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im so curious-- how well does DUDrow get on with the other companions? I've only seen your art and going off that I feel like: he gets along with Shadowheart, Gale I think he borderline cant stand, and Wyll/Lae'zel/Karlach I have no idea how he'd feel about them but id love to know!
So, funfact, because I was not familiar with these kinds of games at the time I played BG3, I practically stuck with the same exact party the entire playthrough. I distinctly remember swapping Wyll in for Astarion once at the end of act 2 because I thought he NEEDED to be there to find Mizora, and I replaced Gale with Karlach when I went to kill Gortash. Otherwise... It was pretty much always just DU drow, Shadowheart, Astarion and Gale. I did this because they were the characters I liked most, so I wanted to see all they had to offer.
Anyways, I mention this because it reflects how DU drow related to everyone - which is to say that he didn't. He picked his favorites (two because he liked them, one because he has fireball) and didn't get particularly close to anyone else.
BUT, there were definitely notable dynamics!
Lae'zel: She's dead. He killed her night 3 or something. Before that he thought her annoyingly demanding and over the top. I don't think DU drow even remembers her by the end of the game.
Gale: Just to add to your original observation, Gale and DU drow have a little bit of history. Gale tries, for about half of the campaign, to pursue him romantically. DU drow keeps turning him down and is either misinterpreted or ignored, and by the time Gale does give up on him their relationship has completely soured to the point where they are constantly shooting daggers at each other. (this reflects a romance bug I got in my first run, except I didn't realize it was a bug. Either way I think its more interesting storytelling than the intended experience.)
Wyll: DU drow was profoundly frustrated by Wyll every step of the way. He found him to be incredibly naive and a bit delusional in his pursuit for heroism, and could never relate to Wyll's perspective or choices - the few he made for himself, at least. They definitely had the least in common and DU drow avoided interacting with him most of the time.
Halsin: He didn't care for Halsin much. He was vaguely helpful but by the time they got to the shadow-cursed lands DU drow had the impression he'd only been dragged here to help him clear his conscience, which he didn't appreciate. Also, he couldn't bear to have someone in camp be taller than himself. Halsin was left behind in Act 2.
Jaheira: DU drow fucking loves Jaheira. They bickered and borderline insulted each other and had a great time doing it. He can respect anyone who will call him a monster, threaten to murder him in his sleep, and make light fun at him the next day. It helps that she's hot, also.
Minsc: Weird hamster man. Ocasionally rendered him speechless. Puzzling human being.
Karlach: He didn't get Karlach, but he was often amused by her and curious enough to want to hear what she had to say. There was a similar issue here as Wyll's where he just couldn't relate to her enough to have much to discuss, but Karlach at least had an edge to her that made her far better company. They got along pretty well when the topic wasn't serious, but when it came to the problems she actually faced their perspectives shifted significantly. DU drow thought everything could be fixed, that accepting her own demise was a cowardly thing to do - and as they approached the end, and she asked him if he would stay with her when she died, he thought she was weak. I don't know if he ever discusses it with anyone, but he feels guilty about her death to this day and sees it as personal failure.
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Do y’all ever think about the Gortash and Raphael parallels?
I am still SO salty that BG3 didn’t dive deeper into Raphael, Mephistopheles, and Gortash, because I feel like it could’ve been a phenomenal addition to the game since one of the main themes is the cycle of abuse, and whether or not you choose to continue it.
We can infer that Raphael and Mephisto don’t have a stellar relationship. In fact it was likely very abusive, and probably the driving force behind Raphael’s narcissistic behavior (If no one at all cares for me, then I will be all I care about).
And even though he is technically the heir the archduke, and that certainly gives him an advantage, Raphael is still a cambion, not a full devil. Cambions are looked down upon for their mortal half, and most end up just working for another archdevil. And since they are immortal, being an heir I feel would function more as just an additional title, rather than something with great weight. Raphael is a special case because he seems to be rather independent compared to someone like Mizora, who heavily relies on staying in Zariel’s good favor. Whether or not there was nepotism at play, Raphael still most likely had to do a tremendous amount of work to get where he is.
And then we have Gortash, who starts from practically nothing. Before even entering the House of Hope, he was already at a disadvantage. He was abused by the Flymms, and then he lived in literal hell with Raphael as the only adult figure that even slightly resembles a parent before getting out and once again having to start with nothing. He had to literally claw and fight to get where he is.
Raphael and Gortash are very similar characters with very similar goals, both tenacious, ambitious and heavily rely on their wits. Gortash wants to conquer Baldur’s Gate and then beyond, Raphael wants to conquer the nine hells. Even their styles are somewhat reminiscent of each other, with Enver’s ostentatious clothes seemingly being influenced by Raphael’s taste. This is especially clear if you look at the concept art for the characters.
Like you can see the resemblance. (Also Larian PLEASE give Gortash back his thigh-high boots)
The setup is already there, WHY didn’t they lean more into it? Both Raphael and Enver would have that feeling of “I fucking despise you. I absolutely loathe you, but I want you to see me. I want you to look upon what I’ve achieved and give me the respect I’m owed”.
Like there is no doubt in my mind that the way Raphael sees Gortash is similar to the way Mephisto sees him.
Even if it had been through diary entries and letters, it would've been nice to see more of this, and it would’ve developed both Raphael and Gortash more. Mephistopheles wouldn’t even need to make an appearance (although he would’ve been cool to see. the worse the father the hotter he is as a dilf, I don’t make the rules)
#baldur's gate 3#bg3 raphael#raphael the cambion#bg3 enver gortash#lord enver gortash#bg3#enver flymm#enver gortash#baldur's gate 3 raphael
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Really fucked up that, when they’re young, Patrick and Art are SO tactile with each other, so comfortable sharing the same space. Art lets Patrick touch him and move him and physically overwhelm him and easily acquiesces to it, if not outright enjoys it.
Then in the present, they’ve been so far out of each other’s orbit for so long, held such animosity that when they have their moment alone in the sauna, Art physically recoils from Patrick’s close proximity! It’s so painful to watch because even as Patrick’s goading him, it’s so obvious he wants to be able to get back into Art’s space. But Art has erected all these walls around himself, he refuses to give Patrick an inch or even admit to missing how close they used to be!
AND THEN we see Art and Tashi later and he wants her to hold him, to be gentle with him, and just TOUCH him. Like, he does miss that kind of close physical contact! He either doesn’t know how to ask for it or is uncomfortable being that openly vulnerable. Worth noting that he pretty much always defers to Tashi in regard to initiating physical intimacy (with their first kiss, though he does state his desire, SHE has to be the one to make the first move). And it seems pretty obvious that Tashi herself isn’t comfortable providing that intimacy, whereas Patrick actively seeks to provide it (the hug/forehead kiss after their win together in the early years, dragging the stool closer to him).
Art has tried very hard to act like he doesn’t need physical affection and even though his discipline and devotion to Tashi has made him a stronger tennis player, it’s made him a hollow person, which, in turn, has kept him from becoming a GREAT tennis player.
All of this, of course, is why the ending hits so damn hard.
#challengers#challengers spoilers#art donaldson#unfortunately i have once again zeroed in on the most repressed character and made them my favorite#lol @ all the people saying he’s a manipulative snake: that’s part of what makes him great!#i think a fair amount of that manipulation or attempts at it come from a fear of loss and being alone#if he has to lose one to keep the other he’ll do it because it’s better than being left behind#hoo boy yet another character trait my fucked up faves have in common 😬#let’s not even get into how tashi AND patrick are trying to do right by him#tashi by making it so he can retire with a career to be proud of#patrick (who was pissed on art’s behalf wrt throwing the match) by laying all his cards on the table (court)#and giving art what he needed to play a great fucking game#there’s a whole other post to be written about how tashi and patrick handle art in similar ways#specifically that he submits to them so easily they take charge of him manipulate him the ways they want#good lord i need to see this movie again#or not might not be conducive to keeping my brain from melting out my ears lol
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i think we are all forgetting something when we talk about how toxic patrick, tashi, and art are — or when we decide one is “worse” than the other. they all have moments of seeing right through it, seeing each other’s toxic behavior for what it is, and STILL want and need each other in this possessive, envious, visceral way.
1. in the way beginning, tashi is clearly flirting more with art than patrick, and patrick is visibly annoyed. art sees right through it and even challenges him like “okay, let’s leave”, and has this little smirk on his face because he knows patrick won’t give up on tashi.
2. tashi immediately sees the visible tension and love between art and patrick, and literally orchestrates their first kiss. she sees right through their repression, and even calls herself a “home-wrecker” but still entangles herself with them, especially patrick because he’s clearly the better tennis player at that point and that is tash’s ONLY true love. tennis. that’s what she desires most in him, and patrick knows that. he even calls her out on it in the dorm room scene. but they have this mirroring fire in each other that neither of them can give up, not until patrick breaks the balance and bails — tashi’s injury is literally a metaphor for the balance shattering between all three of them when patrick leaves her.
3. before this, patrick sees right through art trying to break them up, and even admires that quality — maybe even feels smug and flattered because art is jealous and feels left out from both tashi and patrick. patrick has known this all along, we saw it in the “tick-serve” scene, where he even swears to tashi he won’t tell anyone but he still tells art, who is desperate to feel a part of them and patrick wants that, too — even keeps that close intimacy with art that we see in the churro scene (swoon swoon swoon).
4. haven’t you noticed that arts desire to be great is only ever tied up in patrick and tashi? how he needs to beat patrick to win tashis affection, how he needs to win in tennis so that tashi can live through him, how he lives up to his potential in the ending only because tashi and patrick push him to it, in their little fucked up ways? he knows this — he even admits that he’s playing for tashi, that he knows she’s living through him. he even admits he’s playing a fucked up little game with patrick when they’re in the sauna. yet he still does it. again, he knows what’s happening, sees right through them — still does it, still loves them.
5. when tashi calls patrick to come pick her up he knows it’s not just to tell him to throw the match — and despite how she battles him about it, they still have sex in the car, because he already knows. he’s so fully aware of her and her game and he’s so willing to be caught up in it, the same as art.
just some examples of how they all have moments of clarity and agency and yet they still choose to be entangled in one another because they’re all fucked up in their own, individual ways, and they’re all living through each other for their own specific needs. arts is to be seen as worthy, as great, but only through their gaze. tashis is to have the career that was stolen from her. patricks is truly to be in love and in lust with both of them, because we even see that from the beginning that tashis love alone will never satiate him; it has to be arts love, too. that scene in the sauna when he thinks he’s lost it from art is the most sad and fucked up we ever even see patrick. on top of tashi asking him to throw the game — he’s so defensive of arts feelings.
in short this is an actual love triangle (and i would go as far as to see it as a polyship). you can’t erase one without the whole thing unraveling, and you can’t say one character was the “worst” without picking apart the motivations and pointing to the fact that their bad behavior was never a secret or left unchecked.
even at the end, patrick signals to art that he slept with tashi — art knows and they still have that intimate completion at the end, all three of them. art living up to his potential and embracing patrick fully (id argue this could even be a metaphor for embracing his bisexuality), patrick having both tashi and arts affection again, and tashi playing a phenomenal tennis match through her little white boys — in such a visceral, emotional way that she cries out like she did in the beginning and the last frame is her smiling.
in a fucked up way, they all get what they wanted out of each other.
#challengers#challengers spoilers#tashi duncan#art donaldson#patrick zweig#zendaya#mike faist#josh o'connor#luca guadagnino#text post
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IM GOING BACK TO COACH PATRICK, FUCK IT
because he like. he knows how awful this is - you're like, probably barely twenty, for christsake. but you look at him with such dumbstruck adoration and he realises what it's like to hold that kind of real power over someone for the first time and he wonders if this is what him and art looked like that sunny afternoon watching tashi play.
and he knows hes a horrible, perverted, gross old man, because your backstroke is as clean and powerful as hers was. your cloying, puppy-dog voice whenever you're trying to get something you want is just like his. and maybe you're just a really fucking good tennis player. maybe he's making the resemblances up in his head.
but it doesnt matter because when you're face-down in your frilly pink bed begging for him to "fuck me harder, daddy, please, fuck--" he can pretend.
of course, he actually comes down to the even more horrible realization he might be in love with you. outside of your resemblance to his former lovers. which is a whole nother can of worms.
as is the first big tennis event you attend with patrick zweig as your coach - running right into the donaldsons. who think your game is great, and wouldn't you like to play with them sometime?
-toxic poly kit ♡
tw for: TOXIC POLYCULE IN THE MAKING. LIKE SO TOXIC. LIKE TASHI AND PATRICK ARE NOT GOOD PEOPLE AND NEITHER IS ART FOR THAT MATTER. READER NEEDS TO BE FAR AWAY FROM THESE PEOPLE BUT HER FATE IS SEALED.
cw: toxic age gap dynamics, cheating (not really but it feels like it), everyone but reader being a POS. age play talk hinted at but not explicitly on page, mommy and daddy kink. some dubcon mentioned as well.
I'm playing with the idea in my head of patrick using you as a distraction (at first) and later on - a way to get art and tashis attention. he knows them. he knows that seeing him be the coach of some up and coming tennis prodigy would grind their gears. you notice how tense he is on the day you play against donaldson - how much seriously he'd taken preparing you for this match. and you can see why. you're excellent, but art wipes the floor with you. you keep up as best you can but you've never gone against someone that intense before. by the end you're dripping sweat in rivers and panting. you feel sick, thinking you let down patrick, but when you meet him he's ecstatic. grinning ear to ear. he said he knew you wouldn't beat art - that wasn't the point. the point was to make him sweat a little, and you had. you'd gained both his and tashis attention with your style. he promises to take you out for ice cream later - he just needs to talk to some old friends first.
you wait for hours before you get antsy and go looking for him, the hotel you're staying at is big and the room is lonely without him. you look but you can't find him anywhere. it takes you awhile before you think to check the donaldsons suite. you ask the desk lady what room they're staying in and are surprised when she gives you a room key. says your name is on their guest list, along with patricks. you blink but take the key anyway. it's strange to you, you'd never met art or his coach - wife - before today. even though you'd seen them plenty on TV. you'd look up to them if you weren't already so spellbound by patrick.
you're naive, because you don't think to knock before going in - your mind just wants to see your coach - be near him, you don't mind at all that it's probably rude to drag him away from his friends.
you should have knocked.
you halt in the doorway as the sight before you registers. slowly like through molasses.
alot of bare skin. you recognize patricks body immediately, having felt it against your own plenty of times.
it's not just his body though. it's his and tashis and arts and they're all undressed and tashi is riding - she's riding patrick like she's done it a hundred times before, moaning loudly as she bounces up and down on that same cock you've felt inside you. patricks hands are on her waist - gripping her like a lifeline. you can hear his grunts too, he's chanting her name - over and over again in reverence. in adoration. your stomach twists.
and art, the man who'd you gone toe to toe with on the other side of the net just hours before is lying beside the two writhing bodies, slowly stroking his cock as he bites his bottom lip, seeming content to watch for the moment.
none of them heard you come in.
you don't know why you stand and watch for as long as you do. some twisted sense of masochism. you feel stupid you think, for thinking you meant anything to patrick other than a tight body to fuck and a ticket to land him where he is now. you feel stupid and so you burn this Image into your head and let it hurt you so you'll learn to not be this stupid ever again.
morbidly, you think of how beautiful they all look together. and how this isn't the first time they've all slept together. the ease of which their bodies move is too fluid.
tashi leans down and you get a view of her bare pussy split around patricks cock - she murmurs something to him, something that makes his fingers come around and dig into her ass as he hisses her name. something that makes arts hand speed up on his cock.
it's when his fist is wrapped around his tip that his eyes flick to the door idily - your eyes connect and his hand freezes on his dick. his pink lips part in shock and he sits up, the motion catching tashis attention and she turns her head, hips still moving on patrick. and something about that - about locking gazes with tashi in particular - sends you stumbling back.
you spin around and dart out of the room. you hear the sound of shuffling, patrick cursing and then calling your name but you're already gone. slamming the door behind you.
you don't really have anywhere to go. patrick drove you here. you're completely dependent on him to go back home. but the thought of patrick finding you right now, all pathetic and confused and heartsick - you can't stomach it.
you don't go back to the room. you leave the hotel entirely. lost in a city you've never been too.
in your pajamas.
people give you strange looks as you pass by and eventually you find a bar. you're not old enough to drink yet - but you're older than 18, so you're allowed in. you wish you could have a shot, but you settle for a glass of coke and cradle the glass in your hands, thinking about what to do.
you'll have to go back eventually.
or you could uber home? it'd be expensive as hell, given you were states away from home. you patted your bottoms stupidly only to realize you'd left your phone in the room.
great. you'd definitely have to face patrick.
you imagined the pitying look he'd give you. like you really thought he had any loyalty to you, that you were special. like his little girlfriend or something. stupid. stupid girl.
you blink in suprise when someone recognizes you from today's match, wanting your autograph. it gives you a moment of levity. at least you have tennis. you did really like the sport. you wanted to keep getting better at it. but could you do that under patrick still? with how you felt? you didn't know. the thought of seeing him at all made you want to throw up.
you spitefully hoped he felt like shit but you doubted he did. you at least hoped he was panicking about where you were. the stress was the least he could suffer.
you dont know how long you sat there. the ice cubes in your coke long since melted. you hadn't yet taken a sip - when you felt someone sit next to you. and a wash of elegant fragrance hit your nose. whoever it was, they had to be rich.
you peeked at them and your fingers twitched around your glass in shock.
tashi.
every hair perfectly in place. dressed to the nines in a simple black slip dress. looking stunning and beautiful and not at all affected by earlier events.
she tilted her head at you, “coke? really?” her lips curl. “don't you think you deserve something stronger?”
your lips part. you dont know what to say to this woman. this woman patrick is obviously in love with. you should spit in her face.
“im not old enough.” is what you say instead. meekly.
“jesus patrick,” she says under her breath. his name on her mouth makes your gut churn. she pinches her brow like she's tired. “at least tell me you're legal.”
“im nineteen” you tell her, a little petulant. you didn't like being treated like a child. well. except those times when patrick - no. don't think about him.
tashis manicured nails tap against the bartop as she studies you. you are reminded of how under dressed you are in comparison to her and twitch under her analytical gaze.
“that's some backhand.” she tells you conversationally and you don't know what to say to that. she's talking to you about tennis right now?
“thank you.” you're compelled to tell her anyway. an automatic response to her praise, which you sense doesn't come often.
it's strange that you want to cry and kick her and ask her for a hug all at the same time.
“have you always been that good?”
you stare down into the liquid of your glass, frowning.
tashi sighs. “you're hurt.” a statement. a noted fact. “patrick didn't tell you about us.”
tears prick your eyes. you don't look at her. so fucking stupid.
“have you been fucking him?”
you glance at her in suprise and she smiles. sly.
“I know you are, actually.”
“he told you?”
“no. but it's obvious.”
you go quiet again.
tashi fills the silence easily. “he's losing his mind looking for you right now. I don't think I've seen him so worried about someone other than himself.”
you try to ignore the way your heart jumps hopefully. fail. stupid. stupid.
“it doesn't matter.” you tell her. “why are you telling me this? you won him.”
she raises a brow.
“there's no winning patrick zweig. hes about as loyal as a dog. which is to say - he'll lick whoever holds a hand out.”
you don't know why you have the desire to defend patrick. you just don't like the way she's talking down about him. you don't think she's right, which is insane to think considering the situation you're in.
but had he ever promised you loyalty?
“you love him.”
another statement.
you don't bother denying it, either.
tashi hums. seeming to appreciate the lack of bullshitting. she shoulders her little clutch and flips her hair smoothly. everything about her is smooth, she moves effortlessly like water.
you can see why patrick wants her.
“come with me.” her hand slips into the dip of your elbow. you don't fight her as she tugs you up. she pays your tab - just an undrunk coke. “I'll get you something real to drink back at the hotel.”
you flinch at the reminder of the scene you walked in on. she sees it and squeezes your arm, guiding you outside. for some reason unknown to you, it comforts you. the touch somehow dominant and maternal all at once. you let her lead you back to the hotel like a lost little lamb.
when you get back to her room - patrick is immediately in your space - he's frantic and relieved and angry all at once. big hands cupping your face. holding you back to inspect you for any damages. worried eyes flicking up and down your body. his fingers dig into your shoulders and he gives you a little shake when he decides you're okay.
“dont ever pull that shit again.” his voice has that serious, pissed tone to it that usually makes your pussy wet. and well, it still does. but now you're genuinely upset.
you smack his hands off you. “don't tell me what to fucking do. you're my coach not my dad. I don't report to you.”
his eyes flash. his jaw ticks. you hate how fucking beautiful he is when he's angry. you hate that you know the reason his hair is wild and stuck in all directions and his shirt is on inside out is because he'd been in the middle of fucking another woman.
said woman who is pouring herself a glass of wine and watching the interaction with thinly veiled interest. art comes up to her, touches her arm, and she gives him a look, seeming to communicate alot with just that. he bites his lip and leans his hip against the dresser, watching you too.
“im not your daddy, huh?” patrick says, mean. “funny because that's not what you said last night when I was inside that tight cun -”
your palm rings from the slap you deliver. his head snaps to the side with the force of it. your eyes burn and you shove a finger into his chest. he looks down at you in shock, his cheek red from your handprint, lips parted as you get in his face.
“and you'll never feel it again.” you tell him, chin wobbling. you force it straight. “I don't want your fucking slimy hands on me ever again.”
patrick works his jaw. licks his teeth and you realize you'd slapped him hard enough to split his lip when he tongues the beading of blood there.
“you're a child.” he tells you. cold.
you glare up at him.
“yeah, one you couldn't keep your dick out of despite being in love with two other people. fucking pervert. I bet you signed up to coach all those girls because no one your age would fuck you and some jailbait pussy would be good for your bruised ego, huh.”
patrick is looking at you like he wants to wrap his hands around your neck and choke you. you almost wish he would. your pulse hammers wildly in your throat, and you shoot a look at tashi and art over his shoulder and she dips her head - something about that motion - like she's giving her approval for you to go on, makes you lick your lips and continue -
“and I bet when I threw myself at you and begged for private lessons it felt real fucking nice to be wanted like that. to have someone in the palm of your hand that thought the world of you, only because she couldn't see the real you -” you step closer, craning your neck to meet him. “- but I see the real you now patrick. and I know you're nothing but a bumfuck loser who couldn't amount to anything on his own, so you had no choice but to manipulate someone more naive than you into thinking you were hot shit.” you gesture to tashi and art. “and they're married, patrick. they're in love. you'll never fully be apart of what they have, but you'll keep taking scraps because you're fucking pathetic when it comes down to it.”
“stop fucking talking.” he grits out. he looks, for the first time, like he hates you. “you don't know shit, little girl.”
good.
“you're right I don't.” you step back. “I don't think I can begin to grasp the dynamic going on here between the three of you, but I do know I want no part in it.”
you reach behind you for the door. “im going back to the room. do what you want and then take me the fuck home tomorrow.”
the snick of the door closing sounds more like a resounding slam. patrick stares at the empty space you occupied and swallows heavily. his chest aches. he rubs his jaw.
“I like her.” tashi says, coming up behind patrick. her breasts push against his back through her dress but he doesn't feel anything. “she reminds me of me at that age. is that why you fucked her?”
patricks lip twist to the side and he steps away from her. turns and glares even though he knows this shit is all his own fault.
“she's nothing like you.” he spits.
“she is and she isn't.” art says. he'd been chewing on his nail, elbow propped up on the dresser. “she has tashis fire. but she's sensitive. vulnerable, too. you really fucked her up, man.”
a pang hits patrick right in the stomach.
“I dont know how to fix it.” he admits miserably. he squeezes his hands into fists. runs a hand through his disheveled hair. puffs out a breath. “she fucking hates me.”
“it'll make her a better player.”
“jesus, tashi. that's not what this was about-”
“I know.” she shrugs. “but it will. she might even beat art next time.”
art snorts, but he doesn't disagree. a big part of him feels so bad for you - he sees himself in you, too. that adoration you had for patrick. that hope and fragile tender heart. it was unfortunate you'd gotten wrapped up in patrick and tashis orbit just like he was, because there really was no escape. you could let it eat you alive and make you miserable, or you could jump into the fire and let the flames consume you. art had made his choice long ago, but the decision hadn't been easy. he just hoped it didn't break you, in the end. he had liked playing with you. would like to do so again.
tashi slid her hand up patricks arm.
he inhaled, “I dont know if…”
“its alright.” she told him, running her other hand down his stomach and cupping his already hard cock through his slacks. patrick moaned, unable to help himself. swaying into her. “I want you to tell me about her while you fuck me.”
arts cock twitched in his sweats despite himself. he swallowed at about the same time patrick did.
“tash.” patrick groaned as she undid the buttons - slid his pants down and gripped his flushed cock. “you're so fucked up.”
tashi just grinned, using her grip on his cock as a leash as she stepped back pulling him with her - art watched like a hungry hawk. already sliding his own hand into his sweats to grip himself.
tashi layed back on the bed like a cat, spread her thighs as patrick leaned over her - guided him inside her -
“tell me how tight she is.” tashi whispered right as he slid home and patricks eyes fluttered shut with a groan as he rocked his hips. tashi gripped his ass to pull him fully against her. “tell me.” she panted.
“she's - fuck - she's so fucking tight. has the smallest fucking pussy -”
tashi hummed and licked her lips - “mm, I bet. did she bleed the first time?”
art cursed as his cock throbbed. tashi looked over at him with a knowing glint in her eyes as he flushed with shame. tugged on his cock helplessly as he waited with baited breath for patricks answer.
“Yeah. shit, yeah.” patrick hunched over tashi, working his hips faster. the smack of their flesh starting to fill the room. “but she wanted it. so fucking much - fucking - fuck - begged me to put it in again when I pulled out.”
tashis eyes fluttered, her own flush filling her cheeks. art realized she was getting off on this too, it wasn't just about teasing patrick. art groaned. his wife was such a fucking sadist and he loved her for it.
“begged her daddy to break her little virgin pussy in -” she goaded, wrapping her legs around him. “know she calls you that. can see it all over her face. you're such a dirty old man.” she moaned, the insult having no heat with how turned on she sounded by it. “she's in her room crying and her daddys gonna cum in my pussy thinking about fucking his little girl.”
jesus christ.
the sound patrick let out was animalistic. he pressed tashi down into the bed - fucked her hard and fast and tashi squealed - wrapped her arm around his shoulder and whispered dark things in his ear that art couldn't hear but just the image of it all - the debauchery of what they were all doing- getting off to you- he was so close -
“should've made her stay - should've fucked the brat out of her while me and art watched - should have fucked me in front of her and made her lick your cum out of my pussy, fuck. I wanna see you fuck her - I wanna see how that tight little pussy takes this big cock - you're not gonna listen to her are you? she doesn't mean it. she wants you to touch her, she wants you to force yourself into her disobedient cunt and show her who her daddy is. she doesn't control you. daddy fucks who he wants. she needs to be punished - she needs - fuck - she needs to be broken in more - you should let me do it - let mommy have a go at her - let me play with your little girls pussy - let art have her too. we'll show her. we'll make her good again for her daddy -”
dark promises whispered and pressed against patricks ear until he came inside her with a roar. imagining you under him, with all of them there, watching him force his load deep inside you.
in your room, you lay on the hotel bed and wondered what the future would hold. for the first time, you were nervous about it.
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Comforting a Scared Child Reader
warning(s): Jax, Caine, and Bubble are warning enough... A/N: These turned into less of a direct comfort and more of a how they'd distract them... sorta... though to be fair it wasn't gonna be very detailed given I had to write everyone... I think if I re-did these properly I'd only do a couple of characters to elaborate on. I don't think Bubble was intended, but I included him because of chaos. Needless to say, I think most of them would kinda suck at comforting a scared child, but they'd definitely put on a strong front to try and comfort them. request: Please can you do some seperate prompts of each circus member and ai comforting a scared child reader?
Pomni
She’s not the ideal person to comfort someone but she knows what it’s like to be new and scared—plus when she finds out you’re only a child??
Pomni tries her best, she really does—it’s like seeing you scared and shaking gives her barely just enough courage to step up and comfort you.
She’s not one for touching but if you need a hug while she’s around she’ll likely give you one.
It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s about as shakey and anxious as a chihuahua, but she tries her hardest to come off as calm and normal for your sake.
Pomni gives off anxious first-time big sister vibes.
Jax
Also not an ideal person when it comes to comfort, but he can only imagine how terrified you are right now.
The others are adults and can handle his bullshit, you however are a child and he’s not about to bully a child. As tempting and funny as the thought is.
Jax uses his jokes—on a less insulting, more child-friendly level—to try and calm you down. When he gets you calmed down and the two of you start to get buddy-buddy? Oh, it’s over for those suckers.
It takes the whole gang to try and prevent Jax from turning you into a mini Jax, though he does let you tag along for the more minor kid-friendly jokes and shenanigans.
"Who the fuck leaves a child unsupervised to put on some weird sketchy headset??"
Jax gives off the cool, prankster big brother vibes.
Gangle
She’s just barely holding it together on a good day, but the moment a child shows up scared and crying? Big sister mode activated.
Gangle’s the type to try and calm you down with stuffed animals or art depending on just how young you are. She’s got all sorts of craft stuff and a collection of stuffed animals, she even lets you pick one out to keep for yourself.
While in big sister mode, she’s a little more protective and worrying, trying to keep you from getting hurt by Caine’s little games or away from Jax’s nasty behaviour.
Unlike Pomni, Gangle likes hugs and is always willing to hug you or hold you if you start to miss home or your parents.
Gangle gives off the protective big sister vibes.
Kinger
Surprisingly, Kinger is the best out of all of them when it comes to taking care of a kid. He’s the quickest to get you to stop crying and the quickest to distract you from those scary thoughts. He’s also the first one to ask for your permission before picking you up with ease.
Out of all of them, he’s the one who watches after you the most—sure it’s a joint effort in babysitting you but he’s the one who watches after you the most.
If you’re particularly young he’ll probably carry you around or hold your hand—even if you could technically walk away with his hand, at least he knows where you are.
Similarly to Gangle, he’ll find something you like and either play with you or talk to you about it. God, if you also have an interest in insects like this man then he’ll tell you all sorts of useless facts and stories, all the gross picture books.
Kinger gives off warm, golden retriever dad energy.
Zooble
Not surprising Zooble isn’t great with kids, and not great with touch either. It’s not they can’t carry you but they’ve only really got one good arm to carry you with and it’s just…awkward for them.
That said if they see you fidgeting or picking at some part of yourself in an anxious-like fashion they’ll offer up their left arm for you to fiddle with. It’s a little more sensor-friendly to fiddle with if you exclude the pointy claw bits, they make sure you don’t hurt yourself. It’s not the most pleasant feeling having their limb messed with, so it doesn’t happen too often.
Zooble doesn’t really do much with you, but if you find yourself wanting to sit with them instead of play with the others they won’t protest. On occasion, they might play with you, or read you a book or whatever as long as it doesn’t involve them doing much.
Zooble gives off relaxed, lazy big sibling energy.
Ragatha
Similar to Gangle she gets her shit together when a child shows up, her chipper optimistic shtick comes in handy when it comes to comfort. She hasn’t had to deal with a child in a really long time though—were they always so…loud?
Ragatha’s the second one who watches after you the most, if she had it her way you’d never be around Jax, he’s a bad influence. But if you like playing with him then the most she can do is stay close by and make sure he doesn’t do or say anything badly. (Man’s gonna give her a heart attack)
Similar to Kinger and Gangle, she’ll play with you and let you join in with Caine’s less dangerous games. She’s nervous to play hide and seek with you but if you really wanna play she’ll set an area limit so that you don’t accidentally get hurt.
Ragatha gives off frantic first-time mother energy.
Caine
Doesn’t know the first fuckin thing about children, well he does but he’s never actually interacted with one.
Thank heaven for the censorship, he doesn’t want that foul language anywhere near your young little ears.
Caine’s the worst person to be left alone with you, not that he’ll be bad to you no, he just won’t understand that while he’s trying to keep you entertained and happy it’s probably a huge safety risk. If the shit the adults experience is dangerous god only knows what he might subject you to by accident.
Despite everything, Caine is actually pretty good at getting you to stop crying. It helps when he can quite literally snap his fingers and poof a random toy you might like or something else he thinks is cool.
Caine gives off crazy Uncle vibes that you only get to see during big family get-togethers because he has a habit of causing trouble on accident.
Bubble
For the love of all that is holy. Do. Not. Leave. The. Child. With. Bubble.
I take back what I said about Caine being the worst to leave you with, Bubble is the worst. Well, they both are but still.
While entertaining (and disturbing) to watch Bubble do stupid stuff, everyone will tell you not to do what he does—or say what he does, in fact just pretend he doesn’t exist. He’s a bad role model.
NO. STOP. DON’T EAT THE SOAP. I DON’T CARE THAT HE SAID IT WAS TASTY. HE CAN’T TASTE. YOUR GONNA TAKE THE WORD OF A LITERAL TALKING BUBBLE?
Bubble is that dumb dog that eats its own vomit because it can, that’s his vibe. Don’t be a Bubble.
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YOU are making me play the game while I am loosing my mind because thesis buy your art is soul feeding how dare you (praise the lamb!)
I fucking LOVE Shamura you draw them less than others but when you do they always enter with a bang! (And important important plots thats why they be best bishop in my not at all biased opinion 😂) can't wait to see them more in your style and stories!
Also something I've noticed why Shamura being that bitch it doesn't come to me as completely unsympathetic or meant to be %100 cruel. "You refused to bow did you not" speaks volumes imho. You didn't break or fell to grief then you WON'T do it now. Both meant to sting a little and give them a chin up...at least that's how I interprited it. Will they accept it? Will he and lamb finally have the conversation about...EVERYTHING they need to have? Narinder , why everything went the way it did , the lambs , godhood... because if the bloody MS tells me Shamura didn't need them because how brilliant they are then I would DAMN well want to have them as an advisor.
Sorry for the vord vomit I love your art and you for making them!! Have a great day! ❤️❤️
(They are telling u to please work on your thesis and praise the lamb)
I dont think Shamura is necesarily evil either, mostly stating things as they are. While they are doing things out of their own interest and dont care to be kind about it, still its way better to have them as an ally me thinks. Even if its little what they can contribute in their current state its still valuable.
I appreciate the word vomit ✨✨ hope ur days good too!
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F and Z for nomad steve! i love that fic tbh
From this ask game and about the Hideout series with touch-starved!Steve x motel employee!reader.
*sorry this took so long. Technically wasn't doing these anymore but then again this month has been a miserable mess of work and allergy pain, so this might get something flowing writing-wise. Enjoy!
Dirty headcanons ahoy! Minors DNI, please and thank you. There is plenty for you to enjoy from my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you!
F - Food Play
Ok, this one is very simple: food in the bedroom generally means something in his hand or in your hand that isn't part of the other person. Steve prefers skin-to-skin contact. He likes to be touching you and likes you to be touching him. He doesn't give a shit about food other than providing you with whatever you need or want of it to fuel sexual activities--or life, ya know, because he's very respectful and aware that life is not about sex--just not food during sex. Sorry. It holds no interest for him.
If you want to, cool, but that doesn't enhance anything for him.
Z - Zones
Uh...everywhere?!
But ok, I see what y'all want. Let's break this down, full-body style, starting with extremities.
Steve has a thing with his hands. It's an intimate act to offer love and affection to parts of him that inflict damage and pain. This is something he enjoys about art: good and beautiful things can come from a piece of him used for violence. As far as his feet? This is more of a playful enjoyment, a comfort. Steve doesn't derive sensuality from touching his feet, but he fakes being ticklish so he can act a little childish and playful with you. He likes to be barefoot (as a sign he isn't ready to run), and if his legs are on you, his feet are likely pressed to you as well. Hopefully that makes sense. Steve likes to tuck into your body as much as possible.
Alrighty, LEGS! Take a deep breath, ladies, because Steve gets extremely excited for a sharp grip on his thighs and just a hint of your nails biting his skin while you go down on him. That's not a sign it's too much for you; he takes that as encouragement. He likes when your hands go groping and wandering anywhere while you slowly take him as deep as you can (mouth or pussy), but he is an absolute whore for your enthusiasm. When you act like you can't possibly have enough of him at once, he cannot possibly hold in his own appreciation.
🥴
::takes break to scream into the void::
Onto the arms, head, and chest...right...yeah, so, Nomad's got that gorgeous fucking hair, but do not pull on it--not hard, ok, not a lot. You get far more from Steve by being gentle around his upper body, similar to the hands. He feels devotion and adoration through gentle touch above the belt. He likes the sort of all-encompassing feel of being hugged or slightly smothered by your body on his. If you cage his face in with your arms and hands, if you make the world feel shrunken to just the two of you in that moment, Steve melts. He's a goner for that. He likes your weight on his chest--or face because face-sitting is great--but as much skin-to-skin contact as possible is always welcome.
Steve gets oddly thrilled by you placing his body how you'd like. Other than the hair or beard, he enjoys you tugging at him to maximize your own comfort or pleasure. That's often how he learns what drives you crazy, in good and bad ways.
This brings us to, yes, you guessed it: the ass, cock, and balls.
Ironically, very sensitive and erogenous zones that aren't Steve's favorite. Playfully smack his butt at your own peril; he does NOT like that during sex, gang. Lock your legs around him, fine. Dig in with what would be a bruising grip (to anyone normal), go for it. Nomad does not enjoy any sort of impact play. Choose moments outside of intimacy wisely for that.
Touch-starved Stevie is extremely sensitive to outright sexual contact, so he sorta needs a lot of foreplay, sweetness, and closeness before his actual erection is involved. It's just too fast for him otherwise. Then he feels like he's using you. If there's one thing that will make Steve feel shittier than having to kill people, it's using a woman--especially you--for sex and seemingly nothing else.
Does he eventually stop coming so quickly? Sure. He never wants to leave the room without making you feel taken care of, much less actually leaving the property. That makes him feel guilty and miserable.
BUT!!! Don't fret. When he does have longer nights to stay with you, to go multiple rounds, to let you explore him without fuss, then yeah, he gets very excited to let you tease and stroke him and figure out that Steve just literally cannot keep his shit together if you get your mouth on his balls. Lots of licking and kissing. Some sucking. Oh my god... I mean... Nicest way possible? Slut for it. Just saying.
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Picking Lint off the Sofa
“You’ve been cleaning more than me for the past three days.”
Daniel swipes the microfibre cloth over the spotless table one more time and refuses to accept what Armand’s just said.
“Look, this is important to me,” he says instead, then gives the table another spritz of cleaning liquid.
“I know that,” Armand says from where he’s lounging on the sofa, tablet in his hands, wearing only obscenely expensive silk boxers and an open, plum-violet robe dripping off his body. “Which is why I’m not stepping in, per your request. Also, there’s no need to use detergents with microfibres; the multi-stranded fibre structure—”
“Are you on Wikipedia again?”
“No, Minecraft.” Armand shows off the screen proudly, like a kid with macaroni art.
“Looks great, babe.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ve been a shit father, you know that. They deserved so much fucking better, they still do, but they still worry about me. That’s… I can’t waste that, Armand.”
“I’m sure you won’t, beloved.”
Daniel wipes the cleaning liquid off the table, polishes around the edges.
“I mean, we’re gonna officially put me in the ground in a couple years, so I just want to give them at least a few half-decent memories with me, for fuck’s sake! But now they think I’ve got dementia because I’m writing gay vampire erotica and shacking up with a twink who’s a third my age. They also probably think I’m using again, because I definitely act high during interviews. Fuck, I am high, just on human fucking blood instead of crack or heroin. What am I supposed to do here?”
Armand looks at him steadily with those large, amber eyes.
“That’s been clean for the past five minutes.”
---
The sight of Daniel assiduously cleaning is, frankly, disturbing.
Firstly, it’s unnatural: it’s a sign that something is deeply wrong in Daniel Molloy’s world if he suddenly concerns himself with tidiness.
And secondly, he’s terrible at it. Armand loves him unceasingly and rapaciously, but he really thinks no love could be so blind as to claim Daniel is any good at cleaning. Not even his.
Of course, he’s very well aware what’s causing his beloved so much distress: his daughters are supposed to come over for a visit. They’ve reached out, concerned about Daniel’s recent and very public behaviour, and they both agreed to come over to ‘catch up’.
“I think it’s nice,” Armand points out while Daniel rearranges the sofa cushions for the eighth time.
“It’s not nice, Armand, it’s a goddamn wellness check.”
“And your daughters caring about your wellness is not nice because…?”
“Because I’ll have to explain why I’m acting like I’m using or demented or both without making them call an ambulance to give me a stroke eval.”
There’s a game Armand sometimes likes to play: keep prodding and see at which point Daniel will realise he’s being funny on purpose.
“I could easily alter the memories of anyone called to examine you.”
“Sweetheart, you’re not helping.”
Oh, Armand is very well aware of that. He was told not to, wasn’t he. Therefore, he issues another prod.
“This might actually be a good way to assuage your daughters’ concerns.”
“Jesus Christ, please don’t do this.”
Armand is on what he believes people call ‘a roll’ these days.
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(Read the whole thing on AO3)
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Stipulations
My heart hurt when Ed got shackled to the rail in S2. I needed them to talk it through as a crew so fic happened.
Ed was not a master in the art of negotiation.
Or, well, that wasn't entirely true. He was great at aggressive negotiation. He was great at negotiation where there was a show of strength (or the illusion of strength) and an opponent forced to decide how much they wanted to risk. He was excellent at the old 'shot across the bow.' He wasn't great at the sort of negotiation where all you had was your earnest heart and a desire to go home.
He hadn't had much practice.
But he had his earnest heart and he wanted to go home so he was going to give it a try.
The crew had let him stay one more night. They'd even seemed chill about it. He really hadn't expected that. Now dawn light was creeping into the galley and in a few hours the crew was going to "figure this all out" as Oluwande had called it and Ed wanted to stay. He wanted to make it up to them. "Captain goes down with the ship" had always really meant "captain takes responsibility" and Ed wasn't captain anymore (was he? he felt a brief jolt of anxiety like a task left undone...no, probably not...). But he still wanted to take responsibility for what he could.
It was just....he had some stipulations.
"Stede," Ed whispered. "Stede wake up."
"Hmmph?" Stede rolled over and Ed was briefly stunned by his sleep tousled hair. God. "What is it, Ed? Are you hurting?" He looked so concerned. G o d.
"No," Ed said, "not really." Though he was hurting some - a mutiny would do that to you. "Not much... medium amount," he amended, trying to be truthful. "I just... the crew's gonna decide about me staying and I want to stay. But I don't want them to shackle me to the rail again." Ed fought down a surge of panic at the thought. "I don't like feeling trapped. It's fine if they want... I don't know, to get a few punches in. That's fair. But no surprise punches. They can do it to my face. I mean like ... they can face me about it... though I guess they can also punch my face. You know what I mean."
Ed was not going to feel trapped and he was not going to feel on edge. Everything else was fair game. But sometime during the night he'd realized he couldn't stay somewhere he didn't feel safe.
What he'd do he didn't know... but he couldn't stay. It was an awful negotiating position that boiled down to "please agree to these requirements or else I'll go back to the woods you banished me to in the first place."
Ed sighed. Then he glanced up and realized Stede looked heartbroken. Fuck.
"It's not you," Ed sighed. "I'd love to stay for you... it's just..." I might not be able to.
"It's not that," Stede said. "I just wish I hadn't. I wish they hadn't. I wish I'd protected you."
"You couldn't," Ed said. "Not exactly captain either, were you? A mutiny will do that. The whole thing about a mutiny is that it blurs who's in charge, blurs who makes decisions. And I knew what I was getting into. Not like I haven't had worse. I just..."
"You don't want it to happen again."
"Yeah."
"It wont. No one's going to punch you either. To your face or otherwise."
Ed smiled. It felt a little wobbly. But he could smile at Stede now. Stede looked so certain. Ed was not at all certain. He was pretty sure he was at least going to get punched. But Stede's optimism had always been appealing (as well as wildly sexy) so what the hell.
--
When Ed heard the crew's stipulations he laughed. A cat bell! He supposed that was fair. He'd maybe played up the sneaking around over the past few months.
But it felt - it felt like like chance to start over. Captain goes down with the ship. Captain incites a mutiny and wears a sackcloth for a while as a promise that he won't hurt his crew again. Yeah, that was fair.
And Stede's face - Stede's face - when he said "they've agreed not to hurt you - no one's going to hurt you on this ship again. You're safe."
I'm here. You're safe.
Yeah, that was.... That was.... yeah, that was... That was a lot. But it was good. Ed was pretty sure it was good.
--
So it came as an awful surprise when Jim found Ed in the shady spot he'd claimed on deck and said "Hey, about shackling you to the rail..."
Because fuck. Fuck. Of course they'd reconsider. It made sense but Ed had trusted them. And the Revenge was kind of a ways from land and maybe they'd give him back the complimentary dinghy. Hopefully they'd give him back the complimentary dinghy. But so much for cohabiting with Stede... that is... if they even let him leave at all. What if...
Apparently all this showed on his face. Because the next thing Jim said was "I think maybe you need to breathe?"
Ed took a shaky breath. "What about it?" he asked. He was pleased that his voice came out reasonably level.
"I'm really sorry we did that."
Wait. What?
"Wait. What?" Ed said.
Jim flushed. "You weren't... you were hurt and... you weren't going to hurt anyone. The rest of the stuff - not gonna apologize for that because it was fully self defense. But that... yeah."
"It's fine," Ed said. "Better to overreact than underestimate someone probably."
"It wasn't fine," Jim insisted. "It's not gonna happen again. We were... we were really jumpy. Roach made us a piñata and a cake and we nearly stabbed him. But still."
"A piñata?"
"Yeah, they wanted to like, blindfold us. To... reassure us we were safe and valued, I think?"
Ed blinked. This fucking crew.
"But yeah," Jim sighed. "You're safe and valued and shit, I guess. I don't have a piñata."
"That's okay," Ed said. "Don't need one."
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gn! Reader | no warnings
Alucard
Walter
All dates take place after nightfall of course, letting you participate in his world.
He chooses a rather intimate setting, appreciating a good wine and deep conversation over anything fancy. Is a surprisingly great dancer and there's no room for discussion, you will get swirled around by him in a close waltz.
Shows you incredible places no human has ever set eyes upon, and loves to entertain you with his powers. It's nice using them for something good for a change...
Doesn't let you lift a finger and is always at your service. No need to feel bad, it's a pleasure to him.
Anderson
I imagine him being very active for his age. Will take you hiking or doing other challenging activities as bonding time. Is very fond of nature in general, probably does a picknick, stargazing or even swimming at a secluded lake.
Is a creature of habit, having favourite places to spend the evenings with you. People in there will all know you since you come so regulary.
To him, just about anything counts as a date as long as you're together. Likes to take long walks or just reading besides each other.
Unlike his usual impression he's a sophisticated man so shall he plan something, it'll probably be an art gallery or a cultural monument (preferably churches or other religious things).
He also enjoys corny stuff like christmas markets and classes where you handcraft stuff, pottery for example. Is horrible at it but will gift you the results anyways.
Maxwell
Free time is scarce to this workaholic, but he tries to make the most of it and spend every single second with you.
Luke Valentine
Man's exhausted, so he'd choose a spa day to relax together. Books one of those rooms with a whirlpool and other conveniences just for the two of you.
He won't talk much but actions say more than words, this man loves to indulges you in any way.
Jan Valentine
Treats you like a celebrity. Getting seen and showing you around are his top priority.
He's a very public-spirited person so expect to always be somewhere lively. Picks out what you wear and makes you meet lots of new people. Also loves showing you the world, taking you to different countries just for a day.
Puts a lot of effort in outwards appearance and reputation, but every date ends calm with just the two of you.
The Captain
There's not a single romantic cell in this body. Would probably visit a club going all out and stay in bed fucking you stupid the whole next day. That's it, that's his ideal date.
Be vocal about what you wish for and give clear instructions, then he'll gladly prepare whatever's on your mind.
Likes to brag, so you'd probably do stuff like bowling or him winning prices for you. Is the kind of guy who loudly declares his love for his amazing partner to anyone who didn't ask.
The Major
Not being very sociable he prefers staying at home. Brings you breakfast in bed and the two of you will stay in cozy clothes or naked the whole day.
Enjoys doing domestic stuff, for example simply playing card games, watching comfort shows or baking cookies. A taste of normalcry feels absolutely wonderful to him.
Will be very touchy the whole time, always needing his hands somewhere on your body.
This is a well prepared man. Knows it all and plans everything according to your taste.
If you let him decide, he'd definetly knows some special restaurants with great view or atmosphere. Books it out completely so you'll have privacy. With him you'll definetly feel special and listened to.
His hobbies include very old movies/history documentaries, building miniature models and hunting. Like in the literal sense shooting animals in the wild. Wouldn't force you to participate but it'd mean a lot if you at least show interest.
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so now i'm in Act 3 i guess
notes:
-methinks Siffrin is panicking
-plot twist: you can't escape the time loop until you deal with your... ???
-no you little bitch don't pretend everything's fine that's not good for your mental health
-YOU *KNEW* THIS WOULD HAPPEN??? FUCK YOU LOOP
-i'm not giving up you little shit
-ok Loop what IS your deal. you *asked* to be here???
-ok i need to help Mira with her mysterious papers
-:O A HINT AT ODILE'S FIELD OF STUDY
-the music is more unnerving than it was in Act 2. also it sounds glitchy now
-oh it's normal now. was i just suffering from an actual audio glitch and just. didn't question it? like "oh yeah ofc it's glitching things are fucked now"
-...that enemy didn't spawn down here in Act 2.
-eh ima get off for the night
-late in the evening on July 4th and i am back yippee this is probably a bad idea considering how long my play sessions get
-YEAH THE TITLE MUSIC MY BELOVED
-ok i can't help Bonnie on this loop- HOLD UP. DID SIF'S ART CHANGE IN THE MENUS? YEAH HE'S NOT SMUG ANYMORE ToT also i think their profile used to say "It's you!" with an exclamation point but now it says "It's you." with a period :(
-rip my darling blorbo Paper α V
-side note: idk if i've mentionwd this before but i like how the levels, stats, and skills all show the fact that you're near the end of the journey (ex. Odile having Rock, Paper, and Scissors III at the start)
-I FOUND THE BOOK BONNIE WAS LOOKING AT.
hmmm... death rituals...
-hehe i found the stostorage roomoom
-NONE OF THESE BARRELS WILL LEMME TAKE THE NUTS >:(
-another book in the headache-inducing language i can't read.
-weird shit going on: Siffrin, Loop, the King, the disappearing island, the headache-inducing shit
-hehehe yeah Isa i'm sure you'd *love* to pet your taciturn hopeful-future-partner
-it's not just the menu art i think Siffrin's battle art is also less happy. :(
-HOLD UP. also! Siffrin's profile used to call them the Traveler but now he's called the Wanderer. :(
-hehe. Sif hit the counter and said nya again. cat Sif
-this enemy ALSO did not spawn on this floor before. fucking giant hand thing
-ok thinking: can't help Isa until i've helped everybody else in one loop, can't help Bonnie on this loop and i need to prove i know them via their favorite foods, need to help Mira and Odile...
-thank you Loop for being available- OH I CAN BRING UP THE SADNESSES BEING DIFFERENT :O
-ok need to help Mira with the papers. some are in her dorm. Odile wants to read a familytale. i'll have to find one in the library or secret library. need to find out Bonnie's favorite foods by trying different ones. maybe i should loop forward a bunch to different areas, find out their favorite foods, and THEN do the big loop where i help everybody!
-i need to talk to the King eventually
-looping forward to Floor 1's end
-fun fact i'm keeping track of all my causes of death in another note. i'll share it when i finish the game
-man i also need to figure out how to help Mira's fan and remember where the last book issue is...
-the looping screen art is nice :]
-yeah yeah i need to beat this asshole to get to the snacks
-hold up. the coin fell on heads this time. strange...
-last time i picked plantain chips. this time i'm picking cookies. would probably be good to check what Bonnie eats each time
-ok they like rice. time to loop forward!
-while i'm on Floor 2 i might as well find a familytale for Odile...
-LOOP 24? THE MATH DOES NOT CHECK OUT.
-WAIT THE GAME ACKNOWLEDGES IT. HUH. YEAH I SHOULD BE ON 23. SIFFRIN IS SUS 𐐘
-fuck. i accidentally moved forwards when i meant to go to the library. it's fine i'l help her when i help everybody
-oh great i have to fight these assholes again.
-fuck. i think i fucked up and didn't make sure Mira had Pretty Moving Cure. i might get a game over.
-this is by far my dumbest death
-LOOP 27??? I WENT FROM 24-27
-gonna try to be less liberal with loop usage because the skipping is kinda scaring me
-aw... Siffrin's friends try not to touch him as they squeeze through that's nice... wait. he seems to not be remembering why. did he forget that they don't like being touched... maybe. maybe i should call Loop.
-well that was unhelpful
-time to adjust the memories i have equipped. welcome back my lovely scrimbly blorbos Lovely Moving Cure and Paper α V
-hm. ok so the boulanger in Dormont has a familytale...
-oh my god we're discussing colors. what happened to them.
-THEY STILL EXIST. BUT WE FORGOT HOW TO SEE THEM. ???
-*SIFFRIN*. HOW IS THIS FAMILIAR. JFC YOU ARE SUS
-plot twist! Siffrin is from our world and forgor that he got isekai'd! :P (i love making random bullshit predictions it's very entertaining)
-oh yeah so RE: Siffrin's altered art: Sif's time-frozen portrait used to look panicked but now it looks calm
-hehe openphrase123 worked
-love Sif's habit of picking up random shiny shit. magpie or crow behavior.
-oh? Siffrin didn't always hate croissants?
...bruh.
-also damn shout-out to Mira's crisis over not knowing some of the people
-the combination of Siffrin's silly attack names and serious battle portraits feels so *wrong*
-:o Sif learned a new skill
-ok i'm gonna log off for the night
hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)
bruh when i was making this post i accidentslly pasted the notes again there instead of pasting the tag name. that truly was. delightful. to go through and delete it all
also shout-out to those of you who i keep seeing popping up in my notifs liking these posts ;) and also anybody who takes the time to read all this stuff :D i know that *i* like seeing other people's reactions when they experience stuff i like for the first time so i'm very happy to provide that for others! also it's nice to see some of the responses ^-^ :D
#in stars and time#in stars and time spoilers#homegrown post#Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)
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If you want to read a lot of waffle about season 4 of FAM written by a Margo x Sergei obsessive you’re in luck, because I have an evening to myself and lots of thoughts. (I know all of this is obvious, I think I just needed to write it down.)
Here we go - Irina is a great character. I mean, she’s a master manipulator and I loathe her, but a great foil for Margo this year. It’s really interesting that she’s coming back in S5, because it seems like at the end of the season she’s on the outs. I wonder if they had a rethink because of the way she worked out?
ALEIDA and BILL: I love the way the time jumps give extra weight to the relationships on this show (and more space for headcanon). It’s always thrilling to see characters again to see where they’ve ended up. Anyway, I love this whole scene and it’s really interesting that Aleida is still inclined to somewhat stick up for Margo at this point (though not when they come face to face). Also, it’s telling that Bill thinks Aleida should be NASA director and wonder if he’s kind of a proxy for the audience or something, because it feels like that’s maybe the natural conclusion for Aleida??
When Irina and Margo arrive at Star City, and Irina says “I’ve known you for a long time, Margo” it’s a bit sinister, but with hindsight it’s creepy AF. You have to assume she’s listened to all of the phone calls between Margo and Sergei over the years. And most likely she was listening in (if not watching) when Margo asked Sergei to kiss her. And of course she knows exactly how vital work is to Margo, and how it’s the ultimate lever to manipulate her with.
The poem 😭 well done FAM on finding the most Margo x Sergei coded art this year. The poem and “ That’s all it Took” could have been written for them. Is this all Irina playing the long game to get to Sergei? I wonder if, after London, when he stopped cooperating Irina took it as a personal affront?
Leningrad is gold. Margo looking for Aleida on the cameras, my heart. God love the fact Margo must have snacks to operate fully at all times. I love the call back to “work the problem”, that whole scene with Eli, Aleida, Irina and Margo is so great.
“I know what I did in the past and why I did it”. This is a great line and then the following scene with Aleida is just wonderful. The hug! Margo’s face - I’m sure she never imagined the reunion starting this way. Margo talks about regrets, but earlier in the scene she seems comfortable with the choices she’s made, despite the outcome. I don’t think she ever regretted saving Sergei, just that there wasn’t a way to also save herself. Hands down this is one of the best scenes in the whole 4 seasons.
(Aside - killing Emma was really brutal)
Sergei 😍 what a fucking sequence that is. It’s just brilliant, the perfect choice of song, the morning routine and his face when he sees Margo on the tv. You can tell he’s been safe and content, but that’s not the same as happy and the joy when he turns right and heads to Margo is palpable. (Poor Muriel though, wonder what happened to her.)
The Sergei and Aleida discussion, oh the tears in his eyes and such an absolutely crucial scene. The Margo x Sergei reunion is such a mirror of their goodbye scene in 3x07 where she stops him from getting any closer when he steps forward. However the first thing she says is “This can’t happen, Sergei” like she knows even 8 years later that he’s not here just to say hello 😂
Aleida as the go between is interesting cos I guess that means she’s been meeting with Sergei to pass notes, or at least speaking regularly. I love the idea of them getting to know each other.
The CD, he’s so cute. I actually can’t find the words for the rest of the scene. It’s priceless. No character has ever loved more than Sergei loves Margo.
And now pain 😭 she’s listening to the cd, they’re eating the same meal, she’s looking at Brazil. I watched this with my husband and I knew what was coming but he didn’t. Just before the shot I remember he quietly said ‘bang’. You just fucking knew and I hate it.
Episode 10 - more pain yay! I love when Margo tells Aleida that she needs to tell Sergei to leave Houston and Aleida just looks at her and says “He’s not going to listen”. Like she knows what this relationship is now, she knows he would never go.
The rest is just a Wrenn masterclass, like the whole season is. “Don’t fucking handle me” I hate Irina so much in this scene omg her smug face. (Also the implication that if you’ve met Sergei you could never wish him harm *true*)
If the first hug between Aleida and Margo in Leningrad is instinct, the second is deliberate and brings tears to my eyes. Sergei built that bridge.
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Million Dollar Baby
Chapter 5-Love-One
September 28, 2017-Los Angeles, California
You quietly walked into the dimly lit bedroom, trying not to wake your mother. The hot soup in your hands threatened to spill as you set it on the bedside table.
"Ayesha?"
"Hi." You whispered. "I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
"No. I was about to get up anyway." She slowly sat up.
"Hey, relax. Don't move around too much."
"I have cancer, Ayesha. I'm not made of glass."
"Just be careful." You sat in the armchair next to the bed. "You hungry?"
"No."
"You need to eat."
"I'll eat when I'm hungry." She rubbed her temples gently.
"Do you need medicine?"
"No. I'm fine. Don't you have a match next week to get ready for?"
"Uh, no. I dropped out."
"You what?"
"I have more important things to worry about."
"Did you drop out because of me?"
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing."
"Are you outta your fucking mind?"
"Mom-"
"You can't pause your career because of me."
"I've already had a great career."
"And you'll continue to."
"About that..." You sighed and looked down at your feet.
"What?"
"I'm retiring this year."
She looked at you in disbelief before scoffing.
"You idiot."
"Can you not?"
"Why would you give up on your dream when you're on top of the world?"
"My dream? I never wanted this."
"Yes you did."
"No, you did. You wanted me to be like you. I never did."
"You're being dramatic."
"I gave up my whole life to do what you wanted me to!"
"Well, I didn't see you trying to do anything else!"
"That's because you never let me go to college! My only skill in life is hitting a ball with a racket!"
"And you're goddamn good at it!"
She covered her mouth as she began to cough dryly. You handed her a glass of water and patted her back.
"You okay?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think you've ever said I was good at tennis before."
"That's because you're not good. You're extraordinary. And it would be a mistake to retire right now."
"I'm tired, mom. I just wanna live my life." You held her hand and smiled. "I don't wanna be a tennis player anymore. I just wanna be me."
She looked at you with pity as tears formed in her eyes.
"Baby, I am so sorry if I was too hard on you. All I wanted to do was give you the joy that I had when I played. But I just ended up squashing it."
"Hey." You sat on the side of the bed. "It wasn't all bad. When Tashi and I first started, I had never been happier. Or when Art and I would play when I went to go visit him at school. And now that I've started coaching Patrick, I feel like I've finally found what I wanna do."
"Ayesha."
"What?"
"Promise me something?"
"Anything."
"Make up with Tashi and Art. Life is too short to be mad at the people you love."
"We hate each other. That's not love."
"You just said those were the happiest times of your life. Do you really hate each other, or do you think you do because you haven't tried to talk it out?"
"Why are you so wise?"
"Years and years of life, baby."
🎾TWO YEARS LATER🎾
"Game and second set, Donaldson. Six-two. Match is tied. One set all." That set Patrick off immediately. He yelled and repeatedly hit his racket on the ground, breaking it into pieces. "Code violation, racket abuse. Point penalty, Zweig."
You scoffed and got up to walk out of the stands. You pleaded with your bodyguard not to follow you. You found an empty spot by a tree and took your pen out and brought it to your lips.
"Are you vaping right now?" Tashi asked as she walked up to you.
"Are you stalking me?"
"Maybe."
"If you came here to gloat about how Art's gonna win, you can save it."
"For your information, I came to talk to you."
"What could you possibly have to talk to me about?" You took another hit and blew the smoke away from Tashi.
"I need a favor."
"Why would I do you a favor?"
"Because, it isn't for me. It's for Art."
"What do you want?"
"Tell Patrick to throw the game."
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."
"Patrick doesn't need this win. Art does. He's this close to throwing his whole career away."
"Art's already a fucking star. If anyone needs this, it's Patrick."
"If he was playing against anyone else, I wouldn't be asking this. But if he loses to Patrick, you know what that'll do to him."
"You care about people's feelings now?"
She stepped closer and grabbed your hand.
"Ayesha, please. If Art doesn't win this, I don't know what it'll do to him."
"That's your problem. Not mine, not Patrick's. Yours."
A small gust of wind blew your straightened hair in front of your face. She reached up to slide it behind your ear.
"Ayesha, I..." She stopped herself. You could tell she wanted to say something. Part of you hoped she would curse you out so you could hate her more. The other part wanted her to kiss you again and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "Think about it." She said before walking away.
"Why didn't you come to my mom's funeral?" You called out.
She stopped in her tracks and turned around.
"Honestly, I thought you didn't wanna see me."
"Mom would've wanted you there."
"Did you?"
"Kinda." You walked over to her. "Tashi, come on. We're grown. When are we gonna stop pretending that we hate each other?"
"Who's pretending?"
"Are you still jealous? It's been twelve years."
"You took my fucking life, Ayesha. You took my career, my brand deal, you took Patrick."
"First you were pissed because I was with Art, and now it's because I'm with Patrick?"
"He was mine first."
"He doesn't belong to you. And neither does Art for that matter."
"He's my husband."
"He's also a person. You know what I think?"
"What, Ayesha? What do you think?"
"I think you're mad at me because you're confused. You don't know what to do with yourself if you can't control everybody. Patrick and I aren't attached to your hip anymore, and you can feel Art slowly slipping away."
"Shut up."
"I think you're convincing yourself that you hate me because you're still in love with me. That's why you kissed me the other day."
"I am not in love with you. You were nothing to me. Just a glorified fuck buddy."
"One day, Tashi, you're gonna look at your perfect little life, and think about your perfect little family, and you're gonna feel this emptiness like something's missing. And then, you're gonna think about me. You're gonna realize that I was right. And all those years you spent trying to hide a part of yourself are gonna come back to haunt you."
"Stop."
"But I'll be fine. Because I know what I am. Do you?"
"Final set. Zweig to serve. Love-one." You heard in the distance.
"I guess you forgot I can read you like a book, huh?" You walked past her and went back to the stands.
#challengers#ayesha brown#million dollar baby#fanfic#patrick zweig x reader#tashi duncan x reader#art donaldson x reader
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Hob and Dream are both straight, okay.
They're dudes, pals, roomates. And when they are between (pussy -- Hob) (eww, steady girlfriends -- Dream), they fuck. Okay. It's not that big a deal.
Okay, it does seem like lately their periods between girlfriends/steady pussy are longer, and so they're sleeping together more and making plans with each other that could be construed as ,,,,, dating.
But Dream is eyeing some spikey art bitch (with shitty art, if you asked Hob) and Dream is pretty sure he saw Hob aggressively flirting with a pod of freshers. (And he's ABD, geeze, so much to Dream disgust). So it's not like they're serious about each other, besides They. Are. Totally... Straight.
It's not like Hob dreams about Dream's mouth and how great it is to fuck him (and it's not like thinking about Dream is a sure fire way for Hob to rub one out quick.). It's not like going to watch Hob play in pickup games of footie or that shirts/skins rugby game on the lawn got Dream all hot and bothered (or like Dream was the first to reach Hob when he took a hard hit.).
They are so not into each other like that......
Hnnnnng yeah I love these dipshits.
Hob is known as the pussy magnet of their little friendship group, you know? He's a perv, he doesn't give a shit, if the girls are over 18 then they're fair game. Hob will flirt and act the part of the mature, sensitive slightly older guy. Everyone wants him! But then again, no one knows what happens when the bedroom door closes and Hob gets those girls alone. There are no rumours about him being a creep or an asshole. If you actually asked any of "Hob’s girls" about their time with him, they'd tell you that he didn't sleep with them, put them to bed when they were drunk, warned them about genuine creeps, and bought them breakfast in the morning.
The only time anyone has actually seen Hob do a real "walk of shame".... is when he's leaving Dream’s bedroom.
And then there's Dream himself. He's a serial monogamist. Girlfriend after girlfriend after girlfriend - before he's finished with one, he's already onto the next! And none of them have any major complaints about him. They don't break up because he's abusive or nasty. If anything, he's rather apathetic. He never wants to go on dates or have sex, he's always busy with Hob. Talk about you and me and your friend Steve! Dream’s girlfriends feel like theyre the third wheel in the relationship!
Everyone in their social circle knows that they're in love. It really seems like Hob and Dream are the only ones who haven't worked it out. When Hob finally does get his phd, the logical nest step is for him to move in with Dream (again). A proper little bachelor pad. With two bedrooms. Or one bedroom and a hobby room. Dream needs room for his art, its only practical!
Just like it's practical for them to get married, 5 years later. They're not GAY, ok? They're just... bros who love each other. A lot.
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Hello hope you are doing well. Could you do some headcannon of genshin short men with a tall (around 170) fem reader please. Feel free to ignore this and have a great day/night. Bye 👋
short men, tall s/o.
-> xiao, kazuha, albedo x fem!reader
-> warnings: cursing, mentions of insecurity
a/n: first request back! yay! i hope you enjoy it. i couldn’t choose every short king in the game to stay true to my 3 character limit and keep my fics from being a million miles long, but if there was someone specific you were hoping for that isn’t here, feel free to send me another ask! 170cm is approximately 5’7.
xiao
I really and truly don’t think Xiao would care too much. No matter your height, he’s just surprised you like him.
In his past, the other Yakshas definitely teased him about being small, but it wasn’t necessarily anything that majorly embarrassed him. This kind of changes, though, if you tease him. He’s not used to the height jokes with romantic affection behind them— he knows you love him no matter what.
But I do think that the longer you’re with him, and the more the jokes persist, he might let it get to him a little. Not because he wants to change his height, but because other people are right— it’s pretty typical for the guy to be taller than their girlfriends.
The fact that he doesn’t fit this stereotype makes him kind of weary. He prepares himself for you to leave him for someone taller. He’s not going to let you know this, though. You figured it out because of how snappy he was getting one day.
“I just think that you would benefit more from someone… better.” He skirt around the main reason, “More equipped for giving you a traditional relationship.”
It takes a minute, but you do successfully reassure him that you don’t want a traditional romance. You want him.
It quells his fears for the time being. Once Xiao gets into his head about not deserving you, it takes a bit to get him out. But you’re there to reassure him every step of the way.
kazuha
Kazuha’s actually convinced you’re a work of art. He’s not wrong, and he’d worship the ground you walked on regardless of height, but you’re a Goddess.
Beidou is tall, and you both get along like a house on fire. More short jokes. Kazuha battles them by comparing you to a tree in his writing, his comebacks hidden in flowery words declaring his love while you and Beidou outright bully him.
It gets a little difficult when you’re tasked something inside the lower levels of the ship. Having to duck sometimes makes your back ache at the end of the day. Kazuha will gladly swap chores with you if you need to.
Back to the poetry. It’s fucking divine.
All I can think about is Kazuha going on a poetic tangent about your legs��� long, smooth, beautiful. He starts from your ankles to the top of your head, the paper practically oozing honey with how sweet he is. He’s in love fr.
“You act like all of this is going to hide the jab you made at me in the beginning of the poem.” You’d snicker, “Not working.”
Kazuha would play dumb, assuring you that there was no jab all while fighting a smile that tried to come across his face. “No, darling. Never.”
You’d roll your eyes and kiss him anyways, appreciating the sweet gestures and secretly plotting your revenge.
albedo
Albedo… another man who really wouldn’t mind.
I think he’d utilize your height. He needs something from the top shelf in his lab? He’s asking you. Collecting ingredients? You’re tasked with the ones on the trees.
He wears your lab coat sometimes when you’re away, because it smells like you. The longer sleeves get in his way, but he’s very adaptable.
Albedo likes being the little spoon, so the fact that he can curl up like that with you every night is heaven to him. He feels safe and protected for the first time in his life— he can finally relax with you curled around him.
“You need to sleep, Albedo.” You’d pester him, peeking out of your shared bedroom in the dead of night. “You can barely keep your eyes open.”
“I’ll be fine.” He’d yawn.
You, just as stubborn as your lover, do not take that answer. Instead, you pad towards him and gently cover him with the blanket wrapped around your shoulders, your chest pressing against his back. You immediately feel Albedo relax, and begin slightly pulling at him, beckoning him to bed in hushed whispers. It always works.
You’re kind of a body guard to him, whether you mean to be or not. When he’s in Monstadt speaking to someone or buying equipment or materials, you kind of stand behind him and let him do his thing. It’s not your fault that you’re slightly menacing and would probably kill anyone who bothered him.
#lay speaks#fic blog#x reader#fanfiction#genshin impact#writing#lay writes#genshin impact x reader#asks#requests#kazuha x reader#kazuha genshin x reader#genshin impact kazuha#xiao#xiao x reader#genshin xiao#albedo#albedo x reader#genshin albedo#albedo genshin impact
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