#anyway i hope you like it nonnie

[raplinenthusiasts]

'Lovesick Girls' BLACKPINK

for anon ♥

[maeby-cursed]

HOW I SEE THE JJK MEN !

Takuma Ino is...

A newborn's first laugh, upon hearing the joy the world has to offer and replying in its tune.

He's warm hands covered in freckles and bowls of soup shared during family dinners. He's a smile that displays all the teeth and dimples the cheeks and curling his ankle with yours. He's making bad jokes before falling asleep and dreaming with sun soaked afternoons. He's a honeyed toast and a pair of overused sneakers. He's pecks over your closed eyelids and calling in between university lectures and the warmth of belonging.

♫ campus by vampire weekend

[teecupangel]

Hii teecup!! Hope you're doing well!!

May I ask some a/b/o AltDes stuff please (alpha! Altaïr and Omega!Desmond) because there's not much of it out there :'D

Now I'm sure Altaïr would more open minded and much less of an asshole to omegas then most of the people back in his days..... HOWEVER, please hear me out, what if he wasn't

He could be low-key about it, unlike most alphas who are very vocal and open about their 'opinions' on Omegas and such. He's very aloof when it comes to omegas in general, not having strong feelings on anything (very Altaïr behaviour honestly). That is until he meets Desmond.

Now instead of time travel, this time Desmond was born in Altaïr's time. This means Desmond would be raised as a traditional and submissive omega, but he still fought back. He could be born in Alamut (because Eagle of Alamut XD) as the son of the mentor (who is not Diya al-Dīn because he would never) who trained and became an assassin... sort of because idiot bigots.

Desmond is the best assassin in his entire brotherhood, BUT he's not officially an assassin. His father/mentor isn't as strict like most and let him get away with his antics, usually.

That is until Desmond was 'of age' and that's when it starts getting bad for our boy. His dad became more controlling and won't let him sneak off to do missions or fight anymore. He was to be married to whoever the assassins could use as allies. Basically just a bargaining chip. Desmond would fight back harder then ever, even with one of the best assassins guarding him and monitoring his move all the time, he would still be able to sneak off to continue doing missions to make them see just how capable he was.

He could runaway, he probably should runaway, but deep down all he wanted was for his father to love him again. To look at him with pride and treat him like a son again. (Altaïr would use this fact as an advantage later on)

But then it all comes crashing down when he finally gets betrothed. (Idk who he should be betrothed to LMAO it could be whoever. Someone very powerful that the assassins could use)

And all was going to shit for Desmond but it all went to super shit when Altaïr showed up. Because oh boy, Altaïr was a Strom of his own.

Now I honestly don't know how he and Altaïr meets, but it definitely left an impression on Altaïr because he was smitten from the first time they made eye contact. Man was obsessed from here on out kajsksjssoakakak.

And uhh yeah that's all I've got, plot wise

Some notes.

- Desmond pulling all the alpha assholes like catnip.

- Altaïr, manipulating Desmond as a sign of affection

- Malik suffers because we love him <33

Honestly teecup, I just wanted a toxic a/b/o au but it grew plotty legs and ran out of my grasps, my apologies.

And that's all for now!

Sorry in advance if my English is very trying, I'm typing on my phone and it's not the best experience.

PS please make it as toxic and horny as Tumblr allows you to, and I would give you my kidneys.

PPS if you think you know who I am by how I write..... No you don't/lh

As horny and as toxic as Tumblr would allow it? I don’t even know the limit of Tumblr’s tolerance hahahaha

So for this one, if you want Desmond to be born in Alamut as a son of the mentor but not Diya al-Dīn, we can make him the son of an older brother of Diya al-Dīn instead. Born more as a way for the older brother, who was passed over because Diya al-Dīn was more worthy of the title, to try and get power with his son being the next in line for the imam since Diya al-Dīn was still childless at that point.

Diya al-Dīn would be the kind uncle who tried to do right by his nephew but can’t truly intervene because his brother was controlling and had a firm grasp on Desmond’s every day life. It was going well, all things considered.

Desmond wasn’t a genius nor was he inherently talented but he was a hard worker and he always went beyond what was required of him.

His father rewards his hard work by giving him a bit of leeway, all the while making him drink medicinal tea that was meant to change him into an alpha.

It didn’t do anything but hide his scent… which had been easy to do in the first place because those not yet of age only had a hint of scent to show their ‘status’.

Diya al-Dīn tried to be accepting of Desmond’s wish to be an Assassin even if omegas aren’t exactly… well… only omegas that could control their ‘base instinct’ could become Assassins which was hard for an omega without the help of some kind of medicine that would leave them in pain or groggy.

Desmond, unfortunately, is one of the omegas that cannot be medicated. Even if he drank more than he should, that only leaves him in unbearable pain.

That’s why his father pivoted from Desmond becoming the next imam to having some talks with certain powerful rulers. Finding Desmond an alpha that would take him as their official wife or one of his concubine.

His father was less picky of Desmond’s standing and more interested in creating a political bond with a powerful ally (whether he plans to use this to usurp Diya al-Dīn or he simply wants more power outside of the Brotherhood is up for grabs)

And he finally finds one but Desmond would enter into that household as a concubine. His marriage proposition wasn’t a good one all things considered, the alpha was a powerful one but it was well known that his official wife and the older concubines were dangerous. Newer concubines either die from poisoning or accidents or childbirth and, more often than not, their children would not survive more than five summers.

So Desmond escapes. Maybe, just maybe, Diya al-Dīn had a hand in the patrol routes that night and it left certain large windows of opportunity for Desmond to use.

Alamut, of course, will look for him. That’s why Desmond would try to hide from them.

That’s how he meets Altaïr.

He was desperate and his heat was upon him. Altaïr’s scent was overpowering and he could feel it within him that this was an alpha that would fight tooth and nail to keep his omega safe.

He wasn’t a romantic.

He had already accepted the very idea that his alpha would not love him.

He doesn’t need it.

Love did not bring his omega parent any happiness, no matter how overflowing their love for Desmond’s alpha father had been.

What he needed was an alpha who would take care of him and any child he would bear.

So he used his scent to weaken the alpha’s defenses.

It was Desmond who made it impossible for Altaïr to resist.

And so Altaïr claimed him.

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Unorganized Notes:

Desmond escaped a few weeks after Altaïr killed Rashid but before AC Bloodlines. (So late Sept, early Oct)

He was on his way to Alamut to talk to Diya al-Dīn about being the new mentor (he doesn’t want to be the next mentor) and they actually spent Desmond’s heat in a random abandoned home

Alamut Assassins found them afterwards and, by that point, Desmond was sooo thoroughly claimed that there was no way to say that Altaïr wasn’t his alpha.

This also changed Altaïr’s desire to not be the mentor because the easiest way to keep Desmond by his side is to be the mentor of Masyaf with his marriage to Desmond being a way to ‘mend’ the broken relationship between Alamut and Masyaf.

Desmond’s father was not pleased but fuck him, by law, Desmond was now the property of his mate and Altaïr has no qualms killing the asshole if he doesn’t stop yapping about how he raised Desmond and should have the final say on everything.

He returns to Masyaf and… sorta kicked all the Flowers of Paradise. To be more exact, they were transferred to another part of the fortress while the entirety of Paradise became Desmond’s new home. (Desmond and his most definitely growing child)

That is the second headache Malik got.

The first one was the fact that Altaïr returned with Alamut’s blessing as the mentor (which Altaïr had stressed he would never take) and an omega mate (which he had always said would never happen)

Desmond is free to go anywhere in Masyaf but he will always have guards on him because security reason.

Desmond believes Altaïr’s affection stemmed from the fact that he did more or less coerced Altaïr to biting him during the throes of heat-induced passion so he wants a child to further keep Altaïr ‘happy’ and satisfied (not knowing that the mentor title isn’t passed down from father to son in Masyaf, he honestly believe Altaïr is Rashid’s adopted son)

Altaïr was never fully enthralled during Desmond’s heat. He has been trained to have high tolerance as part of Rashid’s plan to make him the ultimate ‘attack dog’. He marked Desmond fully knowing Desmond was desperate and was trying to ‘seduce’ him.

Honestly, Altaïr just wanted Desmond because his scent had been the sweetest ambrosia he had ever smelled and he believed that meant they were meant to be.

And he will not let anyone get between them, no matter who they may be.

[gingerteaonthetardis]

Autumnal doctor/rose, i lov it! How about ninerose and some alien hot cider?

thank you so much for this prompt, nonny! <3 hope you enjoy the fluff! and as always, please forgive any mistakes. i am my own worst grammatical enemy.

[read on AO3]

"That can't be right."

Through the doorway, he watched Rose laugh as she dumped yet another fistful of pseudocinnamon into a giant cauldron. The TARDIS had dug both out of storage—or generated them spontaneously, the Doctor suspected. He certainly would have noticed the cauldron before: the thing was massive, a piping hot shade of orange that assaulted the eyes, tall enough that Rose could barely see over the rim after hauling it up onto the hob. It was so fanciful and absurd he couldn't believe it was supposed to be functional.

It was also exactly what Rose had asked for.

Could hardly be a coincidence, could it?

You spoil her, he thought with a brief, mild accusatory glance upward. But he was not favoured with so much as a blinking light.

Typical.

The Doctor had always known the TARDIS had favourites, but he'd never in all his lives experienced such blatant, unrepentant spoiling of a travelling companion! The first time he'd seen Rose's bedroom—or, more accurately, palatial bedroom suite—he'd been gobsmacked. Her bed was enormous, at least twice the size of his. Though he wasn't much for throw pillows, hardly any aboard the ship had escaped the journey to Rose's bed; it was a miracle she could sit on the thing, let alone sleep there. And the eightieth century hi-fi teledeck?

No longer the centrepiece of the media room.

Which he was still sulking about.

But this was a new level of indulgence. The ship didn't just create matter out of nothing; everything had to come from somewhere—usually her vast stores of past rooms. To come up with something completely new involved energy transference. Effort. Time.

And, to create something as specific as a garish orange cooking cauldron? Care.

Shaking his head, he stepped inside the little galley kitchen. He'd followed his nose thus far, but the scent grew even more potent the moment he passed the threshold and into the sweltering heat of the narrow space.

"What do you mean?" Rose was asking, turning to look at him with big, worried eyes. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat, nose and lips a berry pink. "This is exactly what the barista told me to do!" She rapidly dusted off her palms, a cloud of warm brown powder dispersing into the air, carrying with it the spicy, faintly floral scent of the cloned cinnamon root native to Chame. It made his nose itch. "Why would he lie?"

The Doctor scoffed. "To keep you coming back, Rose! All the way across the charted universe—dragging me and my poor ship with you—just to get your hands on the real thing," he said, with a grumbling noise of displeasure as punctuation. "Probably a bit of clever salesmanship."

Rose's smile slipped a little, prompting an unpleasant dip in his own stomach. It wasn't fair to her, him being so obviously jaded.

After all, the barista had been perfectly nice. To Rose.

Specifically.

"Was that a harrumph? Did you just harrumph at me?" Rose's head cocked, and the grin she set loose on him was a true blue Rose Tyler special, top to bottom: eyes sparkling, tongue curled around her teeth, and with a certain jaunty angle to her chin that told him she was gloating for some reason he didn't want to think too hard about, lest he actually find out what in the world she meant by it.

"Here, put this on. You can help," she said, turning to withdraw—from one of the kitchen's many and dangerously full drawers—an apron that didn't quite match her own. Hers had cheerful, smiling Jack-o'-lanterns all over a white backdrop, nestled amidst illustrations of autumn leaves and lit candles and seasonally appropriate candies that nobody he'd ever met actually enjoyed.

His apron... also had pumpkins on it.

"Oi! Is that s'posed to be me?"

He snatched the article from her hands, pulling it up to look closer at the frowny, grumpy-looking illustrations dotting the black fabric. The eyes and mouths of the Jack-o'-lanterns were slightly puckered, like someone had left the pumpkins out in rough weather for a few days, and it gave them a uniformly sour, Scrooge-like expression.

His gaze narrowed, and Rose pressed her lips together, like she desperately didn't want to laugh. "Don't look like that," she managed, raising her hands. "I just asked her for aprons."

The Doctor scowled, even as a part of him perked up. Aprons, plural. Had she wanted him to join her all this time? Why hadn't she said anything?

"Anyway, don't worry," she went on carelessly, "nobody's here to see you in it."

You are, he thought in spite of himself.

His eyes followed her as she took back the apron and motioned for him to bend so she could drape it around his neck. The brush of her jumper-clad arms against his hair made the tips of his ears tingle and grow warm, and he ducked his head nearly to his chest in sudden awkwardness. The few moments it took for her to make a knot would give him just enough time to get hold of his rebellious—not to mention ridiculous—biology, he decided.

Don't be daft, came his stern internal voice.

There. Job done.

When he righted himself, Rose was beaming. "I dunno," she said, tipping her head this way and that, observing him, her ponytail flopping about. "I think it works for you."

"Do you now?" He looked down at the frowning pumpkins spread across his chest; they were even more wrinkled and unpleasant viewed upside-down.

But if Rose thought differently...

"Yeah." She nodded more definitely. "Very good look."

Well, then.

-

Making the cider took more time but was somehow less involved than it seemed Rose had expected.

Aside from grinding up all the pseudocinnamon and quartering the apples—they hadn't picked up any authentic Autogolds on their last grocery stop, but had some lovely Galas to hand—the other steps were quick and simple. Most of the process was a load of hurry up and wait.

Which left them with little to do but hover around the cauldron, breathing in the steam and knocking hips when they got too close. Which was often.

"What's so great about this cider anyway?" the Doctor finally asked, after a few moments of grinning at one another across the cauldron. He dipped the wooden spoon in for another sample, wondering when he'd suddenly taste what made it special enough for Rose to go to all this effort.

He remembered the overly-friendly barista, smiling with all his teeth. He remembered walking around the market stalls afterwards, Rose beaming and pointing out every little thing that caught her eye while the sun set. He remembered sudden warm pressure—how she hid her face against his shoulder when a stiff wind blew through the courtyard, setting all the beads in the jewelers' tents tinkling and flashing. There were no skittering leaves to speak of, but the whole scene had given a passable impression of a mild Earth autumn day.

It had been a good day, yes. But the cider had been rather ordinary.

Rose nudged his hip again, then deftly pulled the spoon from his hand. "Stop messing with it, or it's never gonna brew right. We're s'posed to let it sit." She replaced the lid, closing in the steam and the gentle sound of simmering. Then she sighed. "I dunno. The barista told me all the ingredients and how to make it and it all seemed fairly normal, I guess, but there was just something about it—comforting. Couldn't put my finger on why. Maybe because it was such a perfect day," she added absently, fiddling with the hem of her apron.

The Doctor stilled. "Perfect?"

When he looked at her face, her eyes were on the floor. "Yeah. Think it was."

"Not... boring?" he asked, wishing she'd look up at him. But she was just crossing one foot over another, concentrating on her shoelaces. He wondered why.

After they'd dropped Adam off on Earth, he recalled with a scowl, he had gone a bit mad with the easy trips. Just a little break, he called it. But their "break" had turned into weeks of short stops on interesting—but more importantly, peaceful—worlds. Playing tourists.

At first, neither of them had really known what to do with themselves in these sorts of places. Relaxation was anathema. And Rose had been around long enough to know you never took off your running shoes, not ever, so she didn't quite let her guard down either. They'd wandered around, taking in the sights—Rose was never short on curiosity and clever questions—but it was always with their backs up. Ready for anything. It was a vigilance neither exactly knew how to shrug off.

Especially after he'd nearly lost her.

And she knew it.

They would meet each other's eyes and just know what the other was thinking of. The Dalek, the laser to the back of her head. Incomplete goodbyes over a staticky video. And the fear in her eyes when he'd run toward her with a gun in his hands. He hadn't felt that kind of shame in... a long, long while.

But they'd survived.

It took every moment of those two weeks to make him believe it. And it was only once they landed on Chame, in that market—so familiar, so Earth-like, and yet so different—that the calm finally found them. Arm in arm, meandering through a crowd with warm cups of cider in their hands. He'd realised then he wasn't waiting for the next thing to come around the corner. And neither was she.

Time had passed since that day on Chame. Back to the old life. The adventures. Neither of them could bear to stand still for long, or rest on their laurels. There were so many worlds needed saving, where time and tide of history had to be set right. It was never-ending.

It was their life.

But not the only part. Was that why she wanted to recreate the cider?

"No," Rose said after a moment. "Not boring. Not for me." She finally looked up, eyes soft. Shrugging helplessly. "Could never get bored with you."

The Doctor swallowed. Her proximity was like gravity.

He felt himself tipping into it. Giving in to it. Hands lifting to settle on her arms. and his head falling forward, lips coming to rest gently on her crown. Her hair smelled like apples and cinnamon and warm human.

It would have been impossible for him to say it, but he had no doubt she knew.

That day hadn't been boring for him either. It had been... more than good.

It had been perfect. The day's very ordinariness made it unusual, standing out like a burning star amidst their murkier, often more difficult travels. Its simplicity—its uncomplicated pleasures—made it rare and maybe even worth recreating. Sometimes.

"All right, then," he said. "We'll have cider." He couldn't say all he felt, couldn't tell her he understood, because he didn't know exactly what he felt. Like a pinching deep within him, clenching tight around his hearts. The Dalek had called it love; his people might have called it foolishness.

All the Doctor knew was, he wanted more perfect days with her.

[fivefeetfangirl]

omg hiii!! hope ur doing good 😊 re ur tags on the post about reading a lot of time travel fics lately 👀👀 do you have any recs ? I feel like ive devoured the trope there arent any good ones left 😩

Hi nonny!!

Based on your ask it seems like you've probably read more time travel fics than me haha I just started like 3 weeks ago. And these are what I've read so far (I would rec them all, they're all very good):

crossing lines by sometimeswelose which is about s1 dean getting transported into s15. read the tags on this one tho!

in this louisiana bar by fleeceframe where s10 cas travels back to s1 dean. in the next part s10 cas travels back to s4 dean

psalm 40:2 by unicornpoe where s15 cas travels back to pre-series dean

I haven't read this one but been recced it, time has come today by teen_dean where 19 year old dean from 1998 is brought to 2020 to help with a hunt

If you have any recs for me feel free to send another ask <33 or if anyone wanna add to this post, please do!

[stunie]

cleared my schedule for the umemiya fic.

AAAAA please nonnie i love you so much 😭 this made me smile so hard hsjsmmm

aaa tbh (rambling): i��ve never been this nervous to post writing though ?! is it because it’s umemiya ?! my first long wind breaker post ?! IDK AAAAAAAAA I KEEP READING IT IM LOSING MY MIND I FEEL LIKE I HAVE THE WHOLE THING MEMORIZED

[tavina-writes]

So I started The Legend of Heroes and I'm a little lost. I don't really get how small gio jing killed meng ziyi's evil husband. Should I go watch a different version(2017?) or will all be explained in this one?

Hi Nonny!

So originally, this show was supposed to air in this configuration and order:

Part 1: Eastern Heretic & Western Venom (Ashes of Time): 8 episodes

Part 2: Northern Beggar & Southern Emperor: 8 episodes

Part 3: Sword Meet at Mount Hua: 6 episodes

Part 4: The 9 Yin Manual: 8 episodes <- where the backstory of how small Guo Jing killed Evil Meng Ziyi's Evil Husband happens for realsies instead of a brief flashback

Part 5: Iron Hearted Loyalists (Hot Blooded) <- where we are at the start of what we have currently been watching

They changed the order of airing from it's original configuration to I think Part 5 -> Part 1-4, so that's why some of the editing choices here don't quite make a ton of sense based on seeing only Part 5. I do think it helps a ton to have seen a version of LOCH prior to this due to the way that it's airing, but after all the parts have aired, watching it in the originally intended order will likely clear up a whole ton.

The reason there are five parts instead of just one 60 episode part is bc they're trying to explain to the censors that no really, this is five different dramas! not one drama wearing five trench coats trying to sneak past the censors! really! they've even got different directors and everything! ignore how uhhh all the same actors and yeah yeah.

I think because this is such a popular story in China, they figured it'd be totally okay for us to just see part 5 first without the other parts because part 5 had the most hype/excitement and is where the bulk of the novel is and that no one would be confused, but for people who have never experienced a LOCH before, they are, understandably, extremely confused!

The tldr of why small Guo Jing killed Meng Ziyi's evil husband though is that he tripped over small Guo Jing during a life and death fight with the 7 shifus, picked up small Guo Jing and went "what the fuck" and small Guo Jing stabbed him by accident in the one place he could actually be stabbed to death with a very sharp dagger. It was all kind of a dreadful mistake. And terribly embarrassing for Chen Xuanfeng honestly.

[butwhatifidothis]

Tbf to Dorothea's hypocrisy on CF, couldn't that be blamed more on the fact that the vast majority of the optional recruits in that route are written heavily out-of-character so they can side with Edelgard, including Dorothea herself?

It doesn't fix 3H not realizing that she's much more priviliged than an average commoner, but i feel like Dorothea being hypocritical on CF is is more an example of that route's generally clownish character writing than something specifically wrong with her imo.

character hate under the cut it goes

If it weren't for Ferdinand I'd say sure, but that specific aspect of her hypocrisy stays with her no matter the route. She's never angry at Edelgard. Ever. She's only ever regretful that they have to fight each other, and never shows off that she feels betrayed by Edelgard's actions. She can stay pissed at Ferdinand for what he did as a fuckin' NINE YEAR OLD CHILD put into AN INSANELY FLUSTERING SITUATION for a child to be randomly put into out of nowhere - and stay mad at him FOR OVER A DECADE - because it hurt her feelings, but she had a chill year with Edelgard (that gets revealed to her to be built on a foundation of lies and blood) so that means she's chill with Edelgard's

ATTEMPTED

MURDER

and will NEVER bring that event up, and will NEVER get pissed at her for doing it. Even though HER LIFE WAS NEARLY ENDED because of it.

And also, she still does explicitly hate nobility on all routes - she will lambast them for crawling back to the player's army once Edelgard is defeated out of self-interest. She'll praise and cry for Bergliez for giving up his life to spare his men, and that and hating nobles would all be just fine... except she does all this without ever acknowledging who exactly it was that caused Bergliez's sacrifice to be a necessity in the first place. You know, the one who threw everyone into war? For her own benefit? That thing Dorothea literally just got finished showing off she didn't like nobles doing? But it's fine if her bestie does it!

So, not really - while CF certainly does exacerbate these issues in Dorothea, they are always there to some degree regardless of where she's at

[sirtadcooper]

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[heronchildlove]

can I request a sort of canon-compliant abandoning-of-all-hope Matthew who would rather never become involved sexually/romantically with someone again if he can't be with James? Maybe a little older, and a little wiser, lamenting his missed chance?

Nonnie, nonnie come here, your MIND nonnie, ahhhh this was such a good prompt, I love making Matthew suffer 😈 (he is my fave, can you all tell?). Hope you like it!

~~**~~

The doors of the Ruelle welcomed him like an old friend, as they always did. He might not drink anymore, haven't done so in years, but that wasn't the only vice the Ruelle offered.

In many ways, this had been his first vice. A devil-like grin, a smooth voice, a hand offering his first drink, a hot mouth offering his first kiss, his first everything. Not a member of the orchestra then, just an assistant, but already just as arrogant. Matthew still envied, sometimes, his easy self-confidence. His own was still a work in progress.

A glance showed him the stage was empty and an antsy unease settled over him. If he wasn't there, he would have to take his chances on someone in the crowd, and he had learned early what a Russian roulette that was.

His thoughts were cut short by a hand encircling his waist and a sharp kiss to the back of his neck. A smooth voice taunted next to his ear:

"Miss me already, Fairchild?"

He didn't. Not really. He missed, as he always did, a certain other brunette, with hair the colour of night and eyes the colour of gold. His other half that had always known him better than himself, even when Matthew tried to push him away. An other half that had been happily married in his house on Curzon street for years, that left an ever-present hole on his heart and soul. A chasm in the shape of James Herondale.

Matthew had been trying for years to fill that hole with another shape, even the one of James' own wife, but it was useless. After the excitement died down, after a few weeks or days or hours, the hole came back even more powerful than before.

Eventually, he had stopped seeking any others but one. Even in his roughly acquired sober clarity, he didn't like dwelling too much on why this was. Maybe it was their history. Kellington had been his first: kiss, lover, disappointment, heartbreak, vice. He didn't know exactly how not to seek him out, how not to come when he called. Maybe he would always be bad at resisting things that would kill him, and in the absence of alcohol he had clung to Kellington all the more.

But now even that was failing him. The past few times hadn't brought him the usual relief of forgetting, the usual bandage over the hole. He didn't want to think too much about it, even now he still hated to be left alone with his thoughts, didn't like dwelling on anything for too long. Melancholy didn't suit him, but sometimes it was all he had left.

He didn't want to think about why recently Kellington's voice made him shiver with disgust instead of excitement, why his arm around his waist made him want to crawl out of his skin instead of pulling him close. So instead he just smiled.

"Parts of you, I would say. The best ones."

"All my parts are the best parts."

"Hmm, but some have better parts than yours."

Matthew found his world spinning, his back hitting the wall, Kellington's arms caging him on both sides.

"Oh yeah? Whose?"

He used to love this: the jealousy, the possessiveness. Even after they had broken up, Kellington still treated him as his, and he used to love feeling like at least someone in this world wanted him, claimed him, unlike a certain other someone.

Now it just made him want to scream.

He got reminded, suddenly, of another time when Kellington's arm was over him on the wall. It was one of the only times he had ever told him no, and over the only reason why: James. It was the night of his bachelor party, he had come to drop Cordelia off, and Kellington had tried to take him to one of their usual back rooms, but James was waiting and that was the most important thing. Kellington had been furious then, which used to eat at Matthew like rot on iron. He didn't think he would mind if Kellington got angry at him now.

"I met a mermaid with hair made of gold, I apologise but not even your silky locks can compete with that."

Kellington looked taken aback for a moment and then laughed.

"Glad to see you still know your place, Fairchild."

His place, right beneath Kellington's boot. He had always been allowed to float around and sleep with whomever he wanted, as long as he always came back. Even the thing with Cordelia - another childish, desperate attempt to rid him of his true feelings - had cost him nothing more than a few weeks of taunting. After all, he had come back defeated in the end anyway, as he always did.

"How could I ever forget?" Matthew taunted back, and pulled Kellington close by his lapels, ending all chance of talking with a kiss. But even this, once again, didn't bring him glorious relief, it only felt wrong and disappointing.

Even without wanting to, he was reminded of the scene a couple of weeks ago, of James kissing Cordelia passionately, like she was his whole world and sun. Because she was. She had just announced to him, to them - because he was so important to them she wanted him there, too - that she was pregnant, and Matthew had to smile as the last nail was pushed down on his coffin.

Ever since then, this disgust with Kellington had started - the poisoning of his last hope -, but he was refusing to think about it, as he did with many many things. If he started thinking too deeply about these things, the craving for a drink started burning inside of him, so he didn't think, and pulled Kellington harder against him instead.

Kellington walked him backwards, blindly, down the hallway - but Matthew didn't need to look, they had crossed this same path so many times it was engraved on his body -, until they reached the door to one of the many private rooms in the Ruelle, and Matthew let himself fall as Kellington pushed him down on his favourite couch. It was a deep green, and he always said the colour suited Matthew.

Matthew had had two coats made of this same colour to wear to the Ruelle, but now he felt the insane urge to cut them to shreds, and the couch, too.

Kellington's hands on him that usually excited him on the first touch now felt like spiders crawling on his skin. These were not the hands he wanted, had never been, and now he seemed unable to ignore it anymore.

Through all the years, there was only one pair of hands, one touch of lips, one voice in his ear that he had ever wanted: James's.

He had been in love with James for so long he didn't know how to separate it from who he fundamentally was anymore. As long as James Herondale existed, Matthew Fairchild loved him, it was one of the cornerstones of his existence. Even if either of them ceased to exist, the particles that made up who Matthew was would love him until the end of the universe, and most likely even after that.

He was so tired of pretending he didn't, but what did that matter? He would have to pretend and keep pretending for the rest of his life, this was a truth he would never be able to admit except from in the darkest most hidden corners of his soul, and often not even then.

He was so tired of kissing strangers and pretending they were him, he was so tired of kissing Kellington to forget even for a moment he was not the one he wanted to be kissing. He was so tired of it all.

So he did something he had never wanted before: he pushed Kellington away.

The other growled. "What?"

"I... I..." Matthew's head was spinning. It was his own fault he was stuck in this never-ending nightmare, so maybe he didn't deserve to break free of it. If he had had the courage to tell James how he really felt instead of asking him to be his parabatai, if he had been more present, if he had been able to break him free from Grace's curse before Cordelia ever came along, if he, if he-

But he hadn't. And now all hope was lost forever. James and Cordelia would have a child, they were the happiest they had ever been in their lives, and Matthew would be more and more cast aside to nothing near them, always looking from outside into their happiness, never again part of what truly meant more to James. Cut off from even the crumbs he had had before.

A sob broke free from his throat and he pushed Kellington away fully, getting up from the couch and running away from the room, ignoring the other's callings and threats behind him. He ran through the streets until he didn't know where he was anymore and threw himself down on a patch of grass on a small square near him, arm over his eyes shielding him from the prying stars. He had left his coat behind and his clothes were in disarray, barely protecting him from the chilly air, but he didn't care.

He had to admit, once and for all, there was truly only one person for him. From the start, his only vice had always been and would always be only James, the only vice he would never be able to indulge in. And if he couldn't have him, what did it matter everyone and everything else?

He would always be stuck exactly in this same place. An insect frozen forever in the eternal amber of James' eyes. But there really was no other place where he would rather be, so he might as well just give up once and for all.

He would be just like Oscar, forever begging for scraps at the table of James' love, and perhaps - just as sometimes he took pity on Oscar and gave him some food from his plate - James would sometimes take pity on him, too.

That would have to be enough.

[teddybeartoji]

he helps you put on the helmet and then gently headbutts you after putting his on.

And He clicks on the chin strap for you.

he smooths your hair after you pull the helmet off.

he takes your hand and tugs you to the lonely little food stall.

These small details are fluttering my heart. Sorry I might be crying right now. You are the bigger brained one among us. End. And the bike selection omg basic or not idfc, looks super cool <3 this made me feel so much better!.

One of the nights he'd teach you how to ride btw. I casually came across a video on yt that taught how to ride. I have a feeling, he'd play that and make you watch for some reason😭 And if you already know how to ride, he's behind hugging you close. Calls himself ur backpack. Asks you to go faster. He pulls the brake often!!! and yk why 👀. His stupid ass does the "vroom" sound. He is definitely shouting some song lyrics.

This is stupid but he might borrow https://pin.it/5lI6wsBVI from some kid while you both are out and take you some nearby.

I'M SORRRRYY THIS WENT INTO MY DRAFTS AND THEN IT KINDA GOT LOST IN THERE!!!! BUT I'M HERE I'M HERE I'M HERE!!!!!

OMGGGG HE WOULD LOVE TO BE YOUR BACKPACK THOUGH!!!!! like he would looooooooooooooooooooooooove that shit. c'mon he gets to hold you close while you're being all Sexy and shit whooowee. but srsly i think he'd have so much fun back there. he's tapping on your thighs, he's looking around and he's doing his utmost best to not point out every single thing he sees bc well... you are holding the fucking wheel yk lmao he can't be too big of a distraction.

he's trying to make you sit on the handlebars of the regular bike and then you both fall lmao and he loves it when you act all mad, hitting his shoulder and everything - we could've died, satoru! yeah, yeah, he's just laughing in your face with pink cheeks. he's such a little shit i love him

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Ange drawing tintin https://youtu.be/lbCrxfW4g4w

That night Tintin and Ange slept in the master bedroom and Haddock slept in the garden.

He kept laughing all night and he was lucky they couldn't hear him from outside.

Jokes on him, though, because Ange went years later to art school.

[sunnysideaeggs]

what do you imagine the relationship like between Daeron and Alicent, and the rest of his siblings? like how would you cast it/present it if you could, and what would be his intro to the show? xx

In my Daeron feels getting ready for S2 <3333

Daeron is a kind of mysterious type of guy for me, the undeniable hero of Team Green and surrounded by mystery in his life and death.

By all means he’s a good kid, his mom’s favorite and the golden child. Being the youngest he probably was closer to Alicent than most of his siblings, and was the one they protected the most. I can see him getting a strict Hightower education (faith of the seven, scholarly inclined, politics and diplomacy) and excelling at it. Otto secretly wishing he was the firstborn lol.

I can see him looking up to his big brothers. He trains hard to be like Aemond, and cut his hair short like Aegon. Maybe as a kid he was following around Aegon and laughing at his jokes, and wanted so bad for Aemond to teach him to fight <3333

He gives me young Jaime and Sansa vibes, liking the stories about knights and fairytales. Him listening to Hel and her prophecies <333 or them both making life at court. Him and Hel were the most beloved of the Targtowers, so maybe Alicent took them both to do charity or to pray together. PR king.

Ideally, I would have introduced him by the time Jacaerys was born. Instead of the Joffrey birth scene, we can have a Jace birth scene along with a Daeron one. It would’ve brought more Rhaenyra/Alicent parallels and given Alicent a much needed birth scene, which the writers didn’t gave her. It makes the timeline smoother, the time jumps smaller and gives more time to develop the factions and rift between A/R. Also it brings a Jace/Daeron parallel too, as they’re the only heros of the dance. They were supposed to have shared the cradle. It also makes noise about Vizzy having a child and a grandchild the same age. But alas, hotd writers can’t write.

In S2, I would introduce Daeron by Otto sending ravens to their allies around Westeros. They’re our ‘eyes’ in all this. We can get some sneak peeks of how the ideological side of the conflict affects lords around Westeros and even peasants. For example, would a lord be more willing to support Aegon because he has a married older sister whose children could lay claim to his castle? Or a heiress lady who fears her bastard older brother? We can give actual reasons for the greens having support instead of “SHE HAS A PWUSSY, SHE CANT RULE” narrative the writers were pushing on S1.

And then, we have Oldtown. The great high tower, the citadel, the city vibrant and lively. We get closer, and in the training yard there’s our boy. A happy teen, he’s training with a few knights and the master of arms mentions how just recently he started training with real steel (this is important, shows his youth and how he’s not yet ready for war). From above, Gwayne (I’m going to assume he’s at Oldtown, since there was no mention of him at court lol) and Ormund are talking about the future, how Daeron is doing good, how will they start ‘movements’, etc. Ormund is called by his maester (the raven by Otto) and Gwayne gets a lil uncle-nephew bonding moment where Dae shows all his charisma and endears the audience because he’s the best boy.

While they talk (idk about what, how he misses him mom and sibs?) they head somewhere to see the blue queen, Tessarion, in all her magnificence. She’s happily purring while some maesters take care of her (grand maester conspiracy!) and make some annotations about godknowswhat. Tess and Dae bonds and Gwayne stays behind saying ‘he doesn’t trust dragons’.

(Just as an annotation, if Gwayne was indeed at KL and they just forgot to invite him to the coronation in E9, Ormund watches Dae alone, the talk can be done between Ormund and Dae, and the maester with the letter can be an ending to the scene with Tessarion. I am a flexible queen.)

The rest of the episode continues, yadda yadda. Btw, this is the first episode, Vhagar-ate aftermath. War is now imminent and this episode centers in the game of thrones aspects of all of this. We can also add Nyra grieving, Daemon being slimy and Aemond getting the chancla. Aegon’s party is a must too. We can even get Alicent being worried about her son at Oldtown, wishing he was with her and she could protect him (</3). If you want to get REALLY bookish, get me an old and wrinkled Vaegon at the citadel, frowning and staying tf out of it. As an easter egg.

At the end of the episode, we go to Oldtown again and Ormund sent for Daeron in his office. He asks him about family, politics, etc (makes him smart and gives redundancy to why the greens are fighting for). Ormund then asks about Tessarion, and how she’s growing well, etc. How she could fight in battles, if the need arose. Dae understands the danger and shows his loyalty to his family. Then we get the news of Vizzy, Aegon, Luke, etc. Daeron finishes with ‘What happens next?’, having a frame of his face. The shot ends. We get a view of Oldtown at night, getting closer to the high tower. We watch the beacon light up green. The credits roll up.

[eff-plays]

Companion!Hiraeth

Still can't believe somebody asked for this, but here it is! What Hiraeth would be like as a companion in the game. I haven't actually 100% finished the game, so it might be a bit bare, plus I have a bunch of stuff in their story that might not be canon compliant with Forgotten Realms lore. But who cares, this is all just for fun anyway!

Questions taken from this ask game by @/paarthursass

Under a cut in case I want to change things later and because I don't wanna clog y'all's dashes. Spoilers ahoy!

General

Where can your Tav be recruited? Are they first encountered on the Nautiloid, or in the Nautiloid crash region? Or are they not recruitable until a later act?

Hiraeth would be recruited at the grove, where the tieflings are, below the platform that Wyll is on and close to Zorru, sitting on a nearby crate and jamming. If you speak to Zorru first with Lae’zel in your party, they will intervene and attempt to diffuse the situation, asking your Tav to go easy on him. They will disapprove (not visible) if you let Lae’zel force him to bow. After the conflict is resolved, they will tell you about ending up here after crash-landing. They’ve spent a little while entertaining the tieflings around here, particularly playing songs for the kids. Like Gale, they will mention ceremorphosis by name, though if you’ve already recruited Gale, you have the option to tell them you already know what it is, which will impress them.

Do the other companions have special comments or reactions upon recruiting your Tav?

Shadowheart: "You want a bard to join us? I suppose there are worse things." Gale: "Ah, most excellent! Perhaps my delicious meals will be accompanied by music in the foreseeable future!" Lae’zel: "Leave them. Song and flattery does not win battles." Hiraeth: "Not with that attitude." Astarion: "You know, a bard is only a step above a clown. But I suppose they can stay, if they’re quiet." Hiraeth: "Not much use for a quiet bard, is there?" Karlach: "Yes! Another tiefling! This just keeps getting better and better!" Hiraeth: "Couldn’t agree more!" Wyll: "And thus another joins the battle. What ballads will they sing of us, I wonder?"

Does your Tav have any comments or advice when you recruit other companions?

About Astarion: "You’re kinder than I am. Let’s hope it doesn’t bite you where it shouldn’t." About Gale: "He seems a sensible sort of fellow. A wizard is like a cleverer but less attractive bard." About Wyll: "The Blade of Frontiers, in the flesh. I’ve heard the tales. Crowd pleasers, but rarely show stoppers. No offense." Karlach: "I have never felt more positive about someone on fire. Let’s cool things down and see what we can offer each other, hmm?"

What sort of general actions raise or lower their approval?

In general, Hiraeth will approve of helpful and selfless actions, but will also be impressed by manipulation and finesse. They are inherently curious, and will approve of you asking questions or using specific knowledge to solve problems. They will particularly approve of actions exclusive to class or background that show your knowledge or expertise. They also enjoy forming temporary alliances with enemies only to stab them in the back. They don’t like cruelty against someone helpless, but won’t disapprove of vengeance or targeted/calculated violence. They disapprove of incuriosity, so if you often immediately start combat with NPCs without talking to them first, even evil/potentially hostile ones, they will disapprove. They are also distrustful, so deciding to trust or rely on others, particularly people in positions of power, will often net disapproval. They are also unwilling to ingest more tadpoles, and will disapprove if you force them to do so.

Are there any instances where your Tav can permanently leave the party, depending on player character actions?

Hiraeth is an expert in talking people down, and thus can occasionally be talked down or convinced into things they don’t like, as well. They will need to be talked into staying if you decide to kill the tieflings, just like Gale, but they will leave the party if you kill the Nightsong.

Do they have any secrets that can be revealed? What are the prerequisites for this secret coming to light?

Once approval is high enough, they will tell you about their family. A warlock player will have the option to make a history check, with advantage if they are a Fiend warlock. If not, Wyll or Karlach will chime in and explain that their family worships Mephistopheles like a god and breeds warlocks and sorcerers like prized dogs, and those that don’t make the cut are culled to strengthen the rest of the bloodline. That Hiraeth is here means they were deemed weak enough to kill but managed to escape. Hiraeth informs you that they may be hunted, but that it’s usually “one or two guys” who are easy to handle, and that you shouldn’t worry too much.

Do they have their own personal quest that spans the course of the game? Can it take different branching paths depending on the choices the Player Character makes?

If you have high enough approval post-family reveal, it will trigger a cutscene at camp where a purple tiefling in ominous-looking robes visits Hiraeth and demands that they hunt down and kill their sister, who’s defected from the family and apparently goes by Sweetness now. If asked about it later, they reveal the man was one of their great uncles. It seems that one of their remaining siblings has also defected, though it is curious that they’d ask Hiraeth to kill her instead of killing both of them.

The player can help Hiraeth track down their sister, and after meeting with her, they aren’t sure what to do and ask for some time to think on it. Later, a devil shows up at camp and introduces himself as the Scribe of Mephistopheles, and the one who handles most of the family’s dealings with the archdevil. He reveals to Hiraeth that their family has become a minor annoyance to Mephisto, and that he’s offering Hiraeth all their collective power if they wipe out every single one of them, starting with their own parents and siblings. Of course, that would also mean Hiraeth’s soul will eventually belong to Mephistopheles, but in return, they will become possibly the most powerful warlock in the history of Faerûn, and finally get revenge on their family. The player can then decide to encourage Hiraeth to kill their sister and begin their revenge quest, or stay their hand and cut ties with them forever, to possibly remain hunted by them for the rest of their life.

Depending on player choice, they will either ask you to help them start hunting down their siblings (and refusing nets disapproval, as you put them on this path and are now shirking responsibility), while encouraging them to break free means you might get randomly attacked by their family and the family's hirelings (though only in Act 3).

The vengeance path makes Hiraeth sharper and less patient, and they start letting their distaste for the player and the party become more and more clear, as though everyone is somewhat beneath them. In a romance, they will imply that they’ll leave the player eventually. If they break free, however, they remain chipper and friendly, though admit they are rather tired of playing the all-loving bard and being on the run.

What do they say when the Player Character asks them to stay in camp? How about when the Player Character asks them to come adventuring again?

PC: "The curtain must fall. Stay behind at camp." Hiraeth: "Did I put too much pep in your step? I can tone it down, or tune it up?" PC: "No. I’ll let you know when I need you again." Hiraeth: "Darn. Back to busking for breadcrumbs."

PC: "I need you with me, if you please." Hiraeth: "Yes, finally! And so the tale continues!"

Does your Tav have any escalating conflicts with one of the other companions, like Lae’zel and Shadowheart’s knife-fight?

Aside from having a harmless poetry-related beef with Astarion that’s limited to one cutscene, no. In the conflict, you can choose to side with one or the other (the one you didn’t side with disapproves), or neither. If you say they're both right they both disapprove, a successful Intimidation check to say they're both idiots gets you approval.

Are there any unique NPCs associated with your Tav that can show up during the course of the game?

Hiraeth’s great uncle makes a short appearance, as well as a couple siblings that don’t get cutscenes but are enemies. Their sister, Sweetness, a pink bardbarian, shows up, as well as Ramses, Scribe of Mephistopheles and Raphael’s younger but more competent brother.

Are there any moments in the game that trigger unique dialogue for your character? (Like Gale’s anecdote about the barfight after you save the goblin prisoner)

When doing the drinking contest with Thisobald Thorm, you can ask Hiraeth to step in for the story sections, or ask them for help (which gives you advantage on your Performance checks). Meeting the Orlith twins in Act 3 with them in the party also triggers special dialogue where Hiraeth reveals they have played at Sharess’ Caress (instruments … wooden instruments … MUSIC instruments), and it always increases tips for the workers there. The twins have not yet managed to convince Hiraeth to sleep with them, but they are adamant. It’s a playful and friendly interaction.

Story Specific

How does your Tav advise the player character when it comes to the Dream Visitor?

“They want you to trust them with an alarming, simpering desperation. That’s always a bad sign. Things that pretty and perfect exist only in fairy tales, to tempt the hero away from their goal.”

How do they advise the player character on Raphael?

“Heh. I know him. Well, I know of him. I wouldn’t be too worried, honestly, but I wouldn’t trust him, either. From what I hear, his incompetence is more dangerous than his ambitions.”

How do they react to Astarion biting the Player Character?

“It’s your choice, dear, but I wouldn’t let him anywhere near my neck. Elves that pretty are never to be trusted. And the vampirism is quite worrisome too, I suppose.”

How do they react to the Player Character letting Abdirak whip them?

If you do the whole thing: “Each to their own, sweetheart. I won’t be tending your wounds, though. I’m not big on messy aftercare.”

If you chicken out: “See? This is why I prefer to do the hurting.”

How do they react to the Player Character taking their first tadpole power?

“You’ve succumbed to the lure of power! Congratulations. Will you balance tip-toed on the edge of corruption, or will you be yet another villain in someone else’s tale? I will watch you with great interest, love. There is a story here, itching to be told.”

Will they stay with the Player Character regardless of siding with the goblins or the tieflings, or is it possible for them to leave the party permanently?

They will need to be convinced to stay if you side with the goblins, but it locks you out of having a romance with them, regardless.

What can they be found doing at the tiefling/goblin party?

They will be jamming with Alfira at the tiefling party, or off to the side bothering Withers with questions about death at the goblin party.

Do they have comments on who the Player Character chooses to spend the night with?

About Shadowheart: "I hear you and our resident cleric have decided to take some time for yourselves. I can’t blame you, you know. She has lovely eyes. Full of irresistible, artful sadness." About Lae’zel: "So, you and Lae’zel? Let me know if you need any, uh, patching up tomorrow. I’ll be discreet, I promise." About Astarion: "You’ve picked the vampire to spend the night with? He is beautiful, sure, but he does have the pallor of a boiled chicken breast. *Laughs* Maybe your escapades will put some color back into him." About Wyll: "I’ve been eyeing him, you know. Wyll. He’s the type you want to corrupt. Help him discover new things about himself. I hope it’s biting." About Gale: "I don’t mean to alarm you, but if Gale says ‘this is where the magic happens’ I’m gonna need you to get up and leave, alright? It’ll either be uncomfortably weird, or dreadfully boring." About Karlach: "I wish I could help you. With Karlach, I mean. I have some interesting salves, but I don’t think any of them would do the trick."

Do they have unique dialogue if the Player Character lets them die when they steal the Blood of Lathander?

“You. Absolute. JACKASS.” -10 disapproval and the player receives psychic damage from Vicious Mockery. They are half offended that you killed them, half that you didn’t even bother trying to solve the puzzle to get it the legitimate way.

How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar?

“I also love to lick dubious meat. Do it again!” You get approval.

What do they say if the PC tries to force them to go up on stage with Dribbles the Clown?

They approve and saunter up, gesturing as if trying to calm down the tepid crowd. In fact, they will volunteer to get up, and will disapprove if you don’t let them. You can override the disapproval by forcing someone else up, however.

Is it possible for your Tav to be kidnapped and replaced by Orin? How is Orin's deception revealed? How do they react to the PC rescuing them in the Temple of Bhaal?

They would not be kidnapped by Orin.

How do they react to the PC either allowing Astarion to ascend or convincing him to spare the 7000 spawn?

They seem genuinely heartbroken if he ascends, saying what a waste 7000 and one souls the whole ordeal was. If the player succeeds an Insight check or uses Detect Thoughts, they realize Hiraeth is potentially planning to kill Astarion. If called out, they will deflect. If encouraged, they also deflect, but say bitterly that they wish you’d come to your senses sooner. If Astarion does not ascend, they mention that they’re proud of him, and that they have offered to join him on his hunt for a cure/to lead the spawn in the Underdark, but that he has yet to give them an answer/he said he has someone to do that with already (romanced player).

How does Tav react to the PC becoming a mind flayer? Can they offer to become one themselves? Does their reaction change if they’re romanced?

Hiraeth respects your choice, but refuses to become one themselves. If romanced, they stay with the player, and make references to being excited about weird tentacle sex.

How do they react when the Dark Urge first reveals their amnesia and murderous thoughts to them?

They are largely nonplussed, and begin trying to figure out ways to sever the connection or lessen Bhaal’s influence on them immediately.

How do they react to the Dark Urge killing Alfira?

They are horrified, and wonder bitterly/sadly if you have something against tiefling bards in particular.

If romanced, how do they react to the Dark Urge trying to kill them in Act 2?

They are sympathetic, and try to soothe them as they struggle by singing.

Romance

Is your Tav a romanceable character? Are there any specific requirements to romancing them?

Medium approval is required to initiate, but high approval is required to make it official.

Does your Tav need to be flirted with to start the romance, or will they approach the PC themselves if approval is high enough?

They will not approach the PC, and will turn down the PC when they first ask, though they will note the PC’s interest and it’ll still register as starting the romance.

Are they a polyamorous or a monogamous option?

Romancing them along with someone else locks you out of their solo ending and many of their more personal romance conversations. Essentially, they are down to be friends with benefits while you romance someone else, but will require monogamy if you want to become serious.

Do they have a special romance scene at the tiefling/goblin party?

Siding with the goblins locks you out of starting a romance with them. At the tiefling party, they will serenade you, and you can help them write their song about you. Later, they thank you sincerely for helping their people, saying that this world makes cruelty easy, while kindness is an uphill battle. If you say that what you did is not a kindness and that you’re sad about killing goblins, or argue that goblins are people just as tieflings, you will get approval.

Does the romance have different branching paths, or just one route to take?

You can either romance them as a FWB, or enter a monogamous relationship with them. An FWB relationship is the same as a platonic relationship, but their nicknames for you change slightly and you are able to kiss/have sex with them when asked. If monogamous, they will open up more about their past traumas, and initiate intimacy on their own accord.

How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them?

If FWB: “Oh, sure! No hard feelings! Someone else will come along who wants me to warm their bed in no time, so don’t you worry about little old me!”

If choosing someone else in romance: “Hmm. Suppose I should’ve seen that coming, eh? Go on, then. I hope she/he gives you what I couldn’t.”

If breaking up in romance: “Will you give me the courtesy of a reason? Or am I to stew in my own inadequacies?”

What questions can Zethino ask the PC about Tav in the Love Test?

What is their favorite instrument? “The violin.” + 1 “Their voice.” “That forked tongue.” - 5 “Their clever words.” + 2

What is their greatest dream? “To be loved.” + 1 “To be needed.” + 2 “To be desired.” - 3 “To be famous.”

Where do they belong? “Nowhere.” -5 “Wherever they please.” -1 “In a tavern, singing songs.” “In my arms.” +1 “In the world.” +3

Do they have a reaction to the PC engaging in a relationship with Halsin?

If FWB: “Oh, you want to spice it up, do you? Not enough meat on me to satisfy your appetites? I get it. I’ll cry myself to sleep tonight, thinking deeply of what you two might be up to.” (sounding mock offended but isn’t bothered at all)

If in romance and approached for permission: “If you want a bigger lover, I can just use Polymorph and throw you around just as well as he could. But if you want him for him? Then you and I are through. I will not play second fiddle to anyone again.”

How do they react if the PC has sex with Mizora? The Emperor? Haarlep?

If FWB:

Mizora: They disapprove, because it hurts Wyll and Karlach. They also stop sleeping with you, essentially breaking up with you.

The Emperor: They are neutral on this, and almost impressed. They will ask about it, and refusing to tell them the details nets disapproval.

Harleep: They’re baffled, but won’t disapprove, saying they understand the lure but are too clever themselves to go for it. Good luck, though!

If in romance: They disapprove (-20) and break up with you on the spot.

Will they join in with the PC and the Drow Twins, or no?

If FWB: No, they will not. Your pleasure is not worth losing the (playful) beef they have with the Drow Twins. They will approve if you have sex with them yourself, though.

If in a romance: Yes, they will, but you will need to pass a Persuasion check, and they will disassociate like Astarion does.

What are Tav’s plans for the future? Do they propose to the PC, or is marriage not something they’re interested in?

They do not propose to the PC, but the PC can propose to them, and they will accept if in a romance. However, they outright say they’re not in a hurry to actually hold any ceremony, and they don’t want to settle down yet, so you will either travel the world adventuring, or you will have to let them travel the world on their own and keep it long-distance. If FWB, they will laugh and turn you down, saying you’ve both had your fun but are ready to move on. Warlock!Hiraeth will also demand that you help them hunt down their family members, and break up with you if you don’t agree.

Free space! Share anything from your Companion!Tav au!

Their idle animation has them look over their shoulders before relaxing and striking a confident pose, hands on hips.

If neither Free!Hiraeth nor Spawn!Astarion are romanced by Act 3, they can start flirting with each other in party banter.

Astarion: You know, I have considered taking up an instrument lately. Any suggestions? Hiraeth: You should choose whichever instrument you think sounds loveliest, Astarion. You must play for yourself as well as for others. Astarion: Hmm. Perhaps a lyre? I have nimble fingers. Hiraeth: Oh, I imagine you do.

Hiraeth: Have you decided which instrument you wish to learn, Astarion? Astarion: *dramatic sigh* No, there are too many to choose from. What I need is a good teacher, rather than a good instrument. Hiraeth: Interesting! An instructor-based approach to learning. Then it’s best to choose someone with a wide set of skills. Astarion: How right you are! (beat) Say, are you any good with the flute? Hiraeth: *softly yet coquettishly* It’s one of my favorite instruments.

Their default subclass is College of Lore, their default instrument is the violin, and their starting weapon is a rapier.

Their starting armor is called "Hiraeth's Pricey Eyesore" and the description reads: "A mix of disparate parts of different clothes and armors, all of curiously high quality. The set oozes eclectic charm."

Their casual clothes are "Hiraeth's Seduction Helpers" and are described as: "A fun, breezy set of clothes that walk the line between flirty and quirky. Looks too expensive and tailored to be accidental."

Their underwear is called "Hiraeth's Huggers" and the description states: "An inviting set of slinky purple underwear, enchanted to smell strongly of lavender."

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[r-truth]

Edits of both referee punk and aj counting to two please https://youtu.be/IhPWXyOuweg?si=0QZWpPwdlr-XhN0E 2:14:12

hello nonnie!!! posted <3