You tell me. However, nobody on the team, and I mean nobody, has ever seen him lose his cool, either in anger or sadness. He has the occasional goofy-looking smile, or a small private thing. He's very good at straight-faced comebacks. If he's acting silly, his face rarely shows anything but a mischievous glint.

Yanko can appear scary, because he's very tall, very quiet. minimally expressive, and his goddamn fucking blue eyes are very... there. He might seem broody and gruff, but that's because his brain-to-mouth connection isn't always working, and he really enjoys being in his own bubble, so sometimes if you intrude on that time, it takes him a few seconds before he understands what is happening but his facial expression might take over before he has the chance to adapt. He's just a big mountain man, big to survive and adapt to harsh winters, not to harm! But his opponents would differ.

He does resemble Mari a lot, but they really don't have the same vibe, trust me. They are not on the same wavelength. Mari carefully curates how she experiences life so as not to get bullshit and waste energy on things and people that don't matter. Yanko is just that unbothered because he does not see the point. Physical embodiment of 'it is what it is' you know?

His two best friends are George A. and Viggo. Though those two are a piece of work because they always be in impossible situations Yanko has to get them out of, he likes them for their lightheartedness, and because they make him happy. And they know it. They don't tell him to smile more, or let loose. They love him as he is, love how reliable and steady he is, how helpful and generous he is. Yanko likes to simply be in their presence, no matter how loud they can be, no matter the trouble they attract.

Yanko was born in the US to Romanian parents, he studies Psychology at Dornsife and he goes Pro after college. He is a very, very smart and hard-working student/person.

He is the sunscreen dealer, because that man would have burned 5 years ago if he hadn't ransacked a Costco. He's got tubes and balms and jars everywhere: car, backpack, locker, dorm, duffel, emergency kit, etc.

Now the Mateo part.

Yanko has always been of the same opinion as Kevin Day: it's easier to remain heterosexual. Even lower than that: it's easier to remain single. He's not a high-maintenance guy by any means, but all his relationships' beginnings were always just that, beginnings. He has a deep, deep potential and will to invest himself wholly in another person's wellbeing, but girls usually break it off, gently or not, before it even gets there. He's peculiar, he gets it, but it begins to feel draining to have to start over every time. He doesn't want to hear another 'you're too quiet' or 'you never look like you enjoy my presence'. He doesn't want nor have to explain himself, and so if the date really can't see past that, then he's not going to dedicate energy and time to that. After high school, he completely stops looking for dates. Instead, he works on himself, and knowing himself. Plus, Psychology and Exy? Yeah, no, he'll pass on girls.

That's right, girls. Yanko has never dated men, ever, and never even thought about it. If he doesn't even think about dating, thinking of dating a guy is even less probable. It's just not... something he registers. So this... thing, with Mateo? First time for him too. And yeah, Mateo is a weird af choice for a gay awakening, because he might be pretty, but he's a whole-ass bastard. Eh, what can you do.

Because Yanko is very difficult to piss off, to get a reaction out of, he's kind of perfect to handle Mateo and his demons. The catch, though, is that Yanko also suddenly becomes very good at pushing Mateo's buttons. In a way, it helps Mateo to expulse all the shit that pollutes his brain, so he's calmer afterward. But it also gives Yanko special power over Mateo. And Yanko kind of likes that.

He is not in denial, okay? I swear. He's just so fucking oblivious. He doesn't put the finger on the actual thing until he literally kisses Mateo. And he has the galls to be so fucking smug about it. Like the cat that got the cream, Archimedes who figured out his eureka or whatever it is. Mateo is able to make him feel that way. Proud and powerful in ways he never felt before.

Yank takes it in stride like a fucking champ. It's like 'Welp, I'm dating Mateo now. He is my squishy and I like him so much. No, he sucks to you. Now back to our regular program: Exy. Yippee!' It's really, really not that deep. The romance part is more nerve-wracking than the gender part, if anything. He doesn't want to lose the essence of what he has developed with Mateo.

Of course it's much more complicated on Mateo's end, like I said, but Yanko knows, and feels, that he is not a waste of time and energy. That he actually motivates Yanko. He simply waits him out. He's there whenever Mateo needs, whenever he wants, and doesn't ask for anything in return, because what is the rush? It does make Mateo mad and jealous that Yanko is taking this so well, but it's also a steadying presence, that when the world is collapsing around you to take a new uncertain shape, Yanko is just there, same as he always was, ready to back you up, push you further, steady hand upon your back.

Anddd wrapping up on the cool & unproblematic king now!

[yakuzacanons]

Sinner Alert! Hurry! Bring the Holy Water! Hcs for the boys walking in on their s/o *cough* enjoying herself, moaning their names. And maybe vice versa, s/o walks in on them? Thx! 😘

BAHAHAH yess my brain go brrrr anyways NSFW below if ur not 18 I shoo u away with a broom

Kazuma Kiryu

Would just sorta stand there and stare at you, probably saying something like "...what're you doing?" while blushing ever so slightly. If you walked in on him, he'd immediately cover himself while blushing very hard.

Majima Goro

He'd be shocked but in a joking manner. Would say something like "Goodness, whaddya think yer doin'?! Tsk tsk" complete with a dramatically comical gasp. He would then follow it up by trying to get frisky with you. He wouldn't care if you walked in on him, he'd just be like "Ya gonna join me or what?"

Saejima Taiga

He'd get embarrassed and be like "Oh, excuse me" and close the door. He'd then immediately wonder why the hell he closed the door since you two are literally together. If you walked in on him, he'd have the same reaction and cover himself up in embarrassment, only to realize you two are literally together and he doesn't have to do that.

Akiyama Shun

Would just kind of watch in admiration and awe, mouth open and eyes wide. He would then try to join you. If you walked in on him, he'd jokingly like "Ah, well, you caught me"

Tanimura Masayoshi

He'd cover his eyes at first and be like "Ah sorry, my bad" but secretly he totally wants to look. Tanimura is just a little too much of a sweetie to immediately put that upfront. If you walked in on him, he'd kind of look away and be like "... you can come help me, if you want..."

Ryuji Goda

Ryuji does not simply walk in on you. Ryuji is in fact already joining you by the time you realize he has walked in. This is a two person effort now. If you walked in on him, he'd want you to do the same to be honest.

Nishikiyama Akira

He'd be a little bit of a tease about it, saying something like "Well, what do we have here?". One of the few of the boys who would actually just be fine watching you finish yourself off. If you walked in on him, he'd find it kind of hot if you teased him a little too.

Daigo Dojima

Our boy Daigo is so darn quiet that you probably wouldn't notice he had walked in until he said something or was right next to you. He kind of likes it that way. It lets him take a good look at you. If you walked in on him, he'd look at you in hardened silence before saying "What're you doing? Get over here."

Mine Yoshitaka

Finds it just as sexy to walk in on you as the act of physically having sex with you. Would totally tease you by purposely not touching you, saying how much he wants to see how much you want it before he lets you have it. Good luck actually walking in on him, he's pretty damn stealthy.

Tatsuo Shinada

Would cover his eyes and not look unless you told him to. Despite his job as a writer regularly involving him with various parts of the nightlife scene, he's pretty respectful of boundaries and wouldn't just watch or join you without you directly saying you're ok with it. If you walked in on him, he'd likely just stop. He's not really into you just watching him or him just watching you. It's either you both participate or he does it all himself.

Ichiban Kasuga

Idiot head would actually do what Saejima does and actually stay outside in the hallway, even if you two are in a long term relationship. He'd be thinking "It's valid if they want to do that by themselves from time to time, I get it". Bless his big dumb giant hair head. He doesn't really jerk off much as he doesn't have a super big sexual drive so the chances of you walking in on him are super low. He'd cover himself up though pretty fast if you did and might even pretend he was doing something else.

Tianyou Zhao

Always upfront and blunt to a fault, Zhao would straight up be like "What's going on?" or "What's up?". The dude might even walk in to like drop off groceries or because he forgot his wallet and THEN he'll notice what you're doing. He's the defition of "I walked in on accident". Like that's just actually true for him. He doesn't jerk off like at all but that's just because he likes to save it up for when he gets to see you. He's funny like that.

Joon-Gi Han

Also one of the few boys who'd be perfectly happy just watching you satisfy yourself to completion. Similar to Daigo in that he's pretty stealthy and quiet. His sex drive is pretty average so he might eventually join you or he might just silently let you enjoy your alone time. Kind of likes the idea of you watching him pleasure himself without revealing that you're there, but he wouldn't dare tell you that.

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

Kaz Brekker x Reader

Taylor Swift Exile

Angst Vibes xx

I GOT YOU, TRUST ME I GOT YOU WITH THIS ONE. LIVING IN MY BRAIN RENT FREE. Also I lowkey love doing the song themed content with Kaz it makes my brain go brrrr

Leave Me With Ghosts - Kaz Brekker

Content Warnings: Canon Complaint Dysfunctional Relationship Portrayal. Angst. No Happy Ending. Second Choice Trope. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Apparently Happy Kaz Content Doesn't Seem To Be In My Drafts.

I can see you standing, honey

With his arms around your body

Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

Kaz watches the way you're sat on the edge of a wall, hand on Jesper's shoulder, laughing away as he talks, all emphatic and dramatized gestures as always. Jesper spins one of is guns, faking a trigger pull to illustrate the story he is telling. Kaz knows none of you have spotted him yet. You lean across Jesper to pull something out a brown paper bag Wylan is holding, and you're quick to bring the pastry to your lips as you continue to smile at the two of them, Wylan cracking some kind of comment, laced with disagreement at Jesper's story. You look so comfortable at this distance, and Kaz does not doubt your acting is bested only by his own.

And it took you five whole minutes

To pack us up and leave me with it

Holding all this love out here in the hall

Kaz can hear your laugh, and it sends him back, to a quiet night in the slat, while you're explaining all the things you needn't and he is listening to the sound of your voice anyway. He should've been playing closer attention, at the time he thought it was to the work, but now he realises what he should have been playing closer attention to, was you.

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defending now?

You know Kaz is just out of sight, you've gotten used to the ways in which he makes his silence so loud. You're choosing to ignore it though, focus on your friends and the sound of their laughter, bringing out your own. If Kaz has something to say, he can come to you for it, you're done going to him, done seeking him out only to get yourself hurt for it. You knew that mistake was on your own hands, you'd reached for Kaz knowing he had told you how unreachable he was. You had hoped, you had hoped far too much, that maybe he was just saying those things to save you the fight you'd have to put up for him, and you'd put up a hell of one. But you couldn't keep it up. You had to choose you, even if it was crushing you.

You were my town

Now I'm in exile, seeing you out

I think I've seen this film before

"You're being watched like a hawk right now," Wylan says, face turned away from Kaz, the fear that he could hear him even at this distance Kaz could hear anything and everything Wylan might say.

"Or a crow," Jesper counters, pushing his hands in his pockets. "We can all tell you are avoiding him, you know?"

"Apparently he can't," you respond. You tap the pads of your fingers together.

"Oh, he knows," Jesper says, grabbing Wylan's arm.

"Oh, don't you dare," you start but Jesper is already guiding Wylan away, coaxing him from your presence with sweet talk and a wink. "I hate you," you mouth to Jesper and he just blows you a kiss before turning his back and dragging his boyfriend off down the street. Leaving you alone.

I can see you staring, honey

Like he's just your understudy

Like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

He watches Jesper and Wylan leave, and he knows they all saw him, you push back on your heels, and it's your tell that your waiting for him. To get it over with, to come out with it, it's your way of making it clear that he is coming to you and not the other way around. Your stubbornness makes him half proud, and half nervous. The kind of nervous that burns the throat and makes his skin twitch. His approach is slow, subtle but he knows you won't buy it for a moment.

Second, third, and hundredth chances

Balancing on breaking branches

Those eyes add insult to injury

You look at him and that quiet voice in the back of his mind is screaming, all those not so quiet desires. All those things he would rather not feel, all those things better kept buried. Everything he thought he was long past, rising as quickly as the waters in his mind the moment he is near you. How can being so close to someone fill him with such waves of wanting, and fear at the same time. It's a weakness to want something to badly that you reach for it, despite knowing what that might do to you. Kaz Brekker learnt that well enough, and that is a mistake he does not want to make again.

I think I've seen this film before

And I didn't like the ending

I'm not your problem anymore

So who am I offending now?

Kaz's eyes on you makes you want to scream, but you bite your tongue. You have loved Kaz longer than he has known you existed, you have watched him in his longing, in his regret, in the time that he waited for someone who wasn't coming home. You loved him in all of it, but he seemed only to love you in her absence, and even in that you know he would never let himself. It's not that you blame him, you understand his love for her at least, how could you not? Not loving her would truly be a worse crime you often think, but this strangeness between the two of you is a cruel torture you never asked for.

You were my crown

Now I'm in exile, seein' you out

I think I've seen this film before

So I'm leavin' out the side door

Kaz intended to be the first to speak, and Saints knows you wanted him to be, but you feel like you're waiting for wars to end watching him try to find the right words. "What do you want Brekker?" you ask.

So step right out, there is no amount

Of crying I can do for you

All this time

"I don't want anything," the words taste like regret as Kaz speaks them, and before he can find the right words to fix them the poison sets in.

"Of course you don't," you sigh, "I don't... I don't have the energy for this, or the time, or quite frankly the strength." You throw your arms up, exasperated, you want to cry, you feel like you might, but you won't not for Kaz, not again.

We always walked a very thin line

You didn't even hear me out

"Why can't you be honest? With me? With yourself?" You ask. You know the answer, you both do, but you ask as if he might, for once just be clear with you. You hope, and it's foolish to hope, but you do anyway, that this once he might just say the words. "Things would be so much easier, Kaz, if we were just honest with one another."

"Honesty isn't my currency," he says, looking at where his cane rests against the floor. "Secrets are."

(you didn't even hear me out)

It was never going to be the distance between you that hurt, but the way he looks at you and you watch the moments before he remembers who he is looking at, and who he isn't. A love that was always at arms length was something you could happily live with, something you have found yourself wanting. But the second best, the constantly wondering if each day could be the day he remembers her enough that forgetting you is not even an intention, just something he does on instinct.

You never gave a warning sign

Kaz is trying to ignore the barrel around him, trying to be present, attentive, if only for this, but his city is calling and he knows you see it in the way he shifts as he stands. You can never take the barrel out of the bastard, even if you somehow got the bastard out of the barrel, but he is intent on staying exactly where he is, in every manner of the phrase.

(I gave so many signs)

You worry everything will end up leaving Kaz alone, but then again a part of you is convinced that is what he truly wants, what he has always wanted. With no one to care for him, to hope for him, to want for him, he can be what he made himself into, with no remorse for what that means to those who love him, because there would be no one left to love him. You wonder if maybe that is truly his endgame, if someone can really want to be that alone. Or if the only company he ever really craved is gone and now he sees no value in anything, you don't doubt that's the easy answer.

All this time

I never learned to read your mind

"I'm weak for you," Kaz's mind screams at him, "weak for the sight of you, for your company, for the moments that we have never and will never have, how can you still not see that?" He says nothing, he just watches you, waiting for you to turn away, as you should, as you have to do.

(never learned to read my mind)

"Say something," your mind screams, but you won't ask him again, you won't beg for something from Kaz Brekker, you won't beg for answers, for attention, for anything. You can't.

I couldn't turn things around

"I will not wait for you to realise that you could never love anyone but her Kaz Brekker," you say. Kaz cannot help it, his blank expression slacks and he looks confused. Part of him is tearing at him, begging him to tell you "you're wrong, you're wrong," but he stays silent. For you. Because it's better this way. Better if you hate him, better if he doesn't hurt you anymore. "I know you well enough to know you never loved me, and I don't think you could, even if you wanted to." Lie. That lie is burning into his chest but he stays stiller than a corpse as he watches you turn. "This is better for you, this is better for you, it has to be," he tells himself over and over trying to drown out ever other piece of reasoning, every other option, trying to push it under the waters and keep it there, drown out all his own wants until there is only this choice, the choice he is adamant is for you.

(you never turned things around)

Your back is to him and you have to ask, you have to or you'll think about it every day. "Kaz Brekker, do you wish to be so unhappy, is it a choice, or are you truly that lost?"

'Cause you never gave a warning sign

"To drown in sorrow is more fulfilling than suffocate in pleasure most days," he says, and it might just be the last piece of honesty you can pull from him. And you are not push it further.

(I gave so many signs)

So many signs, so many signs

You didn't even see the signs

"Was that everything?" You ask and even that feels like too much of a branch, a last opportunity for him to say something more, words he will never say about things he will never really mean.

"No, it was nothing, and the everything still hovers just out of reach, where I suppose it belongs," Kaz sighs. "I suppose it is."

[melkyt]

Omegaverse AU headcanons

Thinking about some of the strawhats crew not presenting in the traditional or stereotypical way that most in the alpha/beta/omega universe do. With how species are treated, i think the stereotypes would go brrrr within their world xd

Luffy is an omega who everyone believes is an Alpha. What kind of crew would follow an omega after all? Who is going to admit they got their ass beat by a 17 year old omega in flipflops? lol. There are rumors, ofc. He is small to be an Alpha, and when he just came to the east blue, with no reputation, he was seen as weak.

Zoro, an alpha that is seen by the world as a beta, he is too willing to follow orders, is much to obedient, polite, or unconcerned.

Sanji, an omega that was taught to act like an Alpha within their society, always in control and ready to go on his instincts, his flirting just proves even more that he is alpha material. He hides that he is an omega from everyone for the longest time, even though the crew suspects and also dont give a shit. He can be whatever he wants to be on their ship, fck labels xd.

Nami is a beta who found out at an early age that it is not profitable to be a beta. So much like Sanji, she acts as an Alpha, fiercly independent, carving her own path in the world. The world, at large, with their misconceptions find it odd that two Alpha's are on the ship. She tells Luffy after Arlong Park, and relaxes a bit in playing her persona after that.

Usopp is a beta but is considered to be the only omega on the crew at the time. Even though he tries his best to act like the most normal dude in the strwhats crew, it's not hard when your friends are intense xd. His standing after dressrosa changes to alpha in the eyes of the world at large, and he is still just as confused about it, lol

[faebriel]

brrrr rainduo hunger games au

mad shoutouts to bee, beans, daisy and cherry for hopping on the rainduo hunger games bandwagon kdhkdjd

okay so nonnie i have a bit of hunger games knowledge (have watched the first two movies with some pals in the last month, various clips on youtube, etc) so i decided to take this one to my friends in clout farm to bounce some ideas around. niki and wil as tributes? niki as a tribute and wil as an estranged old friend who won the games five years ago and then was swallowed up by the capitol? two coworkers in the world's worst subminimum wage job? then bee comes in with the sledgehammer

for everyone else who also thought oh god i need to google that: avoxes are rebels, traitors or deserters who had their tongues cut out as punishment, and are forced into servitude by the capitol.

alright so. wilbur and niki are two kids in district 12 in the midst of a potential regime change - and they're kids, around ten and fourteen each. to-be-president schlatt is shoving around president dream and it almost seems like this might be a window for change, something wilbur is so passionate about

and then that wrong person overhears, and wilbur is gone.

niki assumes that wilbur is dead. (and tries not to think about how he got taken, because of nothing more than sheer bad luck, and she didn't.) it's awful, but seven years pass and she does her best to cope with it. and then her name is called at the reaping, when she is seventeen years old.

niki has absolutely zero intention of playing along with the games - she thinks they're horrible, just another way for the capitol to terrorise the people of the districts, even if she's learned by now the consequences of actually saying that out loud. she meets her mentor, jack - a year younger than she is, district 12's only remaining victor. he came out of the coal pits at thirteen, with just enough charisma and confidence to win over the sponsors and just enough grit to outlive every other tribute in his games, despite his age.

unfortunately for jack, niki is stubborn as hell when she makes her choices, and she's chosen not to play. fuck the capitol - fuck acting as their entertainment while they burn her entire fucking world down. fuck smiling how they want her to and acting sweet. why should she? she should she, when they've ripped her away from everything she had to lose? niki can hold her own, but not like this - and if she is going to go to her death, she refuses to act pretty about it.

and then she encounters wilbur.

it's one of the dinners for the tributes - one of the early ones, right after they're paired off with their stylists (niki doesn't entirely know what to make of hbomb, who asks her what colour hair dye she'd prefer in one breath and then lays out the most cynical, how-to-get-ahead guide to the games in the second, and then exalts the benefits of a kitty ear motif in the third) but before the interviews and grading. they're eating the fanciest food niki has seen in what is probably her entire life, although it tastes like nothing more than ash in her mouth, and pouring the tributes and their mentors glasses of expensive wine - never mind that almost all the tributes are underage, because when else will they get the chance to drink, hey? niki is still silently fuming, pushing her food around her plate and refusing the sixth damn offer to refill her wine glass and she finally looks up and behind the mask he's wearing, behind the unrecognisable silence, behind seven years of thinking one of her best friends had been horribly killed (and being entirely unable to process that fact) - she sees wilbur.

she immediately asks, wilbur? - not that he responds, and now hbomb and jack are giving her weird looks as hbomb informs her it's just an avox and jack goes oh, yeah, they don't have them in the districts, but -

none of their words matter, because half of niki is solidly trapped in this space between reality and dreams and her worst nightmare - she's only able to pull her shit together once jack has dragged them all back to the district 12 tribute spaces, and gives her the whole spiel about what an avox is, and by extension, what happened to wilbur.

niki is horrified. to think she mourned for all those years, and wilbur was alive - not just alive, but mutilated and tortured at the hands of the capitol. niki didn't think she could become more furious, more enraged with them. she was wrong.

the problem now, then - if niki wants to help wilbur, actually help him, she has to play. she has to win.

(and yes, she does set the forest on fire. she has to win, after all, doesn't she?)

this post is getting so so long so i am putting some more miscellaneous thoughts about The World and more details about niki's games under the cut ⚔️

okay so dream WAS president but was overthrown by schlatt in a "peaceful transfer of power". this was around when niki and wil were 10/14 each - and naturally uprising resulted in a peacekeeper crackdown in the districts, leading to wilbur's capture and arrest :(

2. haven't really nailed down other tributes in niki's reaping (i'm already handwaving the guy from district 12. he doesn't exist to me he is stock image steve) besides uhh ranboo who niki makes brief friends/allies with and then dies horribly. i was thinking aimsey and guqqie because from what i've seen of their content they love a tragedy? but yeah idk

3. sam is the gamemaker for this arena! he was a former victor and has decided to use this knowledge in the worst way possible.

quackity is Also a gamemaker (young upstart with no experience yet in the arena or out of it) and they have terrible workplace drama. is he hooking up with the president? i will not say yea or nay.

4. rest easy in the knowledge that, as a servant to the capitol, wilbur got to see on live television the moment niki was reaped :']

5. niki does, in fact, win the games - by the skin of her teeth. while she is so full of fury at the capitol, i feel like she'd Actually kill like, one career and then feel Extremely ill about it. unfortunately, she has too much on the line to lose. this isn't just about surviving, or going home - she needs to get herself and wilbur home in one piece. she Cannot Afford To Fail.

she ends up winning by setting the arena on fire with use of a match donated by jack and some sponsors he managed to twist the arm of, plus probably some clever digging around in the arena itself to find something flammable (maybe some kind of fuel to power the arena itself?) this fire ends up killing off the remaining few tributes at that point - at least one in front of niki herself - and damages the arena too. niki, already injured before the fire started and now barely clinging onto life past her burns, doesn't even hear the sound of the cannon shots as her victory is announced - she only realises that she's won once the hovercraft descends, perfect steel against a fiery, smoke-filled artificial sky.

she can't really stand the sight of flames after that. unfortunately, fire becomes her new branding.

6. district 13 Is a thing. Eventually. can't overlook niki's beloved anarchist friends :3c

and finally:

[quicktosimp]

Teylan - NSWF ABC

I am so done with work, so here’s a bit of fun 🫠

Divider by @cafekitsune

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

This baby loves to take care of you, and being able to spoil you, but he’s gonna be a bit clumsy. Stuttering and second-guessing himself. Also, please remember Teylan NEEDS aftercare himself. Sex is new to him, and Teylan is still learning about himself, and he’s gonna need some reassurance afterward.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Teylan is very insecure; he was raised to distrust anything Na'vi. That and Mercer did a number on his own self-esteem. It's going to take a lot of gentle work and praise before he's going to be comfortable in his own skin.

For his lover, Teylan is definitely going to prefer a human lover, and here's why. He loves how soft they are. Gentle curves, whether you're plush or skinny, a human is much softer than the sharp ridges of a Na'vi.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

At first, Teylan hated it, questioning why it wasn't like a human's and wanting it to be "normal," but after some reassurance, Teylan quickly found that he loves to cover you in it. Rubbing it into your skin so no matter where you go, you always smell like him.

D= Dominate (how dominate are they)

Nope, nada, does not compute. Teylan needs you to walk him through things and teach him the ropes. He will follow your every command, even asking if he's doing it right. The only way you will get a dominating man out of Teylan is if you teach him first, and remember, it's only what you taught him.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

None! Do you think he was having sex at TAP? I doubt Teylan even got sex ed there, and don't get me started on privacy! At best, Teylan started to explore his body once he left, but there is a chance he didn't until after he met you.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Teylan loves being able to look you in the eye as you take control. His large hands gently holding your hips as you bounce on his cock. Mesmerized by your tits in his face and the sounds leaving your lips.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

At first, not at all. Too nervous that he might mess it up and unsure of himself. But once Teylan is comfortable in his skin, he loves giggling and laughing with you. Some of his favorite moments are when the two of you laugh into each other's mouths as you kiss. Your lips barely able to lock together before more giggles erupt from you.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

I'm gonna be honest on this one; I have no clue. I'm gonna guess it's whatever TAP had them doing. Which either means they weren't allowed sharp things to shave down there or it was a part of regular maintenance.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Intimacy: Teylan always craves it, whether that be platonic, romantic, or sexual. You can do it fast and rough all you want, but Teylan needs to know that you love and care about him as you do so.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Definitely not often. Touching himself was something he needed to learn how to do. But to this day, it is something that can make him feel uncomfortable. Quite possibly, he doesn't get the urge to do so often, either uninterested or you're already helping him with his not-so-little problem.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Mommy kink makes Teylan's brain go brrrr. The moment you give him a command, he jumps to do it. Hearing you call him baby bot makes his cock twitch, and hearing you call yourself Mommy, he's an absolute goner.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Teylan is a shy baby; he doesn't feel comfortable with others seeing him vulnerable like that. Teylan wants to do it just for the two of you in either his or your room, safe and sound.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Teylan is very curious; he loves to learn new things. What I'm trying to say is that Teylan loves to learn what makes you tick. What turns you on, what makes you moan the loudest, how can he make you scream in pleasure. That's what makes Teylan go.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

No pain play, meaning anything like spanking or impact play, rough hair pulling, or anything too rough in general. Anything that can cause pain or resembles violence and Teylan will shut down.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Grade A puppy boy. Eagar and messy. Teylan wants to bury himself in your cunt and never leave. Lapping at your folds and slurping on your slick. Teylan will stay there until you force him to breathe, showing off his face with your slick dripping down his chin.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Teylan really lets you control the pace in bed; he is still unable to make his own decisions. He loves watching you make each other feel good. As for how long, well, Teylan hasn't been active very long, resulting in his shorter time span.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

It's not that he hates quickies; it's that they give him anxiety. Quickies usually mean that you're both on a short time spend and have to get it over and done quickly. There's the anxious part of him that others will go looking for the two of you and seeing you. But there's also the fact that he feels a lack of emotional bonding, leaving him feeling empty and hurt. So, no quickies for Teylan.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Technically, yes, but this boy got anxiety. Teylan is always interested in trying new things, but it may take him a while to warm up and try the idea.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Unfortunately, Teylan doesn't quite have the control to last a while. The first time you two had sex, he came the moment he was inside you. And while it's not as bad as before, he's still pretty quick. But in his defense, Teylan can easily go a good eight rounds before he's too oversensitive.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Yes! Teylan loves toys, whether on him or you. Human tech is super exciting and cool to Teylan, and finding out that humans make toys for sexual pleasure, you may have just started Christmas on Pandora.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not super into it. Teylan prefers it to be a straight pleasure, but if you ask to sit on his cock for a while, he won't say no. But be prepared. He's going to beg with little whimpers into your ear about how he wants to cum inside you and make you feel good.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Teylan is whiny and whimpery. It seems like a never-ending stream of pleasure and begging because he just wants to fill you up because you make him feel so good.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Teylan will never admit it, but there is something about So'lek that intrigues him, and he's heard that two men can do it together. Maybe you would also be interested?

X= X-ray

Based on the lack of nutrients he received at TAP, I'm gonna say that Teylan is smaller than the average Na'vi, sitting at 18 inches in length fully hard.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

I'm going to say it's a little lower than average. His day-to-day anxiety makes him exhausted by the end of the day. A lot of times, at the end of the day, he just wants to be cuddled into your arms.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Afterward, it can take Teylan a bit to fall asleep. His heart still pounding, his skin still feeling the remains of pleasure buzzing. Teylan loves laying with you and pillow talk.

[forget-me-maybe]

Tav/Durge datasheet

Got tagged by the lovely @savriea, thank you!!! tagging @adoenamedjane @elizauh if you wanna <3

This is Tav from You keep showing up. She and I haven't even gotten to the grove yet buuuuut with a pinch of imagination and the knowledge of what she gets up to afterward, I made this up together with some of my general opinions. I probably could've chosen some Tav/Durge I've finished the game with buuuuut (2) she's all I can think about lately.

Tried keeping this simple, yapped a lot.

Name: Ester 'Tav' (there was another Ester in her class and Tavanthuriel is just a mouthful)

Family name: Tavanthuriel

Age: 155

Race: High elf (Moon elf, I've decided)

Class (if multiclass, levels): Sorcerer of the stormy flavour

Alignment: Chaotic good bordering on chaotic neutral sometimes

Deity: Aerdrie Faenya

Favorite spells/skills (only three): Chain of lightning, shocking grasp, and she's a master at persuasion.

Armour during Act 1: Sorcerer robe

Armour during Act 2: The Protecty Sparkswall

Armour during  Act 3: Vest of Soul Rejuvenation (Gale snatches the robe of the weave which Tav was fine with because honestly that robe isn't pretty)

Camp clothing: Astarion's camp clothes (mostly to get him out of that slutty shirt so I don't accidentally romance him again).

Favorite dyes: Black and Jade dye

Weapons during Act 1: Starter quarterstaff/The Spellsparker

Weapons during Act 2: Spellsparker!!! (lightning charges go brrrr)

Weapons during Act 3: Markoheshkir, Gale ain't snatching that (Thank you, Rolan!!!)

Buffs you have achieved:

None this far but girl's gonna get whipped (Loviatar's love) and she'll read that book without sparing a thought (Tharchiate Vigour).

Best bro/sis companion (until two): Astarion

Main love interest: Technically Raphael, thinking about romancing Lae'zel in the play through though...

Favorite NPC (only three): Lia (they are BFFs), Raphael (reluctantly), literally anyone she can tease a bit

Favorite enemy: Raphael 😈

Favorite battle: Halsin in the portal (I love that battle don't @ me)

Favorite scene: Lifting the shadowcurse

Favorite dialogue: Ummmm not quite sure

Decision about Absolute at the end: Frees Orpheus, destroys the brain, gives crown to Mystra.

Your Tav/Durge screenshot:

I should get one in good lighting but cannot be arsed booting up the game right now.

Fun fact: Our girl studied at Arkhen's Invocatorium but hardy graduated so that failed Arcana is completely in character.

[unmotivatedartistry]

kinda thing i thought of

Even though in canon, most likely this wouldn't end up happening but what if Hank thought that originally, when (if) Connor deviated, that he'd hate him and etc etc because he, by technicality, was his owner and sorta wasn't all that nice in the beginning. Sure, he got better, but he wouldn't admit that to himself, and end up thinking Connor would leave him when he deviated.

Why? Because most deviants left their originally work areas and owners and seemed to resent them when Hank saw it in the cases he and Connor did. And, in this like, au, vision, headcanon, idea, whatever, Connor was pretty cold when he first met Hank which made Hank a little bit of an asshole towards him before Connor started to like.. grow into being alive lol. So, naturally, Hank assumes the minute Connor deviates and actually is alive and has choices that he'd hate Hank for being an asshole and abandon him, right? Correct.

And so he lives like this the entire rest of Connor's pre-deviation. (This like, thought process was especially significant after the Bridge scene.) This like, trying not to get attached to Connor even though he kept seeing him like Cole because he knew he'd leave him ("knew"). He didn't want to feel like he lost a friend, a son, Cole again.

When he saw Sixty come, he knew it wasn't Connor. He knew Connor deviated. He thought Connor had left him. It took all he had not to just fucking re-experience the grief of losing someone again.

Even though they weren't that close, it was just something between the two. (found family go brrrr) Something that made them feel close, like family almost.

Seeing Connor in the Cyberlife Tower felt like a relief. But seeing how he tried so desperately to defend Hank, it shattered his entire world-view. He spent a good portion of knowing Connor thinking he'd leave him after becoming an actual person, but now he was faced with a completely different option. Maybe Connor did care about him?

He'd never admit that he probably cried afterwards. Probably happy to see Connor again and have that one shred of hope. Of course he acted normal (ish) in the tower, had to. Couldn't let Connor know this revelation was happening now.

Seeing Connor after the whole revolution, that fucking hug fucking broke him. Because he thought he'd never see Connor again. He thought Connor woulda hated him afterwards. Turns out, he didn't. Turns out, the dude actually likes him. Wow. Hank never thought that was possible. Especially after how much he hated androids.

Even after Connor was clearly a deviant, even after Connor clearly expressed how he wanted to stay friends with Hank after the revolution, Hank couldn't seem to accept it. He banged into his head that Connor would've left him and now? What else was he supposed to do?

But god DAMN did Connor freak out when he found out. Y'know, imagine finding out that someone who you care about so much and see as a father figure thought you'd leave them.

And Connor managed to work it out with Hank. Probably. Because you don't want to ruin your amazing relationship with your dad basically because of preconceived ideas that can be resolved.

Also might make a comic with this later. Just to overload myself even more with work!

[imaginaenespanol]

Childhood Kid!Michael Myers x Kid!Latin!reader

Plot: You and your family are immigrants from a Latin American country. Thanks to your dad's opportunity at his job, they come to Hanonfield USA, you meet the kid Michael Myers and they become friends because of your strange way of speaking Other idiom and persistence in wanting to be his friend, they spend 4 years together in various situations, while he falls in love with you, you are his only happiness. What happened in those years before that fateful Halloween?

Words: 861

Warning: more Bullies bothering them both

Notes : brrrr, I may not have reached 1k words >_<, but I was focused on the friendship finally blossoming!. How long will you be brave before it has consequences?

Chapters: (1),(2) (x),(4)

Chapter 3: "(Y/N) and Michael's friendship grows stronger"

Tuesday January 8, 2002,

(Y/N) woke up early the next morning after the fight in the schoolyard. She still felt a little scared from what had happened, but she also felt grateful that she was there just in time and that Michael was safe from those bad guys. As she got dressed for school, she wondered if Michael would be there today "Yes, he will be there, if not I'll knock on the door myself and go with him" she thought to herself with a mischievous smile as she ate. Your breakfast.

When she got to the school, she saw Michael sitting alone on a bench near the playground. She walked over to him with a smile on her face and sat down next to her.

—Hey, Michael— she said enthusiastically. —How are you?—

—Hi, (Y/N)— he replied with a sheepish smile. —I'm good, thank you for asking.—

(Y/N) she noticed that Michael seemed a little uncomfortable and wondered if he was worried about something. She decided to try to make him feel better —Do you want to play something together at recess?— she asked him with her typical cheerful little voice. —We could play ball or something fun, I don't know, you choose.—

Michael seemed surprised by the offer. She still wanted to spend time with him? He hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. —Yeah, that sounds like fun— said the more animated blonde. They played together during the whole recess and the boy for the first time had the feeling that the recess was worth it, she was worth it, Michael seemed more relaxed, happy and (Y/N) felt glad that she made the Boy quiet. and rude to finally give in and accept his friendship. In class (Y/N) she felt the boy's stares, but when she turned around, he was on his own as if nothing happened.

Everything seemed to be going well, but at lunch there was another ruckus with those thugs, (Y/N) was eating when Michael approached her without saying a word and sat down to eat, the girl offered him some of her juice and they drank from it. the same box. —No bad boys seen around here again— she pointed out to the blond boy, to which he shrugged. —You mean Weasley and his crew? Better for me, I hate those assholes— her eyes widened at that rudeness, who would say that he could say bad words?, but she feels that it is the essence of him, of Michael Myers and she is not going to waste her energy to change that —Are they always like this with you? Que feo Caso…— she said the last words in Spanish while frowning, observing that Michael nodded. She imagined all the times that he could have been intimidated and had no help from anyone… poor thing, but now that she is here, he is not alone!

In the distance laughter and mockery could be heard, it was them, they just realized that (Y/N) and Michael Myers were having lunch together. (Y/N) noticed how Michael's expression turns grim as he hears the bullies laughing and taunting. She decided to act to protect him, and she took her hand under the table for support, showing him that he wasn't alone. Michael was surprised by the gesture and felt a slight flutter in her chest.

The bullies approached the two boys' table and began making nasty comments about Michael. —Look at the scared baby!— one of the thugs said with a chuckle. —He must be an idiot to think that someone could be friends with a madman like him— added another.

(Y/N) got up from her seat and stood between him and the bullies, making it clear that she would not tolerate any more abusive behavior from her. —Why don't you leave Michael alone?— she asked firmly. —They have no right to talk to him like that, he is a child like any of us and he deserves respect.—

Michael stayed behind her, but her stance was firm and determined. —Stop bothering him!— she exclaimed bravely. —They have no right to treat you like this. He's my friend and I'm not going to allow them to hurt him.— The thugs laughed at the girl's statements —Can't your boyfriend defend himself? he's a fag— Before one of the two kids moved a muscle, the principal walked past them Talking with Miss April, the bullies got scared. they couldn't intimidate (Y/N) and Michael together, for now… they quietly withdrew, pretending that nothing had happened. Michael was grateful and moved by the bravery of his new friend. —Thank you…again— he said with a sheepish smile and she smiled.

After school, they walked home together, laughing and chatting along the way. Well the one who talked the most was (Y/N) and he listened, he was a good listener. When they got to (Y/N's) house, they said ‘goodbye’ and Michael ran off to his own house across the street.

(Y/N) walked into her house feeling happy and excited for her new friend, not knowing that Michael Myers had started to have feelings for her.

[N/A:Que feo caso= what an ugly case]

[thelanor-s-astame]

EPISODE 2

This one is probably the episode I’m gonna have the least amount to say about. I still hadn't really solidified anything yet. It was still super off the cuff, and still uber amateur hour. But I think it’s a little bit better than the first one. I sorta lock down the flow a lot better in this one. The first bit in particular is really good. And it was a thing that I came up with in, like, the 11th hour that improved the whole thing. I remember needing to pad this bit out a little, I didn’t want to start with him meeting with Cornifer. I wanted him to establish himself a little first. And also it’s kinda funny when quite a bit of the video is me talking to two characters who I also play. Saine locked down the Cornifer voice in this episode. I think this is the first one I directed him in. He gives a real great performance here! Still real proud of the “Yeah money can’t buy happiness, but it can bribe off unhappiness so, yeah it’d help.” line. The dynamic zooms I did here are a little to tiny. This is something I still screw up from time to time. Gotta zoom in quite a bit if there’s only gonna be two cuts! But I always underestimate how much of something I need. Do that shit when I cook too. Just don’t add enough spices sometimes. But I started putting still images over the characters when they’re not talking! Me from two years ago is making little steps forward to give the series a visual style that works!

That’s the thing about these youtube videos that are nice. I can kinda just be really amatureish, screw up a ton, and have people come for the stuff I already know how to do, and just, figure it out as I go along! One of the things I started out thinking was “Is it gonna be a pain in the ass to manually apply a sound filter to every track every time I take damage on screen?” And nowadays that’s the *least* pain in the ass, manual thing I have to do! I can do that shit in less than a minute!

Also all the audio channel stuff whenever hornet shows up before the confrontation, is just me playing around with the sound design of the scene. I will just take any opertunity to do that. I did a deadcells video where I replaced every single sound, with a SSBM sound effect manually, for a joke that lasted 12 seconds. It took like 3-4 hours I just love making the noises go! It makes my brain go brrrr!

Grub Father was the first voice role I ever gave to Flashgen. An absolute shame I haven’t given him more. The dude will come up to be like “So I was thinking about what voice to give the character and I was thinking something like this? Is this good?” And it’ll be the perfect voice and exactly what I’m looking for. Dude never disappoints.

So Zote is very much a “So here’s the obvious bit, how do I make it a little better” kinda character. The obvious bit for zote is the one he is! He’s an obnoxious jackass who’se actually a poor lil meow meow that’s incapable of walking three steps without getting shit on. But will bullshit about being the best and better than you.” What if, instead of bring an asshole, he was passively condescending. What if he *acted* like he was hot shit. And what if he gave convincing performance? That’d almost make him more insufferable. And what if *even still* everyone could see right through him.

So the hornet fight was the first one of these I did. And it’s where I figured a looot of the groundwork for these. Basically I had to be way more dynamic with the camera, hide cuts so I could go forward and back in time, I muted the music and fought her without that, muted the voice sounds (This was a helova first fight because hornet sure does announce her attacks) and I needed to only go in and mute when she said something so you could still hear the attack noises. Then I realized I’d need to manually put in some of those sounds myself because it’s super noticeable when she does an attack and the SFX isn’t there. Whoo boy did this one teach me how to do a looooot of that stuff. And ultimately I’m surprised it came out as good as it did. Especially ‘cus I was on a time crunch with this one. Some of the cuts are a little awkward but still. Like, so much of the fundamentals I do when editing a fight scene I brute forced learning here I’m surprised it has the same flow as the rest of the fight scenes in these videos. Shocking to come back to this one and see how much *did* work.

So, first bit of lore building here. Hornet was a character I already had plans for. She was gonna be the star of the Silksong series. So I already had her pretty characterized as essentially a dumb nerd who didn’t have any friends, spent most of her time alone, talking to herself, and was hyperfocused on combat and combat history. And, thing is, I don’t know all that much about combat history, but I do know about film history! So I just kinda simplified it, replace some names with bug names and was like “Yeah that’s good.” And so that began. I’ve got a very Yes And theory about writing. I’ve always been hugely influenced by The Venture Brothers. The way a lot of that show goes is “Hey we invented this character as a funny joke background character in season two, now it’s season five and their tragic backstory is integral to the plot.” Retcons are boring. Take the thing that was true and make it true in whatever situation. There’s Do not change a character to suit the tone, leave them as they are and have the struggle with the tone. And for gods sake don’t flanderize them. A character grows every second their on screen, and sometimes they outgrow their joke. But it’s okay if they outgrow their joke, the new joke that they’ve grown into is *much funnier because it required that growth*!

And the fighting history stuff I’ll talk more about on episode three because that was then I actually solidified what the story was gonna be.

Also I might get into the dreamers a little bit more there too. But their characters stuck out there. The joke I set up about The Pale King being garbage at sex but that Herrah loved to brag about getting him in the sack is one I planned out *from* this episode. Finally got to see it pay off! Also speaking of Herrah, that was the first time I got Ponk in here! Always does a great job! Unfortunately, she used her Discord Mic here. This one wasn’t a situation where she didn’t have a good mic. She just forgot to use the good one and I completely forgot she is also really into audio stuff too and would jump at the chance to use her fancy stuff. She has been since!

And that’s episode 2!

[multi-lefaiye]

also what's up with the wyll/eden/astarion polycule, how'd that happen

:3c hehehe

okay so to be clear this polycule exists only in my brain/the bg3 fic i wanna write and not in the actual campaign. but it means a lot to me and makes brain go brrrr

i like to imagine this polycule starting as like... wyll and astarion each separately develop romantic feelings for eden, and they have to figure out how they want to navigate that. i want to respect the fact that, in the game, wyll specifically says he's not interested in a polyamorous relationship, so this is kind of like... a what-if scenario for a situation where i think that might be something he'd be interested in.

because i don't think this is something any of them sought out, it just kinda. happened with time.

wyll and eden get together first, having their sweet slowburn romance over the course of the adventure. and, y'know, they really care about and support each other, and it's nice to see love blooming in such a dark, scary time.

but there's this pervasive sense among the party that they're fighting a losing battle. can they really do anything to change the world, after all they've seen? sure, they're not gonna stop trying--gods know eden is a determined son of a bitch and won't back down if he thinks there's even a minuscule chance of making a difference.

but it's wearing on them, and even though eden keeps going, it's clearly wearing on him, too. there's so much going wrong, it feels like, all the goddamn time. when does it end?

then... towards the middle of act 2, wyll picks up on something he's been subconsciously aware of, but hasn't acknowledged: the very clear feelings astarion is developing for eden. the two have always butt heads, but there's an underlying affection between them that catches his attention. and, sure, he's confident that eden isn't going to be unfaithful or leave him, but at the same time it does make him nervous.

does astarion have something he doesn't? does eden *want* him the way he wants wyll? is wyll prepared to potentially have to share eden, or lose him? he doesn't think he wants the answers to those questions.

this is something in the back of his mind for a few weeks, and he finds himself watching eden and astarion a bit more closely. eden does pick up on it eventually and asks him what's wrong, but he lies and says that nothing's wrong. why would there be?

then, wyll gets *severely* hurt in a battle, nearly dying in the process. and eden fucking *loses it*. he manages to save wyll's life, but it's still gonna take time for his injuries to heal. and that makes something click in wyll's brain: there is a very real chance he won't survive this journey, that even eden's determination to claw them out of hell might not be enough to save all of them. and, if he dies, what happens then? what happens to eden?

so, wyll, the self-sacrificing bastard he is, decides that, if he dies, then someone needs to stick around for eden. and... well, if he's right, and astarion does want eden romantically, then maybe he'll fit the bill. the same day he decides that, he seeks astarion out to talk to him and tell him, hey, if i don't survive this, i want you to take care of eden.

and astarion... does not react well. he seems deeply uncomfortable with this whole conversation, especially when he's always been sure that wyll hates him. he doesn't deny having an interest in eden, but he tells wyll off for being so willing to disregard himself in this situation (and also eden's feelings, too!). bold of him to assume eden wouldn't tear the world apart for him if it came to that.

as astarion says this, wyll picks up on a note of what seems like bitterness in the vampire's voice, as though he's resigned *himself* to the role of quietly pining from the shadows, never having the closeness he actually *wants* here, not having eden care about *him* as much as he does wyll.

basically, this whole conversation gives wyll a lot to think about.

and okay i'll admit i haven't ironed out all the details from there, but i know that astarion joins the relationship wayyy down the line from there, definitely sometime in act 3. it's not something they really sit down to discuss at first, though they do down the line when they have a moment to breathe.

i DO know that i want there to be a moment where like... *eden* is the one in peril this time, and astarion and wyll have a Moment while they're rushing to save him where it really clicks for them that... oh. yeah. at the end of the day, they both care about him, and maybe that *is* enough. they can both protect him and keep him happy, if he so chooses.

the dynamic is like. eden is dating both wyll and astarion, though wyll and astarion aren't dating each other. they might consider it at some point, but i don't think it's something they'd really want to go for.

and i'll be honest that i'm not sure if this particular dynamic would *work* long-term. maybe it could! maybe not! but it at least works for the moment they're in, even if it's rocky at times. eden has two hands.

the dynamic in my brain is like... wyll and astarion both love and care deeply about eden. eden loves and cares deeply about both of them. they team up to keep their little devil safe and in their arms, so they don't lose him as he throws himself into danger to protect them.

(also i know this isn't going much into eden's perspective, but i will be honest i'm a bit self conscious about how long this got lmao. another time, perhaps. idk idk i just love them so much)