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I wish I could stop being lonely without having to interact with people. People are scary.
#oxbow.txt#every time someone talks to me I'm like I'm sorry I'm sorry do you want me to get out of your way I'm sorry#I'm sorry I made you look at me I'm sorry I bothered you I'm sorry I exist#and they're like oh it's fine there's nothing wrong!#and I cannot bring myself to truly believe them#because all the trust got beaten out of me ages ago#every time someone new says that they love me I want to cry because people usually said that if they wanted to hurt me#I'm tired I'm tired I want to disappear#sometimes I wish someone would hurt me again because at least I would understand it#I don't understand when people love me so I always end up running away
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Hello Mr Gaiman. I have read all of your books.
This is not an ask, rather an answer.
I would like to say thank you for saving me. Knowing I will never meet you will not change the way I feel about you or myself.
Love your fiction work. I feel bad for the fact that itâs not fiction to me. It is my life story.
Very sad one. That I am still trying to make sense of today.
I was raised by the other mother. Not really, but I was raised by a bipolar narcissist who hated me and loved me but didnât know how to do either. She sexually abused me for 12 years.
No one ever believed me. No one.
So I would pretend that I was Coraline and that I was brave. I was. But that was because I knew that the spell had to break at some point.
I am 24 now. She is old and frail but the hell she has made in my mind - I almost never escaped. Until I understood that I truly was stronger.
Because she tried to make me just like her, but I refused. I picked kindness.
If you canât find a friend, be one. If you canât find someone you look up to- become someone who others can look up to.
I did. I tried my best. I promise.
I want to tell you the ultimate secret that no one ever could. You probably figured it out a long time ago, but it still makes me feel better to write it here, even if I know that you might never reply or ask me if I am safe, or dismiss me like a crazed fan/abused child who desperately needs help and attention.
I donât. I would like to be your friend. But I know it is not possible.
So I want you to know I know why they do it.
They do it for the same reason as you wrote books. To not feel alone.
But that is the problem with existing in this world. Evil is nothing but not understanding yourself and hating different people from you.
Ignorance brings hate. How do you justify yourself in a world like this?
Simple.
You change the world by breading more people who believe hate is love, and love is hate. Evil needs justification. Kindness needs non.
I sat alone for 24 years and told no one. The paragraph above was just the start and the ending.
My story is still unfolding. But I wanted to let you know you are no longer sitting alone at your birthday party.
Because the only present I ever got was knowing someone else like me existed.
Someone who could look evil in the eye and stare back.
And never stop talking about it.
Thank you Mr. Gaiman, for writing âView from the Cheap Seatsâ
When I read it I put it down as well as the razor that I wanted to end my life with.
Because you were my only friend. And you still are.
And I cannot take the injustice anymore. If they wonât read, I will read to them.
I will save them just like you saved me. Making reading cool and easy.
And I will do it for you and me. So that no one else can see the horrors anywhere but in books and movies.
And I will do it one act of kindness and love at a time.
So they will know that injustice is just a state of mind.
Thank you Mr.Gaiman. You gave me hope.
And now I will do the unthinkable. I will try until my dying breath to change their mind.
One step forward into a future where you are not sad and a story like mine is just a horror movie and not a reality.
Because you are my only friend, and I hate to see my friends sad.
Leto
I'm so proud of you, and this made me tear up.
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Iâm back
Iâm not sure if you write wlw or nblw/gnlw or anything like that but hear me out
anyway I was thinking, imagine the (fem! Or gn!) mechanic reader (yes my genshin self insert is a mechanic and Iâm delulu) with lyney or Furina, or any other characters you wanna add if you want (idk how this works). Where the characters keep breaking things on purpose just so that the reader can come over and fix it and so they get to see reader. The reader catches on and teases the character. (You can make it lead to nfsw or not if you want ;) )
also Iâll give myself an emoji so hereâs mine
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I do any forms of relationships as long as they aren't incest or pedophilia! I absolutely love this idea!! I think it's super cute so I hope you don't mind but I decided to make it fluffy!! Enjoy and thank you for requesting <3
P.s Can I call you the starstruck anon?
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{àŒ»~Just one more thing before you go~àŒș}
CW: Super sweet fluff! Reader works as a mechanic and the characters keep calling them up to fix things so they can spend time with them!
(Includes: Lyney, Navia, and Furina!)
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đàŒLyney:
Lyney kneeled down beside you, trying his best not to get in your way as you worked on the latest broken thing in his home...he just couldn't help it. Whenever he was near you it was like his heart decided to do its own performance, beating faster and skipping whenever your eyes landed on him...because of this sometimes the simple machinery he used in his home...would mysteriously end up not working, "So how goes the fixing hmm? My apologies for having to call you out here again, usually I'd just have Freminet take a look but he's currently busy"
"Seems to me like someone's intentionally sabotaging your heater...they even left the screwdriver inside of it." You turned to him with a sly smirk playing on your features, holding the screwdriver up to him so he could read Freminets name from it. The blush that followed was so adorable you couldn't help but tease him a little, "If you wanted me to spend time with you Lyney, you could have just asked~"
đàŒNavia:
"I truly cannot thank you enough for coming to my rescue again. It seems every time you leave the Spina di Rosula has yet another problem to fix...of course it's not particularly a bad thing because I enjoy your company immensely." The beautiful blonde chuckled nervously, trying to get ahold of herself before she ended up confessing her feelings to you, she was honestly shocked she hadn't yet..
"I'm always here whenever you need me Navia, it's definitely not a bad thing for me. I get to hang out with a goregous woman and get VIP treatment from the Spina."
"You're always welcome to anything here at-...I'm sorry did you just call me goregous?"
"Well...I figured since you're always bringing me here to fix things you've clearly sabotaged, it's only fair a make a little advancement myself.~"
The poor girl's face heated up, you'd figured it out? How long had you known?! "I- oh my..."
đàŒFurina:
"I truthfully have no idea how anyone expects a archon to live under such conditions, every time I go to use something it's no longer working. If I didn't have you'd I'd surely have left this place for something better by now." Furina talked away while you worked, trying to act as normally abnormal as ever...even though inside her emotions were on a rampage. If only you knew she wanted so desperately to play the part of your lover more than any other role, she'd even sabotaged her own residence so she could see you more often.
"I actually believe I've found a solution to keep things from breaking...if the archon so wished to hear it."
She went dead silent, unable to fathom how you could possibly stop anything in her house from breaking, "The archon wishes to, even someone with my divinity can't even think how a simple human could make something no longer able to break, I'd love to see what maniac idea you've come up with."
"Its actually very easy, all I have to do is ask if you'd like to go out sometime. Then we could spend time together without you needing to break things~"
"I-i what on earth are you talking about? I wouldn't break something just to spend time with someone, I am a archon with a busy life. I don't have the time for such nons-"
"Lady Furina..."
"Yes?"
"You left your glove in the pipe."
"..."
"May I take you out on a date?"
"...yes you may..."
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àŹ(à©*Ëá”Ë)à©* à©âĄâ§âË~Have a nice day~*â .â â§
#genshin impact#genshin headcanons#genshin#genshin fanfic#genshin x reader#genshin x you#genshin imagines#genshin scenarios#lyney x reader#lyney headcanons#lyney fluff#lyney x you#furina x reader#furina x you#furina#furina headcanons#furina fluff#naviafluff#naviaheadcanons#navia x you#navia x reader#genshin navia#navia fluff
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Some of Clavis Lelouchâs best quotes + Cyran's bonus quotes
"Tell me, Emma, what do you think is the best way to wake someone who's really bad at waking up? (...) That's right, you stab them." (âClavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)
"Finding such a handsome man in your room is enough to leave anyone breathless. Take your time. I know I'm easy on the eyes. (...) Oh, nice reaction! There's nothing like a good AHHHHH to get me in the mood."
âI didnât do anything. But next time, donât be intimidated by these status-crazed nobles. You donât owe them anythingânot even a smile. If someone looks down on you, look down on them in return. Otherwise, your self-worth will start to plummet. Never abandon your self-respect just to calm the situation. I know youâre a wonderful personâI wouldnât have chosen you as my wife if not.â
"You succumbed to delusion."
"You weren't paying any attention to me at all. I got so lonely, I almost died!"
"...I want to make love to you."
"I'll tell you a secret about Chevalier. You want to know right? I bet you do. (...) He likes romance novels, but the reason for that is... Me. (...) One day, I secretly added to his pile of books... I put a book that boasted its dewy, spicy romance in the pile."
"Haha! When you're as handsome as I am, you look good no matter what state you're in. You just need better understanding of aesthetics." (âClavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")
"Haha! You don't need to apologize. Who says only kids are allowed to be bouncy? What's wrong with adults being genuine about loving the things they love?"
"Oh, the things you say! Don't you realize you threaten to unleash the beast that hides behind this gentleman's visage?" (âClavis' thoughts about Emma)
"What a fool I was to think I was done falling in love with you. The depths I could fall for you seem endless."
âWe can do it on the table, or by the windowsill again, if you like. Ah, but I donât recommend the floorânot unless youâre into that.â
"I would never allow my lovely fiancee to live a life of fear. And so I must take it upon myself to indulge her in a life of joy." (âClavis' thoughts about Emma)
"Wait, wait, wait! (...) Chevalier, you cannot possibly be trying to replace the words 'I love you' with that one kiss. (...) Why else would Emma have dressed up so beautifully? It's all so she can hear you say those three words! (...) Yes, not all things need to be said, but there is a purpose in giving words to feelings. That's how you can bring them into the real world. Chev, you can't let Emma guess how you truly feel forever. Just tell her. (...) The average person can't read minds like you do. Don't assume that Emma knows everything just because you do." (âClavis to Chevalier, in Chevalier's route)
"I'm charming, aren't I?"
"Here you are, alone in a secret room with a handsome prince. Why are you only interested in those lifeless husks? (...) That's a little offensive, you know."
"Haha! Go to hell." (âClavis to Chevalier)
"Goodness, I've never visited that bookstore, and to think it was hiding a gem all this time..." (âClavis' thoughts about Emma)
"Dear me, it looks like they started running the second they spotted me. Haha! That's optimistic of them. " (âClavis talking about Yves and Licht to Emma)
"You could at least call it artistic. My handwriting conceals talent that would surpass that of a genius artist. (...) It's readable. So long as you take the time to decode it! Haha!" (âClavis to Jin)
"Ah... Hahaha! I can't believe you headbutted me! You should've slapped me, at least."
"There's no rule that says you have to drink alcohol once you come of age. That said, it might be more romantic to let you get drunk and then take care of you until you sober up. Wait here, I'll just get someâ"
"Of course, I'm not trying to criticize your own personal standards for good and evil. But throughout our lives, we're constantly being confronted by our perceptions of good and evil. And there are times when we might regret it later, if we decide to be critical of something simply because 'it's evil'. Our own individual standards for good and evil may not always be aligned with the kingdom's standards for good and evil. And if that happens, wouldn't you want to remain true to your own standards? To what you believe is good and right?"
"So you're comfortable drinking. I'll keep that in mind." (âClavis' thoughts about Emma)
"(...) I'm well aware that of all the princes, I was the one most loved by his mother. Although I suppose it's not really a surprise, given how adorable and cute I was. (...) Haha! Why are you apologizing? There's no rule that says we can't talk about the deceased. And there's no need to feel guilty, either. I'm not some silly child who gets all worked up just from thinking about her." (âClavis talking about his mother to Emma)
"I love drawing attention to myself, you know that. I wanted everyone in the palace talking about me, so I made it seem as if I'd gone missing." (âClavis to Sariel)
"...You're surprisingly sweet on Emma, aren't you?" (âClavis to Chevalier)
"Well obviously, because I like rabbits. And from what I know of rabbits... They may seem aloof, but they're actually very sweet and loving, and if you're lucky, they'll even let you see that side of them. I think they're adorable. And despite being delicate and easily frightened, they won't run from anythingâthey'll stand their ground and put on a brave face. I can't think of any other creature that instills in me such an urge to protect them. You see? Everything about them is lovable." (âClavis talking about Emma secretly)
"But that's why Rhodolite is so well-balanced. If we all agreed with Leon, the kingdom would constantly be in danger from outside. If we all agreed with Chevalier, it would end up a dictatorship."
"You're about the only person who willingly visits the brutal beast's lair."
"Just so we're clear, this doesn't even count as a setback to me. I've tasted defeat countless times at the hands of a brother more beastly than anyone in Obsidian. I've never once made the right choice. I'm a loser, constantly making mistakes, and constantly being laughed at for them. (...) When you fail, it's easy to give up. It's easy to think your ideas are wrong, and yield to the right choice. But this is what I do. Every time I fail, I get up again, and I fight even harder, so that next time, maybe I won't fail. I don't care about what's right for the kingdom. I stay true to what's right for me, and that's the only way I've found any meaning in my life. Even if what I believe to be right and true is actually wrong, and even if I'm called evil and wicked for doing what I do... I'll fight against the brutal beast's methods with everything I have in me. And I'm not going to die until I've made him kneel before me, and accepted that my beliefs are just as righteous as his are. (...) And since I've spent my life tasting nothing but defeat, I think I can declare this with some certainty. So long as you go on living, you'll never really be a loser. Because there is no such thing. Even if you lost this time, you just have to win next time to be the winner. And if nothing else, you'd be able to die a prouder man than you will now. (...) Today's failures will lead you to tomorrow's hope. Always, as long as you don't give up. And that's why I'm going to get up and try again. What about you? Are you going to die a dog's death here?" (âClavis to the "Obsidianite soldier")
"What a shame... Were my hands not bound right now... I'd already be making love to you."
"Haha! Not a chance. I adore her." (âClavis denying disliking Emma to Gilbert)
"I've always tried to be a gentleman, and live by the tenet that women are free to come and go as they please. But with you, I find myself wondering whether I should be using handcuffs, rope, or maybe a strong net."
"All right, then, I guess I'll just have to slip a few weapons into your luggage to help celebrate your departure. At the very least, I've already included a shovel." (âClavis helping Emma escape from Obsidian)
"My brother is an absolute genius when it comes to angering people in just about every way possible. He outclasses us all in that, too." (âClavis talking about Chevalier)
"Dearie me, don't tell me you're here for a secret tryst with my brother? I never imagined this unsociable beast might finally have his sexual awakeningâ" (âClavis talking about Chevalier to Emma)
"(...) It's a water jet device designed to keep you cool in sultry summer evenings. I made it expressly for you. Isn't it brilliant?"
"The only people he could hold a proper conversation with were those who faced him head-on." (âClavis' thoughts about Chevalier)
"(...) I don't care about me, but I don't think it's appropriate to be pointing guns at a woman, do you?" (âClavis protecting Emma from 'someone')
"You really are gorgeous... I'm so captivated by you... that I feel I might forget how to be a gentleman for good."
"You could tie me down any day, my lovely fiancee."
"Ah. Hello, insecurity. I had not missed you at all. If I want to make my lovely fiancee happy, I'm going to need to start being more confident." (âClavis' thoughts)
"You're so beautiful when you're watching something with rapt attention."
"How could you treat your kind little brother like this, when he worked himself to the bone trying to keep your library nice and tidy? I'm going to tell Emma on you." (âAngry Clavis to Chevalier)
"Well, first, I'd love to be able to pamper you in the bathroom. I want to wash your hair and gently exfoliate your skin so it's super soft. (...) Next, I want to hire a famous artist to draw a portrait of you than I can hang on my wall. I want one so big it'll cover the entire thing. Maybe I'll even get a bunch of you drawn. Seeing lots of you while I work would be good for motivation. (...) Also, I would love it if we could change up how we say good night. Every day, before bed, I want us to say 'I love you' instead of just 'good night'. (...) Oh, it's also my dream to go on a trip around the world with you! I just want to explore new sights with you and kiss and cuddle you in new places."
Cyran's bonus quotes:
"(...) Prince Clavis lies incessantly, so feel free to ignore everything he says. (...) Everything. You've no need to be worried about his feelings, or even keep him company. And it might be in your best interests to refuse to eat any of this." (âCyran talking about Clavis and his cooking to Emma, in front of Clavis)
"You're still half-asleep, aren't you? You're a disgrace." (âCyran to Clavis)
"When we finally catch up to him, I think we should team up and give him a good scolding!" (âCyran talking about Clavis to Emma)
"Since you left me behind like that, I've decided to hold a grudge against you forever. (...) Do it again and I'll throttle you, master or no. Just so you know." (âCyran to Clavis)
"My Lady, I'm afraid that Prince Clavis's plan is truly stupid. A prince in his right mind would never even plan such a thing, and the average person would recoil in shock at the very idea of it."
"Prince Clavis, you can't just go casually tossing your head in her lap like that. My Lady, you're more than welcome to slap him awake at this point."
"(...) despite all that, there was one fool prince who stormed into the camp where the prisoners were being held. Yep, I'm talking about the idiot prince currently sleeping like a babe in your lap."
"From the way he acts, it's easy to mistake him for a fool and a scoundrel, but... at heart, he's the kindest, most compassionate man I've ever met." (âCyran talking about Clavis to Emma)
"...So where is he, this handsome man? (...) ...You're a total mess right now, you realize. You look dreadful. Want me to get you a mirror?" (âCyran to Clavis)
"My Lady, I truly am sorry, but... I've been ordered to inform you that, and I quote, 'your prince is in grave danger and needs you to rescue him! Ahaha'! (...) ...He insisted I include the 'ahaha' at the end." (âCyran delivering a message from Clavis to Emma)
"Very well. I'll inform him that you said to die in pain and agony." (âCyran talking about Clavis to Chevalier)
"Really? Are you sure? Ahh, this is great, it means I can get away from my troublesome master for a while. I look forward to serving you, My Lady, and I'll do my absolute best for you!" (âCyran replying to Clavis' order to be Emma's personal bodyguard)
"My Lady, you're the sort of person who worries constantly about other people, without ever thinking about yourself. Like at the party, when you tried to protect Prince Gilbert from that guy with the knife. That sort of thing."
"...Farewell, my peaceful days."
"...Stay strong, my lady. I know exactly how you feel, but know that I am cheering you on."
#as usual I might add more later#clavis lelouch#ikémen prince#ikeprince clavis#cyran rose#ikemen prince#ikemen prince quotes#ikeprince#cybird#cybird otome#otome game
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One reason I believe Severus Snape is controversial is because of the genre of literature he is placed in. He is complicated but not at all the only or the most complex literary character out there. But the problem is he is placed in a children's novel, particularly in a school, which is a symbol of childhood and the most important and formative stage of growth. If same character was placed in a more adult scenario and surrounded by adults than children, people would be able to understand or digest it better. I mean look at the fanbases of other anti heroes, eg : Walter "Heisenberg" White. People are emotional about children and their own childhoods. By bashing Severus they feel like they're protecting their own childhood selves. That they're protecting their own childhoods from the vengeance of a bitter human being. Which is absolutely 100% understandable.
But there is only one problem. Many people speak of empathy but very few understand that empathy is the ability to understand and share another person's feelings and experiences from their perspective. I do not think that the real challenge of empathy can be exercised with people you already want to understand. The strength of your empathetic ability is shown when you are able to digest the truth of somebody who you have absolutely no kind feelings for. Do you have what it takes to allow your mind to put your self in the situation of a person you do not have sympathy for? Do you have what it takes to allow your self to experience the pain that belongs to someone who you do not want to listen to? Do you have what it takes to provide understanding where no such kind of understanding is expected to be provided? Do you have the humane nobility that such a daunting task requires? And finally, do you have what it takes to forgive (no, not forget), truly forgive, someone who you consider unforgivable?
Snape is character that challenges my humanity. Am I as good as I think I am? Am I a good judge of character? Am I capable of generosity and kindness, even in face of the most unkind situations? How much love do I actually carry in my heart? Am I capable of bravery even in the face of tremendous isolation and rejection? Am I able to understand and dissect my past in a way that will be helpful for me in present day? Am I capable of empathy? How much can I absorb the pain of others in order to fully understand them? Or am I destroying something or someone, perhaps even myself? Am I strong or am I playing the role of someone strong? Am I allowed to have a moral high ground so high I myself find it difficult to reach it? Or am I allowed to sin or make mistakes but then be given the right to move on from them? Am I capable for forgiveness, and if yes, to what extent?
Characters like Snape should not make you hateful. They teach you about possible flaws in your own personality, by making you aware your hidden side. They bring out the worst in you and then challenge you by suddenly holding up a mirror.
I am not even half the tortured, bitter soul Severus was. And I think a reason why Harry forgives Severus is because in the end he knew, that sometimes life deals you cards that you do not wish to play but rather topple the whole table over. Except you cannot. So you keep playing. Silently.
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Youâre one of the most annoying people on this site. And that really says A LOT because WOW! Shut the Fuck up about Gale wanting to be a father or not. He never says that he doesnât want to be one. You projecting things onto him doesnât make it Canon.
on a serious note: iâm certainly not the one that continuously brings up this topic unprompted. i personally really donât understand the entire controversy around the topic or why fandom feels the need to rehash this conversation almost weekly. i truly believe that thereâs nothing more of value to learn from it, to address, or add to it⊠yet fandom wonât let it rest.
to once again clarify: what i mean by âgale wanting to be a father isnât canonâ is that there is no evidence/neither hints anywhere in any of the dialogue that support the contrary. characters like h*lsin, w*ll and la*âzel have entire adoption subplots. all of them mention their children explicitly during the epilogue:
narrator: *your soul warms thinking of lily aurora ravengard, your adopted daughter. a treasure of a girl, found at the entrance of the open hand temple - one grey eye, one brown.* w*ll: ah, the girl could melt the staunchest heart. she might even have brought a smile to old withers' face! w*ll: but tonight is for us - and lily's only four months of age, besides. i promise, the temple will keep her in good care.
player: and our little hatchling? is he safe? la*'zel: of course. i have complete trust in our newest allies. xan is in fine hands tonight. la*'zel: what a wonder he is. he will be a fine warrior, if he chooses. or a poet, or an explorer, or a scholar.
h*lsin: being away from it... i cannot help but worry how they will fare in our absence. player: we'll be back before they know it. h*lsin: i hope so. the children shall miss their bedtime tale tonight - though perhaps i can glean a few new stories from our friends here, to make up for it.
even shad*wh*art has a line where she briefly mentions that children might be a possibility for her in the future.
shad*wh*art: and i get to see my parents almost every day - i need to make every moment with them count, after so much was stolen from us. but they're doing well, [...] shad*wh*art: who knows? perhaps they'll have grandchildren before long.
gale in comparison? he has none of that. he remains childfree during the entirety of the game + epilogue. in fact, his line in the epilogue that addresses the topic of grandkids is this one:
tara: this is why mrs. dekarios and i will be waiting an eternity more for grandchildren. nodecontext: self-pitying gale: psst! shoo, tara. nodecontext: shooing away tara like one would a naughty cat.
i already wrote a post about this entire discourse here [x] but to repeat myself once more: all of the dialogue that vaguely addresses the topic of children in any way in regards to gale are these snippets
player: gale⊠how would you feel about having another person in our relationship? gale: what, like a child? iâm not quite sure iâd consider myself father material, plus our current lifestyle isnât exactly what iâd call settledâŠ
gale, upon spotting oliver during their game of hide and seek:Â ah, i have you! just a shame i donât want you.
gale treating the children the group comes across with respect isnât an indicator either. this is a courtesy gale extends to everyone he meets. heâs a character that approves of a protagonist who systematically commits good deeds. whether itâs sparing animals, helping without compensation in mind, or aiding children. wanting children to be cared for⊠and you know⊠for them not to die is common etiquette that every adult should extend to a child in need. those are not âdad goals!!!â itâs quite literally just basic human decency. gale is genuinely kind and caring to everyone he meets, there is no reason why this also wouldnât apply to children.
i often see fandom mention his encounter with mol at last light and how excited he is to talk to her. which i think greatly misinterprets the context of the scenario since he didnât have much of a reaction to mol before either â gale is ecstatic about lanceboard. again evident by his reaction to the party finding the life-sized board during the wyrmway trials, and how he immediately offers to give tav pointers. explaining different approaches to them in enthusiastic detail if they allow him to. the man just really likes lanceboard⊠as well as being the smartest person in the room.
gale: ah, lanceboard! why, this might just be the highlight of our misadventures to date.
gale: lanceboard happens to be a game with which i have more than a passing familiarity. might i offer a suggestion? nodecontext: gale's a badass lanceboard player, anticipating showing off
if you want to headcanon your tav and gale raising a big family together that is more than fine and no one is stopping you. whatever you want to happen to these two after the storyline of the game is up to your respective fantasies. no one is policing you on what you should do with your own character. go wild and create whatever fan content you wish, no justification required.
yet once again, as there is no mention in canon anywhere â neither in the main game nor the epilogue â that this is something gale would ever want (whether that may mean immediately or somewhere down the line) gale wanting to be a father remains a headcanon. while gale being childfree is explicitly shown in the game, in strict comparison to other companions that either have children by the end of the game or voice the desire to (eventually) have them.
my personal preferences are of no relevance here whatsoever. i care about accurate and correct characterization and will point out inconsistencies/false information no matter the topic. i, for one, want to appreciate these characters in the way they're written, not how i ideally want them to be.
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new years day - STYLES
pairings: harry styles x gn!reader (fc: none)
summary: harrys partner reminisces on instagram over the past 2 years of love on tour before the final show
authors note: i was listening to my sleepy taylor playlist and this song started playing and it took me back to all the love on tour edits so i had to create a smau for it.. i promise im working on the drafts i put on that poll!!
authors note 2: i used they/them pronouns when writing because nothing ever really specified readers gender so please imagine as you will!!
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its going to be impossible to not miss thisâčïž
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user7: oh i love them so much
user18: the support you show for harry is so lovely :â)
user73: im going to miss guessing what the styles will be wearing every nightâčïž
harry_lambert: so many outfits! so many fun nights!
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*text on first photo reads: and with that my final love on tour outfit is doneđ* *text on second photo reads: bring on the finaleđ„č*
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theres glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobbyâŠ
i have never been as sad as i am right now writing that love on tour is officially over! this has honestly been one of the craziest experiences for everyone; myself, the fans and for you harry. being able to watch you grow as an artist and an individual on and off stage for the past two years has been an honor and i cannot thank you enough for bringing me on this incredible journey with you
the love i feel for you is one i struggle to describe, its a feeling of joy when i see you on stage, its a feeling of hurt when i see you at your lows, its a feeling of pure happiness when i see you being who you are. loving you is something so genuinely special and i cannot believe i am the one who gets to witness all of you, all of your life
love on tour is truly something that is one of a kind and the family you were able to create with it will be something that lasts forever along with the memories created these past years
i dont think i will ever get over being the one to see you achieve everything you have ever wanted, getting to be the one you come to after a show and just hug until your hearts content, getting to be the person you cry on after a show like slane or wembley where you just felt so overwhelmed by the love and support you received
i will thank you everyday for choosing me to be that person, to be the person you love, to be the person you have join you in this life youve created for yourself
thank you love on tour and thank you harry
i will love you both forever and everâ€ïžâđ©č
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harrystyles: đđ
user6: i need harry to learn how to use instagram properly i NEED to see his responseđ
user89: sobbing and screaming
user35: they love him so muchđđ
harrystyles: baby the love i have for you is endless, thank you for coming with me on this journey and thank you for letting me love you. i love you so so much
user35: and HE LOVES THEM SO MUCHđđ
user62: i feel sick they love eachother so muchâ€ïžâđ©čâ€ïžâđ©č
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Two's Company - What The Hell Is Six? Part 3
Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael
Series Masterlist
Summary: It's date night
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: swearing, touching, angst, arguments, flirting, lil kiss
I really cannot believe it took me so long to finish part 3 like...where did the time go?? It was almost an entire year...I just struggled to find the motivation but I finally did! Not sure if this is even good it's so late when I finished writing lol, hope you enjoy!
Dividers: @saradika & @firefly-graphics
âOkayâŠIâll do it.â
âWhat?â Michael turns towards me and asks bewildered. I canât blame him, Iâm a little shocked by my own acquiescence.Â
I tear my gaze from David to Michael and briefly at our fingers laced together before meeting his eyes.Â
âI know this isnât ideal Mikey, but you heard them, they wonât stop. We can talk about this more later, okay? Just trust me.â Squeezing his hand so tight, to help him to understand why Iâm doing this. Why I didnât have a choice other than to accept their âofferâ. To protect him from whatever theyâre truly capable of. If I said no, theyâd take it out on Michael, I know they would.Â
He takes a moment to respond. Taking me in from top to bottom and squeezing back a non-verbal response before speaking. With more understanding than I initially thought heâd be capable of granting, he nods, brings our hands up to his lips to ghost them over my knuckles and finally lets out a soft 'okay' with a gentle smile only meant for me. I mirror the sweetness in his face back, until the moment is interrupted.Â
âWell thatâs just adorable.â David snorted, all too eager to have our attention not on each other.Â
âBut if youâre finished Iâd like to get back to the date you just agreed to.â He directed impatiently.Â
âFine, but there are some ground rules we need to establish first.â I said.
âOh?â questioned David. He seemed amused by my answer, curiosity slipping through at what I could possibly come up with.Â
âFirst, no kissing or inappropriate touching-â
Paul cut me off to complain, âdamn babe, those are all my go-to moves.â
Dwayne swiftly takes it upon himself to reprimand the wild blonde with an elbow to the side and a âshut up Paulâ. While said blonde untangles his arm from the taller man's shoulders to soothe his aching side with a look of exasperation, like heâd been completely put out by the interaction.Â
âOw, I was only kinda kidding. You canât hit me like that man, you know I'm sensitive.â He croaked out in a very childlike manner accompanied by a pouty bottom lip. I wouldnât be surprised if he actually got into the fetal position next with how dramatic of a person he seemed to be. In a different circumstance I wouldâve found the exchange funny and how close the two are adorable.Â
Instead of dwelling, I decided to continue. âSecond, we wonât be going anywhere private, weâll be in public the whole time. Third, no threatening or hurting Michael for any reason. No matter what happens on our âdateâ you donât get to do anything to him.â Emphasizing date with a quick eye roll. I may have agreed to this but I donât have to be happy about it.Â
Michael let out a small chuckle from my right before he leaned down to whisper in my ear âMy hero.â I try my best to hold back the smile threatening to sneak its way past my serious demeanor but itâs useless and I crack. I can never seem to hold myself back when it comes to Michael, he pulls every part of me to the forefront, good or bad, he always embraces it with open arms and a warm smile.Â
âIs that all or do you have any more demands princex?â Marko piped in, once again directing our attention towards the boys in front of us.Â
âThatâs all for now, but if I think of any more Iâll be sure to let you know promptly.â I finish with faux nicety and the sweetest smile I can muster.Â
Pulling a sarcastic laugh from him followed by an even more sarcastic âCanât wait.âÂ
It seems Marko and I will be having the most lively time together on our date, if we donât kill each other first.Â
This time, I hear a genuine laugh come from the same curly headed boy. âCouldnât have said it better myself.â
Iâm baffled at the comment. His joyous response sounded like it was directed at my previous thought, one I definitely thought to myself and didnât voice aloud.Â
âWait, I didnât say anything. How-â
Paul decides to answer me first. âWe've got all kinds of tricks we can show you babyâ, with an additional cheeky grin thrown my way.Â
While David finishes with a âbut weâll save that for next time. Weâll meet back here tomorrow night where we usually park the bikes, right after sunset. Donât be late.â He looks between Michael and I as the quartet begin to make their leave. Each boy giving their own version of a goodbye with waves and âcatch ya latersâ till theyâve vanished from underneath the boardwalk back towards the stairs.Â
âSoâŠwe should probably get home and maybe figure out what the hell you just agreed to.â Michael announces after a bout of silence following the departure.Â
After Michael drives us back home, he seems to be in a better mood than I expected. Heâs acting like his old self again, not letting go of my hand or some part of my body since we arrived. The truth coming out makes him much more at ease, which I can appreciate. The rest of the family noticed his sudden presence at the dinner table with stunned expressions, Sam even commenting âwhat were you dying for moms lasagna or something bud?â as Lucy shooâs that off with a wave of her hand and says sheâs happy to see everyone together again for dinner with a beaming smile along her face, quickly changing the topic to grandpaâs aversion to giving him an overdue haircut.
Later on, Michael and I found ourselves in the bedroom we share. After a lengthy discussion of the night to come and having to only calm him down a couple of times from leaving to find the boys again and telling them to fuck off, we agree on sticking it out just for tomorrow. After the dates I tell them it wonât work and we can put this mess behind us, hopefully. The matter of Michael being a bloodthirsty creature of the night has yet to be discussed.Â
âI still donât like this plan, just so weâre clear.â He proceeds to tell me one final time as we start to lay down to sleep with a few hours of darkness left cloaking the sky before dawn breaks.Â
âWe donât have any other optionsâŠunless one of your new special tricks includes time travel to before you met them.â I jokingly tack on as I cuddle further into his side.Â
He releases a light chuckle while rubbing my back soothingly. âSadly no, thatâs not in my abilities.âÂ
âItâll be okay.â I say, not certain if itâs more for his sake or my own. He silently agrees with a kiss to my forehead and a soft goodnight as we both fall asleep in the comfort of this small window of time we have together.Â
Michael and I silently wake up just hours before we would need to leave, having mostly slept the day away together. As dusk quickly approaches, getting ready seemed an easier task than I initially anticipated. He showers after me and dresses in his usual attire of blue jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, and his newly acquired leather jacket that I canât help but start to like the more I see him in it. While I put on a nice tank top, black jean shorts, and sneakers, dressing fairly casual but also something I would wear on a date with Michael. My outfit showed a bit more skin due to the heat.Â
He gives me a once over before asking âIs that new?â as he points to my top. I nod with a look of âyeah why?â and he only shakes his head back before answering, ânothing, you just look niceâŠand not to sound like a jealous boyfriend butâŠI canât say iâm happy seeing you wear something new for them.âÂ
âHey I can chan-â
âNo.â He stops me before I begin. âLike I said you look good and Iâll just have to get over the fact that theyâre getting to be with you tonight and not me, when all I want to do now is rip your outfit to shreds and toss you back in that bed till morning.â He says, as he grabs my hips pulling me into a heated kiss. Only allowing himself to pull back as Iâm gasping for air.Â
âVery tempting offer.â I breathlessly snicker while running my hands through his thick head of curls. He pulls me back in for one more peck and reluctantly drags me along to the front door so we can head out.
We arrive at the boardwalk and Michael parks his bike exactly where David said theyâd be, watching the crowd go by and laughing amongst themselves till weâve made our way into the group beside them as they take notice. Michael helps me off his bike as we stand in front of them, hands still intertwined.Â
David looks at us like itâs cute weâre still trying to hold up some type of front to the situation, and I guess in a way heâs right, they have the upper hand.Â
Surprisingly Marko is the first to speak, âAnd here I thought you were dreading going out with us, but by the looks of that outfit Iâd say you were trying to put on a show, feel free to show off even more skin if youâd like.â It takes everything in my body to stay calm because I know that comment is only meant to get a rise out of me. I wonât give him the satisfaction.Â
After I take a soothing breath I reply, âItâs hot outside and Iâd rather not keel over from overheating, thatâs all.âÂ
He leans closer with a smirk and gives a half-hearted âwhatever you say sweetheartâ, before leaning back and giggling like school girls about it with Paul. I simply roll my eyes and turn my attention back to David.Â
âLetâs go.â He announces to the group as we all start to follow his lead. Dwayne walks in stride with Michael and I, sandwiching me between them, with Marko and Paul tailing behind us. I decide to chance it and look at Dwayne as he leans down towards me, not breaking eye contact for even a moment as we continue to walk. âDonât let him get to you, he just likes to ruffle feathers. But for what itâs worth, you look lovely.â His lips lift into a half smile, half smirk once he notices the heat rising to my cheeks at the complement. I attempt to brush it off with a quick âthanksâ and steal a glance at Michaels now taut jaw and lingering gaze on us. I turn my attention forward as Dwayneâs hand coyly slides up my waist and is gone again before I even have time to register it as he picks up his pace to step in time with David. Michael lets out a scoff and pulls me closer to his side by our joined hands.Â
David walked us to a section of restaurants with outdoor seating we could all gather at, choosing a wooden picnic bench for us. Michael and I are sitting on one bench with the two natural blondes and brunette sitting on the other, while David decides to grab a lone chair from a different table and pull it up on the side so heâs seated at the âheadâ of the table.Â
âSo how is this going to work exactly? Are we all doing this together orâŠ?â I decide to voice my curiosity before the conversation inevitably gets side tracked or leads to another argument. Â
All eyes turn to David as he fills me in. âWeâll each take you out individually - Dwayneâs first.â Nodding his head in the direction of his friend. My own gaze found its way back to his dark brown eyes, that same smile from earlier plastered on. In that moment a wave of familiarity washed over me, like Iâve gotten lost in those eyes a million times before and would continue to do so for as long as Iâd be allowed to stare into them. Like how it feels to look into Michaels.Â
Michael.
Remembering heâs sitting right next to me I shake the previous thoughts away and proceed to stand to meet Dwayne on the other side so we can get this night started already.Â
But I freeze in my tracks as it suddenly occurs to me that Michael will be all alone with the other boys for the rest of the evening, and the thought of him being tormented and teased about this situation he has no control over sends a pang of guilt through me. I decide I have to try and ease some of the tension, if I can.Â
âWait- before we go I have another condition to add.âÂ
David leans back in his chair with a raised brow, gloved fingers tapping along the table. âYes?âÂ
âIf this is going to work you canât be at each other's throats the whole time I'm gone. Michael told me that he barely knows anything about any of you and vice versa, so while I'm on each date the rest of you are going to stay here and get to know each other - like real friends.âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âIâm serious, youâre not going to sit here all night and fuck with my boyfriend behind my back, Iâm not asking.â I try to muster up as much confidence in my words as I'm sure David actually has naturally coursing through him. He only ponders what I've said momentarily before giving a strained smile that doesnât exactly meet his eyes and mutters out a quick âsureâ. Looking towards the others that slowly nod along in agreement - even if their faces say otherwise.Â
Now feeling better about leaving, I let Dwayne lead the way out of the seating area towards the crowds of people scattered along the boardwalk for whatever he had planned.
Michael turns back to the remaining boys seated with him after staring daggers into Dwayne's back before the two completely disappear from sight. He speaks up before the others can, to get the ball rolling. âOkay soâŠwhere should we start?â He sends them each a questioning glance.Â
David stares back with the most incredulous look he can muster, like he couldnât believe he was actually going through with the âgetting to know each other ideaâ. After a minute a mocking smile takes over his face.Â
âYeahâŠâ He draws out. âWeâre not doing that.â He says with little room for push back.Â
Michael crosses his arms over his chest and nods his head in a similar mocking manner, amused by the reply. âYouâve got a lot to learn, theyâll come back and expect a full report on what we talked about, want specifics to make sure you followed through on your promise.âÂ
âWeâll make something up.â David again says matter of factly.Â
Michael scoffs. âTheyâll be able to tell if iâm lying, how do you think I ended up in this situation in the first place? I wasnât able to keep what you did to me a secret.â The other boys may not want to participate in this but heâd be damned if he got into trouble for not at least trying to play nice.Â
âAlright, fine. I particularly enjoyed watching you get your ass chewed out in front of half the boardwalk last night. It was the highlight of my week.â David faux relents, like heâs shared intimate knowledge of himself only few know and pretends as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders with a content sigh. Stifled giggles from the terror twins echo in the background.Â
âYou know what, the only one youâre hurting is yourself. Keep it up and theyâll want nothing to do with you. Which will be the highlight of my life.âÂ
Silence followed Michaels statement as the two were now sat in a heated staring match. The tension in the air rapidly increased as neither one backed down. If looks could kill theyâd both be six feet under. Even the blondes, who hadnât said a word since the conversation began, were forced into an awkward stillness watching the interaction unfold, waiting for the underlying hostility to bubble over.Â
Paul decides someone has to try and mediate before this gets any uglier and, more importantly, his turn for a date is possibly soured by the oldest and newest member of their pack coming to blows. In his opinion the best way to deal with this would be to let them fight it out, but he knows the night canât end with them covered in blood, scratches, and bite marks - unless theyâre fucking.Â
All eyes are suddenly shifted to Paul as he clears his throat obnoxiously. âUhhhâŠmy favorite band is Mötley CrĂŒe.â He says with a bright smile, proud that it actually worked since the boys' body languages were all seeming to relax.Â
Marko, good naturedly, pats Paul on the back as an âattaboyâ for the attempt.Â
As Dwayne and I continue walking through the boardwalk I feel one of his hands graze my lower back and rest there. I quickly snatch his wrist and pull it in front of me.
âI said no touching.â I admonish. Before I can drop it, he seizes the opportunity to grab my hand instead.Â
âI was only trying to guide you, but youâre right this way is better so we donât get separated.âÂ
âRightâŠâ I probably should have put up more of a fight, but the crowd is double the size of last night's and we could easily lose each other. Not that I really believe his reason for wanting to hold my hand is so noble. I let it slide anyways.
We make small talk about movies and music as we venture through different stalls. Anytime he asks me a question I have to mentally prepare myself before answering. His intense gaze makes me apprehensive, it's like heâs enraptured by every word and Iâm nervous if what I'm saying is even adequate. He hasnât been judgemental yet, so I let his deep baritone put me at ease when he responds to something Iâve said.Â
He pulls us to a stop in front of an ice cream shop claiming it's the best in town and we should get some. After ordering and him paying for both of ours, we head towards the other side to lean against the railing while we eat. He watches as I dig out a spoonful of the sweet treat to taste. My eyes go wide from the first bite. He wasnât kidding about how good it is and he seemed proud of himself once I told him exactly that.Â
After a few mouthfuls of his own, he silently gestures towards his cup asking if Iâd like to try the flavor he had and I nod in agreement. He dips his spoon in and holds it to my mouth for me to try. I squint at it before making eye contact with him and before I can even get a word out heâs anticipated why I won't try it.Â
âYouâre not cheating on Michael by tasting my ice cream.â
âNo, but Iâm not trying to swap spit by sharing a spoon.â I decline, while gently pushing his arm towards his own face to eat it and he does so with a chuckle.Â
He relents and allows me to try it with my own spoon. I, in turn, make him the same offer with my cup of ice cream.Â
Instead, he takes his thumb and swipes it across the corner of my mouth before bringing it back to his own and sucking on the digit.Â
âPretty good.â He says casually.
Iâm in shock as my whole body is set aflame from the intimate moment. He grants me a small mercy by not acknowledging how much it affected me. I proceed to eat the rest in silence knowing if I look him in the eye or, god forbid, try and have a conversation after that Iâd be a stuttering mess.Â
He takes the lead once more by throwing out our trash and grabbing my hand to help me off the railing.Â
âLetâs check out a few pop up booths, there might be something there you like.â He says as he walks us in that direction.Â
âLike clothes and stuff?â I ask. I havenât really explored the boardwalk before so I donât know much about what they have or the best places to shop.Â
âYeah, thatâs usually where we pick something up if we need new clothes, thatâs where Marko gets all his patches because theyâreâŠcheap.â
âDo you even own a shirt?â I jest. âBecause Iâve only ever seen you in just that jacket.â
He looks back at me with amusement in his eyes.Â
âI do, but the clean up from a night out is much easier without one.âÂ
I give him a weary look and he tenses slightly like he said something he probably shouldnât have.Â
âDo I want to know what that means?âÂ
He shakes his head at me, âno, probably not.âÂ
âLetâs just keep the conversation light for now.â I suggest, hoping not to dive into anything too heavy. Iâve enjoyed the mostly chill atmosphere so far and hope it can stay that way.Â
âDealâ, he says as he gives me a genuine smile as we continue on our way.
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A message.
Iâd like to start by saying once more (due to it being the cause of so many hateful messages) that I support Palestine.
I donate to charities that fund several of the organisations that help and I use my business in the best way I can to give my services for free to fundraisers that also raise money for these causes. Shy of showing you my personal bank statements and private emails between myself and my clients, I donât have any ways of showing this on tumblr.
I have several social media platforms, I have a business that I run, I have friends and family I talk to, I have an entire life off of this website. I choose to use tumblr to post my writing and for the most part, itâs become a really important space for me. Writing is one of the few things I truly do for myself. I enjoy it immensely and it can really bring me a lot of peace.
I choose not to blog anything other my writing, other peopleâs writing and general fandom related things on my blog because I like to keep it as that small space for myself and one of the things I love most. I understand wholly that that is a privilege in itself and I will not shy away from that fact.
However, I will not condone being hunted for the choices I make. For the vast majority of you, I am a stranger online and no one, absolutely no one, knows what I do off of this website. I wonât allow anyone to judge me on what they donât see and donât understand.
The size of my following was not a choice I made, it was not something I deliberately aimed for and it was not something I tried hard to make sure I achieved. It wasnât the goal of this blog. I donât deem myself capable of âinfluencingâ anyone in anyway. Iâm a fanfiction writer. Iâm not a politician, I donât claim to be the most educated person on political and worldwide matters. I simply would like to believe that everyone tries to help in anyway they can. I know not everyone has the financial means to donate and instead they choose to raise awareness in other ways - thatâs absolutely okay.
But I - and others - do not have to follow the rule book someone else deemed law. You see, I gave my views and reasons and it wasnât good enough. And now, if I chose to reblog certain things, Iâm pretty sure Iâd be dragged for being performative, or âback tracking.â I fear that with some people, who like to hide behind an anonymous button, I cannot win. Despite an argument revolving around real life issues, I think I can safely say it came across as a very personal attack.
As other people have mentioned before, I also donât enjoy the idea of writing smut and happy ever afterâs about our favourite fictional men and then reblogging the death of others in real life straight after. I know thatâs the world right now. Iâm aware. I read articles, I watch the news, I follow accounts on Twitter, on Instagram and I try and keep myself as up to date and as educated as possible. I just donât show that on this one platform.
As many of you know, I do run my own business. Iâm also five months pregnant. Iâm definitely experiencing more stress than I usually do. Iâm very happy and enjoying my pregnancy immensely but I struggled with sickness and tiredness for the majority of it so far. Whats to come in the next four months and beyond fills me with excitement and anxiety and nerves. Coming onto tumblr and writing about fiction is a little reprieve from that - again, a privilege I am so aware of.
But I wonât be tolerating any more hateful messages, I wonât be arguing with anyone. Iâm not lowering myself to it. You can talk about me passively aggressively, you can choose to hate me, thatâs fine. Iâm happy blocking people and moving on. Anons will be off indefinitely, itâs been proven that too many people are willing to hide behind them. After the messages regarding myself and my unborn child, quite frankly, thereâs not a lot of trust left when it comes to knowing how far people will sink.
Iâve said all Iâd like to say on the matter, Iâve told people where I stand, my views on the genocide that is occurring, what Iâm able to do about it in my personal life and why I choose to keep this particular space the way I do.
I hope everyone can try to understand and respect that. If you donât, thatâs fine, thatâs your prerogative. I donât go out of my way to challenge, or police, or demand things from people I do not know. I hope that no one thinks that they have the right to do that to myself and others. Iâm under no obligation to follow someone elseâs rules.
I donât know what the future holds for this blog, pregnancy and real life is very much taking priority over writing at the moment, but I do like to try when I can. I canât lie either, the messages and their content that I received really left me feeling dejected and frustrated, this fandom really has turned into something rather poisonous. Iâd like to be able to rise above it and in the mean time, even if Iâm not always present, Iâd like people to be able to access the stories I worked really hard on.
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That Which I Cannot See
That Which I Cannot See - Part 1 - Pure Imagination
Respectfully, you may not use my work, but you are welcome to share it. My work is only intended for those 18 and older as it contains explicit adult themes.
Summary:Â Basically A Star is Born but make it Sleep Token. A video of you singing Take Me Back to Eden gets attention online and you're invited to sing backup vocals at their next concert. Only, you end up doing a lot more than just that. The first in what will be at least a 3 part series.
Pairing:Â Vessel x Fem!ReaderÂ
Tags:Â Hand stuff (for now), mask play, concealed identity play, obscured vision/partial blindfolding, is this a musical now?, shower play with the lights off, monster kink? if you squint?, spiritual cult leader Vessel, dirty talk.
Word Count:Â 5.4k
A/N: I enjoy candlelit showers while blasting Sleep Token and inspiration struck one day while listening to Take Me Back to Eden. What if? So I wrote it. I have already planned out a part 2 & 3, so fear not, our journey has just begun.
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So there I was, doom scrolling Instagram when *ping*
âSleep_Token: We loved your videoâ My brows furrow. That canât actually be their official account. Tapping the notification, I switch to my finsta, where I post anonymous videos of myself singing. I recently shared a clip of an acoustic cover of Take Me Back to Eden that got a decent amount of attention, but I didnât think it got that much attention. The message thread opens just as another is coming in.Â
âSleep_Token: How would you feel about joining us sometime?â What the hell?Â
I click their profile. Blue check mark. Holy shit. Shock has me so caught up I canât even think of a clever response. Or any response for that matter.
What does âjoining us' mean? Like for an orgy or going to a show? Because Iâm down for both, but I only have tickets for one of those things. At least my brain is still cracking jokes. I stare at my phone and figure out something to say.
âHi! Thanks! I actually will be at the show this Friday. I canât wait :)â My heart does a little somersault as I hit send.Â
âSleep_Token: Perfect. Our manager will reach out for details. Bring something black to wear. Weâve got the rest covered!â
What the fuck does that mean? Reaching out for details for what? What is âthe restâ and how is it âcoveredâ???
*ping*
The DM from the manager comes in.Â
On auto-pilot, I go back and forth with the manager. Realization sets in⊠Iâm going to be backstage at the Sleep Token show. Iâm going to meet the Espera and sing with them. On stage. At the Sleep Token show. Friday. In less than a week. What the fuck.
Four days⊠I have four days to perfect my outfit. Immediately, I FaceTime my best friend. She answers on the second ring.
âCallie⊠youâre never gonna believe this.â
âAlright??⊠spill bitchâ
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My stride lengthens to keep up with the woman leading me through bright lit hallways. The week had flown by in a blur. Now itâs Friday and Iâm being led backstage in sweats and a tank. I hadnât fully wrapped my head around their invitation. But what I really hadnât wrapped my head around was what had been developing since that night. Once I had gotten off the phone with Callie, I saw I had a DM request from a username I didnât recognize.
âHey itâs Vâ I think my brain had short circuited. It all felt like it came out of nowhere. I guess thatâs the thing about change, it doesnât happen until it just⊠does. We had started chatting and it continued throughout the week, getting to know each other a bit, what we enjoy, what we donât, our favorite colors, and even a bit of flirting. Another strange development in a situation that materialized all too quickly. But it was exciting. It has been a while since Iâve been truly excited about something or âŠsomeone.Â
I think it helps that we donât really know each other. Our identities are a secret. Itâs sort of like getting to know the contents of a box without getting to know the box, if that makes sense. Itâs hard to explain, but I like it. Being myself comes easier this way. There are less distractions.
My guide comes to a stop and knocks on a door. Anticipation grips me as it opens, a woman dressed in black greets us with a smile on her face.Â
âCome on in! Weâre excited to meet you.â The Espera, or the three female background vocalists, usher me into the dressing room and to a spot in front of the mirror. Their welcoming energy helps quell my buzzing thoughts. We fall into easy conversation as I work on my hair and makeup. The dress I chose is sexy but functional. Thin straps, square neckline dipping in a quick plunge, finished off with a thigh high slit. My hair tumbles around my shoulders and down my back in a lionâs mane of waves. My lips are painted the darkest shade of red, the only real part of my face that will be seen from behind the gold mask that lays on the counter before me.
The Espera give me a crash course in backup vocals. No pressure, just last minute winging it in front of 13,000 people. I still canât wrap my head around this, even as they help fit the mask to my face. It looks just like theirs, intricate bronze scrollwork curling down my cheeks, leaving only my mouth and jaw exposed. The mesh panels over the eyes allow me to make out shapes and light. So I can see plenty, but it doesnât feel that way. For me, I might as well be blind. Itâs the feeling of being out of control, a vulnerability that leaves me a bit raw and on edge.
A knock raps at the door and my ears grasp at every little sound, attempting to make up for my lack of sight. The women gather as it clicks open. Their blurry forms disappear to the sounds of scuffling shoes. The door closes. My blurred vision watches as a dark figure slowly makes its way across the mirrored space. Fully blind I would know it was him. The magnetism of his presence is threatening to drag me in like the gravity of a blackhole. Itâs supermassiveâŠ
I hold my breath as he surveys me. It would be a lie to say that I am not intimidated under his gaze. Despite the disguise, the feeling of vulnerability remains.
âThis suits you. How does it feel?â He purrs his approval. The tension in my chest eases.Â
âThank you. How does what feel?â
âYour transformation.â
âTransformation? Into what?â My breath hitches, I can see his dark figure looming behind me.
âYour true self.â
âIâm not really sure what you mean by that. As excited as I am, I am also a little nervous.â
âWhat are you nervous about?â
âIâm not sure if itâs one specific thing. I just donât know what to expect. Iâve never done this before. I know Iâm wearing a mask but it still feels scary to have people actually watching me. This is worlds away from posting anonymous videos online.â
âI can understand. For us, the disguises are about showing the parts of ourselves that do not feel comfortable in our daily lives. Whether that is because we feel they should be hidden or we lack a suitable outlet. So itâs really not a disguise at all, but a revelation. By wearing this mask, I take off the invisible one I wear everyday. I embody the aspects of myself that I wouldnât otherwise. So ask yourself⊠What would that feel like for you? Who would you allow yourself to be if you knew you were free from judgement?â
âI think it would feel freeing. But how am I supposed to figure that out tonight?â
âA lot can happen in just one night.â
Unsure of what to say, I sigh and tilt my head. A gentle tap on the side of my mask is his response. I stare straight ahead, looking upon our blurry reflections in the mirror.
âEnvision yourself right now. A different version of you, a fantasy. Who could you be? How would you carry yourself? What presence do you bring? Take a minute. Close your eyes if you need. Think of the answer and then feel it. Become it. This is the transformation. It is first in your mind and then, in your being.â
I take a breath, close my eyes, and do as he says. I see the masked version of me, painted with black, a version of me that no one knows. Not even myself. She can be anything. I can be anything. This essence blossoms in my bones, radiating until it anchors itself into my being. Excitement ripples under my skin. I open my eyes.
âHow does it feel?â
âIt feels⊠different. I see myself but also⊠more.â
Vessel tilts his head.
âI saw paint. On my neck and it ran down.â Skimming my hands over my arms to illustrate my point.
âStand.â I pray my knees donât give out as I follow his command.. His proximity sends little electric waves skating along my skin.
âYou know itâs true what they say. Depriving one sense, heightens the others. Close your eyes.â
I do as he says. Anticipation coursing through me.
âTouch, for example.âÂ
His hands skate up my arms, over my bare shoulders to my neck. His fingers stroke along my skin, pressing into the muscles and working at the tension. Other parts of me start to crave the same and the weight of arousal settles between my thighs. I exhale a sigh. His fingertips play along my skin, alighting little sparks. Just as Iâm being lulled into a daze, he stops. Moving away from me, he leans against the counter, silently staring. The vulnerability isnât as uncomfortable now. Security has replaced whatever fear I felt before. He reaches for something on the counter.
âMay I? I have an idea for you with this paint.âÂ
âYou may.â I tease lightly and I hear the sound of spinning plastic.Â
The light of the room is dimmed as he steps closer. Both hands come around my neck and fear takes root in an instant. What am I doing? Iâm alone with a man who is dressed like a demon god, his hands are wrapped around my throat, and we are in a room where no one can hear me screamâŠprobably. Oh noâŠ. Should I be worried about how that turned me on?
Instead of squeezing the air from my lungs, he works the paint onto my skin. His fingers splay as he drags his hands down both sides of my neck. His fingernails scrape over my collarbones, stopping just before the neckline of my dress. My eyes fall closed and I canât help the sigh that escapes or the shudder that runs through my body. Nor can I help imagining what it would feel like to have his hands on my thighs. Leaving a sinful trail of evidence, as he explored more sensual areas of my body. Circling behind me, his hands clasp my arms, leaving one last mark.
âLook at yourself.â His deep voice jarring me from my haze. Even with my obscured vision, I can clearly see the twin trails of black that drag down my neck, stopping just before my breasts and the stark handprints on my upper arms.
âIt looks like Iâve been marked by a monster.â I say, amusement clear in my tone.Â
Silence. A brief moment of tension, then his hand wraps around my throat. He leans closer to me.
âAre you calling me a monster?â His teasing is mixed with tones of darkness. I shudder at the thrill.Â
âNo. Monsters are scary and Iâm not scared of youâ âŠYetÂ
âDo you want to be scared of me?â His voice is low in my ear.
âMaybe a littleâ Maybe more than a little.
I see his head tilt in the mirror. I canât see his eyes but I feel them flaying me alive, gleaning every dark desire snaking through my body. He releases me, putting a bit more distance between us.Â
âAs much as I would love to explore that, itâs about time we get ready to go on. Youâll be brilliant. If you get nervous just remember my touch and how itâs plain for everyone to see.â I could feel him wink at me as he said that. It wasnât the worst suggestion. That would certainly distract my thoughts from wandering into anxiety, but it would distract me in other ways. Blushing, I step through the door he holds for me, and follow him down the hall.
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Like a cutscene in a movie, suddenly Iâm on stage and the show is taking off. The lights and sounds are overwhelming. I allow myself a few minutes to adjust. Slowly, I begin to pick up the swaying movements from the Espera. Taking cues from their hazy shapes. Then, I allow my voice to softly join theirs. The flashing mass of screaming fans mere feet away is difficult to tune out, but I let them blur into shapes through my mask and my voice rises to the music. With each song they play, my confidence grows, and I feel that vision of myself, from the dressing room, coming to life.
Well, I know what you want from me
You want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception
Setting you free, so you take what you want and leave
Excitement strikes like lightning. Of course I knew this song was coming, but being a part of it? Dancing while every instrument reverberates through my body? Â
Wonât you come and dance in the dark with me?
Tapping into that sensual side of me, I allow it to take form, my hips swaying to the rhythm. I trail my fingertips over my body, and pleasure ripples behind my touch. Hearing whispers of my voice wafting through the background is unreal.
Lipstick, chemtrails, red flags, pink nails
I once made a comment to Callie about how I fantasize about being in an orgy while this song plays because it never fails to turn me on. The way the beat builds and morphs, the lyrics on top of that, it feels like seduction. My voice vibrates through my being, sparking a dark desire that flares with the melody. My eyes fall shut as I remember our time together in the dressing room. I feel his phantom touch along my skin and surrender myself to the sensations.
You make me wish I could disappear
The music dies down, somber notes begin to rise. Recognition flutters in my heart. This is the song that first drew my attention to him⊠and his attention to me. My eyes snap open on instinct, despite my obstructed view, I see a dark figure approach me, blocking out the crowd. My heart begins to race. I tilt my masked face up at his towering form. He grabs my hand and leads me from behind my place in the background. There we are, front and center. I have no idea what he is doing or what he expects of me. My blood roars through my ears, beating against the tense curiosity of the all too quiet crowd. Curious cheers ring out, but my focus is drawn to him.
I dream in phosphorescenceÂ
Bleed through spaces
My nails scrape restlessly against the fabric of my dress. I have no idea what he wants from me. We never talked about this. Am I just supposed to stand here? Am I supposed to sing a specific part or harmony? My thoughts race as panic begins to sink its claws into me.Â
His finger curls under my chin. The gentle weight of him pulls me from the quicksand of my mind.Â
Iâm transfixed as he sings to me.
My, my those eyes like fire Iâm a winged insect youâre a funeral pyre.Â
A calm intensity settles in as I focus on the figure before me. Like a siren song his entire being draws me in until there is no one else. No crowd. Not even the band. Just him and me.
The music begins to build. I feel it in my chest. His hand lightly strokes my chin in invitation. The energy builds in my stomach and moves up my throat. God, it feels like itâs going to burst out of me. So I close my eyes and let it.
I will travel far beyond the path of reason. Take me back to Eden. Take me back to Eden
Our melody turns into harmonious wails.Â
Take me back to Edeeeennn
My eyes open to a flash of white teeth as he grins down at me, the music continuing its heavy intensity. That grin against his mask and paint, looks every bit like the monster I mentioned. The music drops into a quiet tempo and he steps closer, leaning in as his hood brushes my cheek.Â
âStay.â He commands, before sauntering off, just as three chords are played.Â
Well yeah I spit blood when I wake up
He crouches towards the swarming crowd as he recites the lines. Waving hands and screaming smiles line the front of the crowd. As I watch him move across the stage, I remember his painted marks on my skin. My cheeks burn as he approaches me again.
I need you to see me for what I have become
Long fingers wrap around mine, bringing my hand to grasp the microphone, joining him for the chorus.Â
My, my those eyes like fireÂ
My voice is a sweet backdrop contrasting his, as we sing together until the beat drops off. The hand folded atop mine loosens, his arm falling slack and I let go of the mic. His free hand sneaks through my hair, cradling my head in his hand. The sounds of birds chirping flit around the notes of the piano. This intimate moment sets me ablaze as I remember there are thousands of people watching. Jealousy licks at my sides from the scrutiny of their gaze. I pay them no mind.Â
His hands fall from my hair, as he lifts the mic, but sings to me.
I guess it goes to show does it notÂ
That weâve no idea what weâve got until we lose it
His words resonate through my chest. Understanding the opportunity tonight presents, I want to make the most of this night, of this connection, and just enjoy whatever is to come.
No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence
Sound pours from me as I join him singing once again. The music sweeps me along and I ascend with it.
We were tangled up like branches in a flood
What happens next takes me by surprise. Vessel loops an arm around my waist, drawing me in until my dress brushes against his belt. He screams the ending lines with such intensity I feel as if Iâm being hit by a hurricane. I can barely make out what heâs saying. My heart seizes with another little thrill of fear. All I see is the fierce glint of teeth through the contortions of his mouth as the music fades out.Â
Piano keys begin to play, as he leads me back to my place among the Espera. This is the last song of the show, Euclid. What a beautiful note to end on. I channel all the joy in my little heart into singing this final song. I know maybe the lyrics arenât the happiest but I canât help but feel light while singing it. Our voices fade out, as he brings things to a close.
The whites of your eyes, turn black in the lowlight
So give me the night, the night, the nightâŠ
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We stopped by the dressing room long enough for me to grab my belongings and then he was leading me through more hallways. He holds a door open for me and I step into a gaudy locker room. Leading the way, I follow him through the space and into a long room. The harsh fluorescence glares off of the white tile lining the walls. On the left, is a mirrored wall of sinks and who knows what else. On the right, benches border each door frame, opening into showers.Â
We walk a few stalls down, I hang my tote and arrange my clothes on the bench as he wanders away. Pulling out a hair tie, I twist my hair up into a messy bun. Butterflies twist through my belly as he returns to my side, hanging a towel on my hook. Weâve shared this entire night, this entire week, without seeing each otherâs face, perhaps weâve seen a deeper truth. Either way, Iâm not ready for it to end.
Inspiration strikes and I stride back to the main door and begin to flick the lights off one by one until all that is left is the glow of the adjoining locker room. His masked face tilts as his attention focuses on me. Grabbing the door handle, I pull it closed behind me until only a necessary sliver of light shines through. Giving my eyes a second to adjust, I carefully make my way back to my bench. I feel another thrill of excitement at the atmosphere. The near pitch black, the silence all around us, almost like something youâd see in a scary movie. I hear clothes rustling from the bench he is at. Iâm still working on undoing the straps of my heels when I hear the harsh splash of water against tile. Once all of my outfit has made it into my tote, I take cautious steps into the awaiting shower.
âI wanted to keep the mystery going but maybe itâs a bit too dark.â So dark, that I can barely make out the other person in my proximity. My hands feel along the cool tiles for support.
âGive it a minute. Your eyes will adjust.â Heâs calm. Still. Giving me space to acclimate. No longer clutching at the wall, I can make out the shape of him easier. Barely, I see the steam from the water and pumps of soap attached to the wall.
âWill they adjust enough to be able to tell the difference between which is the soap and which is the conditioner?â I tease.
âHmm might have to go with good ole trial and error on thatâ Our laughter echoes against the walls.Â
Stepping closer, I let my gaze wander. The lines of his muscles catch what little light there is. My breath hitches, the difference in our height is exaggerated now that I am barefoot. The way he looms over me keeps his face masked in shadow. Again, the thrill of being alone with this strange, dark god shivers through me, bringing my awareness back to the arousal that has been burning all night.
âWell I will gladly volunteer as the test subject.âÂ
âAnd I will gladly accept. I didnât want to assumeâŠâ
âI would actually prefer if you do assume.â I step closer to him. Even in the pitch black I can see his head tilt down at me.
âDid you enjoy yourself tonight?â
âI did. Iâve never experienced anything like it.â I say almost reverently.
âShall we keep the experience going then?â A shiver runs through my body
âYes.â I breathe..
âSing for me?â My brows jump up. Posting videos of me singing alone in my house and singing background vocals could not prepare me for this.
âWhat do you want me to sing?â
âAnythingâ My mind goes blank all for one song. I take a deep breath to still my nerves.Â
Come with me, and youâll be, in a world of pure imagination
Tentatively, I recite the words.
Take a look and youâll see
Into your imagination
There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
His voice joins mine.Â
Living there, youâll be free
I stop, allowing him to finish the verse
If you truly wish to be
Courage is easier found in the dark I realize, when my hands begin to trail along his chest and I continue singing.
If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
My long nails gently scrape across his abs as his fingers trace the black paint along my chest.
âWhat a mess Iâve made.â The timbre of his voice sends desire rushing through me. Reaching back, he grabs something from one of the dispensers and lathers his hands. The creamy substance spreads down my shoulders as he begins to work out the tension in my muscles. His hands began to slip down to above my breasts. Working in slow circles. The combination of excitement and desire keeps my mind sharp despite the haze of lust. His thumbs swipe across my skin with a delicious pressure. Grasping the tops of my arms, he leans towards me and my lips hum in anticipation. His mouth grazes past my cheek.Â
âI think⊠this is conditionerâ He murmurs in my ear. I canât help the surprised giggle that escapes me. I can feel his amusement even as he turns from me. The muted clicks of the dispenser can be heard over the shower stream. When he faces me again, the energy shifts. A thrill runs through me as he grabs the back of my neck with one hand.
âMay I?â He echoes the familiar words he spoke earlier in the night.
âYou may.â I breathe and his lathered hand begins running down my neck, as his other creeps up into my hair. My head tilts back. The glow from the distant light flashes off his sharp grin. His hand moves lower down my chest, as he works at the paint there. Iâm not sure which is more arousing. Him painting me or washing it off. My nipples harden and a dull throb settles between my thighs just as his large hand sweeps over my breast. His fingers capture my nipple, flexing and rolling against my soft skin. I exhale shakily as he moves on to the other, giving it the same treatment. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me into the water, washing away his claim, his touch laying stake to a new one. Then he flips me around, I catch myself on the cool tile wall. As he steps closer, I can feel him pressed against me.Â
âI very much enjoyed having my mark on you, clear for everyone to see.â His voice is low against my ear, as his lips drag over my neck, gently nipping at my skin. The hand on my right hip slides down my thigh. My legs tense in anticipation. His fingers begin swiping in teasing strokes, closer and closer to where I burn for his touch.Â
âTell me, what has you so wet for me?â I let out a whimper as his fingertips slide through the evidence of his claim.Â
âWas it on stage? When I whispered in your ear?â Stay. I shook my head. That definitely turned me on but it wasnât where it started. The memory of us in the dressing room, with his hands around my neck flickers through my mind. Just that quick thought stokes the already well fanned flames of arousal.
âBefore the show in the dressing roomâ I say and receive a hum of approval. Iâm rewarded as his finger dips inside me ever so slightly. His strokes are shallow, only increasing my need for him.
âWhat about it?â His fingers slow, urging me to respond. Itâs hard to think through the fog of my desire.
âWhen you painted my neck.â Relief washes over me as he picks up his still too slow pace. His left hand moves from my hip, trailing over my fluttering stomach, paying brief attention to my breast, before sliding around my throat. My thighs clench around his hand before I can help myself, my body vibrating with anticipation.
âAh so this is what you like?â His grip tightens as he speaks and my hips rock back desperate for more than this teasing. All I accomplish is grinding my ass against his cock. He inhales sharply but presses himself fully against me.Â
âSo eager.â He laughs. âIs this what youâve wanted?â His fingers still move at a languid pace, but curl deeper inside me.
âYesâ I nod enthusiastically.
âBut itâs not enough is it?â I shake my head. Because despite the pleasure I felt, the need was greater. The need to feel more of him, to have more of him. He obliges, sliding in a second finger. I cry out, my cheeks heat from embarrassment at the echo. I press my lips together, stifling my moans. His fingers still. He leans forward, his chest against my back, pressing me into the wall.
âDonât stop singing for me nowâ He purrs and the rumble in his chest vibrates through my own.
âItâs just you and me. Thereâs no one else.â
I exhale heavily as my mouth parts. Right away, he rewards me with deliberate strokes of his fingers. The hand around my neck lazily works at the muscles there and waves of ecstasy shoot through me. My nails catch on the grout between the tiles as pleasure begins to coil tight in my muscles. Iâm lost in the way my moans reverberate around us as his thumb carefully starts working my clit. Itâs consuming. The stretch of his fingers, dragging over every sensitive spot inside me, playing my body like an instrument. His hips roll against my backside, grinding against me. I can feel the hard length of him, thick and hot against me. I begin to crave more and the thought alone of feeling all of him inside me brings me towards the peak.Â
âSomeday I will have all of you and you will have all of me. Until then I will have the memory of how wet and tight you are around my fingers. Wishing you were wrapped around my cock instead.â My hips rocked, practically riding his hand as the pleasure ramping up inside me spun so tight I felt it would snap at any moment. âEvery time I look at my hand I want to remember how it felt to have you come on my fingers.â A ragged cry left my throat as his words pushed me over the edge. The tension inside me broke. Shattered shards of pleasure sliced through me as my body shook. His hand slipped out of me and I felt him work himself against my ass. Tremors skittered through me as I began to come down from my high. The cooling fire in my core alighting anew at the knowledge that he would soon follow. The hand around my neck had slid to brace himself against the wall.
âI want to feel you claim me again.â Shortly after those words left my mouth, I heard him groan. He shuddered against me as I felt hot spurts of him against my hip and back. His cheek came to rest against the top of my head. We stayed pressed against the wall as our breathing and heart rates slowed.
âWell Iâm afraid Iâve made a bigger mess than when we started.â My body vibrates against his as I laugh. He pulls me back to the water and gets to work cleaning me off.
âVes. Thank you, for tonight.â The nickname felt a bit strange on my tongue but appropriate given the standing of our relationship now.
âThe pleasure was mine. Thank you for joining us and thank you for indulging me.âÂ
âOf course. I wouldnât miss a once in a lifetime opportunity.â
âIâm flattered⊠We will see each other again, you know.â Now itâs my turn to tilt my head at his words.
âWill we?â The possibility hadnât even crossed my mind. Everything happened so fast.
âIf you would like⊠There is still so much left to explore.â Even in my sated state, the purr of his words spark arousal.Â
âOh I think I would like that very much.â Tension crackles between us. God if I donât get out of here Iâm going to be in over my head. Exhaustion was starting to creep into my bones.Â
âI think itâs past my bedtime.â I say with a yawn. That gets a little laugh out of him.
âWell you run along home before Iâm inclined to drag you back into this cave and never let you go.â Again, heâs teasing, but the edge in his voice promises something darker. âOr someone comes looking for us and turns all those awful lights on.â His hands grip my shoulders as he leans down and plants a kiss on the top of my head. âWe wouldnât want to ruin the mystery.â
âWe sure wouldnâtâ Reluctantly, I walk away. I dry off the lingering evidence of what just occurred between us, slip into my clothes, and return to the harsh light of reality.
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*rings the service bell* hi um i was wondering.. if there's any yakumo temperature play in here? sounds silly but i only realised after i circled the building a few times... that i haven't seen it at all. Seems to be common practice, actually- to not have it. i've visited several other buildings and there's been no sight of it.
which is... strange? if i think about it, it's surprising that i haven't encountered it yet! it sort of makes sense to have them together, you know? considering that temperature is so vital to a snake's perception of the world. and how sensitive reptiles are to temperature fluctuations.
so there's a lot of control to be had here. can you imagine controlling someone's energy level just by adjusting the thermostat? er- well, i guess we already do that. but imagine you put yakumo in an ice bath and he immediately falls asleep. brumation happens instantly now, sorry. and the only way to snap him out of it is to stick a flaming dildo up his ass
what?. no, i mean, restore his regular energy level with a soft warm-up. a heated blanket and a gentle steam. hahaha.
people plunge themselves into ice water before jumping into hot tubs and vice versa- for fun! they do this recreationally!! they call it a "spa treatment" and pay a premium for it! what's wrong with giving yakumo a spa treatment? who are we to deprive him of such sensory luxury?
i'm JUST SAYING that since he naturally gravitates toward heat, you could put him in a hurt AND comfort scenario he could be naked and cold, banished to the distant corner of the room.. but when you offer him a source of warmth, whether that be a hot rock or a warm hand or 20 lit candles suspended above him dripping wax on him at random intervals,,, wouldn't he have a tough time turning down your generosity?
i mean, he certainly would if he was tied up.
see, here's the other thing i cannot quite comprehend-- it's that--- how has a snake yokai not featured bondage scenes yet? i guess there was that one time with the.. hm. no, we shan't talk about the cellar. besides, ONLY ONE TIME is unacceptable for a sentient rope!! although yakumo would love to wrap up his prey and squeeze the cum out of em, i feel like we're missing out on a lot by not OutSnaking the Snake. tie up and restrain the Restrainer. it's just a liiiiittle step farther than putting him in a pillowcase! so mild!!!!
here's a guy who is always worried about losing control/// about being free to wreak havoc on his loved ones, despite his best intentions. so how about we give him a moment of peace? a moment where he believes he's subdued and unable to cause harm? just tie him up! keep him under TIGHT lock and key. (or some nice soft cloths for his sensitive skin, if we're being nice.) honestly, his brain will do the rest of the work. even if he's not truly incapacitated, his desire to BE So can fill the gaps in any questionable knotwork.
while he's half in the prison of his mind and half in the confines you've created for him, take some time to squeeze some whimpers out of him. although it pains me to cover up those soggy eyes, a blindfold may be an intriguing option. is yakumo the type of snake to rely on heat vision? WHY NOT FIND OUT! (if he's not terrified at his loss of sight, then i guess his pit organs are functioning . in which case, the blindfold doesn't really need to stay on. if he IS terrified and feels the loss of visuals acutely, this would be an excellent opportunity to soak in his panic. just for a bit though. we're not so cruel. guide him back with a warm touch. see? playing with fire temperature contrasts can bring such relief!)
maybe i'm getting ahead of myself. i don't expect yakumo temperature play to show up WITH bondage , why- that would be asking a lot, right?
but the basics are simple enough, yes? give the wretched creature the comforting warmth he wants, then perhaps inch closer to something bordering uncomfortable? Too Much? have him seek out what he craves, only to be burned (metaphorically and/or literally) if he indulges himself too much? oops! someone's become a slave to their senses!
i'm just saying that the sensory perception of yokai vs kink is (relatively) unknown territory. if temperature play already messes with humans, what could it possibly do to yakumo? he could experience it in facets unknown to others.-=- to levels others are incapable of appreciating---- like someone with synesthesia who can experience music with another layer of enjoyment.
if you give a snake ice cream, followed by a hot piece of meat [unknown origin], it'll really make him aware of the contrast, hmm??????
anyway. sorry about that. i'm not super clear on the specifics of it all. i just thought it peculiar that i haven't seen the yaku-hot-cold-sensitivity-finagling. out there, in here, nowhere as far as i've seen..
...or is it located in a part of the building i overlooked? if so, could you direct me there? i would really appreciate it.
if you don't have it after all, that's ok. i'll keep a careful watch now that i know what i'm looking for. maybe it's one of those things where, once i actively search for it, i'll notice it everywhere! wouldn't that be delightful!
with that, i guess i'll be on my way. thanks for your patience. yeah, i hope i find it too. have a good one!!
#TEMP PLAY YAKUMO#I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M MAKING THAT A TAG BUT IT'S HAPPENING#wishful thinking probably#.icy hot. yakumo.#laughs at the vague ideas in my imagination#this has been sitting in my drafts for a while now#yes my brain is SUPER muddy on this#you can ask me what specifics i want and i'll go ????????#can't articulate it. can't envision it. i just know i want it#somehow. in some way.#i want him OVERSTIMULATED and COMPELLED BY HIS SENSES and BRAIN OFF and PLIABLE#throw in some distressed squeaks and conflicted gasps while we're at it. shivers for garnish. i'll wait.#toast him in the fires of solaria then offer a cold drink#or freeze him in the mountains before giving him a warm hug#I NEED TO SUBJECT HIM TO INCLEMENT WEATHER#nu carnival yakumo
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devnotes: gale's last night alive / act ii romance scene
i thought i'd share the dev notes for gale's act ii romance scene here because i find they really add to the scene and the understanding of gale's mindset.
the desciption of the scene from the files reads as follows:
The player has accepted a invitation from Gale's hologram projection to come meet the real Gale at a secluded grove at night. There, they speak about how this may be his last night alive, as they near the heart of the Absolute, where Gale is destined to blow himself up. The player probes his mindset and can try to comfort him. Ultimately the scene may become romantic. Gale may lead the player to a magically-infused sex scene amidst the stars, or the player may determine they should take a more grounded approach.
and the cinematic context node is:
Gale: I love this time of light. node context: wistful
Gale: This may be my last night alive. I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty and wonder... and with company to match. cinematicnodecontext: longing look at the player node context: full of longing - Gale: I thought this place might bring me peace. I thought it might make the weight of what I must do feel a little lighter... but I am not so sure. node context: a lot on his mind
Player:Â Is this truly what you want, to die for the promise of Mystra's forgiveness? Gale:Â Babe or crone, coward or hero, death is assured. Mystra's forgiveness is not. If you knew the end was near, would you not want to ensure it had meaning? nodecontext: Quiet dignity
Player:Â It's a heavy burden, yes - but one you're able for. Think of the good your sacrifice will do. Gale:Â I am trying. Believe me, I am. The path is set, and I will not stray from it - even as my heart quakes. I am terrified - I will not claim otherwise. My face could scarcely conceal it even if my words sought to deny it. nodecontext: Hushed, vulnerable Gale:Â There is no point in running from the inevitable. Better to meet it, on my own terms. nodecontext: Resigned
Player:Â Why are you so sure it's inevitable? We haven't even found this 'Heart of the Absolute' yet. Gale:Â I can feel it - ever since we set foot in this strange, corrupted land. The closer we get, the heavier my own heart becomes. nodecontext: Melancholic, comtemplative
the different branching paths open here for either pursuing the romance path, rejecting it, or choosing the friendship version, before then branching out into the astral sea scene, the more 'mundane' scene, as well as the rejection of gale's invitation:
cinematicnodecontext for the kiss: The player and Gale kiss seated on the ground. It's relatively chaste.
Player:Â I'm in love with you too. Gale:Â That's a relief. It would be a shame to spend my final hours making an ass of myself. cinematicnodecontext: relieved chuckle
Player: I don't feel the same way. Gale: I see... well perhaps this is for the best. Should my time be short, you will not be wounded too deeply by my absence. Thank you, for spending this time with me. I think I want to be alone now. nodecontext: quietly crushed
Player:Â I'd rather not listen to you wallowing in self-pity. Good night, Gale. Gale:Â A good night indeed. The fairest I can imagine... nodecontext: player gets up to leave. gale sadly looks away from them, returning his attention to the stars.
Gale:Â Yes... but there is so much to live for, and so few moments in which to house it all. [Approval_AtLeast_30_For_Sp6] Gale:Â Damn you. Damn you for giving me so much to care about. Our friends, our adventures... this would have been so much easier if it was just me. But it isn't. Gale:Â If there is a way - any way - to save all that's grown dear to me, I want to seize it. I just cannot fathom what that might be, other than to fail Mystra and condemn the world. Gale:Â Stay with me, will you? I don't want to think of it any more, but I don't want to be alone either. Player:Â Stay with him and watch the stars in silence. cinematicnodecontext: The player and Gale silently watch the stars. The scene fades out.
from there on, the different versions of the romance scene can play out:
Player:Â I hope that wasn't a parting kiss. Gale:Â Not if I have any say in the matter. Gale:Â I want it to be perfect - to bond with you in the way that gods do... intertwining our spirits in visions of the Weave. nodecontext: gale stands, a little animated as he describes the possibilities of magic love. the player stands.
Player:Â Show me. Gale:Â How about the perfect night in Waterdeep? Yes... Let's imagine how it would be. The scene is this: you and I stand in the room that is the centre of my universe. cinematicnode context:
i love this line personally: this is gale's home and heart of his studies.
it really hammers home the point of what gale is trying to do here, showing the protag all of this, trying to cram as much as he can into this one night he thinks he has left with them.
cinematicnodecontext: Gale pauses, breathing in what illusory seabreeze he may.
i made a gifset a while ago of how deeply gale misses his home and it really struck a chord in me, reading this again in the nodecontext as well.
after this he introduces the book. there aren't many devnotes in that part except for this option here:
cinematic node context: cheeky grin node context: cheeky
after this the two paths diverge between the astral sea scene and the more 'mundane' scene:
the cinematic notes and node context notes for the astral sea scene are the following:
ending with a devnote for a wide cut and a fade to black.
the cinematic context nodes / node context notes for the version where you decline gale's offer are as follows:
Gale: the old ways then. If that is what you wish, so be it.
nodecontext: Tactful, bowing to the player's desires.
Gale: A small gesture towards your comfort. nodecontext:
and of course, there is a nodecontext/devnote too for the option to refuse gale at this point:
Player:Â This is a pleasant fantasy, but no more. Time to return to the real world. Gale:Â As you like. Thank you, for spending this time with me. If only there was more. nodecontext: saddened/resigned, but respectful Player:Â This is a pleasant fantasy, but no more. Time to return to the real world. Gale:Â As you like. Thank you, for spending this time with me. If only there was more. nodecontext: saddened/resigned, but respectful
anyhow, i hope someone found this as informative and interesting as i did. đ€
#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#gale x tav#tav x gale#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 meta#ch: gale dekarios#vg: baldur's gate 3#series: baldur's gate#meta: mybg3
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To Live So Close To The Spotlight (The Zeppo)
I have, in essays past, referred to Xander Harris as one of the most controversial characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. After spending more time in the current fandom landscape, I need to correct that statement. Heâs simply one of the most disliked characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer. A lot of people hate him, and given his appearances up until now, itâs not entirely difficult to see why. Xander is an archetypical example of what I will call the Mild Nerd Guy; a trope born out of the 1980s and its Revenge Of The Nerds-led championing of geek culture. A trope that unfortunately came to dominate genre television throughout the 1990s and 2000s.
This is a character who is defined in opposition to more typical Dashing Action Hero archetypes. Where the Action Hero is strong and muscle-bound, the Mild Nerd Guy is physically weedy. He is often shy and lacking in self-confidence. He will appear creepy when he means to be charming â but in an innocent way that encourages us to feel sympathy with this helplessly befuddled young man. He has interests coded as ânerdyâ â comic books, science, maths, Dungeons and Dragons. He will be unsuccessful with women, and more often than not will concentrate all his sexual energy onto a single desired target: a popular and attractive woman. This woman will - at least at the beginning of the story â neglects his silent pining in favour of clearly undeserving Bad Boys and Popular Jocks. This is where you get is your Scott Pilgrims, your Ross Gellers, your Tom Hansens, your Every Character Anthony Michael Hall Ever Played⊠and yes, your Xander Harrises.Â
In essence, the Mild Nerd Guy is an alternate model of masculinity, one that certain types of men (shy, nerdy, physically weak) may relate to more than the Dashing Action Hero archetype. Unfortunately, while the trope often presents these men as more respectful towards women than their counterparts, the reality is that female autonomy is a secondary concern in both cases. These are competing models that men can use to Earn Women. Neither is actually concerned with the desires and goals of the women involved at all.Â
The Mild Nerd Guy has obvious parallels to the sociological concept of the Nice Guy, a term that most in feminist circles should be comfortably au fait with by now. The Nice Guy feels deserving of the attentions of women solely because of his lack of overt hostility towards them, and resents them when this ânicenessâ is not immediately rewarded with sexual favours. While the two concepts should not be conflated â one is a writing trope while the other is a social phenomenon â they are inextricably linked. Media informs the way we interact with the world, and the world informs the way we interact with media. Male entitlement engorges itself with stories of men winning women through inaction - the implication being that men deserve the attentions of women by default, and should be upset when it is not automatically bestowed upon them.
Meanwhile, women who have firsthand experience of this entitlement and the behaviour it encourages will naturally be fed up with it, and will bring that frustration into their consumption of media. They will take one look at a Scott Pilgrim or Xander Harris and be immediately, justifiably repulsed. While the more fantastical crimes of Angel or Spike can be easily forgiven, everyday crimes cannot. Most women have never met a serial killer. Weâve all met a creepy nerd.Â
This is not a criticism of viewers who have reacted in that way. The common accusation of Xander being a âNice Guyâ I believe an inaccurate read on his character and a misuse of a term meant for the analysis of reality and not fiction. However, I canât blame anyone who makes that instinctive leap. In fact I would say that bringing oneâs own experiences to the consumption of media is the only correct way to watch television. And yet, I canât count myself truly among that crowd. Despite my distaste for the simpering entitlement this trope has encouraged in male nerd circles, and despite the times I have been disgusted by a line Nicholas Brendon has been made to deliver thus far, I canât say that I donât like Xander. In fact, I would say I like Xander, and this episode is a big reason why.
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GoFundMe - Apartment Transfer
Really did not think that I would be making one of these again. But yours truly, Prompt Prophet, cannot catch a break. Every time that I think I am it seems to them just be ripped right back away.
Note: any further proof you require, please contact me at my main, @prophet-rebellion, and I will do what I can to show you.
$400/$400
Links:
GoFundMe
PayPal
Venmo
Please note that this following update means that anybody who wanted to send additional funds for my current roommates cat - Do Not. I want nothing to do with her. Her cat did nothing but after all this I am done. Not funds had been sent for that cat yet but they had been inquired about being a possibility.
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TL;DR - my apartment that told me they were moving my nightmare of a roommate with something called a forced transfer, then apparently reversed their decision (despite documentation) and did not tell me. The only way for me to get out now is to pay a $300 Transfer Fee + Applicable costs to get out as soon as I can. Giving up the apartment I have lived at for almost 2 years now.
The full explanation I gave is under the cut.
Please note I do not want to be doing this, and as soon as I hit $400 the GoFundMe is getting closed. People are struggling enough right now and I hate asking for monetary help when I know this much.
But god, for the sake of myself and my cat I cannot do this. I can't live here with her anymore, but I can't break my lease either.
FULL EXPLANATION (copied from GoFundMe):
Many of you know me for raising funds regarding my cats, either in the search for one of them as being missing, or more recently to raise funds for the other for ear mite treatment.
We reached the full goal of ear mite treatment within 24 hours of the fundraiser being set up - and it feels wrong in a sense to add the funds to that GoFundMe. The Ear Mite treatment is still happening and I fully intend to post an update photo of her at the vet there when I can.
However, to this end, so much as I do not want to be asking for help.
Living with my current roommate is hell. Cut and dry. She is vindictive, rude, loud, and confrontational. Her own cat has a tendency to attack my own and has on many occasions. This roommate was moved into the apartment in June, I have been here for more than a year and a half.
I will save you most of the story because there is an incredible amount, honestly, and I have cried more than my fair share today. My body is threatening more tears as I work through writing this now.
Incredibly important note: one of my old roommates is moving back in, she is a good friend of mine. However, given all that my current one has done, the original roommate refuses to move back if the current one is still present. I cannot blame her as the actions of my current roommate have driven me to locking myself in my room 24/7, along with my ESA. I wish that this was an exaggeration. It is not.
The brunt of the situation comes down to this:
We had mediation, my current roommate and I, and it was about as useless as you would believe it to be.
Nothing changed, in fact any things reverted back to the way they had been or seemingly got worse.
I went to speak with the property manager one-on-one to bring the full story to light along with evidence to backup what I was saying. I completely broke down at this point in time. I cannot break my lease, I cannot escape my current roommate - I am caged.
What was decided in that meeting was that they would be performing a forcible transfer of my roommate - she would be moving to another apartment, same layout, same size room, etc. But out. We would then phase my soon-to-be roommate back in (she had not originally renewed her lease because she was going to be gone for some time). This meeting was on Friday. I was told by the property manager that the following Monday she was going to have a meeting with my current roommate and inform her of this. The whole process would supposedly take about 2 weeks. (It should also be included that my current roommate has had multiple violations of her lease which I had documented). This decision was then further documented by an email they sent to my soon-to-be roommate stating that upon her arrival into the apartment, my current roommate would be gone. So this is an actual documented decision.
The two weeks was almost up and nothing had been heard, my roommate had not packed, etc. So yesterday (October 17th) I sent an email to which I got no reply. Today (October 18th) I went and spoke to the leasing manager (different from the Property Manager, whom is ranked just above her). the LM had no idea what I was talking about. She then spoke with the PM, who I had met with and called me back.
Apparently, the Property Manager, in her meeting the following Monday decided that actually we would continue to live together. My current roommate would no longer be moved out. This sudden change was not communicated to myself or my soon-to-be roommate who was refiling her lease under the impression the issue would be gone.
No curtsey to respond to my email, no honoring a DOCUMENTED decision. Etc. Just radio silence to me.
The only two options available are this - since they are now also giving my soon-to-be (hopefully) roommate a hard time about her income.
1. Myself and my soon-to-be roommate are moved from our original apartment to a different and fully vacant apartment.
(This is the decision we are going with on the grounds that my STB roommate be accepted).
2. My STB roommate does not move in at all and cancels her lease process, leaving me along in the apartment with my devil of a roommate and her cat that keeps attacking my own.
This second option is not sustainable. I am breaking, entirly. I am so tired, and so done with this all.
I do not want to give up where I have lived for almost two years becuase the actions of a vindictive new arrival. But I cannot stay here. If I could break my lease then I would. Because the Property Manager is the highest authority present at the office there is nobody I can go to above her that will hold her to her documented word and honor it. (I did but in a request to the corporation that owns my complex to speak with them about her conduct, but I doubt anything will come of it outside of retaliation).
The reality of option 1 however, is that it is no longer considered a forced transfer. Meaning that i have to pay the transfer fee listed in my lease of $300 plus applicable fees ("convenience" fee and card transfer %). I cannot move apartments until this fee is paid.
Therefore I am setting the amount at $400 to account for the percentage that GFM takes, and the amount that the apartments themselves will be taking on.
I have no set goal for how fast this will be filled, but by God, the sooner the better. I am not renewing my lease and remaining her after it ends in June.
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RE: Ruidusborn superstition - It's weird because Matt has had several opportunities to make it about persecution and hasn't. Laura could've made it a stronger point in her backstory with Gelvaan and didn't. This rounding up Ruidusborn and throwing them in jail is a theoretical crime that a bad guy in a cult told them might happen.Â
Dealing with the unfair persecution of non Vanguard Ruidusborn in the fallout of this could be interesting to explore, but a) it hasnât happened yet and b) still entirely the fault of the Vanguard for, ya know, all the crime. I just donât get why some folks arenât exploring the actual interesting conflict in front of them (i.e. being tied to something inherently destructive, your parent using you as a justification for her crimes, etc.) and instead make it about some secret twist coming that will totally make Liliana and the Vanguard âcorrectâ actually in order to (I assume?) justify Imogenâs brief consideration of them and dunk on Orym for having the audacity to not be objective about the organization that killed his family.
Hey anon,
This is a very good point re: the actual conflicts present. I know I've been guilty of going hard on Liliana and the thing is I do find her a profoundly compelling and sympathetic villain. I think she was placed in an impossible position by Predathos imbuing her with troubling and at times painful powers; that despite having good intentions with regards to the nature of Ruidus (there is a lot of value in both studying it and in concealing its nature, depending on your perspective) people other than Ludinus were unable to give her answers and so she was easy prey for his cult; and she has since been driven by these motivations so far down the road of the Ruby Vanguard that even when the daughter she has believed herself for so long to be protecting tries to give her an out and asks her why she's doing this, she can't answer but is terrified of leaving. She is very sympathetic. She is very much a villain. And yes, I'll cover Orym in a second.
The following is, by necessity due to the nature of what I want to discuss, going to touch on some real-world politics though mostly in the sense of abstract strategy with very few specific actual positions. I want to note that we are talking about a fictional work here, and while I do have some presumptions regarding the people advocating for the Vanguard, they are just that - presumptions. I will only say that if this is how the people advocating for the Vanguard engage with people in real-world activism (if they partake in that in the first place), this may be a revealing insight into why they are perhaps less than successful.
Every argument in favor of killing the gods ultimately presupposes killing the gods is correct. They are all, ultimately, either tautological (we should kill the gods because they are deserving of death) and assume that the only objective conclusion is "we should kill the gods", therefore anything other than "we should kill the gods" cannot be objective.
I may be repeating myself since I've said this a lot since the last episode but: there as a truly bone-chilling lack of empathy in thestatement that Orym needs to stop bringing up his dead family and get over it and be objective (read: agree with the premise that the gods should be killed). Actually, if you are a person capable of perceiving others as people, you will likely realize that it is cruel and absurd to expect someone to say "this group murdered my family, but because they did so with the correct motivations, I shall stop mentioning it." As you indicated, it's bizarre that Orym is expected to set the wholesale murder - deliberately set up with no hope of resurrection, just to twist the knife - aside, but Imogen is never expected to set aside the (let's face it, extremely tenuous, given that Liliana's been absent for over a quarter-century) feelings about her mother, a person who recruits child soldiers, turned Vax into an orb, and is a general in the death cult that murdered Orym's husband and father. Like, in a real-world scenario, someone in Orym's position very well might have just left over this. Your friends keep failing to consider your trauma? Perhaps it's time to, painful as it may be, find friends who will be sensitive. [I don't want to focus on the shipping or character dynamic aspects with that particularly argument against Orym, but this is a fictional work and I do think another running theme in all sorts of discourse is that you do not need to justify your ships as logical, and when you do, you really do sound like "why doesn't Ross, the largest friend, simply eat all the other friends." There are logical reasons why Orym might not want to talk with, for example, Fearne or Ashton; but also the heart wants what it wants, and again, if you aren't truly ignorant about the way human psychology works you have to acknowledge that.]
Before I move on to other items I want to note I've as of late seen attempts not just to discredit Orym but to pathologize his behavior as self-harming or moral OCD or a failure to get fully over grief (again, an expectation that is not just devoid of empathy but also sets the standard of 'get over grief' as "agrees with me") and not just "hey, this group killed my husband and father in front of me and I understandably will not budge on this particular front. So there's also a growing ableist push, here, because someone doesn't agree with you and will not agree with you and also might want to kiss someone different than whom you want them to kiss.
As of late, the banner of those wronged by the gods has shifted from any of Bells Hells to those of Aeor, and that is a bad sign in a D&D campaign. If you need to set aside the PCs in order to rely on NPCs who have not shown up in the current narrative? You are clinging to a melting iceberg, my man. (More so after invoking FCG as one of the victims of Aeor's demise, rather than someone created to be used for malicious purposes by Aeor; and even more so after they destroyed themself specifically in heroic sacrifice to save the rest of the party from a Vanguard general.). But more seriously, the focus on Aeor feels reminiscent of advocacy for the unborn; or, to take a page from my own personal experiences and move this back into a fandom realm, the way people will frequently more loudly decry antisemitism for depictions of goblins than for, say, the fact that I don't know of an American synagogue that hasn't experienced a bomb threat in the past 10 years. It's very easy to advocate for corpses or fetuses over the living, or for fictional characters over real people who might be less than perfect. Much easier to ensure they never do such inconvenient things as disagree with you or have their own suggestions or be complicated. It hearkens back to some of the conversations I and others had earlier this campaign about a denial of agency because by making characters victims "stripped of choice," (always that phrasing) suddenly they can't do wrong. They make for a shit story, but at least you can feel morally pure about your flavorless cardboard that ultimately means nothing in-world or out. (And if they don't have agency, that means your morality pet can't run away. Or blow themselves up in a stunning rejection of your argument.)
Returning to the Vanguard: an ongoing discussion in activist spaces (and internet ones as well) is that there's a weird ignorance of optics as an important factor in activism. I know it seems frustrating - why can't people just see that this cause is just - but optics have always been a crucial part of any successful movement. I mean, even if you do believe that we need to do more to combat climate change - and I do - my, and most people's response to the environmental activists who keep throwing soup or paint on artwork is "ugh, this again?" I mean, functionally, while the cause is far more just, it's not terribly distinct from the weird-ass He Gets Us ad campaign; most people are going to say "and you're doing this instead of anything helpful...why?" The Vanguard's optics SUCK. Sure, they've fomented some unrest, but it is an unfortunate truth that the vast majority of people will prefer the inherent violence of a stable system that they are used to over violent unrest. For a successful coup or radical change, either you need to strike at the seat of power extremely quickly or you need to show that you are the more, for lack of a better term, civilized option, and the Vanguard has failed utterly in both these. You're going to get a few places like Hearthdell (though, really, how long will that last given that they got rid of the temple without a scrap of help from Ludinus) but you're going to get a lot of places where city dwellers say "ugh, these stupid crystals are so fucking loud, could this motherfucker shut up" and you're also going to get no shortage of places that say "my family member was taken in by this cult" or "these guys murdered my professor". The rightness or wrongness of the Vanguard's politics aside, a lot of people in-world are likely to side with Orym - these people are murderers who disturb the peace and we should stop them. The cause is lost. Is it, in some absolute sense, fair that people will judge you more for how you convey a message than what the message is? No, although if you convey it in rivers of blood, then, perhaps, yes. But it is, fair or not, often true.
Which brings me back to Orym. I think the reason people are stooping so low specifically to malign and discredit Orym is because he brings all of the above uncomfortably to light. He's aligned with Keyleth, who quite frankly until pretty recently was, within the fandom, partly as (understandable) backlash to the hate she received, and partly because she was, if nothing else, always portrayed as someone deeply attuned to the human costs, treated as a morally infallible authority; and she is no friend to the gods yet still believes their demise is far too great a risk to take. Again, thinking of yourself as Exandria's equivalent of the man on the street (Imahara Joe the Plumber?), are you going to listen to "those people killed my husband and father to prove a hypothesis so that they could tether the moon?" or "my mom, who left me when I was two years old and never came back or sent a letter, is one of those people?" And that's assuming Imogen's even going to make that argument, which, as her actions indicate, she's probably not going to. But most of all I think they really don't like that Orym isn't backing down from "That is the blade that killed my father and husband. She is not right." He's kept to this story the entire time, while the positions of others have evolved. And he's telling the truth. Every time he says this, I think anyone who isn't actually a complete black hole of empathy must confront how much of their humanity they are supressing just to make a poorly-argued point about a D&D show and I'd imagine that can't make one feel very good.
I think people are terrified of Orym's conviction, because he has shown, time and time again, that he is not going to be swayed. I don't think, in fact, that he's going to be swayed by seeing Aeor, should that happen, since Aeor was destroyed a thousand years before he, Will, or Derrig were born, and their murders failed to undo that harm in any way. A really good way to turn people away from your cause, even if it's a good one, is killing those they love. And again, it's fine if you see that position as unfair, or ignorant, or even amoral. It's also extremely true. And I think people realize it's true, given that the only defenses I've seen for Liliana have been "well, but she's Imogen's mother" and "well, it's shockingly easy for people to fall into a cult, because this has happened to my family members." Clearly, we agree that people will place personal connections and the pain of those close to them over ideology. Orym's is just really inconvenient for some people, and so he must be discredited.
In the end: the people in the story who at every turn choose manipulation, indoctrination, violence, subjugation, and conquest are saying "This is the way; you just have to trust me." Is it any surprise most people watching the show are saying "No, I don't think I will"?
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I feel so shy not being able to hide in the anon asks but for the sake of desperation I'll ask anyway.
First of all I must say that I love the way you express yourself, because even though you are against some things, or at least you don't like them. You express it so well and so respectful that's addicting.
Anyway the questions were what you thought about Tim+Kon+Bernard, because I've seen a lot of people talking about it but I don't know if it makes much sense if you think of their relationship.
Also if you had some songs that reminded you of Kon I'd love the recs! Because I'm still a newbie in the whole DC comics, but I've been having a Kon brain rot for a while.
Sorry if I don't express myself correctly, English isn't my first language. If any of this makes you uncomfy please feel free of ignoring me and I hope you have plenty of good days!!đđ Be careful to not catch a cold
aww thank you that's very sweet of you to say!!! :D i do love to simply start talking and rambling all the time. one of my top skills. (and yeah i turned off anon asks a while ago because unfortunately talking about racism in fandom often gets you labelled a bitch with a terrible personality đâ alas!)
as for tim/kon/bernard ... i really, really dislike that ship. it takes everything i already strongly dislike about tim/ber (tim drake: robin is the worst comic i've ever read, and i'm including jeph loeb's supergirl when i say this), and multiplies it by a factor of about 500.
my biggest problem with tim/ber is that megfitz wrote them with absolutely no actual chemistry. there is nothing in the text to tell me why they actually like each other. there is nothing in the text that tells me what the issues in their relationship are, or how they might grow together as people, or anything. which is absolutely insane because you'd think "bernard knows tim's secret identity, but has not told tim that he knows" would be a MAJOR point of conflict, but instead it's just completely glossed over to the point of the comic asking us to accept that the bats would ever allow a mob of random civilians on a mission with them. there's stretching suspension of disbelief, and then there's putting suspension of disbelief on the medieval torture rack and tearing it apart. like. come ON. (tdr is also like. teehee gentrification but its cute? which is insane to me in a different way. its just. its so bad. its such a bad comic.)
so adding kon to that mix kind of gives me hives because a) we have all of my issues with tdr being incredibly inconsistent, both internally and with all existing tim characterization ever, and b) it brings up all of my issues with how kon has been written since yj2019. which i could get into Yet Again but in the interests of being at least a little bit concise, it's also incredibly inconsistent and drives me bonkers. so the concept of this ship just makes me go "why the FUCK" because i just truly genuinely cannot fathom why kon and bernard would ever give a shit about each other. i can barely even fathom why tim and bernard give a shit about each other because megfitz did the comic script equivalent of picking up two barbie dolls and mashing them together and going LOOK THEYRE IN LOVE. they have no consistent characterization under her pen.
so adding kon into that just makes me want to tear my hair out a little bit because. like. to be entirely honest i don't know how some random dude from one of tim's many high schools who tim was friendly with, sure, but not particularly close with, can hold a candle to Whatever The Fuck Tim And Kon Have Going On. especially with how flat their relationship reads to me in tdr (what do they even like about each other??? why is bernard in fucking biophysics or whatever while wanting to be a chef??? why does tim not go "you know culinary school exists right??" when he finds out??? how am i supposed to believe that tim "duty" drake would ever leave people in a burning building just for his sad boyfriend??? that batman and co would ever let a bunch of civilians fight alongside them - or for that matter, that they'd need bernard to tell them tim's in trouble?? what the fuck alternate dimension are they from where any of this makes sense???). tim/ber just is such a nothing ship to me that adding kon to it is just like. EXTREME nothing. to me tim/ber/kon is basically a flag that says "i don't care about characterization" and it's just so very deeply NOT my thing at all whatsoever.
...which is why to ME tim's first boyfriend is ives, not bernard, and in this essay i will--
ahem. anyways!! re: kon songs, oh man i have a lot. i have a whole playlist even. with a linked document to explain every song choice. i also lately have been thinking about making a second playlist for all the songs that didn't make it onto the first one!! much to consider.
also don't worry your english is totally fine â„ and it's very sweet of you to wish me well healthwise and also a little funny because actually i am just getting over a cold that had me sniffly and miserable most of last week. but i'm much better tonight so yippee!! thank you again :D
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