#and an avie if you care about those

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I think we all need to step back and acknowledge how funny the Wheel of Monotony is

Like yeah there's a wheel of monotony. yes it takes like 2–9 hours to stop spinning. no the prizes aren't good. have fun

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Avy jorrāelan

req: full request here.

warnings: smut, canon typical targaryen incest, male! brother!reader, bottom!r, top!jace, this is longer than i expected, smut with plot, hand job

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As much as you adored your brother, he had always been distant. When growing up, he didnt do much with you, always off training or something. But he was always sweet, and kind to you when you were together. You remembered many fond moments you shared during your childhood with the boy.

You’re not quite sure when this innocent crush on him started. For most of your life, you had only been around your family, clinging to Jace most of all, following him around like a lost puppy. You grew up around him, you knew him more than anyone else had. You only wanted to serve him, to be loved by him.

Jacaerys was none the wiser about your infatuation with him, of course, he was always confused by the sudden gifts that sometimes flooded his room, the compliments, the staring, and the affection you showed him. He brushed it off as an innocent fascination and adoration from his brother.

Jace didn’t know that everything he said to you replayed in your mind constantly, overthinking every little word and sentence he uttered, breaking the sentences apart to understand what he had meant. Jace didn't know that you held onto every little crumb of affection he gave you, that those crumbs had given you more hope that perhaps your brother shared the same love for you as you did him.

And so, as the war began, time passed and lives were ended, the council talked and talked about alliances they could make and how. That is when they came up with an idea that for some reason, infuriated Jace. 

“Prince Jacaerys, sir, he’s old enough to be wed, and this alliance would help, I do not see why n-” one protested, thinking the idea to be a rather smart one.

Jace shook his head before interrupting the man. “I do not want to hear about it anymore. There has to be better options.” He ignored the odd look that Rhaenyra gave him, turning his head the other way. 

Later that night, in his bed. He sat staring at his high ceiling, wondering over and over why he cared so much about whether you should be married off or not. Nothing he did distracted him from his thoughts, and he struggled deeply to sleep, tossing and turning throughout the entire night.

The next morn, you walked with one goal in your mind. With the war raging on and people counting on you all, you knew what you had to do. You breathed heavily as you stepped into the dragonpit, Silverwing in the middle.

You took a deep breath, walking closer and closer to the large silver dragon. She huffed in your face, staring curiously at you. You had decided that she would be the best dragon, because she tend to be more docile and kinder to strangers.

You had lessons as a child on how to claim a dragon, just never made no actual effort to claim one. But you knew that today was the day. Her tail whipped around, you yelping, ducking under it so that it didn’t crush you and fling you to the walls.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice shout from behind you, your brother. You didn’t glance back at him, gulping before you attempted to mount her, putting your hands on her sides, gently petting her.

“Lykirī.” You murmured to her, watching her head stare at you, move closer to your figure. You shut your eyes, feeling her hot breath near your face. Your breathing was erratic, and you knew you had to calm down before you did anything.

The creature let out a loud roar, you slightly stumbling back, but regaining your balance. You turned to the dragon now, staring at her, your brother far behind standing with Rhaenyra. “Lykirī.” You repeated to the dragon.

Rhaenyra held out a hand in front of the boy, like he made an attempt to get you away from the dragon.

You turned your attention back to the dragon, large beady eyes staring into yours. You calmed your breathing, reminding yourself that this dragon would help your mother, would help your brother. And that was all the reason you needed.

You took a deep breath, slowly climbing on top of the dragon, who let out quieter noises now, still following your every move. You mounted the dragon successfully, smiling widely as you stared down at her. You grabbed onto the reins at her sides tightly.

“Sovès.” You told her, and she took off into the air. With the wind in your hair, and the clouds below you, you felt peace. That was until you went back onto the ground, your smile falling when you hopped off of silverwing, being met face to face with Jace, who didn’t look as happy as your mother did.

She spoke a congratulations, Jace glaring at you and not speaking a word until you both were alone, and he gripped your arm, pulling you aside.

"What were you thinking?" he asked urgently, his furrowed brow revealing his frustration. You stood there, confused, unable to understand why he was so upset.

“Wh- what? Why are you mad?” You asked the boy, shoving his arm off of you. He huffed, glancing around.

“Because, that was an incredibly dangerous thing to do. You didn’t even think to tell us? To tell me? You just marched on in here! You could’ve gotten hurt! What if we hadn’t been there and something happened? I would’ve never been able to forgive myself!”

“I wanted you to be happy for me, proud of me!” You scoffed, folding your arms over your chest, trying to fight the tears that dared to fall.

“It was stupid, y/n. Gods, why must you be so…”

You looked at the boy, the tears falling once you couldn’t help it anymore. “So what, Jace?”

“Nevermind.” He sighed, shaking his head, glancing down at the floor and avoiding your teary eyes. He hated when you cried, but now he had no one to blame but himself.

“Say it!” You told him, bringing your hand up and shoving his shoulder. “Say it! I’m so what, Jace? I’m stupid?”

“Your decisions are stupid.”

You bitterly laughed at his response, shaking your head. “I am stupid. I am utterly stupid for thinking that you would be happy for me.” You mumbled, he attempted to stop you when you turned, hearing his shout your name.

The next few days, you sulked around, everyone had noticed it, and was confused at your odd behavior. You hadn’t talked to Jace since then, avoiding him like the plague. You simply glanced at each other when you were at the table, but not uttering a word.

Jace had enough. The silence between the both of you was killing him. You being upset over him was killing him. So, he took a deep breath, before quietly knocking on your door, as to not wake or disturb anyone else.

You walked over to the door, opening it and peeking out. You opened it more upon seeing Jace.

“What?” You murmured to the boy, not quite wanting to see him.

“Can you come out?”

Your eyebrows raised, tilting your head in confusion. “W-what?”

“Please. Just come out of your room. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be.” You responded.

“I have our dragons ready for us.”

This piqued your curiosity, you opening the door wider. “Why?”

“I thought we should go out and fly.” He shrugged, glancing around. “Come on.”

You sighed, silently closing the door behind you and following Jace outside, where Silverwing and Vermax sat, waiting for you both to mount them.

You shook your head, smiling at your brothers idea.

“Does anyone know?” You asked him quietly. He smiled back at you, shaking his head, walking over to Vermax while you walked to Silverwing, both of you mounting the dragons at the same time.

You held onto the reins, glancing at your brother as you spoke to your dragon. “Sovès.”

You took off into the sky, your brother not far behind. After you were above the clouds, you stopped her, and you were drifting now. Jace caught up, your dragons side by side.

“I’m sorry for how I acted. The other day.” He told you, you turning to face him. His face looked guilty, like he had held his regrets.

“I am sorry as well.” You admitted.

“Don’t be. It was me who was being unreasonable.” He shrugged, small smile gracing his features now.

As he stared at you, and you stared back, Jacaerys had come to a realization. He was in love with you. That’s what’s been eating at him forever. He’s kept his feelings down in his chest, pushing them away anytime the thought came up. He realized it now.

You swallowed, turning to face the sky again. His gaze remained on you. You both talked, about honestly everything and anything you could. You had missed his smile, his laughter. Your heart was slowly mending back together with each moment you had with the boy.

After a while of talking and riding both dragons, you both landed outside, handing the dragons back to the dragon keepers outside. You both laughing as you ran down the halls, you opening your room doors after sneaking past some guards.

Your brother stood in front of you, leaning in your doorway when you entered. You quirked an eyebrow at the boy, he swallowed, stepping closer to you, his hands going to your face.

Your mouth went agape when his hands cupped your cheeks, his eyes boring into yours. You slowly leaned in, shutting your eyes, his lips meeting yours halfway.

You both melted into the kiss. He closed the doors behind him, gently pushing your further into the room, and then onto your bed.

His hand was on the small of your back, he panted for air when he pulled away, looking down at you underneath his body. You smiled up at the boy, heart racing at what was about to come.

His pace was slow once he was inside of you, you clutching tightly onto his back, holding his body closer to yours. You let out grunts and groans, both your noises filling up the room.

“I love you.” He mumbled to you, the confession making his heart feel lighter. You looked at the boy with all the adoration and love he swears he’s ever felt.

“Avy jorrāelan.” You replied softly, his eyes searching yours. His hand went down too your cock, you letting out a moan. He leaned down, pushing his mouth onto yours again as he began to tug at your member, your pre-cum falling onto his hands.

“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He muttered against your shoulder blade, kissing the skin there as well. His breath fell hot on it.

“I’ve waited longer for you.” You chuckled lowly, feeling his lips quirk up into a smile against your shoulders.

“Mayhaps.” He breathed out, feeling that familiar coil build in his stomach. You looked down where you both connected, before looking back at him.

“Jace…” you cried out at a particular thrust, his hands working at your cock faster.

“I know, I know.” He sighed out, feeling his release close as well. He placed a kiss on your collarbone, shooting his cum inside you with a groan, and yours spilling onto his hand.

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༊*·˚ ━━━ ¡ 𝐀. 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐆 • 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 !

༊*·˚ warnings : fluff & SMUT ( MDNI 18+ )

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༊*·˚ author’s note : this was so enjoyable to do 😭😭 the list is quite lengthy — and there was so much more to bring together, lol. I hope this is enjoyable to read and that I somewhat did Patti LuPone’s character, Avis Amberg justice with these headcanons ! Lemme know your thoughts ! Happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate ! 🍂 Mwuah !! <33

SFW :

༊*·˚ AVIS AMBERG is incredibly careful about your rendezvous, choosing discreet locations like upscale hotels or isolated spots far from prying eyes.

༊*·˚ Her visits to the Golden Tip Gasoline are calculated, never too frequent or predictable, to avoid raising suspicion — especially when it comes to being seen with a young gal such as yourself.

༊*·˚ Important, fleeting note : you’re the first female to work in the Golden Tip Gasoline.

༊*·˚ When Ernie sends a note your way that a favored and certain customer of his was willing to pay double of what was usual to maintain discretion and to steal a moment with you, you knew by that smirk and glint in his eyes that you couldn’t say no.

༊*·˚ Avis is a woman who knows the power of her allure, no matter her age.

༊*·˚ Flustered — you’re indeed very fucking flustered the first time especially given her STRAIGHTFORWARDNESS, yet it’s endearing to her.

༊*·˚ You do love how blunt she is though and eventually get used to it.

༊*·˚ She wants to do it again, and you would be lying ( and fucking stupid ) if you said you didn’t want to — 3 to 4 ‘acts of services’ of exhilaration and fun escalated to a full-on affair.

༊*·˚ She flirts effortlessly with you, her smoky voice dropping to a whisper whenever she addresses you, her lips always curving into a faint, knowing smile while basking in the way you flush at her words.

༊*·˚ ESPECIALLY WITH THE NICKNAMES SHE CALLS YOU —

༊*·˚ “ Darling girl,” “mama’s girl,” “doll,” “sweetheart,” “kitten,” “you little minx” “darling”

༊*·˚ Or when the faint yet pigmented traces of her red lips taint your cheeks, your jawline, your temple, or trail along your neck and collarbone — SHE BEAMS WITH PRIDE AND SATISFACTION WHILE ALL YOU CAN DO IS JUST STARE AT HER WITH A STUPID LOVESICK SMILE. ( this is fucking headcanon for Lilia Calderu as well — DISAGREE WITH ME IF YOU DARE. )

༊*·˚ Avis loves teasing you. CANNOT resist gently poking fun at you, whether it’s the way you blush under her gaze or stumble over your words when she leans in too close. Her teasing is always playful, her tone laced with affection.

༊*·˚ She brings touches of her opulent life into your world. Perfume lingering on the clothes she’s discarded, the soft leather of her handbag brushing against your arm, or the way she lights a cigarette with a gold lighter — it’s a stark contrast to your simpler life and a reminder of the gap between you.

༊*·˚ 100 % a good and attentive listener !!!

༊*·˚ Despite the differences in your worlds, Avis genuinely wants to know about your thoughts, dreams, and past. When you speak, she watches you closely, her brown gaze unwavering, her attention making you feel more seen than you’ve ever been.

༊*·˚ From the way your fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt when you’re nervous to the way your voice becomes faint when you’re tired, she’s attuned to all your quirks. She has a sharp eye for detail, and while she doesn’t always mention these observations, her actions show she’s paying attention.

༊*·˚ You remind her she’s more than her reputation. Avis is used to being seen as a symbol of wealth, power, or beauty, but she loves when you make her feel like a person. A woman. Someone who’s flawed, complex, and deeply loved for who she is—not what she represents.

༊*·˚ Show her that she’s cherished, even in small ways.

༊*·˚ Avis adores the little things you do to show your devotion — like carrying something for her, warming her hands with yours, or whispering her name in a way that’s just for her. Or even small love-written notes you may sneak into her purse or leave behind.

༊*·˚ It’s in these gestures that she feels truly adored.

༊*·˚ You make her smile. Like, truly, REALLY smile, cheekbones slightly accentuated — there’s this smoldering depth in her eyes when she looks at you as you speak or does something, and when you catch her looking at you like that, your brain just cuts circuits and you feel yourself melting into a puddle because what the fuck —

༊*·˚ In her world of facades and half-truths, your openness is refreshing. Even when you hesitate or stumble over your words, she appreciates the sincerity in everything you say.

༊*·˚ Admires how you respect her boundaries!! Avis values your understanding of her limits. She loves that you don’t push her to share more than she’s comfortable with or question the life she’s built outside of your relationship. Your respect for her choices deepens her trust in you.

༊*·˚ Expect to hear her talk shit about people, even those she loves ( Ellen included, sorry pooks —), in the industry — and expect her to be RIGHT because her words are not spoken without blunt TRUTH. You never disagree with her, although you do shed slight light depending on who it is ( except Ace. Fuck Ace. )

༊*·˚ Though she’d never admit it, Avis is sentimental about your affair. A small book you’d been reading in the passenger seat of her car, the handkerchief you left at her hotel once—all these small things find their way into her collection of keepsakes.

༊*·˚ Avis isn’t outwardly possessive, but there’s an edge to her when she perceives competition. If she catches a whiff of you being overly friendly with someone else, her smiles get tighter, and her touches that night are more deliberate, as if reasserting her claim.

༊*·˚ She pays Ernie fucking extra for your attention to only be provided for her.

༊*·˚ You have to make it clear on more than one occasion that she does not have to pay for your attention, when she’s already captured it entirely —

༊*·˚ You seek her approval and praise. When she throws a compliment or words of advice your way, you greedily and most eagerly consume that into your brain and heart.

༊*·˚ While Avis does here and there tease and dangle the age card on you, you trust and deeply value her judgment, her choice of words, her opinions, and thoughts, and not just because she is someone you adore and become a literal hole for, but because she IS Avis Amberg, a regal and intelligent woman who’s walked the earth longer than you have.

༊*·˚ She more than anyone understands the things one must do and sacrifices one must make to survive in this world. She understands why you do what you do — such as work at the Golden Tip Gas.

༊*·˚ “You’re smarter than this place, doll. Don’t let it keep you boxed in.”

༊*·˚ It’s her way of lifting you up while reminding you that she sees your potential beyond that place.

༊*·˚ Definitely encourages you to pursue your dreams, and depending on what your ideal career is, she will push and pull at strings so her girl can get one step ahead to where she wants to be.

༊*·˚ Avis definitely fusses over you sometimes. If she notices you’ve been overworking or looking too tired, she might hand you a flask of expensive whiskey or tuck a crisp bill into your shirt pocket with a teasing comment about taking care of yourself.

༊*·˚ Avis is NOT afraid to show you tough love. Does not like to sugarcoat things. Her maternal streak doesn’t mean she’ll coddle or indulge weakness. She’ll tell you the truth, even if it’s hard to hear, but her words are always laced with an undercurrent of care.

༊*·˚ Not only supports but pushes you, and it’s because she believes in your potential and wants you to succeed. “You’re strong, don’t let the world treat you like a little bitch, darling.”

༊*·˚ You smother her with affection, SHE SMOTHERS YOU WITH GIFTS.

༊*·˚ The first time she gives you something, you’re hesitant to accept it. Her brow arched, a soft laugh escaping her as she leaned closer to murmur, “It’s for me as much as it is for you, kitten. Humor me, won’t you?”

༊*·˚ Avis knows you might hesitate to accept her generosity, given your position and hers. She always reassures you with a soft smile and a murmured, “It’s nothing, darling. Let me take care of you.” Or , “Don’t argue with me. Mama likes to spoil her girl.”

༊*·˚ A novel by an author you may have mentioned in passing, or a scarf in your favorite color, or a bracelet with a charm that carries a secret significance between the two of you, she’ll get it for you.

༊*·˚ When you proudly wear or use something she’s gifted with gleam, those brown pools of hers shimmer with unmistakable pride. She may trail her fingers along the edge of the fabric she bought for you or comment softly, “You make it look better than I imagined.”

༊*·˚ She sometimes indulges in a more extravagant gift — a pair of earrings, a silk dress, or something that feels out of reach for your world. When she does, her tone is casual, as though it’s no trouble for her to provide such luxuries, but her eyes gleam with satisfaction when she sees your stunned expression.

༊*·˚ Avis is a proud woman, and though she’s not one for grand declarations, she doesn’t like it when you question her affections. “Must I always remind you how much you mean to me?” she’ll say with a soft sigh, cupping your chin to force you to look her in the eye.

༊*·˚ There’s a touch of insecurity on your part. Being with someone as poised and powerful as Avis can feel overwhelming. Sometimes you wonder why she’s with you, a nobody compared to her glamorous life. But she has a way of dispelling your doubts with a single look or a soft-spoken reassurance.

༊*·˚ While Avis trusts your independence, she doesn’t take kindly to anyone mistreating you. If she senses someone’s being disrespectful, her words turn sharp, her demeanor icy, as she swiftly puts them in their place.

༊*·˚ She HATES leaving you after stolen hours with one another. Parting way is always the hardest for Avis. Though she masks it well, there’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes every time she has to walk away, as if she’s silently wishing she could stay longer. ( those brown eyes of her soft and warm and SAD while her red-tinted lips frown as she stares at you, touches lingering, pecks to your cheek frequent, longer than the last before she departs — UGH. )

༊*·˚ You despise Ace. Period. It physically pains you that she has to go back to the man called her husband — the man with far more power than you could ever have. A MAN for Christ’s sake. Your jealousy — and despise — is both endearing but somewhat common to Avis.

༊*·˚ You bring out a softness in her. With you, Avis lets herself relax in ways she doesn’t elsewhere. She enjoys quiet moments together—sharing a cigarette, lying side by side in silence, or just watching the way you look at her like she’s the only, most precious person in the world. She tends to forget what it feels like, being looked at in that way, feeling that way. ( poor baby —)

༊*·˚ She ADORES how you notice the small things. Whether it’s a new piece of jewelry she’s wearing, the way her hair is slightly styled differently, or even just a minor change in her tone, Avis is deeply flattered when you pick up on the details. She loves being seen by you.

༊*·˚ She knows when you’re upset. You can’t hide your emotions from Avis. If you’re feeling down or anxious, she has a way of coaxing it out of you with a quiet patience that makes you feel safe.

NSFW !!!

༊*·˚ AVIS AMBERG THRIVES in control — a tantalizing balance of tender and firm.

༊*·˚ In the bedroom, this translates into her taking the lead with a firm but sensual dominance. She delights in directing your actions, telling you how to touch her, how to undress, or how to position yourself for her pleasure. She enjoys you being obedient, and your eagerness to please only enhances her desire.

༊*·˚ She might instruct you to undress in front of her slowly, letting her take in every inch of your body, her gaze deliberate and appreciative.

༊*·˚ “Good girl,” she’d breathe out, her voice a velvet-like mix of approval and arousal, as you follow her instructions without hesitation.

༊*·˚ She relishes in control though tempers it with a warmth that makes you feel safe, adored, and completely hers.

༊*·˚ She’s a MASTER of seduction.

༊*·˚ Avis takes her time with foreplay, savoring the build-up as much as the act itself. Her lips, her hands, and her voice are all tools in her arsenal, and she knows exactly how to wield them to leave you breathless.

༊*·˚ Avis would be drawn to your reverence for her. Your willingness to treat her like a goddess would resonate deeply, feeding her need to feel adored and desired in ways she doesn’t receive in her conventional life.

༊*·˚ Babygirl isn’t one to rush, if you’re eager to get to it, she manages to get you to slow down with those eyes and red lipped smirk of hers. Whether it’s the slow drag of her lips down your neck or the way your fingers explore every inch of her skin, she likes for one to take their time, as though committing the feel of one another to memory.

༊*·˚ Quiet isn’t her issue! Avis isn’t afraid to let you know how much she’s enjoying herself — very vocal. Her moans are soft yet commanding, her whispered praises intoxicating. She’s also insistent on hearing you, encouraging every gasp and groan with murmured affirmations.

༊*·˚ She DEMANDS your focus. When you’re with Avis, she expects your UNDIVIDED attention. She’ll gently guide your hands to where she wants them or softly command you to look at her, ensuring every moment is intentional and shared.

༊*·˚ She enjoys hearing how beautiful, powerful, and sensual she is, and she’d savor how eagerly you want to please her.

༊*·˚ You kiss every inch of her body, whispering how divine she is, how much you want to please her, and how lucky you feel to have her.

༊*·˚ “That’s it, darling,” she’d exhale, fingers threading into your hair when you’d kneel before her. “Show Mama how much you adore her.”

༊*·˚ While Avis exudes control and dominance, she would also crave moments where she can let her guard down.

༊*·˚ With you, someone younger and fresh with possibility, she’d explore the thrill of trusting someone to take care of her—even if only briefly.

༊*·˚ On rare occasions, she’d allow herself to lean into your arms, guiding your hand to undress her or worship her body as she sits / lays back, watching you with a mix of amusement and surrender.

༊*·˚ Avis lives for the thrill of secrecy.

༊*·˚ The illicit nature of your rendezvous adds an irresistible tension that heightens her arousal.

༊*·˚ She delights in taking risks — stolen touches in public spaces, breathy moans silenced into the palm of her hand, and the ever-present danger of discovery.

༊*·˚ During galas or social events, she’d brush her fingers against your waist, whispering heated promises in your ear about what she’ll do to you later.

༊*·˚ QUICKIES OCCUR WITH AVIS. I JUST KNOW IT IN MY BONES. Sometimes, when time is short, she’ll pull you into her car and park in the nearest empty parking lot— DOES NOT GIVE TWO FLYING FUCKS IF IT IS DAY OR NIGHT, SHE WILL HAVE YOU.

༊*·˚ The urgency of these moments—your hands fumbling, your breath hot against her skin—it’s all just so delicious to her and you —

༊*·˚ The forbidden nature of your relationship feeds her desire, making every encounter all the more electrifying.

༊*·˚ Definitely has a thing for marking you — hidden of course, though sometimes she isn’t afraid to let them peak out —

༊*·˚ Avis is deliberate about leaving traces of your passion, but always where only you or she will see them. Love bites along your inner thighs or scratches down your back are her signature, a private reminder of her.

༊*·˚ Avis, ever meticulous and refined, would likely have a deep appreciation for oral pleasure — both giving and receiving.

༊*·˚ She’s precise, taking her time to tease and savor, drawing out your pleasure until you’re trembling under her touch.

༊*·˚ She’d enjoy teasing you, her lips and tongue exploring every sensitive spot, her movements sensual and deliberate, building you up only to pause and make you beg for release.

༊*·˚ “Patience, my sweet girl,” she’d whisper, her voice rich with amusement. “I decide when you come.”

༊*·˚ Conversely, she’d REVEL in your attention to her, loving the way you worship her body, how you kiss and taste her like she’s the only thing that matters.

༊*·˚ She encourages you to be VOCAL. Avis LOVES hearing you — whether it’s a soft moan, a whispered plea, or her name spilling from your lips. She’ll tease — very subtly degrade you if you try to stifle yourself. “Let me hear those pretty sounds, darling. I want to know how good you feel at being a dirty little whore, hmm?”

༊*·˚ As a woman used to getting what she wants, Avis would enjoy exerting her control through teasing and denial.

༊*·˚ She, and proud she would be to declare this, is highly aware of the power she holds over you and takes immense pleasure in making you wait for her touch, her approval, her satisfaction.

༊*·˚ She might kiss you deeply, her hands roaming your body, only to stop abruptly and smile. “Not yet, darling,” she’d say, commanding while those brown eyes shimmer in mirth. “I want to savor you.”

༊*·˚ Your frustration only fuels her satisfaction, and when she finally allows you to have her, the release is all the sweeter.

༊*·˚ Avis would revel in the age gap between you.

༊*·˚ She enjoys being the experienced, worldly woman guiding you into new realms of pleasure and desire.

༊*·˚ She loves how youthful and vibrant you are, how your innocence (or at least the appearance of it) contrasts with her own sophistication.

༊*·˚ She might call you “Mama’s girl” during moments of intimacy, or when promising you something filthy and exhilarating in the secrecy of stolen moments.

༊*·˚“You’re so eager, you minx ,” she’d croon affectionately. “It’s adorable how desperate you are for me.”

༊*·˚ Avis is a woman of taste, and she’d incorporate luxury into her intimate encounters with you.

༊*·˚ Silk sheets, champagne, and candlelit settings would be her preference, creating an atmosphere of opulence that matches her persona.

༊*·˚ She’d surprise you with a private rendezvous in a lavish hotel room, the bed adorned with rose petals, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume.

༊*·˚ “Only the best for mama’s girl,” she’d whisper against the nape of your neck as you marveled at the setting she’d arranged just for you.

༊*·˚ praise, praise praise !!!! If it was not clear, Avis thrives for praising you!!!! Avis is generous with her compliments, but they’re always laced with her unique brand of authority.

༊*·˚ She LOVES hearing you call her Mrs. Amberg when you’re intimate, but she’s also partial to ma’am or even mama. It feeds her ego and the dynamic between you two.

༊*·˚ Definitely tests your limits. Avis enjoys pushing boundaries, always careful but curious to see how far you’re willing to go for her. A blindfold, a soft scarf tying your wrists, or simply asking you to trust her completely—she knows how to toe the line between thrilling and overwhelming !

༊*·˚ VERY SENSUAL. For Avis, intimacy is about more than just physical pleasure. She takes every opportunity to touch you—tracing patterns on your skin, pressing kisses to your pulse, and savoring the way you respond to her in every way.

༊*·˚ She takes her time with aftercare, as do you. Despite her intensity, Avis is gentle and attentive once the heat of the moment has passed. She’ll brush back your hair, press soft kisses to your temple, and whisper words of reassurance as she holds you close.

[bootsukki]

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You don’t hear much from Tsukishima during the weekend, but you see him before you go to class on Monday. The conversation is short because he is in a rush about a presentation he has on the other side of campus so you just greet him as he goes.

The crisp November air hits your cheeks as you leave the apartment complex, breath curling into faint white wisps before vanishing into the cool morning. You tighten the scarf around your neck and start walking towards your first class of the day. The cold didn’t bother you at all—you loved that weather. The smell of damp earth and the faintest trace of chimney smoke as you walked next to one of your favourite cafeterias. Other students shuffled by, some hunched against the wind, complaining about the shitty weather or upcoming exams, others talking among themselves about their weekends, soft giggles as they recall something funny that happened on a bar. 

“Oi!”

You turned to see Kageyama Tobio approaching you. He was wearing a big sweatshirt and a long coat, holding a volleyball in his hands. His breath was visible in the cold air as he ran to your side and you slowed your pace, knowing that, probably he wasn’t just calling to say hi. 

“Going to class?”

”Uh…,” you mutter. “Yes. Do you have class around here?”

”Oh, no. Making my way to the gym.”

”Cool…” Kageyama eyed you up and down. “I should…”

”How did you and Tsukishima even happen?” Kageyama’s voice was laced with skepticism, but there was something else to his tone. “I mean, we didn’t know anything about you a week ago. Not even Yamaguchi knew you were talking.”

You smiled lightly, sensing that he was indeed trying to get something out of you. “It just did and Tsukki is a really private person, I guess.”

Kageyama scoffed, shifting his weight. “How long have you been together?”

“Since September.”

“You like him, huh’”

“I do.” It sounds a bit on the defensive side, so you just send a smile his way and hope he leaves.

“What’s his favourite food?”

You frown. “What’s the point of asking me this?”

Kageyama smirks. “Aren’t girlfriends, specially new girlfriends, supposed to know everything about their boyfriends?”

“You wouldn’t know, right?”

“What’s that?”

“Nothing. Tsukishima and I are taking it slow.” 

“So, you’re not his girlfriend.”

“I am his girlfriend, but…” Kageyama laughs and you feel your blood boil at the sound. Is he trying to make fun of you?

“Sorry, I find it funny, really.” 

“What, exactly?”

“Ever since I’ve known him, he’s been hit on by other women. In high-school, he was quite literally, the first option for a lot of girls but he never paid attention to them. Same at uni: lots of beautiful women approach him and he acts like he doesn’t care about dating. And then, out of nowhere, he’s seeing…you.” You freeze on your spot and grab the handle of your bag. You feel embarrassed, attacked, even though you shouldn’t because you are not even dating Tsukishima, but still, he’s attacking you. “I just thought Tsukishima would, you know… I think that having some fun before settling for the first girl he talks to is a bit… of a waste.”

Kageyama’s tone was blunt, meant to one at your pride.

”He’s a good-looking guy, tall, interesting… I don’t know. You know what I mean, right?”

You raise an eyebrow at him. What is he even trying to say? You know for a fact Tsukishima is all of those things but… is he saying something because you may not be any of that? You start to think about it, about the clothes you are wearing, about your hair, the makeup, all the negative thoughts about yourself you thought were deeply hidden after all the work you had to do on yourself to finally feel like yourself again… Just a few words from a complete stranger and they were back.

You feel like your eyes start to sting but you shake your head slowly, looking at the floor as your hand goes to grab the handle of your bag, trying not to make him aware of the effect his words are having on you. 

”I… Of course.” You say. “You shouldn’t worry about him, weren’t you the one who told him to have some fun?” You look up at him, sending a smile his way. “We have a lot of fun together, but, if you’re that worried about him and his love life, maybe you should be the one taking him out on dates, right? You said it yourself: handsome, tall and interesting.”

Kageyama’s face twitched, scowl deepening.

”Anyway,” you waved at him. “I’ll let him know you’re looking out for him. Bye!” You turned, walking in a fast pace to your building.

“A waste.”

“The first girl he talks to.”

”Good-looking guy, tall, interesting… You know what I mean, right?”

He was just trying to get under you skin, you know that, but still, the comment stung. You weren’t like a supermodel and you probably didn’t have the best physique, you know that but… is that weird to see someone like Tsukishima with someone like… you? 

You lie to Tsukishima when he texts you in the middle of the morning. He tells you that Tadashi has thought about inviting you and Yachi over for dinner but you lie to him and tell him you’re feeling a bit under the weather. 

You say that you’re sorry for missing dinner and hopes that they have fun without you and you feel sick at the thought of doing what you promised you wouldn’t do again: hide in your room.

You lie to Yachi when she comes home from class, saying that Tadashi has told her you are feeling sick and you tell her your stomach is acting up. You lie when you tell her you are not hungry and that you prefer to stay at home.

You lie to her again and send a smile her way before she leaves the apartment (“We’ll be right next door if you need us, are you sure you don’t want to come? Are you crying?”).

The small apartment was quiet except for the occasional clink of chopsticks against ceramic dishes and the low hum of the heater working.

Yamaguchi, Tsukishima and Yachi sat around the low dining table, a simple dinner laid out between them: bowls of rice, miso soup and a plate of grilled alamon with vegetables in the middle.

Yamaguchi reached for the soy sauce, drizzling a bit over his salmon as he spoke.

“Maybe we should save a bit of food for (Y/N) if you want, Yachi.”

Yachi, sitting cross-legged next to him nodded. “That would be nice, thank you.”

Yamaguchi stared at Tsukishima as he picked up a vegetable.

“I saw Kageyama talking to her today.”

Tsukishima frowned, leaving his chopstick on the plate.

“Did you?”

“Yeah. It was close to the journalism building, I was grabbing a coffee from Shirato’s café.”

“Kageyama does not have classes over there.”

“I know, that’s why it was weird! And I don’t know, she seemed kinda off after, I don’t know, really. I don’t know her that well.”

Tsukishima clicked his tongue in annoyance and reached for his phone.

“what did kageyama say to you?”

“how do you know about it?”

“tadashi saw you talking to him. he’s not flirting with you, is he?”

“ew, no”

Tsukishima smiles softly.

“no need to worry, we just talked about how much we hate the other’s choice of drink”

Tsukishima sighs.

“okay, sorry, i didn’t mean to sound so… i don’t know, i didnt mean to overreact but he’s truly an idiot.”

Tsukishima sees the three dots pop in and out of the conversation but he types again.

“i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

“ty tsukki.”

“how are u feeling?”

You don’t answer for the rest of the night.

[tarotwithavi]

An appreciation letter for you

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Pile 1

Hey lovely rose

I wanted to take a moment to share something with you that I've observed and truly appreciate about you. Your presence is truly magnetic, and it's not just because of one particular trait, but rather a combination of several remarkable qualities that you possess.

First of all , your determination is inspiring. Your unwavering commitment to your goals and your ability to push through challenges is truly admirable. You never give up, and that's something that sets you apart. Your hardworking nature is evident in everything you do. I've seen how you consistently put in the effort and go the extra mile to achieve excellence. Your work ethic is truly remarkable and inspiring to those around you.

But it's not just your hard work that impresses me. Your intellect shines through in the way you approach problems and find innovative solutions. You have a keen mind and the ability to grasp complex concepts effortlessly. It's truly remarkable to witness your intelligence. Your never-ending curiosity is another aspect of your personality that I find incredibly magnetic. Your thirst for knowledge, your eagerness to explore new ideas, and your willingness to constantly learn and grow are truly remarkable qualities. It's infectious and inspires others to embrace curiosity as well.

Moreover, your love for your work is evident to anyone who interacts with you. You pour your heart and soul into what you do, and that passion resonates with those around you. It's a joy to witness someone who genuinely loves what they do and brings that enthusiasm to everything they undertake.

I hope you understand that all these qualities combined make you an extraordinary individual. Your presence is not only felt but cherished. You inspire those around you and create an environment that people are drawn to. I wanted to take a moment to acknowledge and appreciate all these qualities in you. All these qualities contribute to making you an incredible person. Keep shining brightly, because your magnetic presence truly makes a difference.

Thank you for being such an inspiration for me and the people around you.

Avi

Pile 2

Hey apple pie

I hope this message finds you well. I wanted to take a moment to express something that has been on my mind. Your remarkable qualities have always struck me, and I feel it's important to share my admiration with you.

Firstly, your capacity for forgiveness and maturity is truly extraordinary. The way you handle difficult situations and extend understanding to others is both admirable and rare. Your ability to let go of grudges and embrace forgiveness with an open heart is truly magnetic.

Your ethereal beauty goes far beyond physical appearances. It emanates from within you, reflecting the kindness and compassion that resides in your soul. Your genuine care and concern for people, regardless of their background or circumstances, is a testament to your remarkable character.

I've always been fascinated by your ability to strike a balance between your logical and emotional sides. You approach challenges and decision-making with a rational mindset while remaining attuned to your emotions. This makes you incredibly magnetic, as you have a unique ability to connect with others on both intellectual and heartfelt levels.

Another quality that sets you apart is your alacrity, always ready to embark on new adventures and embrace life's opportunities. Your adventurous spirit and willingness to step out of your comfort zone make you magnetic to others who are inspired by your zest for life.

Lastly, your innocence and pure heart are like a breath of fresh air. In a world that can sometimes be jaded, your genuine and kind nature shines through. Your actions and words reflect your true character, and that authenticity is truly magnetic.

I wanted to let you know that your presence and these extraordinary qualities have a profound impact on those around you, including myself. You are a true inspiration, and I'm grateful to have you in my life.

With heartfelt admiration,

Avi

Pile 3

Dear bossy pumpkin

I wanted to take a moment to express something that has been on my mind. Your presence is undeniably attractive, and it's not just because of your physical appearance, but rather a combination of remarkable qualities that make you truly captivating.

Your passion for life is infectious. Your enthusiasm for embracing new experiences, pursuing your dreams, and living each day to the fullest is truly inspiring. It's refreshing to be around someone who radiates such vibrant energy and makes others feel alive. Your creative mind is a gift that sets you apart. The way you think outside the box, find innovative solutions, and bring fresh ideas to the table is truly remarkable. Your creativity adds a unique and exciting dimension to every conversation and endeavor.

Your maturity is evident in the way you carry yourself and handle situations. You possess a sense of wisdom and understanding that goes beyond your years. Your thoughtful perspective and ability to navigate life's complexities with grace and composure are truly impressive. Knowing your self-worth is an incredibly attractive quality. You recognize your own value, and that confidence shines through in everything you do. Your self-assuredness is magnetic and draws others towards you, as they see the strength and self-belief you embody.

Beneath your seemingly cold exterior lies a beautifully soft and caring interior. Your ability to show vulnerability, empathy, and kindness to those close to you is a testament to the depth of your character. It's captivating to witness someone with such depth and emotional intelligence.

Please know that your presence has a profound impact on those around you. Your captivating qualities draw people towards you, and your genuine nature makes them feel seen and valued. You have a remarkable ability to leave a lasting impression on those who have the privilege of knowing you.

With utmost admiration and respect,

Avi

I am working on improving my English after my second last pick a card being a whole mess. 💀💀

Hope you like it!!

[b33tlejules]

Revised relationship chart between mine and @localcryptic's sidesteps.

Explanation if anyone cares:

Ripley and Teo: Siblings. Brother and sister, Ripley's older. Live together, do villain shit together, codependent as hell post-heartbreak. Ripley's the yapper, Teo's the more quiet one. Do not separate them.

Rhan and Teo: Exes, dated on and off. Rhan wasn't really as romantically into it as Teo was, and saw it more an excuse to hook up every now and then. It wasn't a very fulfilling relationship for either of them, so the breakup was relatively smooth all things considered.

Al and Teo: Lovers <3 Started as villain rivals, then made out in the tunnels, then Teo performed life saving surgery on Al, then gave Al a place to stay after she broke up with Judas. Now they're taking things slower. Kind of did their relationship shit out of order but hey! They got where they needed to be. Also Teo helped Al realize she was trans that's a big one.

Judas and Teo: Judas has no clue who Teo is, besides the vague idea of someone who picked Al up after they broke up. Teo knows too much about Judas from Al and may or not be planning on ruining his life. The haterisms are more one sided.

Al and Judas: Where do we even begin here. Al and Judas were peak toxic yaoi of their time. Judas, a person notoriously obsessed with control, got into a very close relationship with Al, a person notoriously prone to being manipulated. Their relationship had a very classic "you belong to me" "okay <3 yay <3" dynamic happening between those twinks. What was once endearing turned sour once Judas suspected Al was talking to other villains. It got to the point where he slit her throat, failed to kill her, got stabbed by Al, and Al still apologized to Judas. They kept dating after that! All it took was Teo finding the tracking device Judas put on Al's suit for Al to finally put her foot down and say "Yknow what? fuck this" and she left him.

Ripley and Judas: Ripley just hates the guy on principle. Judas' tendency to attempt to establish his authority everywhere he goes versus Ripley's natural hatred for anyone with authority.

Rhan and Judas: Coworkers. For some reason I have no idea what their actual dynamic is. Judas hired Rhan once for a job and then became the person he vented to when Judas and Al broke up. Rhan keeps blocking his number but for some reason Judas is under the impression they're friends.

Al and Rhan: They don't know eachother very well. Rhan knows Al is the person Teo's seeing after they broke up. Al knows that Rhan was the person Teo was seeing before they got together (and a little bit during. It was complicated.) Who is jealous of who? Don't worry about it.

Ripley and Rhan: Haters but for no real reason. They're both assholes with weird complexes and gay in the opposite directions from one another. If they were normal kids they would've played wolves together. But they're grown ass adult regenes and neither are willing to be friends.

Ripley and Al: In avi's words: "Ripley acts like he's annoyed [by Al and Teo] but he actually thinks it's cute. He likes seeing Teo so happy. Al might think Teo's affection is more subdued but Ripley knows Teo, and that this is the height of romance for her. He genuinely really likes Al in that 'if you break my sister's heart you're fucking dead' kind of way. Once he gets past the initial 'There is a Stranger in my House' weirdness, [Ripley and Al would] end up being really close. Al probably thinks Ripley hates her a little bit because Ripley shows his genuine affection through loving teasing. Ripley hopes Teo and Al stay together forever"

[reinekes-fox]

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Grey Swan I - Birds of a Rose

The Divine Flock. Some call them crazy, some even dangerous. Some even say the cult is hiding dark secrets. But, in all your life you have yet to find one. After all you should know should there be any dark secrets: you are a member after all! A member, not only of the Divine Flock, but also of the Avis Academy, the best school the cult has. Your life is quiet and follows a strict routine, at least until two Strays from the outside, the normal, world are allowed in the normally so closed off grounds and as a newly appointed Wing it is your job to keep an eye on one of them. With their arrival some of those dark secrets may finally come to light…

You ARE not playing as a BIRD!!!

New demo https://cogdemos.ink/go/3761

Some words before you play and TRIGGER WARNINGS: Most of those will only be active in the game due to a specific choice made by player! Due to the cult enviroment, the “typical” homo/trans/bi/a-phobia, sexism, abuse. Also blood and needles (with the option to be scared of needles so it won’t be shown), sexual abuse (only after two very clear warnings in game). Birds are only used in symbolism, basta.

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Dark Academia.

Moniker for MC: Wing MC.

Genderselectable MC: cis male or female, trans male or female. However due to growing up in a cult, MC wont know that trans is a thing/what it means, this is something MC can learn about. The same goes for sexual orientation: play as gay, bi, straight, aroace or ace, but be prepared for consequences.

Pick your level of devotion: be a devout follower of the teachings of the Divine Flock, reject it partly or wholly, or simply not care. All of it will have consequences.

Choose one of various school clubs, your volery, and get an unique storyline. Ranging from dance to school security, to managing your social media page.

Important people: Your flock, a group of younger pupils you were responsible for before the Strays arrived. You may not be their Wing on paper anymore, but you still hold a special place in their heart! They do miss you and are looking forward giving you a present on your birthday!

Your volery: whichever volery you joined, you are going to met pupils that are just as enthusiastic about your chosen interest as you are! Some more than others.

Your parents. It’s another question if the relationship between you is good, but important it surely is!

ROs: Fuchsia King

Chase Watson

Wing Droznik Juschka

Astor Rapace

-only for Owls: Wing Astoria Rapace

-only for Peacocks: Marter

-only for Swans: Elrond/Estelle Falkenflug

-Vampire route: Sebastian Voss

-AMAB Raven RO: Marcel Rabenschlag

-Heron RO: Amelia Fern

Grey Swan II - Hawks and Doves

Unless otherwise stated you are playing as a normal human! Two legs, two arms, internal organs, hopefully a brain too. We will see how much of this organ stays intact after state propaganda, will we?

Someone once said that you were the most happiest youth in the world after the Great Heartbeat, that had shattered the old world. Earlier you would have agreed in a heartbeat, wearing the light green uniform of your state youth organisation. But now? When war has come to Avistrions shores and news reels show only destruction ?

Choose your gender, way of thinking and stance while growing up in a religious dictatorship on the giant island Avistrion. Be a devout follower of the Divine Flock, the only thing that survived the earthquake that devastated the earth. Or be the Vulture, trying to rip it to shreds, while wearing the badge of youth leadership… where will you be when war strikes your so closed off country? Which side will you be on when it ends? Will you even survive long enough to see the outcome?

Moniker for MC: Fugol MC.

ROs

Agon Falkenflug Adler/Weihe Habichtklau

Johanna/Nikola Arra

Grey Swan III - Wisteria Birds

Wisteria Birds (fantasy, drama, angst)! Currently on pause.

You are beautiful, trained in art and music. You are deadly, trained in the unique weapons that no one except you can use. You are dying. Kept alive by the very same thing that keeps you save from others abusing their power over you… You have no rights. But you can do whatever you want, even kill, without having to fear any consequences. You are the most pleasant death that anyone can wish for. You are an artwork. And all you are supposed to be is look pretty, show of your owners wealth. But oh, you could become so much more…

You play as a highly specialised trained entertainer… an Artwork, expensive companion to the rich and noble ones in Aklant, a country with rigid rules and unspoken laws, strict class divide and obsessed with anything that shows how rich they are… or at least let them appear rich. Artworks themselves are outside of this all, freed from all those social chains, but not seen as human… maybe its time to change that? Or leave the status quo as it is, up to you!

Moniker for MC: Artwork MC.

ROs:

Fauconniers, your potential buyers:

Chevalier Armand Sanson Alexandre Desrosier Others, you may work together with one or more of them? “Mouette” Sanglant du Verdier

You have been a Hound, the human companion of a vampire, for years.

Until you find yourself among the undead and masterless after a night where everything went wrong… leaving you with no other choice but to move back in with your parents.

ROs (will expand)

Theo Grimm

Agent Rosa Caleb

Marian Viorel

Citadel of dancing birds

Ghibli inspired! Mainly Howls moving castle.

You play someone from our world who ends up in another world! Since this is an aspect I greatly enjoyed in the book and was really sad they didnt include in the movie, there will be chances of jumping between the worlds (and of course becoming a magician too!).

ROs, some are locked into specific magic combinations:

Opera Job and changing into Animals: Santu Cajarin

Changing into Animals: Rosalind Eagledancer

[mikakuna]

Hey! This is the music anon again! I was wondering if you had any jayroy fic recs? Or, given your latest post lol, only child Jay fic recs (or even JUST Jay and dick as Bruce’s kids fic recs) and if not that, then, an au where Jason didn’t pick up the mantle/was convinced not too, and is living his civilian life. I’ve read rara Avis by zoeleo already lol, Idk if you read that one?

omg hey!! i have a few fic recs for what you'd like to see but honestly i'm lacking a bit in jayroy! i'll link the ones that i rlly enjoyed tho <3 and alsooo the only-child jason fics are all set during his childhood sadly, so i don't have any where he's an adult and still bruce's only child :(

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48627046/chapters/122658637

When Batman rescues a twelve-year-old boy from a sex-trafficking ring, he ultimately makes the decision to look after him for a few days, feeling responsible for his current condition. Revealing his identity to the boy is the logical next step. Building trust was important, and Bruce needed Jason to trust him. There’s one slight problem with Bruce’s plan. Due to the effects of the Joker Venom, Jason doesn’t remember anything about meeting Batman, let alone Bruce Wayne. In Jason’s eyes, he’s been trafficked. And the man who brought him is none other than Bruce himself.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29237001/chapters/71790027

Jason’s background as a victim of abuse and childhood homelessness means it’s hard for him to trust, and to ask for things. After only a couple months in the manor, he still isn’t sure about Bruce Wayne.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/575182

When Bruce brings a new child home to the manor, Dick has a few choice words for Bruce about making him Robin. Convinced that Jason needs a stable loving family more than he needs a crime-fighting outlet, Bruce, Dick, and Alfred take on the challenge of bringing Jason up as civilian while still keeping their caped careers a secret.

Or: Bruce Wayne is a Good Dad, Dick Grayson is a Great Brother, Alfred is the Best Grandpa, and Jason is smol. Tooth-rotting fluff ahoy. (i'm linking this even though you read it for people who haven't yet! also i never read the ones with tim in it but those are a lot later in the series so don't worry, it's still jason and bruce centric)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26730145/chapters/65210116

Jason Todd was kidnapped at nine-years-old and given two options. Work for his keep, or be forced to to work for his keep.

His life was not pleasant, but Jason was nothing if not a fighter, and dammit if was he going to let the hell around him kill who he was as a person. Or his dreams of growing up and going to college.

Those dreams suddenly came a little more into focus, when his idiot of a pimp accidentally tried to rent him to Bruce Wayne. Poor bastard could have never guessed he was the Batman himself. Heck, not even Jason figured that out, at first. And Batman had practically adopted him. (i loved this so much)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49876537

Jason doesn't die at the hands of the Joker. There are a couple of things he and Bruce might need to work through.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55020211

“You will fix this,” Alfred corrects him. “You will fix this, and let Master Jason know that you don’t care about his sexual orientation, that it changes nothing. That you were mistaken in what you said to him. That you certainly didn’t mean to imply that you thought any less of him for his choice in reading.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22637476/chapters/54102781

Batman makes it in time to save Robin from the bomb. He doesn't make it in time to save Jason from the Joker.

Or Batman is too late in every universe, but Bruce Wayne doesn't have to be.

+ jayroy:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/1328723

i've linked this one in a previous rec list but basically, this is an au series where jason escapes an abusive relationship and meets roy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30004014

It was just dinner with family. A family large enough to be an independent militia, but that was all. Nothing serious.

Lian disagreed. (one of my fav crack fics!!)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52945642

a fic where the bats find out, one by one, that jason and roy are dating!

i really don't have much for jayroy since i'm pretty picky when it comes to jason fics and ship fics in general, but i'll reblog this if i find any others that i enjoy! in the meantime, hopefully these are some new fics for you to read!!

[to-know-how-it-ends]

sodapop curtis will always love his name. it's cooler than any other name he's heard, for sure. it's original. he'll never have the embarrassing experience he hears darry sometimes has of hearing his name called only for it not to be him.

sure, people'll laugh, but not for long. sodapop is weird, but it's cute. his pops says it's all-american, whatever that means. people like him, they're drawn to him, like bees to honey. or wait flies? doesn't matter, point is people don't seem to care that he don't know on account of how good he gets on with anybody. he's good at it -- he's funny, energetic, a manifestation of his name. he's like his father, and he's proud of it, always laughing his head off whenever he can, never a care in the world. someone's got to, when everyone else can be so tense. who needs fear when there's laughter? pops said that once, and sodapop, bouncing like the bubbles of his namesake, agrees (he thinks. he tries hard not to think about it too hard or else he'll get trapped in his brain again).

sodapop curtis will always love his name, but he can't help but think that this definitely wasn't meant to be it. he might be dumb, but he ain't stupid. he knows his mama's special name is called Rivka even though the soc ladies she works for call their maid karen, and the teachers at school still call her that even after she corrects them every time. she ain't hiding no more and sodapop is proud as hell of that. 'sides, Rivka's about one of the prettiest names he ever heard, way prettier than karen which scratches his mouth all wrong when he says it and is definitely not his mama. he knows his pops had different name too, and that he's from a different country, so his mama says. pops'll never speak about it, and Darrel Curtis fits him but he just knows it ain't right. he's gotta have a secret special name too.

the other kids at the synagogue have those kind of names too. not always so outright, but always recognizable as a jew, like david, or abram, or sarah. then there were the more outright -- Tova mendoza, Avi cohen, or Chaim brillstein. lordy, soda would think. sodapop is cool, but to have a name like that! he knows that none of em go by that out of shul, but they have a secret name (if some more secret than others) and soda never got his.

he loves his name, really he does. but when he was a little kid he'd sneak up behind and whisper to his pops "tell me my special name. I know you know it," scaring the hell out of him, before he answered, cracking up, like every time, "sodapop's about the most special name I ever heard, I reckon," but soda knows he ain't telling the truth. eventually he'll ask his mama, who says he'll find out right before he turns thirteen. golly, he knew he was right. he counts up those days like it's everything. by the time he's thirteen he's nearly forgotten, and then it's his bar mitzvah and he's sitting impatiently in the seat behind the rabbi, feet tapping excitedly on the floor and his name is called and it's not sodapop it's Shmuel and it's joyous and it's real it feels like home and it--

It is silent. his yarmulke he'd worn proudly on his head is in the dirt of the alley he'd tried to cut through to beat pony home from the synagogue after his torah reading, only he hadn't gotten far enough to cut through and ponyboy would be grinning like a cheshire cat at home thinking he won, till he wondered what kept his brother so long and then soda comes in with a black eye and Shmuel would be his special name but -- well, sodapop was cooler than any other name, wasn't it?

[cat-angel-936]

What if Chris will work with Zach?

Part Finaly

"What did you and your brother talk about?" The raven-haired one asked seriously, with that shrill tone that characterized Zach a while ago. Chris looked at him out of the corner of his eye in an indifferent manner or that he was trying to seem like "nothing" he responded without looking at his face and with a trembling voice. Zach quickly changed his attitude and approached Chris carefully and placed a hand on his shoulder so that he could understand that everything is fine. In response, Chris placed one of his hands, sipping hers, and looked at him over her shoulder. Although he didn't smile at her, she could see a certain gratitude in his eyes, which made the Varmitech happy.

"Let's prepare for that race, I'm sure we will win!" Zach said enthusiastically, spreading that euphoria to the inexplicable assistant, who nodded repeatedly.

"Well, then it will be better to be prepared, Sir," he said with a wink and they both went to prepare what was necessary for that race.

....

Aviva skated back and forth with boxes, erasers, materials and from time to time stopping at the computer to type something, leaving the rest of the crew confused who did not understand what the inventor was doing "this goes here, this goes here." *typing sound* and that's it!" She gave a final click and a blue disk came out, with an Oryx symbol on the center.

"Guys come closer" she asked excitedly.

"What's wrong Aviva?" The one in the blue suit asked when he saw the emotion in his partner's eyes.

"Yeah, what is that Avi?" Koki asked affectionately, approaching her.

"I'm glad you asked, this is the Animal Power Disc, with this Martin will transform into an Oryx and we will win that race!" She explained excitedly, Martin stood up and took the record in her hands "do you think Chris was excited about me?" He asked in a discouraged tone, Aviva nodded with a small smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"I'm sure it is," she said, comforting her friend. "I'm sorry that your part of the plan didn't work out as you expected."

"It's okay, it was to be expected, it had been a long time and Chris is still affected by what happened"

"And what happened?" Jimmy asked, somewhat curious.

"that's not important now!" She responded seriously, surprising everyone with that unusual drastic change of attitude in "let's just sit in the race, what do I have to do?" He asked looking at the inventor who looked at him with a look determined to win.

"Well MK this is what we are going to do, you will agree to run, I will guide you and together we will win this race and free the Oryx from those...from Zach and your brother!"

"And we will support them!" The mechanic exclaimed, hugging Aviva with excitement while everyone started laughing.

The time of the competition had arrived and the two inventors were preparing

"Be careful," he told him the secret. Zach smiled at him, climbing onto his hand and said, "Don't worry, green boy, it will only be a simple race." He responded nonchalantly.

"It's not your competition that worries me, I worry that they will attract predators with the race" he said, noticing anger in his usual tone of voice.

"And that's why we have the zachbots, calm down and enjoy the race, Chris" I wink at him and he just rolls his gaze in annoyance.

"Excuse me, brother," said the older man in blue, somewhat embarrassed. Chris looked at him and raised an eyebrow, making Martin feel uncomfortable. "Can I touch the Oryx?"

"Hey?" But the grimace was all that the youngest of the brothers could say, but his boss responded with an affirmative "Sure Martin, but for what?"

"You'll see, place disk, touch the Oryx, activate animal power!" And said and done when saying those last words Martin activated the suit and transformed into an Oryx surprising the two boys next to him.

"wow!" They said in unison, the one in the black vest expressed his emotion that almost seemed like he was expressing himself for both of them while the most that could be seen of the one in the green tie were his big caramel eyes that were staring at his brother.

"Haha, it seems like you liked it," the short-haired girl said in a mocking tone and proceeded to get on the blue Oryx. "I'm ready, Zach."

"Ah yes, me too," said the aforementioned, recovering the compost and getting into position with his opponent. "So that's what the vests were for, I thought it was a kind of uniform or bulletproof vest."

"Use the same material as the bulletproof vest to make the suits"

"Alright, listen up everyone," announced Chris placed twelve in front of the *race track*, spreading out a map, "the race will consist of a long block passing through the termite mound, continuing past Lion Rock and ending at the tree. with the red saint, the first one who manages to take it wins, do you understand?"

"Yes" Both imbentors said and Martin who seemed to be the most nervous there "don't worry Martin, I know we will win" Aviva told him with confidence.

"Don't pay attention to him Fuzz, I trust you" Zach whispered in the Oryx's ear so that they wouldn't hear him.

"Fuzz?" Aviva asked, somewhat amused.

"What!? It's a good name" he replied embarrassed

"ON THEIR MARKS" the youngest Kratt drew attention "Ready" the participants stood in position "Get out!" And both teams ran off without giving Chris time to run, leaving him spinning around and falling silent on the ground "ugh..."

"Sorry Chris!" The three of them apologized and continued with the race.

Chris just shook his head and walked towards the two bulls that came with his brother and Aviva. "Hi, I'm Jimmy."

"Hello," he gave a simple wave and looked at the zachbot screen where he could see the race better.

Both competitors were running and stepping on each other's tails but Varmitech had the clear advantage as it was Martin's first time wearing the animal suit. He still couldn't get used to this new form and this was starting to bother Aviva since Zach was getting too far ahead.

"Faster Martin!" I order annoying

"I'm sorry, Aviva, I'll try to do better," he responded sadly and increased the speed of his walk to catch up with the other.

"And how long have you been working with Zach?" Jimmy asked, looking away from the screen a little.

"It's been a while now, it's going to be 4-5 years"

"Wow, it's a long time, we're kind of new hehe"

"I'm sure they'll plow it well"

"Jimmy, take a moment," Koki asked, doing it to her, leaving the redhead somewhat confused.

"What's wrong Koki?" I ask in a whisper

"I don't want you to talk to that boy," the shorter one ordered, leaving her with a lost look, contrary to the impression.

"What? But why?" She complained "if he is Martin's younger brother"

"And what? They're fighting, plus he's an enemy, don't trust him" They looked at each other annoyed but the conversation ended there and they prepared to continue watching Oryx's race.

Zach and Aviva had already passed the mound of dirt and were quickly heading towards the lion rock, although at the time they checked the spot no lions had been seen, Chris had to believe that the male lion could appear out of nowhere and wanting to hunt or perceiving them as a threat to their cubs, so the youngest of the brothers could be seen very attentive and worried on the screen

"Aww look the lion cubs are playing" she couldn't help but see them as she passed and the little babies looked at her and "roared" trying to sound threatening but they only looked more adorable

"Aww" The three said but a sound left them trembling "grrrr..." was heard behind them and when they turned they could see a male African lion, large and with a fierce look, who did not seem to want to make friends, heading quickly "Aaaahhh" was heard on the screen to the horror of Jimmy, Koki and especially Chris, who couldn't help but run away shouting at his boss.

"Run faster Martin, he'll catch up to us!" Desperate screamed Aviva, who kept looking back, making her more nervous.

"I'm trying to, but stop looking back!" She complained just as scared as her partner.

"Chris what are you doing!?" I ask, I get desperate when I see it.

"Save your life idiot!" She yelled at him and unexpectedly jumped towards him causing a detour that confused the large lion and caused him to collide with a mound of dirt and become dizzy and leave "sir, are you okay?" I ask worried

"Yes, but you're crazy, could you hurt yourself?" She responded with the same concern. They both stopped and saw Peluza who took the opportunity to eat grass and she seemed not to be affected by the blow.

"There is still time, you can continue" said the assistant to which the imbentor nodded and started running again while Chris was preparing to reach the finish line to see who the winner was although he was helped a little by the zachbot who went looking for him in desperation when they saw him running towards danger that way

"Oh look, we're almost there" said Martin when he saw the tree with the ribbon nearby.

"That's it Martin, a little more and we will free the Oryx from that prison" the girl responded enthusiastically.

"Not so fast!" The inventor said confidently, "I'm still in the race." He continued standing head to head, they were getting closer to the finish line, Aviva and Zach were ready to take that bar when in an unexpected movement Martin made a jump that surprised everyone and He grabbed the bar with his teeth, winning the race to the shouts of happiness from his teammates.

"Yeah!" "That's it Martin!" You could hear Jimmy and Koki running out to hug them and Koki couldn't stop giving Aviva kisses on the cheek "they did great Avi!" The girl with black curls said with emotion and joy.

"Thank you Koko" the one in the purple jacket hugged her.

On the other hand, Zach slowly got off the animal with his gaze fixed on his assistant who was also shocked with what had happened "the winner is Aviva, therefore Zach's team will have to free the Oryx and let them live freely in the nature...."Chris announced with some disbelief, that's when he realized that spontaneity is in his genes and it wasn't just his thing.

"amazing!" Martin exclaimed, detransforming, "now they will have to comply." He looked at them a little smug and confused, although later they were a little embarrassed for having that attitude and he smiled nervously. "If you want, we can help you?"

The other two looked at each other and Chris shook his head, but before they could say anything Aviva spoke up "it's not in the discussion to refuse, we want to make sure they will" and so they spent the rest of the afternoon getting the saddles out. to the Oryx who seemed to have no sudden change other than having those devices removed and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"Well, that was the last one," Koki announced, leaving the object in one of the boxes, watching the animal walk away.

"I will miss Peluza, she was the most charismatic of all of them," the CEO said sadly, holding the box with Peluza's mount. Chris patted him on the back to calm him down a little. "Don't worry, sir, we can visit her another time," he consoled him.

"Yes, and he will surely be very happy to see you," Martin encouraged, accidentally catching everyone's attention.

"Yes, of course, she had it under control for I don't know how long and she will be very happy to see it, of course" Koki said sarcastically, crossing her arms in annoyance. Listening to her, Chris couldn't help but make a face, annoyed by the comment made by one of his brother's classmates, "I think it's time for you to go, brother..." he hissed this last annoyance, this greatly discouraged the older man since he hoped he could improve their relationship a little more, but he nodded and then signaled to the rest of the crew to start leaving "it's okay little brother, take care of yourselves."

"Don't call me little brother, I'm 25 years old," he complained, although this only made the eldest laugh animatedly as they walked away.

"Sure Chris, sorry" this was the last thing they heard from the kratt team before they disappeared into createrra

"The conference will be in three days and we have nothing..." the inventor spoke out of nowhere

"I think we can improvise something," the secretary responded with an idea.

three days later

"And it is with this that we will be able to make Oryx-shaped animatronics that are safe for children and adults."

End.

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @the-golden-comet and @willtheweaver!

Range of Emotions Tag

Rules: Choose one OC at a time, search any of your writing featuring that OC, and share passages where that character expresses each emotion in this list: joy - anger - sadness - anxiety - fear - disgust - embarrassment. Bonus points if the emotion is implied but not listed in the text by name. If there’s a reason the character does not ever express one of those emotions, feel free to share that reasoning instead.

I'm listening to their playlist right now, so let's go with Avymere!

Joy: (When I tell you this was hard to find)

Avymere looked up at the stars and took a deep breath. The faintest of tears glimmered in their eyes and Elsind imagined perhaps they were searching for someone up among that shining trove of heavenly treasure.

“I forgive you,” they finally said. “My father wronged you and yours terribly. I love him and will miss him every day of my life, but I can see now how murderous some of his actions were, even if he didn’t intend for such things to happen. Ignorance is cold comfort to the dead and dying.”

Anger:

You’ll kill that eikodoro beast just like she killed your father—in front of a godsdamned cheering crowd.

Cold settled like a heavy mantle over Avymere’s shoulders, or like a frigid crown upon their brow. It was enough to drive back the desert heat. Enough to cause them to clench their teeth against chattering—though perhaps that was from a different chill. The kind with silver plating and blood-spattered fists that lurked like a stubborn nightmare, rather than the frigid weight of promised recompense.

It was easy for the Duchon to put one foot in front of the other by the time the caravan started moving, despite the omnipresent ache that came with every breath. Everything was easy if you had a purpose.

Sadness:

Up ahead, the caravan traveled at a fair pace, horses clopping on their merry way. Avymere stared at a pair of lizardfolk laughing riotously as they rode atop one of the wagons. Not longingly, of course. That was far too undignified for the Duchon—Archduchon now—of Salis. However, whatever emotion they did feel was exquisitely close to such.

Anxiety:

Avymere shifted their weight uncertainly. How to go about this…. How do I comfort him? Have I ever comforted someone? Normally, I have people to take care of that sort of thing for me. Think now; how did I keep Father on track when he was worried about something? But they aren’t the same whatsoever! Bright gods….

Fear:

For several breathless moments, the Duchon waited to hear the sound of gunshots from behind. It never came, though. The pounding of armored feet passed, heading resolutely after the false trail.

It was only then that their lungs gave out. Avymere put their back to the wall, knees threatening to buckle, shaking as they gasped desperately for air. As much as their arms ached, they didn’t set Elsind down. They didn’t dare. When their breathing finally calmed, words spilled like tears from their lips.

“Oh gods…. Oh gods, what am I going to do?”

Disgust:

Elsind’s face gave a slight ripple that Avymere took to interpret as a slow blink. “Avy, I need you to understand this: you just broke the biggest bone in your body and had surgery to fix it, not to mention your ribs are about two steps up from gravel. No one will mind if you go out in your pajamas. Also, crutches? Yeah, no, there’s a wheelchair folded up under your bed that they brought you here in. You’re gonna be stuck in that several weeks, if not months.”

Avymere frowned at both of those statements, though the first had them somewhat baffled. What do they mean ‘go out in’ my pajamas? Is that… a thing people do? How desperate does one have to be to sink that low?

Embarrassment:

Still facing away, Avymere tried to curl in on themself, only to wince as a line of agony shot up their leg and chest. Part of them wanted to push Elsind back. Their friend’s presence was like sand on the wound in their mind. If they could just be left alone, no one else would have to be subjected to their pitiable weakness.

“Everything feels so heavy,” they mumbled instead. “I…. I can’t bear to face it. I just can’t.”

“Oh, Avy….” Elsind sighed sadly. They got up and, from the sounds of things, began to put together a small tray of food.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” Avyemere choked out. Even talking brought pain to their leg, as well as leaving them out of breath. “I should be strong enough. I’m meant to be. My people deserve better.”

Lots of emotions there, for such a stoic fellow. Just not a lot of happy ones. I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @nczaversnick @astor-and-the-endless-ink @sergeantnarwhalwrites and anyone else who wants in :)

[theadventurerslog]

Quest For Glory IV: Shadows of Darkness | Part 12

The Adventurer's Log

I had three nights or two more if the night Katrina sent me back out counted. Either way I spent the day wandering and doing last conversations. Nothing much to report there.

I slept at the staff mound again for a last dream. I wonder if it is the last one. Last one for me anyway.

I was looking for something and Erana was with me. I turned to her and felt her sorrow and loss. The darkness came for her again. The darkness was trapped between worlds.

And I got a vision of what looks like the Dark One sign.

Quite the start to my day of going back to the castle with those Rituals.

I went to the castle and castle gate was open at last for me.

Here we go.

I entered to the Great Hall to find Katrina, Ad Avis and presumably Cuddles the Necrotaur. Katrina was immediately passive-aggressive: "What a good boy you are. You would never do anything to hurt me, would you? Unlike some others I could name."

Then she addressed me and took us all straight to the Dark One's Cave.

She opened the mouth and then told me I had to do the rest. I needed to find the last Ritual with the High Priest and needed it before beginning the other Rituals. And she told me to be careful.

Ad Avis was snide and sneering. "We would hate for anything unpleasant to happen to you."

I might have found the High Priest immediately?

I entered to see some kind of oozy creature anyway. With a gross description:

I did not need a cross between squid and chocolate pudding. The narration further added that something about its appearance suggested it was once human, so yeah I'm going with High Priest here.

And there was a book near it. I tried Fetch, but that'd be too easy. Critter just lashed out and stopped it. However a Calm Spell put it to sleep and then I could Fetch it. It was easy after all. The book was the diary of the last Boyar confirming that critter was him. The last page had the Ritual of Essence, so that makes all of them. I had to figure out how and where to use them...

I went to the cave where I first appeared as it seemed to be the only place I could reach and it had the altar. I had to get the lighting right, so I put back my trusty torch.

Sand was on the altar and there were lines in it like it had once formed a picture. I placed the Dark One's Sign on it and formed an image of it in the sand. The Sign sunk into the sand and vanished. I'm finally rid of it I guess.

Then I used the Ritual of Bone, I'd say because this place is all bone, but it just happened to be first in my list... and only then it clicked for me. I was told this place WAS the Dark One. I've been waiting for the valves to open, so one ritual for each based on what they are...

Avoozl is said with such gravity and was said several times. I am having a little trouble taking that name seriously I admit. Don't get me wrong, still all very eerie. Just... Avoozl sounds a bit silly especially drawn out a little. Avooozl.

I got caught in a bone cage after this Ritual was complete. Teach me to laugh at its name.

Open spell didn't work--too much chaos twisting my spells. But a combination of Flame Dart, Frost Bite and Force Bolt broke them.

The next valve started wiggling more in the central room becoming available for me to enter.

Well there had to be somewhere hellish looking in here... in the more hot looking red sense that is. The whole place is kind of hellish after all.

By examining this altar, this one was clearly the Ritual of Blood.

Ergh.

After conducting the ritual acidy red stuff started flowing all over from the stone statue and blocking my way out. I had to freeze it with Frost Bite, to stop it long enough to get out.

Onto the next one and not sure what to make of this one exactly.

Tentacle flutes? Horns?

There were also bubble-like stones around.

I needed the Ritual of Breath this time.

Once complete I sensed an awakening, but also had the sense it was expecting something more. Trying to use the tentacles to blow into them just got me sucked in and killed...because I did the wrong ones. Follow the ritual words: right, left and centre. Though the structure is all a bit hard to make out in my defence.

That started a wind blowing like its breath coming through the now open door at the back and I got sucked in. A calm spell and then open got me out, but I think it was bugged or something the first time. The calm worked but the Open did nothing and I had to reload.

Next one was all dark.

Well, it was obvious this would be the Sense Ritual anyway. I could see me and my icon and that was it. I just walked whatever routes it would let me and as I progressed my senses came back one by one until the room was fully revealed with sight.

Once the ritual was complete the dendrite got lightning and I got zapped a couple times leaving. There was a probably a way to avoid that... but I survived and got out, so if it works it works.

And that just left the Heart Ritual for the centre.

Once the ritual was complete a passage opened above the stone heart.

A dramatic levitation up!

I entered an inner structure with a large crystal. Katrina and Ad Avis were waiting and Katrina commanded me to perform the final Ritual. Soon Darkness would return to the land and she would never be helpless in her coffin again. She taunted Ad Avis too calling him jealous of her triumph when he'd failed to summon Iblis thanks to my actions. Yeah, taunt the angry vampire man.

I recited the last Ritual which got very unpleasant.

Katrina was triumphant, but ya know things can't be that easy even for the antagonists.

Ad Avis zapped me and I was left dangling.

They started fighting each other, but he couldn't directly harm her. So he launched a spell at me.

Katrina threw herself at me in defence and a shadowy tendril of Avoozl took her away. Ad Avis knew that spell would attract Avoozl and she was lost to the Darkness.

That empowered Cinder Win though.

And I was able to get back up.

I summoned Erana's Staff and he wasn't particularly phased by that. He had protections against my magic. This took me a few tries to figure out as none of my spells were doing anything. I got some deaths.

And dying wasn't enough oh no! I had to listen to Ad Avis gloat about taking the town and the peasants being his fodder now that they were no longer protected by Erana's Staff. And then I got the rise of Avoozl.

It took me a few tries to figure out what to do before I landed on talking with options. Most of the options simply led to more disdain from Ad Avis.

Except one.

Oh one I was told about, but forgot. One I was told to use against a big bad trying to do me in.

The Ultimate Joke.

Ad Avis got to still be disdainful, but despite that he was compelled to laugh anyway.

And I force bolted him off the platform. Ad Avis meets his demise by falling again... falling laughing now. What a way to go.

I... I wasn't expecting that and I had forgotten it amidst everything else. After a brief bit of reflection I did decide after all his pride and taunting me, there is something satisfying in taking him down like that.

I just...

I was essentially saved by Punny Bones. That's harder to swallow. Quite a win for gnomes I suppose.... he's still no Yorick or Keapon Laffin.

Things weren't over quite yet. I had to use Erana's Staff with the crystal and then Erana's spirit was freed. Freed, she was able to drive Avoozl back to its dimension.

After four games there she is at last! Outside a portrait in the WIT (that was just Genesta...). Stories were that she was part-faerie. She looks fully faerie to me...

However, she was only a spirit and it would take more magic than she had ever known before we'd be able to be together again, so she could only thank me.

Everything resolved! I got a two weeks later message--nice to know my hero got a break--and a party was held for me in the castle.

A full gathering! With some other random people I don't know too.

The swamps were drying up so trade would be able to reopen. The king sent word and appointed Dmitri as the new Boyar. Good for him!

I'm sorry I didn't trust you at first.

One by one the remaining townsfolk and Davy thanked me for everything I'd done for them.

Still not over just yet. Erasmus finally got the crystal ball focused now the Dark One's influence was gone. They could see me at last. Fenrus said it was either a reward ceremony or a lynch mob. Thanks buddy.

Silmaria is in need of a hero and "everyone knows a Hero has to go where a Hero has to go."

I ended another game being teleported away. But at least I know by whom and why this time!

And I got to actually see Erasmus and Fenrus.

I was given my final character sheet.

497/500 points. Three points off! Oh well, that seems pretty darn good for a first time to me.

Maxed out intelligence and Flame Dart (of course).

Got congratulated for finishing the game along with the usual nudge to replay as a different class and to look forward to future Quest for Glory.

That's Quest for Glory: Shadows of Darkness complete and what a ride!

--

Final Thoughts

My favourite of the series so far and my second favourite Sierra game of what I've played/watched. King's Quest VI still comes on top for me.

I'll get my negatives out of the way first.

Combat. I continue to not be fond of it in this series. I ultimately settled for strategy mode. Maybe I should have tried the more manual arcade version more, but eh. Just never got comfortable with it. On the bright side the combat rate is low, especially felt so after my frustrations with the third game, and running away doesn't take so long freaking long, and there are various locations you can get to that'll stop the thing chasing you anyway.

Some glitchiness. I didn't run into anything game breaking for the most part except the possible lock-up when I got stuck in the lung hole near the end there, but a reload fixed that. There were some spots where the narration would cut out and a spot where the text zipped by. There was at least one spot where the wrong voice clip got used.

Now I've played through I also see where it's possible to get softlocked if you don't get the doll from the Domovoi since he stops showing up after a while. I don't know if that's actually a bug or deliberate or an oversight.

Now onto the good stuff.

The return of screen-by-screen exploring the map instead of the over-world. I vastly prefer that. It felt like a good area size too--big enough to feel like exploring, but not so big as to be a pain to navigate or feel pointless. There were plenty of areas of interest. Day and night really mattered. I also appreciated that when you'd examine the area the narration would provide some orientating directions. It definitely helped for getting around.

I enjoyed the overall atmosphere. It was darker in going for a more gothic setting, but there was still lots of humour around that gave it a nice balance. Never went into grim-dark territory though did get surprisingly sad at points. And the narration was superb.

I liked the music too! I can't say most of the music in the series up to this point really stood out to me outside an exception or two, but I've been enjoying this one's soundtrack.

Most of all: the characters! For a place full of darkness and fear it sure felt lively. It's not a big cast, but that meant there was plenty to talk about with everyone. The villagers would actually refer to each other and it just felt more lived in. I loved how much people had to say overtime and how they'd warm up to me. Characters would react to things that happened. I really felt like I was making a difference. While I enjoyed my time in Spielburg well enough, I can't say I got particularly attached to it. I got a little more attached to Shapeir. I didn't feel at all attached to Tarna, or I guess Fricana in general. I do feel more attached to Mordavia. I'm a little sad to be leaving now.

It was also nice to have some threads continue and have some closure. I learned a lot more about Erana. It was fun to see where Baba Yaga ended up after she fled Spielburg. Ad Avis is hopefully really gone now. I even got a couple tiny doses of Erasmus and Fenrus.

I felt like I had lots to do as a magic user and didn't even take as much advantage of some of my spells as I ought to have done. I'm the most curious about how the other classes are handled in this one. I felt very catered to and I hope the other classes feel that way too.

I had a very good time and it very much feels like a big enhancement on the first game specifically. I enjoyed the first game so having it but better is great.

My current rankings as stands would be 4, 2, 1, 3, but I think 1 and 2 are very close.

Next up Quest for Glory V: Dragon Fire. I'm nervous but we'll see how it goes.

[madsciencestudent]

Oh my gosh... The amount of additional world building I've done on top of David's lore for Sauria and without the evidence for like ANY of it is NUTS.

For example-

Pretty much since the beginning, I've had the term 'Root-Runners' as a name for the Blue Song lower class individuals. It relates to the second thing I'm about to write. Also, Root-Runner can either be an insult or like a reclaimed term of endearment. Idyia actually explains it to Rubra-Harenas as 'if you're a lower class or former lower class, then you can call other lower class that. But if you're middle or higher class, you're getting clawed.'

Second thing is- and actually relates to why the term Root-Runner exists- that the Avi-Saurians still have like buildings or structures up in the trees, even now that they're no longer living solely in the trees. I don't think they're making new buildings or towns in the trees/on the trees, but older villages and towns and parts of the large city are these tree buildings. (They're like giant tree houses.) (The term Root-Runners came from when lower raking individuals would be forced out of the trees which continued to happen even after they started building, well, buildings in the trees.)

While the Desert Saurians have spread out all over the Sauria mainland, the original desert oasis is still an important location for them and they have their own large, more permanent settlement there. There are some buildings located there as well as larger more like yurt type structures that can be broken down and moved but they tend to remain in one place. The Seven War Chieftians and other older/important members of the Kindred of the Tusk will often meet there for various reasons, and have been doing so more and more with the war going on. Desert Saurians who either have been crippled in battle or have never been warrior types also mostly remain in this area and act more so as care givers or support for the rest of the Kindred. (The few older Kindred Members included.) This is where a lot of injured but not dead or members who have been actively fighting for a long time and just need to rest end up most often as well.

There's also a lot of Forefather Ruins in the oasis area that the Blue Song never got to because the Desert Saurians were so protective of it.

Also, instead of 'Mother Fucker', the Kindred use 'Brother Killer'. Since... I don't think they'd care as much about their mother getting some in comparison to their worst sin.

I kinda winged it and just made a very simple dice game that the Desert Saurians play, AND there's another, very similar game at the Avi-Saurians play as well. Mostly the lower class just because of how simple I made it. (I may need to re-work this.) There's probably more versions of the game throughout all of Sauria's cultures.

...Actually, the amount of pressure for conformity within the Blue Song Empire I've been leaning on... Never really was mentioned by David. ...So, I guess that counts.

...Same with the assumptions I've been making with an Avi-Saurian having been lower class or were at one point in their lives being one of the things they treat with shame, and the classist attitudes I've been quietly imagining they have. Like, I guess there's hints of it in the actual Lore, but it's never outright stated.

The Pachi-Saurians' harvest festivals/celebrations I've mentioned before. And the Halloween equivalent for them and the Fell.

The Blue Song having outposts scattered throughout the little bits of mainland Sauria they do have control over. They'd need those, obviously, but again, it's never mentioned in the Lore.

...I'm positive there's more but that's the big ones I can think of off the top of my head.

[justalittleraven]

If dividing up resources (perhaps rations or treasure) then would your OC always be scrupulously fair? Or would they be happy to keep as much back for themselves as possible?

(for any/all)

Thank you for the ask!!

This one is funny, because all of them have slightly different stances on it, and because it made me realise I have 9 ocs in somewhat regular use. They could form a Full Party (minus Masque, they can't fight).

This'll get quite long so I'm putting it UTC

So, from the top, Ater.

Specifically when it comes to treasure, and loot in general, his stance is that if you found it you get to keep it. He might give something to someone else, if he can't use it, but otherwise he'll keep most things for himself. Same with rations, if you staying alive or getting stronger would benefit him then he'll share. is anyone surprised tho. he's voidsent

Now for the complete opposite, Micans!

He'll divide it equally, and he'll do so personally. Does he have some trust issues? Yes. He has... a lot more issues around being the wol than Ater does, simply because Micans is infinitely more caring than his voidsent counterpart. Fairness is so important to him because he grew up in incredibly unfair conditions, under the Garlean Empire, and now as an adult and the wol he has the power to do good. I doubt I need to repeat the saying about power and responsibility here, it certainly rings true for Micans.

So! Domitien.

He would like to distribute resources based on need. For as vain as he is, he knows his life is comfortable and his continued good fortunes assured, merely because of his birth. He thinks that's unfair, so he gives what he can spare to those in need. Be it alms for the poor or a traveler who needs somewhere to stay for a time, he is generous with what he has, and keeps little for himself.

Next... how about Idun?

He's greedy. He takes, and keeps, until not only their needs are satisfied but also their wants. With a taste for fancy dresses and jewelry, he'd make a poor choice to distribute any kind of resource, honestly. They'd rather think of themselves before anyone else.

I haven't posted much about the next few ocs, but let's go with Gefion next.

You find your own resources. He's survived on his own for quite a while in his forest, and he's extremely careful about who he gets close with. That includes who he shares his food, home and knowledge with. That's not to say he's hoarding it, it's just that he can't take any risks and because of that he's very closed off and unfriendly. You're not getting any (perceived) handouts or charity from him.

Mmmmaybe I got a little off track with him. Anw, Etain.

Everything's divided equally. Not necessarily fairly, but everyone gets an equal amount of whatever resource it is she's distributing. If someone needs more of something for whatever reason, that's not her problem, figure it out yourself.

Erravi (or just Avi) up next.

He was in the Imperial Army, in something of a high position, so this is something he's quite adept at! Especially when it comes to information, but also logistics in general. Everyone should have their needs met, as long as supplies last, and what resources are given depends on the task at hand. Any mission should be scouted out first, then he'll divide resources based on where they may be best used. That's not always fair, nor equal, but it gives the best results.

As for Lionnet...

He'd honestly rather not be doing this. Logistics just aren't his strong suit, he'd likely try to pass the responsibility off to someone else before trying to figure out how to divide it himself. If he was forced to, though, he'd likely listen to the group and gather knowledge about who lacks what, before making any decision.

Unfortunately I don't have any updated screenshots for Masque, but I doubt he'd be much better than Lionnet at this. She's weak, not particularly bright (at least that's what they think of themself) and horrible with making a final decision. He'd take what he needs and tell everyone else to to do the same, I'd think.

[scribblesbyavi]

I’m not worried about the world.

I’m not worried any more.

Because nothing changes.

I can scream at the top of my voice,

but who’s gonna listen?

who’s gonna ask questions?

I’ve stopped worrying too much

because no one cares.

May be I worried too much

just to find myself fighting alone.

That’s what happens to those

who wants to fight for everyone.

They are being left alone.

They die alone.

Who would care if you die tomorrow?

Am I even asking the right questions?

What matters more to you though,

People surrounding you after death

or holding you strong while you’re alive?

Today, people are happy with their lives.

Everyone has accepted their fate.

5 days work and live in the weekends.

That’s the breakdown of what we call life.

Then why do I disturb them?

Why do I try to make sense of anything?

Why do I try to find meaning in everything?

They are content with what they have.

Everyone has accepted their fate

or are they programmed to behave this way?

Keep the program running.

Keep the program running.

avis

[bastetwastaken]

Writeblr intro

Hey! I’ve been around on tumblr for a while now, and have been writing for probably the best part of fifteen years but actually only posting publicly for the last three. I’ve only ever posted fanfic, but I never stopped writing original things, I’ve just never felt able to share any of it until now. So here’s a little intro for me and my writing!

General stuff:

Call me Bastet, it’s what most know me as so it’ll just be easier

In my (very) late twenties

Living in the UK.

Other hobbies outside of writing include reading, crocheting, cross stitching, hiking and spending time with my three cats.

Bi-Ace, more sex neutral.

My anxiety can make it hard for me to post consistently, but I will ALWAYS talk about my wips with anyone willing to listen to me ramble, just be prepared for those rambles to get looooooong.

Themes in my writing:

For anyone who knows me, I think it’s safe to say I lean very much toward the cliche romance which aims to leave you wanting to gag on the sweetness whilst embracing the fuzzy warmth in your chest.

I hate sad endings. My characters will always have happy ones… eventually.

I try to keep my writing light since the real world makes us all suffer enough, so any angst will usually be light touch and always necessary to the character and or plot. I do make my OCs suffer sometimes, but not needlessly.

A focus on realistic characters, character growth and character traits.

What am I working on right now?

Untitled (titles are hard) A fantasy romance between a human and the demon who accidentally saved his life.

The general plot will follow both characters as they help each other (unintentionally at first) to heal and learn, to grow together as individuals. The human gets his opportunity to confront a past which has left him feeling empty inside and unable to form meaningful relationships, and the demon gets the chance to learn a little about what it means to be human. Their first meeting turns into a deal which binds them together, then a friendship neither thought they were capable of having, and eventually something more.

The main characters: Aviditas, Avi for short, an Incubus and Silk (placeholder name) a human.

Other fun stuff:

Demonic magic

Incubus antics

Character development and growth

Healing and comfort

A little slow burn but it’s more because these two are just idiots, with Silk thinking he’s so undeserving of any kind of care on account of past events and Avi being conditioned in Hell to believe that demons are incapable of any sort of feeling that it takes them a WHILE to work things out and actually talk.

Fun tropey romance!

I’ve tried to keep this short for the sake of everyones sanity but I will talk endlessly about this story and the characters if anyone would like to know more. (But I’ll also be posting more about them anyway so…)

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Fate or Fatuity? (working title) Another fantasy romance! No surprises here. This time, following the sons of two feuding kings who meet entirely by chance and gradually grow closer.

The general plot follows the characters as they navigate their feelings, potential conflict between their kingdoms, and how to keep their relationship a secret until they can figure it all out.

The main characters: Ilua, an elf and prince of Luceras and Akoni, a Deorum and prince of Tuath De.

This story takes place in a world of my own creation called Miotas, which draws on Celtic mythology and folklore. It includes a generous amount of magic to balance out the politics, and as with all of my writing, the romance is light and fun. Spoiler alert: there’s a happy ending.

Other fun stuff:

Elven pride getting in the way of a lot of things

Instant attraction

A little bit of deception since Akoni first meets Ilua whilst he's disguised as someone else to sneak into the Deorum kingdom.

Fun tropey romance!

Magic, who doesn’t love magic?

Overcoming prejudices.

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And I’ll stop myself there otherwise this is going to be way too long.

I’ve seen people use taglists, as I’m just starting out I don’t have one existing but if you’d like to be added to one please just let me know and I’ll do so ^.^ Specify a story, or just go all in and get tagged for everything and anything I say about these stories. I’m also looking for other writers to just chat with about original writing, as coming from a fanfic background I’ve been struggling to find that, so please feel free to drop me a DM if you wanna chat

Thanks for reading <3