#arcane was such a fun watch aH

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Arcane AU

Yuiji

Yuiji is from a well-to-do family that oversaw an airship trade vessel operation in Piltover. They had minimal influence over politics until Jayce introduced the Hexgates. They gained a ton of power and influence out of nowhere and Yuiji was dragged into the family business with more urgency than ever. Before, he was happy doing mundane inventory counts and maintenance checks on the airships. He detests the politics that he has been suddenly exposed to. He's begun running away from home at inopportune times and maybe wandering a little further than he should be.

Yamato

Yamato was originally from Zaun, but his talent in Joltball found him recruited for a Piltovan league. (Idk, Joltball is soccer in Piltover, but imagine tech footwear and a more dimensional field with obstacles) He's constantly ostracized and isolated by his topsider teammates. He's persisting to bring back money for his folks, and he's just hoping to continue with the sport until he can afford to buy a house for his family in a more affordable neighborhood in Piltover and leave the sports league behind. He finds himself hanging out on rooftops and staring at the airships above for a sense of escape.

Hongou

Hongou's family is a very influential family in the world of politics, but he has so many older siblings, that his role in the family hierarchy is fuzzy and unestablished. He often ditches family functions (without much flack) to attend concerts, art installations, and sports events. He's Yuiji's best friend and he's incredibly good at distracting Yuiji when the young scion is supposed to be conducting an airship inspection or drafting an important letter to a trading competitor.

Nacchan

A young Zaunite tinkerer who is apprenticing under a clockmaker. The business is actually doing fairly well since it has drawn a decent amount of customers from the topside. Growing up, she spent a lot of time with Yamato running through the fissures and climbing into abandoned buildings. She built his earliest sets of Joltcleats and more than a few of them short-circuited and starting sparking when they definitely weren't supposed to. Yamato still visits her to get his pocketwatch tuned up. Nacchan always asks Yamato to bring her back Piltovan pastries back when he visits.

Seki

A Joltball player in the same league as Yamato. He's from a well-off family of architects and Joltball is just a hobby for him. When he's not practicing, he's studying to become a politician. He hopes to get to a point where he can be a policymaker and write laws for the good of Piltover. His initial goal was to focus on housing laws, but meeting Yamato (the first Zaunite he's ever talked to) made him start to think things differently. After matches, he began hounding Yamato to take him to get coffee and get dinner. Yamato initially refused, feeling that he was getting targeted for being a trencher (he was), but eventually relented because Seki was so persistent. They eventually became good friends when they got past their first impressions of one another.

Mayu

A young recruit in the enforcers. She got into the force through sheer display of skill, but her higherups still won't give her any major or dangerous assignments due to her age. She's usually plopped into checking tickets for cable cars and other public transport. Sometimes, she's monitoring security for trading goods. She's always terribly bored and upon meeting Hongou who would chat up a storm during her patrols, she became fast friends with her new source of entertainment. She would also soon befriend the young, drowsy-eyed scion who visited the airships for routine inspections.

Sakura

His parents are Zaunite engineers who moved to Piltover before he was born. His whole life, they've tried to assimilate into Piltovan norms and did everything they could to raise Sakura as the model Piltovan citizen. He's exasperated with his parents' obsession with image, but he loves them otherwise and is happy to take up the family business. He's currently working with them to design Joltball fields and arenas. When Yamato joined the League, Sakura's parents were insistent that Sakura not interact with him, but when Sakura noticed how lonely he was, he couldn't help but approach him.

Akiyama

Originally from a Noxian family, Akiyama ran away/was banished (?) (the story changes depending on who you're talking to) to Piltover because the tech and gadgets would be more suitable to a "soft" person like him. Being estranged from his family, Akiyama was happy to start a new life in Piltover and managed to score well enough in the exams to enroll in an engineering university. When he meets a sour-faced kid who barely goes to class and leaves early one day because he "has a job with his parents", Akiyama ditches class too to see what's going on.

[xetlynn]

arcane imagines- claggor

don’t go

[arcane] [main page] 🔞⚠️content warning⚠️🔞: SMUT prompt: Claggor is jealous of an old friend of yours who rarely comes into town. He doesn't hide it either. containing: afab reader, fem receiving oral, unprotected sex, pull out method, vanilla tbh.

“I’ll be right back.” Claggor tells you, going off further into the market to get the both of you drinks as you were looking over artwork. “Okay, I’ll be waiting!” You beam, now left alone to admire everything. 

The two of you have been flirting for a while, it honestly feels like a game of tag. The only reason he’s at the market with you is because you lied about needing a new mirror for your room and needed someone to carry it for you. You’ve been waiting for this man to make it official. Or at least end this so you can move on with your life. You knew for a fact though that you weren’t going to be the one to say a single thing. 

As you were looking over a booth full of mirrors of all different shapes and sizes you felt someone come up from behind you. Confidently thinking it’s Claggor you turn around with a grin. “I think this is the one- oh… Caspian?” You furrow your eyebrow. “[Name], I was hoping I was right when I saw you!” He laughs, opening his arms expecting an embrace. You eye him up and down but then eventually give into it. Squeezing him. “I haven’t seen you in forever!” You exclaim excitedly. 

“Yeah, been off doing random quests.” He jokes, pulling away with a lopsided smile. “Right, how has that been?” You fold your arms, curious to know. “Eh, y’know. A lot, maybe I can tell you over dinner. Tonight?” He boldly asks and you purse out your lips. 

You really didn’t have anything to do. You were kind of hoping to have a night with Claggor but you also haven’t seen Caspian in three years. You can always spend time with the boy tomorrow. With Caspian you never know when he’s going to stay or leave town. With a shrug of your shoulders you answer him. “Yeah, I know the perfect place to go!” You say, pulling out a little notebook and pencil from your bag you scribble down the address before ripping the page and handing it to him. 

You didn’t see Claggor there, holding both yours and his drinks with a scrunched, annoyed expression. Slowly making his way over as the two of you talked. “Hey! Who’s this?” Claggor speaks up, handing you your drink and you thank him with a cheerful countenance, immediately taking a sip of the beverage. 

“This is Caspian, the one friend I told you about! He travels overseas.” You remind him, subconsciously leaning into his arm. Your friend notices this between the two of you and holds back a small grimace. “Ah, sorry, don’t really remember. I’m Claggor.” He sticks his hand out, the boy in front of both of you places a fake smile upon his lips. Taking Claggor’s hand bitterly. Giving it a rough grip. “Nice to meet you, who are you to [Name]?” 

“[Name]’s… boyfriend.” He hesitantly answers and your eyes widen, utterly shocked by the words. “Oh no way, man. Congrats to the both of you. I was just telling [Name] here how we should chat over dinner tonight.” Caspian finally rips his hand away from Claggor’s. Both men seething with irritation. 

“Really?” Claggor glances down at you and you nod your head. “You should come! It’d be so fun!” You gleam, taking another gulp of your drink. Oblivious to the two’s behavior as you’re still caught up in the fact that Claggor called himself your boyfriend. “Ah, we’d understand if you couldn’t though.” Caspian comments, only adding fuel to the fire. 

“I’ll be there. No worries about that!” Claggor stands up straight, he toward over your friend. “Great! Can’t wait to see the both of you later tonight then. Say, 6pm?” He cocks his head to the side and you nod your head. “Perfect! See you then, Cas!” You say as he’s already walking away. You turn around back to the mirror you had your eyes on. 

Claggor watches your demeanour, did him calling himself your boyfriend scare you off? Was that an idiotic move? Did he ruin this between the both of you? 

But those thoughts quickly disperse at the next couple of words that exit out your muzzle. “So, boyfriend of mine, carry this mirror for me.” You teasingly smack his arm, pointing to the object with your drink in hand. He chuckles, shaking his head. “You’re fine with it?” He questions and you stick the tip of your tongue out as you pretend to think. “Mmm, I’d like to be properly asked out but I’m fine with it.” You hint to him as you head over to the booth owner, giving them money for the mirror before leaving. 

Claggor carrying the body mirror in one arm as the other is snaked around your waist. Listening to you yap about how excited you are for later tonight. Only causing his chest to ping with jealousy. He doesn’t know why, genuinely he’s not a jealous person. But seeing you with Caspian who was clearly trying to flirt with you just… bothered him. 

And as you unlock the door to your apartment, letting him in first and you tell him to just place the mirror down against the wall. Needing to figure out a good place to put it in your room. 

“Want to hang out until tonight?” You offer, throwing your bag on your couch as you head to your kitchen. “Of course I do.” He scoffs, awkwardly standing in your living room as if he hadn’t been here plenty of times. 

“No need to be so sassy.” You giggle, searching around in your fridge, boredly. You didn’t know what to do, with a sigh you closed the door. Standing straight up to now see Claggor behind you. “Have you ever had feelings for Casper?” He tilts his head and you give a confused guise.

 “Caspian? Haha! Are you jealous?” You poke his side. Going to move past him but he doesn’t let you. “Answer the question, Angel.” He lowly orders and you look taken aback at first but then you attempt to hold a smirk threatening to appear on your lips. “So what if I have?” You ask with an “innocent” expression. 

“I don’t want to go to the dinner.” He suddenly pouts, his strong standing demeanor suddenly vanishing. You chuckle, holding onto his arm. “Claggor, I have never felt a single romantic feeling for Caspian. He’s a friend and nothing more. But if you don’t want to go to dinner tonight. That’s okay.” You pat his chest, finally able to move around him, heading back to the living room. 

A frown still graces his face as he follows after you. “But you’d still be going?” He inquires and you look back at him with raised eyebrows. “Yes.” 

“Could I change your mind?” He traces a hand up and down your forearm and shivers shoot through you. “And how would you do that?” You ask, intrigued now. “It would be worthwhile… I promise.” He takes your hand, lifting it to his lips. 

You bite your bottom lip. “Your jealousy is making you think very lewd… things.” You whisper as his lips now hover over your own. Your breathing was ragged and racing. “Not my jealousy, only you.” He disagrees before pulling you into a kiss. Closing the gap in a quick motion. You gasp against his mouth. 

The two of you have kissed before, it was always short and sweet. Nerves within the both of you always cut things before it could lead into something further. You lift yourself up, holding onto his shoulders as your leg swings to the other side of him. Now straddling his lap. 

Your lips lock with one another, impatient and expectant of more. Your hands glide up his neck to his hair as his own grasp onto your hips. Subtly roaming down… and down… until they’re holding your ass. You giggle into the kiss, peaking an eye open. Feeling his own smug smile against your lips. 

Your perk your ass out even more, indicating that you wanted more but it also causes your core to gingerly rub against his already semi-boner. He grunts quietly from the friction. You feel it too, it was too pleasurable to not do it again. Discreetly you make your hips rock back and forth, lolling onto him. 

Your fingers massaged into his scalp, feeling through his hair as you continue to grind your pelvis over his clothed private. His large hands knead your doughy, globular ass, finding true enjoyment in it. He can’t help but think how Casper… or whatever his name was would love to be in his position right now. 

You withdraw from his mouth, puffing out air as your eyes examine his face. “I need you.” You murmur, pecking his parted lips. “Need me?” He quizzes as you fervently, eagerly nod your head. “Mhm, please.” You mewl out, plantering kisses all over his jaw. “So greedy.” He pops his hips up to get closer to the edge of the couch. You let out a small noise at the movement causing him to smirk. “Let’s go to the room. More comfortable.” He holds the bottom of your thighs. His fingers were close to your aching cunt. 

You nod your head but you go straight to his neck, ambushing it with kisses and little suckles. Definitely leaving faint marks. 

Entering your room he lays you down on your bed but your legs still wrap around his waist. Your hips in the air. He laughs at you and you reach your arms up. “I wasn’t done!” You complain but he just gently pushes your wrists away, throwing his shirt off. 

Your mouth shuts, you want to clench your thighs together but can’t. 

You do the same, ripping your own shirt off, not wasting time as your bra goes with it. He gawks down at your naked chest as you proudly show it off. “Touch me.” You whine, wiggling your hips on his. He obliges, leaning down to give you what you want. His hands go straight to the mounds on your chest. His mouth latching onto your nipples as well. Taking turns with the both of them. You lay your head back on the bed. Closing your eyes at the feeling. 

He was subtly rutting his hips against you like before and moans escape past your lips. 

“So pretty” He mumbles, his hands sliding down your body to your pants. “I want to take these off.” He huffs, forcing you to release your hold on him with your legs. He roughly yanks the clothing off, not even a warning before he does it. You were bewildered by the boy. You haven’t seen him act so… horny before. He’s teased you on countless occasions, but he was so respectful. Tasteful? Right now he is full of yearning and ferventness. 

Your legs were still spread to either side of him so he could fit perfectly between them. Giving him the view of his dreams. He didn’t give you time before his face was right in front of your soaked pussy. You lifted your head to stare down at you. Claggor peers up to you before smiling. 

“Can I?” He asks and you glare at him. “Don’t make me wait. It’s rude.” You sternly tell him. Partly joking but mainly serious. You were antsy now. There was no backing out. There was no stalling. You wanted it. Needed it even. And so did he. So without skipping a bit he dives into his delicious meal ahead of him. 

His tongue swirls over your folds and your hands immediately find their way to his hair. “I’m so glad you got jealous!” You cry as he begins to eat you out. 

It felt like whatever you thought of heaven to be like. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Toes curling. You wanted to feel angry with how he held this from you. The magic of his mouth. You truly were ecstatic that he couldn’t handle his own grown boy emotions of being jealous of a childhood friend of yours. 

He hums into your pussy at your words, grumbling about what you had just said to him. 

But even with how good it felt you had to push his face away from your cunt. “I need you inside me, I can’t handle it.” You roll your hips forward, almost off of the mattress and he snickers at your neediness. “I need to prep you, angel.” His thumb rubbed up and down your thigh and you jut out your bottom lip. “I can take it. Promise.” 

He clicks his tongue, bearing his teeth. “As much as I want to, no, [Name].” He shakes his head and your face falls in disappointment. His mouth was coaxed with your juices and his eyes fell back down to the reason for it. “I’ll be quick” He swears as his fingers go to your cunny. 

His middle and ring delicately sliding down from your clit to your hole. Purposely antagonizing you by being slow. 

As his digits enter inside you his tongue reattaches to your clit. Playing with it. His fingers scissoring inside of you, stretching out your walls. 

Your liquids make squelching noises, starting off quiet but growing ever-so-quickly. He focused on your gratifying spots. Hooked on them, not giving them a break. He learned and adapted quickly to you. Studying every fidget, every moan from your vocals, every twitch of your cunt. Educating himself on what you enjoy. And what’s going to get you closer to your sweet, sweet release. 

“Sweet angel, that feel good?” He mutters against you and you let out an incomprehensible bunch of words. Nonetheless answering his question though. Your muscles tightened in your thighs as you held them in the air. Tummy flexing and you wanted to scream out from how you feel. 

“I- ‘most there!” You squeal, your nails puncturing your own skin on your hips as you hold yourself. “Good girl, cum all over my fingers.” His fingers thrust in and out of you, going back to sucking on your nub. “F-fucking- idont- mmm…” You babbled consistently, not able to do anything else as your body squirmed the closer your orgasm approached. 

And as that wave hit, you were seeing stars. Your mouth held open, the air in your throat not even able to exit. Your cheeks are flushed and warm. 

And even as you cum he’s lapping up every ounce of it. Not letting any of it go to waste. 

As you calm down from what felt like a once in a lifetime ejaculation you lay there almost lifeless. Numb to his mouth that wasn’t letting up. “Claggor…” Your hands grasp at him, weakly shoving him away. “S-stop…” You whine. 

“Alright, angel.” He coos, going back up, kissing you sweetly as his hands worked on pulling his pants down. “Before I give you what you want… Tell me we’re not going to that dinner tonight.” He gazes down at you and suddenly the post-orgasm drunkenness you felt completely dispersed. Your eyes landing on him. “What?” 

“I don’t want you to go.” He tells you truthfully and you giggle. “Claggor… fuck me and I’ll give you an answer.” You wrap your legs around him and push him forward. His weight landing atop of you and you grin. “[Name], but I said-”

“Fuck, Clags. Please.” You interrupt him. 

He couldn’t deny you at that. Swiftly he pulls his cock out. Spitting in his hand before rubbing it on his member. “There we go~” You sing, mouth watering at the sight as he lifts himself back up to line up with your tight, glistening hole. 

He scoffs but still gifts you precisely what you crave and wish for. Sheathing inside of you, inch by inch. 

Your walls clenching and unclenching on him. He swallowed down roughly at the feeling. Still tasting you on his tongue. Once fully inside of you he keeps himself in place until you tell him to move. 

And as those words hit his ears he’s moving at a delectable pace. And as he does his hands roam all over you. Squeezing all over your curves. Getting to feel what he only thought he could imagine in his mind. Getting to experience it was something he had only wished for. 

Your smaller hands grasp onto his. Bringing them to your chest. His eyes were dark, glossed over as he admired every inch of you. Your eyes were shut, it was too much. 

“Look at me, please- wanna see your beautiful eyes.” He begs, squishing your boobs within his hands. Kneading and playing with them. You did as told, sheepishly smiling up at him. His heart fluttered and the only thing he could think to do is forcefully kiss you. Lifting your left leg over his shoulder. 

“Deep! ‘S deep, Clags!” You sob, claw at his arms. “Sh-shit! You’re really squeezing me, angel.” He groaned, this angle had him fighting for his life. 

“S-sorry…” You mewl, bringing your other leg over his other shoulder. Having a hard time keeping it in the air yourself. “Gonna cum soon, where do you want me?” He grunts as he asks you, sweat dripping from his forehead. 

“My mouth, wanna taste you.” You say, and seconds later you feel empty. Your hole gaping, clenching onto nothing. 

You hurriedly get off the bed, sitting on your knees, mouth open for him. Your own hand went to your pussy, swirling around your clit to reach another high. Your eyes were closed as you await Claggor. 

Tongue on display, he jerks himself off. “O-oh fuck!’ He crumbles forward as his semen spurts out. Velvet ropes of cum splattering your face. Barely hitting your tongue where it was supposed to go. 

At the same time your body trembles at your own orgasm. You smile as you lick up the cum around your mouth. 

As he catches his breath, he looks down at you. Now embarrassed at what he did as his ejaculation was in your hair and all over your beautiful face. Your already drenched fingers go and wipe at some of it. Putting it in your mouth and you sucked on them. 

“T’s real good.” You inform him, standing from your spot and plopping down on the bed. He joins you with a huff. “Sorry, gonna have to thoroughly wash that out.” He tried to pick it out of your hair and you laughed. “Guess we might miss that dinner then.” You say with a knowing smile and he perks up. He looks over at the time and it’s only 3. 

He knits his eyebrows together, confused. 

“I thought you wanted to go?” He quizzes and you shrug your shoulders. “Found something more worthwhile.” You press a lip to his cheek. Getting his nut onto his face. 

You were going to have to call Caspian, hoping that he has the same phone number and let him know you weren’t going to make it. 

[mossangelll]

Late Night Call

pervy man x innocent reader blurb

a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah

been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>

enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝��

cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+

his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.

“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”

your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.

he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.

needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.

easy prey.

his hand palms over his rock hard dick, it’s been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldn’t care less about; he isn’t even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.

at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if you’ve caught him red handed.

but then he remembers that it’s just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and you’re back to talking again. perfect.

his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what you’re wearing. no that’s too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.

“helloooooo still there?” you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming he’s finally managed to fall asleep. you don’t bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.

he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because you’re unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.

eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely won’t be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didn’t just come seconds ago.

good thing you didn’t end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.

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tomura shigaraki, dabi, takami keigo, togata mirio, kai chisaki, l lawliet, kei tsukishima, koshi sugawara, kenma kozume, satori tendo, yuji itadori, satoru gojo, denji, chrollo, hisoka morrow, shalnark, katsuya serizawa, reigan arataka

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Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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Arcane High school AU Jinx x female!reader

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Jinx

"You got the stuff?"

"Yes, dumbass, when do I not?" My hand dives into my pocket. Out comes the 5g of Mary Jane.

"Now this? This is quality. High-end." I waggle the bag. "Don't waste it. Got it?"

Today's buyer nods. He's a boy, tall enough, with the kind of face that might make him passable to get with. He's definitely, probably, bought the weed hoping to get into some druggie girl's pants.

"$20." I hold my hand out.

Cue the grumbling. Expletives.

But hey, there it is—the crisp twenty, right in my palm.

"Pleasure doing business with ya!" I grin, pocketing the money as the boy walks away with a newfound swagger in his step.

Dealing’s not hard—not for me, at least. Dear old Dad supplies the goods: weed, ecstasy, coke, sometimes mushrooms. I supply the school. Easy. Weed’s the favorite, though. Always weed.

Then—ugh. That sound.

Click. Click.

Mary Janes.

I grimace.

And there she is. Little Miss Expert Saboteur. Brows furrowed. Lips tight. Clipboard ready.

"Ah, toots." I peel myself off the wall, sauntering over. "Come to ruin my fun again?"

"Dealing contraband is forbidden on school grounds," Y/N has to push the words out It looks like it hurts her to even utter the word contraband.

I clutch my chest, gasp. "Oh no! A crime! A horrific, terrible crime!" I stagger back, mocking it up real big. "Lock me away forever, toots!"

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

She scribbles on that stupid clipboard, eyes all slitty.

"Ohhh, I see how it is," I sneer, stepping closer. "Writing me up, huh?"

"Knock it off, Jinx," she snaps.

I raise my hands. Innocent. Halo practically glowing. "What? I didn’t mean to offend Little Miss Brown Nose."

Clipboard. Thrown. Smack.

And she’s off. Stiff-backed. Nose high.

I pick up the clipboard. Flip it open.

"Jinx, dealing pot on school grounds again. Issue: week detention."

I snort. Same old crap. She’s such a kiss ass.

Me and her? History. Friends once. Used to be. Past tense. Before she became this tight-ass snob. Okay, fine—maybe part of it’s on me. Messed-up kid. Scary. Whatever. But the kicker? Silco takes me in, and just like that—childhood, fairy tales, besties—splat.

I chuck the clipboard into the trash and light it up.

Flick. Flame.

The fire snaps to life, chomping through her pathetic little notes like it’s starving.

I watch, arms folded, leaning back, enjoying the show. A grin creeps onto my face, sharp and hungry.

The flames crackle, roaring as they climb up the sides of the trash can. The heat bites at my skin, but I don't flinch.

And then—BOOM.

The trash can goes off like a cheap firecracker, bursting with a loud pop. I grin at the sight.

Her precious clipboard? Allllll gone.

"Oopsie,"

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

Y/N

Gosh, gosh, gosh!

She just has to mess up everything all the time. And she just had to keep the clipboard, god knows what shes done to it, probably discovered a way to it into some kind of powder to snort.

And why on earth did she have to taint the school with her sketchy little deals, is it that hard to refrain from drug dealing on school property, apparently for Jinx its a severe struggle.

Gosh and to think i'd once associated myself with her, well... she was different then, less... deranged. She was Powder, but anyone with half a braincell could see the foundations of Jinx, the outbursts, the meltdowns... it was only a matter of time before she cracked... i just wished it was later rather than sooner i just wanted more time.

I slam the locker shut, hard enough to make it rattle. Ugh, why was I even thinking about her? Like, seriously, what is wrong with me? A fixation? Gross. Absolutely disgusting. I yank at the buttons on my shirt, finally grabbing my cheerleading top and shimmying into it.

"Whats going on with you today?" Mel nudges me making me jump. “You missed Caitlyn’s romantic musings. Again. Which as trivial as they are you seem to love.”

Caitlyn huffs, "They're not trivial... just why cupcake why does she persist with that damn name, but that's beside the point... what's going on with you, you've been blanking out."

"No, no, I'm fine, probably PMSing is all." I deflect leaning against the locker.

Mel, Caitlyn, and I have been tight since freshman year. Well, me and Caitlyn long before that. Her parents—the Kirammans—are, like, dripping in generational wealth. Private tutors, fancy everything, the whole deal. Then, because Caitlyn absolutely insisted, they finally caved and let her go to public school.

After the whole disaster with Pow—no, Jinx—we kind of just... found each other. Both of us needed normal, and we’ve been best friends ever since.

Mel's a senior, a year above us, but when we showed up at Piltover Community three years ago, she just... adopted us to put it simply. She’s a Medarda—her family owns part of the trust that funds the school. Everyone kisses her feet. Head of student council, Model UN, you name it.

Cheerleading practice goes by without anymore qualms until... Water’s spraying from the celling everywhere, that damn beeping piercing everyone's ears — the fire alarm. It’s not a drill. Cait and I would've been told, Mel would've given us the heads up.

But I know exactly who it is. Blue braids trailing behind a certain figure slipping out of the gym. She spots me instantly, turns around, and—the audacity—winks at me.

Jinx

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

authors note: hey this is my first fanfiction on Tumblr, hope you like it :) please like and reblog!

[elliezlils11utt]

heyy obsessed w ur writing. (the tlou/arcane obsession is too real.)

overstimmjng sub! ellie PLEASE oml but like she’s reluctant w her subbiness yk? like she doesn’t want to give in bc it’s “embarrassing” or whatnot but yk she’s a sub at heart anyways LMFKAKAKAJ thank you baby <33

a/n: hi baby !! this is so fucking cute yess ! thank you for the request. I love writing dom!reader so this was so fun. hope you enjoy it sweetheart !!

‘awah, my poor baby all flustered?’

‘shut the fuck up, I am not.’

‘no, I don’t think I want to. plus your so cute when your mad baby’

her cheeks flush a deep red, she hides her heated face in the crease of her arm. you giggle watching your tough girlfriend crumble under your words.

‘what? no words baby?’ you tease, so obviously knowing the effect you have on her.

‘be quite.’ she defends herself, regaining her confidence after a slip of her stone top exterior. that you intend to chip away at slowly. she grabs your chin looking you in the eyes.

‘cut that shit out. okay?’ she’s so cute, thinking she’s so dom.

‘awah baby what happened to your little act earlier?’ you say, lifting your head up from her cunt.

she whines, gripping the sheets underneath her. her legs twitch when you dive back into her pretty pussy.

‘hmm?’

you slip two fingers into her cunt. she yelps out in pleasure. you look up to her face contorting, whimpering as you finger her. you kitten lick her clit, causing her to throw her head back. her back arches and her whines became louder. she tries to form a sentence but she js whimpers your name.

‘is my cute little whore going to cum? my subby lil slut?’

you enjoy being in control, watching her slick slide down your fingers when you call her a slut is so fucking hot. who knew your tough masc gf could be such a subby bitch? she cums with a cry. legs twitching and body shivering. her eyes are glued shut. she lets out cute huffs, breathing staggered. You fuck her through her orgasm. curling your fingers in her pussy.

‘fuck- it’s too much. pl-please.’

‘no, say your my subby slut.’

she try’s to wiggle away from your grasp but you hold her down.

‘say it.’

‘fu-fuck fine ! im ur subby. ah, im ur subby slut.’ she moans between each word. with overstimulation taking over her body you decide enoughs enough.

‘see? now, was that so hard?’ you pull out slowly. kissing her clit one last time before sliding her boxers back on and plopping down on the bed next to her. her hand covers her face. hiding the embarrassment.

‘you liked that didn’t you?’

‘phfff, ur lucky im tired bc if I wasn’t I’d fuck the shit outa u rn.’

“ha, as if you could.’ you giggle, turning to look at her you whisper in her ear.

‘subby slut’ you tease and kiss her cheek before going to get a wet rag.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Gale x Tav

words: 885 rating: T pairing: Gale x Tav summary: As in all things, it seems, you and Gale dance to the sound of your own music. tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, so much fluff, I hope you brushed your teeth today, You/Gale scenario, more gender neutral than the others

Ao3 - 1000 Night Series

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There were many things that you loved about Gale’s home. First, and most importantly, Gale was in it. Second to that was you liked all the ‘Gale-ish’ touches around the home. His books, of course. His propensity to collect shiny stones like a magpie under the guise of ‘research’ or some arcane activity, but in reality you think he just liked them. The wear spots in the kitchen counter where he stood to make meals, faded from constant use. But your favorite thing about the home, apart from Gale, was the view.

When he showed you visions of Waterdeep from his terrace on that first night they shared, you had been mesmerized by the view. Many a night your mind would drift back to that moment and think not just about being with Gale, but the memory of that view and how much you wished for it to be reality.

Now it was your. The view. The terrace. Gale. And just as you had told him that night, the reality was much better than the illusion.

Looking over the ocean. Listening to the waves brush against the sand. And, if you listened very closely, you could hear music & revelry from some of the bards and patrons at one the taverns down the road. Also enjoying the night air and peaceful moments left freely to them.

“What a brilliant scene.” you turned to look over your shoulder at Gale. Standing in the entry way. A soft, pleased smile on his face as he watched you watching the horizon. “The sunset isn’t bad either. What I would have given some time ago to make this vision a reality. I feel compelled to pinch myself.” You chuckled as you watched Gale move to take his place on his favorite spot. His eyes back on you once he was settled. “Enjoying the view, my love?”

“More the music.”

You tilted your head towards the faint sounds and Gale followed suit. Seeming to be straining to hear it, but eventually picking up on the notes drifting on the air. “Ah yes. Sounds like they’re having fun.” You agreed but said nothing as you continued to just listen. “Do you want wish to join them? I’m sure we could easily find which tavern all the commotion is at quickly with your tracking skills.”

The adventurer chuckled. “No. I don’t think so.” Though it did sound fun, you weren’t interested in joining. Just admiring. “It would be nice to dance though.”

“Oh, well that is a problem easily remedied.”

Gale stood up. A confident, cheeky smile on his lips as he offered you his hand. “Are you serious?” You asked in jovial disbelief.

“I’m no Wyll Ravengard,” he had clearly seen their Blade practicing his dance moves in an attempt to woe you, but for the sake of their friendship Gale elected not to acknowledge it, “but I can handle a simple box step.”

You grinned, then took his hand and let yourself be pulled into Gale’s arms. One hand linking your offered one together while the other rested at the small of your back. His eyes were completely fixed on you as they started to sway to the music.

The space on the terrace was small. Not a lot of room for anything dramatic in terms of footwork, but plenty of space for Gale’s simple box step. Your head rested on his chest. Lost in the movement and Gale’s scent, coupled with salt & jasmine that miraculously showed up on the windowsill potting plants after you mentioned once that you liked their fragrance. With your ear to his chest you could hear his heartbeat, along with a gentle hum of the music for a song that they can barely hear but Gale seemed to recognize.

You weren’t sure how long they were dancing for before you lifted her head from its spot and leaned up to kiss him. Their dancing stops, along with the music. Although, the music may have still been playing in the background, it simply didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered right now except you and Gale.

“It’s dark now.” You were confused for a moment after Gale’s announcement, but then realized that the sun had indeed finally sunk down past the waves. The sky not completely dark but a faded shade of lavender, bleeding into indigo as the lights from the other homes began to freckle the shoreline like stars. “Shall we go inside?”

“Not yet.” This moment felt precious. Like that moment in the Weave they shared and you first realized you had feelings for him. When he realized that you had feelings for him after you let your mind’s eye say what you couldn’t. When they realized they may both have feelings for each other. “Can we stay here a bit longer? Keep dancing?”

Gale smiled and was already starting to sway again when he told her, “Whatever you want my love.”

They dance until the sky & sea became a matching shade to darkness. Melding together like they soon would be. Neither one had to ask. It was clear they both knew where this was going. Still, the couple danced to the music and their own tune for a while longer. Holding to the moment for as long as they could while they held onto each other.

[honey-andmilktea]

✎ Neighbors: Chapter 4: Cookies & Introductions

🤎𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: OnlineInfluencers!BTS OT7 (Eventually) x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader, Model!Jimin x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook, Model!Jimin x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook, Artist!Taehyung x Animator!Fem!OC!Reader (If you squint), Artist!Taehyung x Model!Jimin x ProfessionalGamer!Jungkook | 🌙𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff, College AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, 3rd Person | 🖊️𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,695 Words | ✏️𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: Not Edited! | ❌𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None(?)

🍁𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After fussing over meeting their new found friend, Taehyung doesn’t know how to feel about the girl. By coincidence they managed to meet but he doesn’t seem completely convinced.

👻𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐬: Woo! Update! Lol I'm starting to debate if I should start writing for Arcane too.

🐻 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“January pitches her voice over the noise: last year’s ghosts are dead, that’s reason enough to celebrate.” — Angela Lowes, ‘January is an Optimist’

He walked up to the house's shared office where he knew Namjoon and Jin were going to be at. He already had a semblance of what they were going to say to him, he really didn’t feel like talking about it. The crowd wasn’t necessarily a mistake, he was just having a little fun. He didn’t mean to hurt anyone or break whatever illusion of normalcy they were trying to build. He didn’t know how they were meant to live normally either, their faces were plastered everywhere and people knew them by name. He didn’t see the harm in walking around and flaunting it a little, maybe even getting a couple new fans to watch his videos and check out his modeling stuff. He let out a sigh as he knocked on the door and opened it when there was a soft ‘come in’ from the other side.

Time to get this over with.

When he walked in he was greeted with Namjoon’s disappointed eyes and Jin’s annoyance. Ah yes, the parents of the group. He expects no less. “Take a seat.” Namjoon says motioning to a chair that was positioned in front of them. Jimin couldn’t help but feel nervous now, he knew they weren’t going to hurt him but it felt like he was being interrogated for a crime. When he sat down is when the silence completely dissipated.

“You know what you did was stupid right?” Jin spoke up brashly while Namjoon put his hand up and looked at Jin.

“What Seokjin means is that, we wished you would have ran over what you were planning with us before you did it. It could have been dangerous.” Jimin’s tense posture from before eased up a little and he frowned looking down a little guilty. They were just worried.

“What if you got kidnapped! Or some person came and hurt you! What would we have done then?” Jin continued his anger from before melting down to worried eyes and a soft sigh. “We’re just worried about you.” He added on after a bit of silence. Jimin nodded and looked down, he didn’t want to apologize because he should be able to do what he wanted. He was a grown man after all. On the other hand though he felt bad, he didn’t mean to worry his boyfriends like that and mulling it over was a bit dangerous. It wasn’t a controlled environment and anyone could have been there. He didn’t regret it though, he managed to meet Chul. How could he regret that?

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I didn’t mean to worry you guys. It won’t happen again, I’ll fill you in next time I plan something like this.” It was a half truth and a sincere apology, he definitely was sorry but…he might forget to fill them in if he had another crazy stunt to pull. And his two boyfriends were aware of that, hence the looks they gave each other basically saying with their eyes ‘He’s not going to’. Jin shook his head but smiled a little, he loved him no matter how convoluted or stupid he could get. Namjoon also smiled, laughing a little and motioning Jimin over so they could hug it out. The tense and upsetting atmosphere simmering down now full of laughs and kisses. 

“Please be more careful.” Namjoon said when Jimin pulled away and he nodded agreeing to at least be a little more careful with his next plan. They spoke for a little longer about plans for the rest of the day and what everyone will be up to. With one last kiss to both their cheeks Jimin walked out the room. He peeked around noticing Yoongi wasn’t there assuming he went to his room to nap or to his studio. He hummed and walked to Jungkook’s room knocking on the door to see if it was okay for him to walk in. He’s had too many instances of walking in when Jungkook was streaming and didn’t need for that to happen again. Jungkook had stood up to open the door and gave his boyfriend a big bunny smile.

“How did it go?”

“Better than expected. They were just worried, you know how they are.”

“Do you still want to cuddle?”

“Damn right I do.” Jungkook laughed while Jimin smiled big, they linked hands and went to find Taehyung to add to their cuddle pile. Said man was painting something, neither one of the other two knew what but it seemed so important that it took Jimin and Jungkook to pull out the puppy eyes. The man sighed, falling victim to their cute gazes and grumbled.

“Fine. Let me clean up.” Both cheered and decided to help, more like Jungkook helped and Jimin sat watching as they moved around. Subtly checking out his boyfriends because hey, how couldn’t he when they looked so good. When they were done Jimin took both their hands and dragged them to his room also known as Taehyung and Jimin’s room since they tended to spend the most time together. They also piled in, Tae changing into a pair of more comfortable clothes than his smock and paint littered pants. Getting comfortable, Jimin in the middle and Jungkook and Taehyung on either side, they started having light conversation.

They talked about classes, professors and other random things. Such as games, food, and works in progress. They continued this light conversation with gentle actions, some tracing of patterns on exposed skin, soft cheek kisses. Everything was gentle and soft in that moment until at one point they started talking about Chul. “She seems so sweet. I’m glad we managed to make a friend.” Jungkook mused and Jimin nodded along.

“She also seems to not know who we are. And if she does she hides it really well.” This was a run over of their conversation in the car, they were speaking more about it to try and get Taehyung to agree to meet her. They thought if they fluffed her up and made it known she wasn’t a crazed fan he would be open to meeting her. Taehyung sat there not knowing how to feel exactly. He was glad his boyfriends had found someone new to talk to but he was always overprotective of them. He tended to be more closed off than the rest, not as much as Yoongi but definitely to an extent. When it was just Jimin and him he didn’t know how to feel when Jimin brought up the fact that he was starting to have feelings for Jungkook. For a while he had blocked Jimin out. It wasn’t his boyfriend’s fault he just had some trust issues he had to get over and when he managed to finally accept Jimin and Jungkook being a thing he somehow got pulled in as well and now here he was with 6 other boyfriends and he couldn’t be anymore happier.

But what if she’s different?

What if she actually ends up using them? Or hurt them? 

‘You’re getting ahead of yourself Taehyung. They’re talking about a friend, nothing more.’ He frowned to himself but tried to press a smile onto his lips. 

“She’s also really pretty. Come on Tae! You would like her.~” Jimin said trying to convince his boyfriend while Jungkook nodded his head. 

“She’s also a Photographer! You guys could bond over that.” Jungkook added in with a big smile and Jimin nodded quickly at that. Tae felt emotions stirring in his stomach as he looked at the two.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh please! Please!”

“If you don’t get along you don’t have to talk to her ever again. But at least meet her first before judging her.” They both gave him puppy eyes and he sighed. He was really a fool in love, huh? 

“Fine. But if I don’t get good vibes from her, I’m not spending time with her and you guys have to lessen your time around her.” They both cheered knowing that wasn’t going to happen and they had a good feeling.

A feeling that Tae would trust her straight away. They could be wrong but it never hurts to be a little optimistic. After talking about ways they could meet, they changed the subject and talked for a little longer before they each had to go their own ways. Each saying goodbye with a hug and soft kiss.

Taehyung tried to focus on his day knowing Jimin and Jungkook were blissfully unaware of his thoughts but his mind kept swirling. Wondering about what this girl could do to them and it was making him slightly sick. He tried to shake off the feeling and focus on setting up and getting ready for a Live he had planned for.

She couldn’t be that bad. Right?

It had been a couple days since the incident, Jungkook and Jimin trying everything they could to get Taehyung and Chul to meet. They asked her on days that Tae wasn’t busy and asked him on days he wasn’t bust. It always seemed that the other had something to do when the other was free and it was starting to frustrate the younger men. Jimin had gone pouting at Yoongi about it going to lay on his chest while the older scrolled through his phone.

“Maybe it wasn’t meant to be.” Jimin scoffed at that and disagreed right away. Yoongi rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair. “Then let it happen naturally. If you guys keep forcing it, it’ll never happen.” And Jimin actually mulled that over. Maybe he was right, forcing them to meet like this wouldn’t get them anywhere, letting them meet by coincidence or when everything falls into place would be better and definitely reap better outcomes. So that’s what they did, they let things go with the flow and see what happens.

Cul was in her kitchen running around with flour on her face and apron. Her phone was propped up with San, Wooyoung and Hongjoong on the screen watching her run around. “I still don’t understand why you’re doing this. It’s literally been, what, a month since they moved in. I bet your neighbors don’t even care.”

“Don’t listen to him, I think it’s sweet that you’re doing this for them.” San said, giving his boyfriend a disapproving look. Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and ate from the bag of chips in his hand as he let them chat.

“Plus, you didn’t have to do this for them so I bet they’ll appreciate the effort you put in.”

“I really hope they do like them. I tried to make sure they were allergy friendly, gluten free, you know so they don’t hurt anyone.” She pouted a little worryingly at her bottom lip while San chuckled at her and Hongjoong calmed her down, letting her know that it would all be fine. 

“Since you’re making them cookies did you make us stuff too?” Wooyoung butted in everyone going silent. Hongjoong and San looked at Woo while he just shrugged.

“What?!”

“Don’t ask things like that! It’s rude!” Chul laughed at her friends pulling the cookies out of the oven and putting them to cool. 

“It’s okay guys. I did make enough for you all too.” She smiled softly and laughed when Woo cheered, San shaking his head and Hongjoong just smiled with a small laugh at all of them. They kept talking like that until Chul’s cookies cooled.

“Let me know how it goes, if they’re rude I’ll go over there and give them a piece of my mind.” Hongjoong said playfully which made Chul laugh and Woo scoffed.

“As if your scrawny ass could do anything.” Hongjoong looked at him incredulously about to start an argument.

“Okay, it’s time to say goodbye before the girls start to fight.” San interjected, causing Chul to laugh louder and the other two started to throw offended comments at him. 

“Bye guys!~” They each said their own goodbyes before she hung up. She moved the cookies into a pretty container with a cloth napkin at the bottom of it. When she was sure it was well packed she grabbed a heavier jacket and scarf. Slipping on some boots and heading to the house next to hers. She took a deep breath at the door before raising her fist and knocked. 

She waited a second before groaning and realizing she could have rung the bell instead and did that hoping no one heard her knock the first time. She waited for some time hoping she wasn’t intruding on anyone's time. She stood there a bit longer before deciding to go, chalking it up to no one being home until she heard the lock of the door open. She quickly turned back and smiled big at the person being greeted with brown eyes and wavy dark brown hair. “Oh! Hello, um I’m sorry for bothering you but I live next door. I know it’s been a little while since you’ve moved in but I thought I should introduce myself!” She bowed to him. “My name is Lee Chul, it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled as she stood upright again and held up the cookies. “I made you all some cookies. I hope there’s enough, I wasn’t sure how many people lived here so I made a few just in case.” 

Taehyung was annoyed when he heard the doorbell ring, having been in the middle of streaming. When he didn’t hear another ring he let it go until Namjoon came down with crossed arms and asked him politely to check the door that he and Yoongi were bust and if he could do them this favor. He sighed irritated but nodded telling his viewers to give him one second and he muted walking to the door. He opened the door and looked unamused at the girl at the door. About to tell her that they weren’t interested until she started talking before he could. She was extremely cheerful for someone standing in the cold. It kind of irritated him but he couldn’t be mad when she looked kind of cute. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe with a bored expression on his face until she mentioned her name. ‘Lee Chul, huh? Is this the girl Jungkook and Jimin wanted him to meet?’ He tried to hide his smile at the massive coincidence and irony here. He bowed back and gently took the container. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. It was kind of you, I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung. It’s nice to finally meet who lives next to us, we started to think it was haunted.” He teased, causing Chul to blush in embarrassment and Tae held back his laugh. “I’m sorry to cut this short but I’m a bit busy right now, maybe we’ll meet again.” Chul nodded her head still smiling, which intrigued him. They said their goodbyes and he closed the door walking to the kitchen to put the container on a counter. 

He could see why they wanted him to meet her, she was cute, cheerful and seemed to be full of life. But that didn’t stop her from being able to hurt them. Jungkook and Jimin were too trusting and he wasn’t going to let some girl hurt them. He would need to just ring her out and see what she could handle. He opened the container expecting the cookies before taking a bite out of one.

They were good.

He grumbled as he finished the cookie. He heard footsteps and noticed Jungkook. He explained that someone came to the door to introduce themselves as their neighbor and brought them cookies. He left out the fact that it was Chul, he wanted to have a little fun with this.

“Cookies?! Awe, that’s sweet of them, I wish I went down. Would have loved to say hello to them.”

‘Oh you would have.’ Tae thought, as a small smirk was playing on his lips. 

“So, when do I get to meet this friend of yours, um, Chul was it?” Jungkook brightened up at his question, too excited to see Tae’s face.

✎ @honey-andmilktea - 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. [2025 - 2026]

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Devstream 180 Notes

This is a long one, folks.

brought to you by creative lead Rebb Executive Producer Dick Wolf

New dojo contest to kick off a transition to cross-save dojo world… see forum post

Pride Campaign 2024

is active now until the end of June! a new glyph, display, and wings in lovely rainbows!

Jade Shadows update coming June 18!

features a new cinematic quest: Jade Shadows. It picks up after The New War (so it's got TNW as a prerequisite) where the storyline of the Stalker left off. Rebb and the crew request that folks not spoil the quest for others after playing it. Use spoiler tags if possible! Quest runtime ~ 25 min There's a teaser for the story quest, featuring the Stalker hanging upside down like a bat:

New Warframe: Jade!

Pablo describes her as a support frame. Her passive is two aura mod slots which is kind of crazy ngl

Her kit briefly summarized:

1: throws a little mote with an AOE effect of healing for allies and increasing damage taken to enemies

2: cycle through various squad buffs. The UI art for these is really gorgeous

3: a debuff: enemies in her sight are slowed and lose armor. You also revive any dead allies in your vision.

4: floating and a zappy exalted weapon. It's kind of like Hildryn's four but basically better in every way because you can actually set off large amounts of damage and fly higher and faster. The exalted weapon has synergy with her 1 and 2.

As Pablo mentioned, Jade's abilities provide a lot of combo potential, good for any "min maxers" in the audience.

Jade's three signature weapons: the Cantare throwing knives, the Harmony scythe, and the Evensong bow (a variant on the Dread).

The Ascension game mode: "what if Warframe but up?"

Non-endless There's a giant elevator you have to feed with energy. The team's video crashed so Rebb gave what I'd call an excited 12 year old's description of the game mode instead which I loved:

There's this giant elevator that needs energy to go up. So you have to keep feeding it ionic charges so you rise out of the depths. And as you're feeding, the Corpus are there! *excitable machine gun noises* And then you're like, oh god! And then you have to, like, jump around-- but if you fall out of the elevator, you better hope you're good at parkour, and that you can read the level to get back up! and back up! and back up! And then: you have to make it to the top. But that's not all. Once you get to the top of the elevator, you gotta escape. You gotta make a run for it before the Corpus hold you back! Aahhh! Aah! Ah! …and that's Ascension. :)

Once we finally watch the video preview of the game mode later I think it looks fun. The level looks really neat; I love the graphics of the inside of the elevator. There's a new Jade Light eximus enemy here but I can't really tell any details about it quite yet.

ORDIS IN LARUNDA RELAY!

He's hosting the clan operation Belly of the Beast (featuring above Ascension game mode). In his shop is the Asteria ephemera, which evolves with community participation. Also some arcanes… and a beautiful skin for the Hate.

"If you're a hater, this is for you." Hilariously the arcanes are capped at 42 each because apparently in Gargoyle's Cry certain players went crazy burning themselves out to stock up on arcanes, and the team is trying to prevent that (and players blaming them for their own bad choices, as always). Two full sets each is more than enough, frankly.

Status Rework!

Blast now does a secondary detonation, or if hitting 10 blast procs, creates an AOE explosion. This is exactly what I have been wanting for ages so I, personally, am thrilled.

Magnetic now scales with overguard and shields the same way, and also does a secondary punch of damage (and an electric proc!) once the shield is broken.

Cold should freeze enemies more often now… and came with a free Frost rework! Now Frost's abilities give proper cold procs, thus freezing enemies, which is now standardized across his abilities. His 1 has been buffed and his 3 snowglobe has been modified (to allow shooting from in to out but not out to in). He has a new passive: his armor scales with the number of cold procs enemies have (like the defensive version of Ember).

There's a lot of testing going on right now on the interaction between ragdolling and freezing enemies.

There's a change to damage vulnerability mechanics which I didn't quite follow; seems to be mostly a simplification of the system.

Armor damage attenuation scaling, as mentioned in the last devstream, now has a cap, meaning corrosive procs should be more effective.

Yareli Deluxe

...looks like eldritch coral?

Next round of TennoGen

…finally comes with a Lavos skin, which is plague doctor themed.

Some augments (Protea's is probably OP), decrees (list shown below is incomplete), and arcanes

UI improvements!

In the upgrade screen: duplicate mod config button, indicator for substats, increased mod polarity

Augment list viewer in the abilities screen

Community customization table where you can copy others' fashions. Great news for gamers too unoriginal to make their own fashions, I guess. Coming at first for just Excalibur, Mag, Volt, and Jade.

Quick Access (fast travel wheel) for more areas like the dormizone.

UI autoscaling with resolution (to prevent tiny UI bars for people with huge resolutions), also coming with ability to scale the UI back down.

"Donut numbers" for damage view that do not cover the enemy you are shooting (old way can still be switched back to, called "cloud.")

Awakening quest has a lil fashion preview now!

Loadout hot swaps conveniently directly from the starchart!

QOL!

Cap on adversaries (liches and sisters) at 150. For the sake of database health. The programmer in me is mildly concerned that there was no limit before this.

Semi auto becoming full auto (see last devstream for more detailed description).

Automatic selection of last relic during endless relic cracks.

Streamlining necramech acquisition.

Unifying melee finishers and mercy kills (both with mechanics and appearance).

The return of Heirloom skins: starting with community art this time

First major change (from last year's disastrous heirloom launch) is the heirloom collections will now be released one warframe at a time.

Ember Heirloom is also a purchased fanartist concept!

Two paths to acquire it: a temporary paid path (for money, comes with some plat) and a plat path that will be available until next heirloom launch (and you can purchase the cosmetics individually!)

This is much better than last year's Heirloom launch, which, as aforementioned, caused a lot of community strife.

molten booty

And finally, the TennoCon 2024 schedule:

[caffeinated-and-annoying-bard]

REPLY FROM MEI REPLY FROM MEI

"Dear non-pen-penpal,

I have just begun Wolf359 and I’m already a big fan, especially, this little guy. He’s kinda serious, kinda paranoid, I’m a fan of his weirdness. Eiffel I think was his name, he’s quite a nice guy and his slight amount of sass reminds me of the main character from Witherburn. Witherburn is a bit of a niche horror podcast so it’s understandable if you’ve never heard it before.

I’m glad you’re going onto Malevolent though. You’ll have a lot of fun with Malevolent, as I did too. I have a hunch you’ll be a fan of John, he has a complex character arc, he has to learn how to be human overtime while also dealing with his monstrous background. Malevolent is a long listen but I finished it in like a week or two weeks time. It has like 40 hours of content, not one episode or second is wasted. Go and check it out ASAP! It’s about how to be human and the strength and willpower of the human condition. It has everything, music, poetry, men whimpering, and moral conflicts in philosophy. It’s like the raised points of Jon’s moral conflicts to the hundreds, you’ll love it.

HADESTOWN YESSS

Dev told me you may know about it because it would be right up your alley and I can’t believe you used His Kiss, The Riot⁉️⁉️ That’s so crazy. Also YESSS we can sing Hercules I Won’t Say I’m In Love. Also about this crush that our dear friend. I’ve been friends with them(the crush) for the past 10 years so it’s very funny to see this happening.

Also the book recommendation, I will begin reading when I have a bit more free time. Now for your recommendation, I’m sorry to say I’m nearly fresh out of ideas. But I will re-recommend you Malevolent because I love it so much. PLEASE check it out. Fun fact : It’s how I figured out I have a weird tolerance for men whimpering, I literally got 0 reaction. Maybe it’s because I’m ace but I can’t tell. Actually, I do have a new recommendation but you’ve probably some of their stuff already. Anything by Adrianne Lenker or Big Thief. My personal favorite songs from them are Not(the studio version specifically), and Born for Loving You.

-The Jork Master"

Sorry I disappeared, my dearest skeleton friend, I died(the new year's sad days got me) but I got better(finished Frankenstein) and now

To:Mei

Re;re;re: hello

Dear keyboard-pal,

How did you manage to start w359 so quickly???? I am impressed and utterly delighted upon hearing it, and embarrassed to admit that the council-approved petition to let myself listen to Malevolent (and finish watching Arcane s2, for that matter) is still stuck in the throes of despairing brain bureaucracy.

Ah, I guess I'll add Witherburn to the list of media I crave to consume but cannot proceed immediately without growing a thousand supernatural eyes (ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon the 38 books I have piled up on my desk) and ears.

(Outside of the jokes, Malevolent sounds immensely interesting and I constantly see art of it by the same people who draw tma, w359, good omens, etc etc so I am very glad to finally have an excuse to prioritise listening to it! Thanks for that)

JALSKSL I will go check it out, then. I need to see for myself how high my tolerance is, not being quite completely ace but certainly having a weird relationship with it. Nice to see a fellow sexhavern't in the not-precisely-internet-because-my-close-friend-knows-you wild, though

[Here is where I hi-five you Hadestown style. I love that musical with my every internal organ]

God, I am counting on you for this events to turn out bloodless because GTO is about 3,000km (around 1900miles) from California. I do not possess the required information from your friend's side to make a proper diagnosis but the suspense from dear Dev's side is killing me slowly and painfully ❌❌❌🗣️🎷❌‼️‼️‼️‼️🌄despair

GOD DON'T I LOVE BIG THIEF. I will certainly go check Adrianne Lenker out, though! Thank you :)

At this point I am tempted to apply what I do with Dev to you and stsrt recommending songs in spanish because they are second place to my friend Azul (doesn't read song lyrics, being a dancer and enjoying rythm and melody, so she enjoys music of every. Single. Genre. Regardless of language or the usual "the lyrics are distasteful" prejudice against genres like rap, reggaetón, banda, etc etc) with having the widest musical taste I've seen. I can't recommend anything in english to them because they will casually reveal that during the womb they were already singing their hidden discography or fetus choir and also have seen the artist's parents in prophetic dreams and can play every single song on guitar or something like that. But I will persist, I mustn't lay back on my strongest weapon as soon as the knife fight gets hard, I must find something in english

It's a lazy attempt, but have any of you two listened to The Mountain Goats???? They're my 3rd favourite band and they're wonderfully sad. I can't say the region of the us because I am comically bad at you kids' country's geography but they're "divorced man with an acoustic guitar" sad.

Farewell, friend. I await (do you use "for" after "await"? Firefox can't give me a straight answer I hate it when english does this to me) your next letter and wish the best for you, your best friend, and dear Dev. Happy new year,you kids deserve the entire world. Hopefully the world will see this, and let you into its palm one day in the future. 🎆🎆🎆🎊🎊🎊💥💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️✅

[sunkissed-eclipse]

˖⁺‧₊ ݁ ☾˖⁺ ݁₊‧ about me and my blog :p

★ my names juniper ! you can call me jay or juni though !

★ i have a lot of interests, many of which you'll see here ! i mainly play video games :3 but i occasionally dabble in a good tv show or movie.

★ i'm 21 and getting too nostalgic will make me crash out.

★ mdni please ! sometimes i be a little bit too full of nonsense.

★ i'm nonbinary and my pronouns are he/they !

★ #ilovemyboyfriend ‧ ݁˖♡︎⁺˖

˖⁺‧₊ ݁ ☾˖⁺ ݁₊‧ all time favs :)

video games

★ the elder scrolls series !!! been obsessed with these games since i could comprehend an rpg. i can never escape replaying skyrim or oblivion. i also play elder scrolls online from time to time.

★ the legend of zelda !! ah another series i can't help but replay a million times. twilight princess my beloved. ♡︎ tears of the kingdom very easily became a favorite. i adored breath of the wild so getting to see that story continue was rad.

★ the fable series ! games that never fail to make me emotional. games i grew up watching family play and then getting to experience myself. there will never be another game like the original 3 fable games.

★ kingdom hearts ! the first game i ever played. another series of games that never fail to bring the waterworks. (i want to be able to play 358/2 days on console, please square enix :3) i can never get enough roxas content.

★ pokemon ! i love pokemon. everything pokemon. i'm not even a sweat or anything, i've just always loved how cute they are. nintendo really got me with that one. all it took was some cute fantasy creatures you could befriend and have adventures with lmao.

★ minecraft ! a game i've had the privilege of growing up with. i've absolutely loved watching this game turn into what it's become. i have just as much fun now as i did then. definitely always and forever a favorite. ♡︎

★ some more notable mentions; stardew valley, the resident evil series, the sims, a few assassins creed games, dead by daylight, red dead redemption 2 and only 2 because arthur duh, cult of the lamb, farcry primal, fallout 3 and 4, green hell, for honor, hollow knight, fortnite, dragon age, diablo 4, elden ring, kingdom new lands and kingdom two crowns, no mans sky, rainbow 6 siege, stray, borderlands, octopath traveler, league of legends: wild rift, uhhh those are just off the top of my head lol.

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tv shows/movies

★ arcane, greys anatomy, criminal minds, you, superstore, true blood, a few random animes but i'm not crazy about them. you might see some dragon ball or death note stuff on here at the most lol

★ donnie darko, the crow, twilight, fear and loathing in los vegas, tim burton movies, marvel movies, star wars, jurassic park/world, pirates of the caribbean, coraline, horror/slasher movies.

˖⁺‧₊ ݁ ˖⁺ ݁₊‧

music

★ i can never pick favorites for anything when it comes to music. if it sounds good in my brain i want it full volume in my headphones. here's my spotify link :p

[absoluteocellibehavior]

Tag Game for “People I’d Like to Get to Know Better”! Tagged by the lovely, beautiful @bizarreohmart <3

Last song: “Blonde Dynamite” by Caravan Palace. Man, I love me some Electroswing and their new album Gangbusters Melody Club is *chef’s kiss*.

Favorite color: Purple. No question. It’s a good color!! Can you blame me??

Last book: Gosh it’s been so long since I’ve pleasure read but I believe it was “Thirteen Storyes” by Jonathan Sims! I’m also going to make a plug for my absolute favorite book series “The Shadowhunter Chronicles”. I have all the books and OUGH!! Those are good!

Last Movie: “The Boondock Saints”! GOSH, that was good!! Highly recommend!

Last TV Show: Me and the fam are working through season two of Arcane at the moment! I am sobbing! I am not ok! We’re sooooo chillin- *sobs*

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: SPICY!! I think it’s usually sweet for me but we had Cajun for Thanksgiving and I’m in the mood :]

Relationship Status: Taken >:D

Last Thing I Searched: Ah, let’s see… “Jewish prayer times”! Can you tell that Holy Ghosts religion sharing has been on my mind? HA!

Current Obsession: Speaking of which, Malevolent!! Specifically this Malevolent and TMA AU that lives in the realm of me and my friend’s discord chat. That and now a Malevolent/Critical Role crossover. So, Malevolent in general! I’ve pretty much been living in that Discord server and was even featured on the most recent Malevolent Autopsy! Yay!

Looking Forward To: End of the semester! Christmas villages! Seeing long distance friends! Sharing a Blood and Sand with my friend on her 21st! Malevolent gift exchange!

Favorite Drink: DR PEPPER CREAM SODA IS A GUILTY PLEASURE!! OH IT’S GOOD. But a nice Old Fashioned for special occasions <3

Song Playing on Loop in Your Head 24/7: “Experience” by Ludovico Einaudi. That song has inspired countless stories for many years now. It’s beautiful…

Current Favorite Character: Just one?! I’ll give you two. The partners: Charlie Dowd and Roland Cummings! I’m still listening to Malevolent and I’m working my way through Harlan’s first Call of Cthulhu campaign. I’m in denial about both of them. They’re in the Waylay sharing a Moscow Mule and Old Fashioned and you cannot convince me otherwise (this is a fanfic I’m planning on writing too).

Fun Activity You’d Really Like to Get Into: Book binding!! I think it’d be so neat. I’ve got this hand bound journal that I sketch in and it’s one of my favorite things. I’d love to learn leather work and how to make your own paper! This just combines those two in a perfect way.

Last Video Game: Played? Stardew Valley! I will marry Harvey or Sam come hell or high water. Now, watched about eight hours of lore videos over? Faith: The Unholy Trinity. Horrifying game. Delicious lore. SO good. Father Garcia, my beloved <3.

Last Comic/Graphic Novel: Truthfully, it was the garbage, totally inaccurate comic called “Samson: Judge of Israel” for my Old Testament class but I don’t wanna talk about that unless you want me to rant about modern Christians reading Jesus into the Old Testament where He shouldn’t be read into (*rasa frasas in Catholic Religion Major*). I will say that the art was stunning in it though. The last one I read out of choice was Blue Exorcist! I don’t think I’m caught up with it anymore but that is my favorite manga of all time! Father Shiro Fujimoto, my beloved <3

(Did I just “my beloved” two priest characters back to back? That wasn’t purposeful! You know, while we’re at it, Father Oscar Malevolent and Father Edwin Burroughs TMA, my beloved <3)

As for tagging!! My dearests @rightpastnowhere , @vee-lociraptor , and @rosesofenvy !! I’d love to hear from you! No pressure at all though <3

[alexanderflowerbird]

DAY 22

Hey! I'm alive! I'm here! And I'm writing! Haha! Woof, my real life has been an interesting blur of work, sister time, friend time, caring for my polycule, husband time, ARCANE, and of course, writing. I have excellent news to report-- my goal for the month was to produce 30K words and GUESS WHAT. YA BOI HAS DONE IT. Even more than that, cuz of COURSE I'm gonna keep going. The writing group had a sprint night where many of us got together to do sprints, and I got so many little scenes done that I'm very excited about lol I got gators that jump like flying fish, I got the Seneca Beast being a fucking nightmare and nuisance, I got Dolcezza and Malachi finally kissing and admitting they like each other [Dolcezza says like, Malachi is so down bad it makes him look stupid lol poor guy he's such a romantic], I got all kinds of shit outta the sprints! My husband also helped me with a situation for the book I'm writing where Malachi and Dolcezza get stranded for a minute due to a car malfunction, and since Harrowben is a Car Gay, they were ready to help me, which resulted in me having a Husband Insert character lmao his name is Ben, he rides a motorcycle, he helps people fix their cars, he razzes Dolcezza for not having a work log for his truck, it's very fun.

I don't think I could have accomplished this much without having a group of people that inspire and encourage me, having a writing group fucking rules tbh. And we're doing a gas up call for me on Wednesday were I get to sit and listen to people bark about the fact that I keep writing emotionally charged stories and scenes that make them wanna scream cry throw up lol I'm SO excited. The gas up calls I've been a part of where I'm on the support side have been so fun and I think taking a break to tumble someone else's concept, to come up with ideas with them, to ask questions about their stories, it's a very good way to reinvigorate your own story/writing brain! Hmmm... I don't think I have anything else exciting to report. I'm just a very busy man lol, I make plans with everyone all the time, and I am not tired, or ungrateful for all the love and attention I receive, or how deeply I am valued in my communities, but man it sure is hard to journal when you're running full sprint and breaking the sound barrier to get all of your shit done lmao. But I'm back on it! Lovely to talk with you again. Today's excerpt is a pre-husband-insert moment between Malachi and Dolcezza while they're waiting for Ben to show up, watching a pair of tortoise-deer creatures battle each other and talking about philosophy. I made Dolcezza a Sagittarius because I can and it makes me laugh lol Taglist: @theskeletonprior @tragedycoded @badscientist @thelittlestspider If you'd like to be added to my taglist, please interact with this post

“Looks like your spark plug is busted…” Malachi says from within the car hood. 

“Ah, damn it all.” Dolcezza groans, sighing and tipping his head back before he goes around the truck to dig around in a large duffle bag Malachi only knows contains some first aid supplies and the flare gun. He produces that and continues digging, checking the canisters for the gun before selecting one with another belabored sigh. 

“Ben’s gonna have my ass.” He says to himself as he moves off the road and into the lush, mossy grass, putting several feet between himself, Malachi and the truck. He raises the gun and fires, the flare producing a comet of black smoke that is oddly ominous for an issue as trivial as spark plugs being shot. Though… Malachi thinks of all the cars abandoned in the wilderness, reclaimed by the land. Perhaps something like this is the sort of life or death situation that calls for a flare that blots the blue of the sky with pitch black. 

“We in some trouble?” Malachi asks cautiously, watching the black smoke disperse. Dolcezza follows his look and huffs a laugh. 

“Oh, no honey. I’m in trouble, but not you. Our travel mechanic just likes black, ah, goth I think they call the style. Town uses red for trouble, yellow for new folks found, blue for new resources. Benji just likes black is all. Shouldn’t be long, they ride a bike like a bat outta hell.” Dolcezza says, returning to the truck to put the flare gun back where it belongs. Malachi hums, coming around the truck to stand next to Dolcezza where he’s leaned his hip against it to light up a cigarette. 

“Is that why there’s so many cars with their hoods opened up?” He asks and Dolcezza hums around his smoke to affirm Malachi’s observation. 

“Makes it easy to tell which ones have been gone through for parts. Ben’s the sort of guy who would know by looking which one’s he’s touched, but they keep the hoods popped for the rest of us that might know what to do with our cars and want to go hunting for bits ourselves.” Malachi knows how to change spark plugs, it’s easy work, but as he looks around them all the cars in sight have been opened up and scavenged. Nothing to do but wait then. Dolcezza offers him his cigarette. Malachi takes it, breathes in the smoke, thinking about Dolcezza’s lips for just an indulgent moment before offering it back. There’s a comfortable silence between them, especially when a pair of tortoises have wandered from behind some of the cars, spotting each other at a distance. They are altered by the territory like anything else have, made strange in that they have long, jagged antlers protruding from their wrinkled heads and their shells are covered with fur the way a water turtle might get grown over with algae. The fur is raised like hackles as they stomp towards each other, making good time for tortoises. They meet and clash their antlers together with clacking that Malachi and Dolcezza can hear from where they stand, battling with slow and determined swings of their long necks. One of them catches the other in the shell and flinging its head back, some of that earthy brown fur goes flying. Malachi and Dolcezza wince in tandem, Malachi softly saying ‘oof’ while Dolcezza whistles. 

“It’s always like this, isn’t it?” Malachi asks, glancing Dolcezza’s way. 

“Sure. It’s always changing, but it’s always like this, yeah.” Dolcezza confirms, eyes still focused on the tortoises and their struggle. “Sometimes it’s worse than this, sometimes it’s better, just like anywhere else I suppose. People make a real fuss outside the territory, ‘specially with how odd the Tennessee Void is, but my heart goes out to people that way. It’s not so bad here… the changing is the worst part, of course. Ain’t nothing comparable to it in this world, I don’t think, not that we know as people.” Dolcezza sighs and looks Malachi’s way.

 “I’ve seen a lot of shit, helpin’ people out here, cartin’ around scientists and shit. Nature don’t got no qualms about killin’ and eatin’. With a lot of things, that’s the whole point of bein’ here. Fuckin’, fightin’, feastin’. Don’t know how we got to thinkin’ we’re different and separate, but it’s what makes us I think… we don’t kill and eat things we love, try not to, anyway, build the whole world round trying not to. But it’s natural.” Dolcezza laughs softly at the way Malachi is looking at him. His stupid fucking face is doing what it does always, admitting his fascination, revealing that he’s captive to Dolcezza’s handsome mouth and the words coming out.  

“Philosophical, I know it. I can go on an’ on, I’ll tell ya that. Some sweet girl I caught up a few months ago told me it’s cuz I’m a Sagittarius, whatever the hell that means. Somethin’ in the stars- she told me all about it but just now I can’t tell it to you again. Don’t know what the stars got to do with us… this, all this here? It’s got to do with us, to be sure.” He gestures around them. 

“Yeah… I get what you mean. We’re not in the stars, we’re here, in nature.” Malachi answers back, and Dolcezza smiles, beautiful, pleased to be understood. 

“‘Xactly.”

[hackedxy0x]

My top 10 favorite shows (take two)

A couple of years ago, I posted a 'top 10 favorite shows' list right here on Tumblr. Recently scrolled through it again and was very much surprised by how DIFFERENT it was from my current one. A lot of new entries, a lot of new faves (and I have a LOT of faves). So I thought it might be fun to share my latest top 10 for anyone listening in the void. And hey, maybe you walk away with a few recommendations if our tastes are similar. You should note that these are ranked by how much I love them and nit by how good they objectively are.

Gonna drop my old list at the end if anyone's curious too. If not, let's get going.

10. Arcane

Arcane is, simply put, an amazing show. The animation is absolutely stunning, probably one of the best animated pieces of media I've seen in my life and I'm looking forward to seeing more from this studio. It's incredible how the writers managed to take a few game characters and turn them into layered and interesting individuals whose story captures you without fail. My favorite part of it has to be Silco's relationship with Jinx. Really pulled at my heartstrings. The show used to be in my top 5 (maybe a slight bias considering I made the list right after I was done with the show), but with so many new entries on the list, some shows had to go down. Still very much excited for the new season coming out in a few months.

9. Killing Eve

Ah, how the mighty have fallen. This show used to be in second place, but I'm pretty sure that was before the last season came out and ruined everything. Well, the last season wasn't as much to blame (even though it wasn't half as good as the rest of the show) as much as the horror that was the last episode. If I could delete that mess from my head, I would. Anyway, with that little rant being done, the rest of Killing Eve was absolutely incredible and it would've stayed in top 5 for sure. It has amazing humor, emotion, messiness, amazing characters, sapphic tension... For those of you who don't know, Killing Eve features a sort of cat and mouse game between an MI6 agent with a fascination for female killers and, you've guessed it, a badass female assassin. I couldn't not put it in top 10 even after witnessing the last episode.

8. Fleabag

Fleabag's "This is a love story" from s2e1 and her self-depricating monologue from s1e1 still ring around my head. Fleabag may be a mini-series, but it sure packs a punch. A dark comedy filled with British Humour . Fleabag (and yes, that's the protagonist) is both awful and relatable. And if you love morally grey characters, you're in for a treat. Because Fleabag is very much grey. Empty, apathetic, lonely, filled with love, a mess. You constantly wonder what she'll do next, is she going to reach a new low or heal. Another bonus, the hot priest. This one didn't drop much from the previous list, a consistent good. (Fun fact: Fleabag was written by the same person who wrote season 1 of Killing Eve).

7. Gravity Falls

And now we have one of the best cartoons in cartoon history (around the same spot on the list too). Gravity Falls is a classic. One of the cartoons that shaped the modern cartoon blueprint (along with other amazing cartoons, such as Adventure Time, Regular Show, AWOG...). Only two season and it still left such an impact. A cast of lovable characters, an engaging plot that doesn't miss, the funny jokes that are just the kind of kid friendly (baaaarely) that even the adults could enjoy. Just had to put it in my top 10.

6. The Mentalist

A blast from the plast. And a new entry even though it shouldn't have been since I've seen this show a long time ago, but it slipped my mind when making the original list. Rewatched it in the meantime, so here we are. This was the show you watched when tv shows were something that was still mostly for, well, the tv. I used to love getting my daily fix of it when I was younger. Crime shows were very popular (and still are), but Mentalist really did it like no other. The Mentalist was about a fake ex psychic Patrick Jane who joins the cops as a consultant so he can get revenge on Red John, a serial killer who murdered his family. Sounds glum, but a lot of the show consists of silly, murderer-of-the-week formatted episodes. But the star of the show definitely was Jane's slow burning quest to catch Red John. All the clues, the intrigue, the suffering. Not to mention that Jane was an absolute legend. (Shoutout to Cho).

5. What We Do In The Shadows

Another new entry! (Actually, all of the shows in top 5 are new entries except for num 1). What We Do In The Shadows is absolutely hilarious. A mockumentary about a bunch of vampire roomates who get up to all kinds of trouble. A simple, but effective concept based on an existing movie. This show got recommended to me along with OFMD, and it really captured my heart. The humour is silly, a lot of gags about sex and weird shit, but the acting is what really sells it. Ever member of the cast has prefect comedic timing, accent, expressions and a way of delivering a phrase that will have you in stiches. A great pick-me-up show.

4. Bungou Stray Dogs

The first and only anime on the list. I was actually debating if I should place it on spot number 3 instead, but let's leave it here for now. I f-ing adore bsd. I was reluctant about starting it because I thought it was too long, but, finally, it was seeing Nikolai's badass as fuck villain design that made me watch the show. And now I'm drowning in manga hell. How can an update be so short, yet so insane? The show progressively becomes more insane and senseless, with a cast of characters so likable that you're happy that their plot armor is close to unbreakable. The author sure loves to watch them suffer though. Did I mention that the characters are named after real life authors? And that everyone has a sexy rival and trauma? Yeah, good stuff.

3. Merlin

In a land of myth... An entry that should've been old considering when the show came out, but I've only seen it after creating my original list. Did it air on the telly when I was a kid? Maybe, can't really remember. A plot summary. Merlin is a young lad who was born with magic. He goes to Camelot for some reasonn, a place known for having a king who kills people for doing magic. He becomes a servant for a royal prat, prince Arthur. A once and future king who is supposedly Merlin's destiny. Watch as magical hijinks turn into ANGST, OH PLEASE NO. Another show I avoided due to its length, but those out of context videos on YouTube really wore me down with their charm. Not to mention that one "Are they gay?" video featuring Merthur, so I had to judge it for myself. Verdict: up to the viewer to decide the nature of that particular relationship (ship the shit out of the though).

2. Interview With The Vampire

I will NEVER stop screaming about how good this show is! It's so underrated that it pisses me off. Why isn't it mainstream, why isn't it drowning in awards? I'm trying to think of a bad moment from the show and I just can't. The writing, the casting, the acting, the directing, the scenary... High quality stuff. And this is just the kinda show where it's just so obviously a passion project where everyone involved is highly invested in the plot and knows their stuff. This show makes you feel 50 different emotions at once and, somehow, the cast manages to handle that perfectly. Just give them the awards already! One of my favorite things about the show is the use of the unreliable narrator. You never know how much of what's being said in the interview is credible. Anyway, I'm riding the high of the new season, but this is one of the rare shows that almost reached my number 1.

1. Hannibal

How do I describe Hannibal other than a masterpiece. A consistent number 1 on my list. This show combines everything I ever might want in a show. It's funny, it's dark, romanting, eldritch horror-like, smart, poetic etc etc. The finale of season 2 is one of the best episodes I've seen in my life, if not the best. Every plot point wrapped up, every character dealt with. It's kinda funny how the more you watch the show, the funnier ir becomes. Give me a billion cannibal puns, give me Will shaking like a wet dog. It really made me appreciate consumption as a love language.

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Anyway, that's all folks. Link to my previous list:

https://www.tumblr.com/hackedxy0x/669381723127185408/my-top-10-favorite-shows?source=share

[becauseplot]

uuu ask game!! 3 and 23??

Cal!!!! o///

3 - Five songs you have recently been obsessed with?

OOOOOHHHHH okay okay lemme have a look through my playlists. A lot of these are going to be tied to Ordem characters n stuff but I don't think you'll mind lmfao. I'll make sure it's spoiler-free for you (up to opc 7) so dw <33

Breezeblocks by Alt-J (for 90 Seconds to Midnight AU, Lizago-centric)

Over & Over by Rio Romero (for Sr. Veríssimo)

Put It on Me by Matt Maeson (for Joui & Gal from opd6->opc2)

Oh No! by MARINA (for Loneliness AU, occultist!kaiser)

Snakes from the Arcane series (no real character ties for this one, and I've never even watched Arcane, it's just very fun to listen to)

23 - Talk about a WIP?

Ah yes, WIPs. Daaaangerous to get me talking about my WIPs. Main one I'm working on rn is another Lizago fic (yeah yeah go figure I'm obsessed with them) but it's a bit different from what I usually ramble on about.

Long story short, I'm actually gonna dip into romantic-leaning Lizago rather than the platonic/qpr-leaning Lizago I usually like to play with. Basically: what if Thiago asked Liz out? What would be going through her head? Is that kind of relationship even possible for the kind of life they lead? Does a date really mean anything in the face of, "Hey we've almost died together several times and now my life centers around that danger and, by association, you"? Or is she completely overthinking this. It's fun to chew on! Also Joui will be there. I'll put a snippet of the draft under the cut <3

Shout at me! Distracting asks game!

Have a snippet of the drafted banter that may or may not appear as written in the final cut (takes place between aop and osnf, Liz is driving):

[flamboyantly-incompetent]

Wish

Spawn!Astarion X ResistedTheDarkUrge!Sorcerer!Drow!Reader (XHalsin)

Summary: after defeating the elder brain, Astarion and Y/N retreat into the underdark to care for the vampire spawn and fix up the arcane tower, still seeking a way for Astarion to walk in the sun

Author's Note: I finally finished my durge x astarion run and then wrote this in a fever afterwards. it's unedited and very self indulgent but I had to. enjoy?

The restoration of the Arcane Tower deep in the Underdark had been finished for a tenday. You’d left the top floors as they were, a watchtower for Bernard and his fellow automaton and a home to share with your lover. The bottom you’d converted to an outpost for the Gur, to keep watch over the thousands of spawn that had been unleashed when Astarion ended Cazador’s reign.

Astarion sat at the head of a long table, swirling a chalice of fresh-spilled blood. Yours, of course. His favorite vintage.

You sat across from him, basking in the bio-luminescence of the mycelium just outside the grand windows, pushing a deep rothe steak around your plate and thinking very hard about what to say.

“Star,” you started.

“Hmm?” he put down the ornate cup and gazed at you, sated. “What is it, darling?”

You fiddled idly with the purple fluorite rings adorning your fingers. “I’ve come across a bit of interesting magic, as it happens.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.” You shifted forward, nervous. “I haven’t tried it yet, haven’t even worked out the kinks, but I think, well, I hope-“

“I haven’t seen you this nervous since facing Orin,” he teased, eyes alight with amusement. “Come on, spit it out.”

“I might, might, have found a solution to your dietary restriction.”

The humor vanished from his face, leaving only hunger, and years of dashed hope. “Really?”

You nodded.

“How?”

“I think I’ll have to wish for it.” He laughed harshly, then waited for you to continue. “I’ve read tales of the weave bending to the will of Sorcerers in times of great peril.”

Skeptical, Astarion countered, “No greater peril than a Netherbrain, my dear.”

“I wasn’t as powerful then. My grip on myself was… thin. Likely because of Orin,” you rolled your eyes. “But now? I feel the Weave more acutely every day. I’m hopeful. We should try, at least. If that’s still something that you want?”

He licked his red tongue over his lips. “I’d be able to walk in the sun?”

You nodded. “And wade through rivers, and break into houses, and maybe even eat real food again. If this works, you won’t be a vampire anymore, spawn or no.”

He thought for a moment, frowning. “I’d be mortal. We’d grow old together, and die someday. Not to mention the other benefits to being a spawn.” You let him puzzle it out and waited patiently. “We’ll have to get more mirrors. I want to know what color my eyes are.”

Astarion stretched his arms out in front of him, sitting nude on your bed, practically purring, with a silken sheet draped over his groin. “I do like when you visit, Halsin. It’s been too long.”

“I agree,” the druid replied, refastening the clasps of his breeches. “This reunion was long overdue. Life has kept me busy.”

You slipped into a dressing gown and pecked him on the cheek. “And how are the children of New Reithwin?”

He grinned. “They’ve been driving Burr-Burr - the owlbear cub you sent to live with us? Absolutely mad. He loves it. I need to find a mate for him, though.”

“Why?” Astarion asked.

“My understanding of owlbears is limited, but he should be sexually mature any day now. He should have the chance to be with his own kind, if he wants it.”

“Ah,” Astarion sighed, “seems like only yesterday we were accidentally murdering his mother with those idiot Absolutists.” You rolled your eyes and thwacked him with a tasseled pillow.

“Anyway,” Halsin continued, chuckling, “the children are hopeful for more baby owlbears to keep as pets. I’ve not yet explained just how much they eat, or how much waste they produce, but why ruin their fun?”

“Well when there are babies we’ll have to come visit,” you said.

“They would love that, as would I.”

“In the meantime, I am starving. Stay for some dinner, won’t you?”

After dinner, Halsin and Astarion gathered around your favorite armchair in the study as you gathered the Weave around yourself. Threads of it felt like golden silk through your fingers as you pulled it from your blood. You looked up at your lovers, hope pooling in their eyes. Your gut twisted with nerves.

“It’ll be alright, darling,” Astarion said.

Halsin placed a large, comforting hand on your shoulder and you steadied yourself.

“I wish,” you started, and the rush of Weave in your hands started to solidify into a spell. It was working. You continued, “for a cure for vampirism.”

The three of you watched with baited breath as the spell’s power was released. Then, Astarion let out a harsh, mirthless laugh.

A wooden stake had materialized in your hands. You gasped and recoiled; the stake clattered to the ground.

Halsin let out a breath. “I take it that was not supposed to happen.”

“No,” you said. “Definitely not. Oh, Star. I’m sorry.”

He pulled you from your chair and folded you into his arms. “I’m alright. Just disappointed, nothing new. Will you be okay?”

You sniffled. “Yes, of course. But I’m not giving up. I still think this could work, I just need to do more research. Maybe,” you paused biting your lip.

Astarion gave you a searching glance. “Why do I get the feeling I won’t like the next thing out of your mouth?”

“Maybe we should ask Gale?”

“Aha.”

“You know he’d come.”

Halsin added, “He is very learned, I’m sure he would be of great help in this matter.”

“Well if Halsin thinks it’s a good idea,” Astarion drawled.

You gave him a look. “Oh don’t give me that. Halsin is right.

“Yes, fine. Invite the wizard.”

Halsin kissed your forehead. “I should get back to New Reithwin.” He kissed Astarion’s brow next. “Give Gale my best. And send for me at once if, well, you know. I’d like to be here.”

Astarion’s frown softened and he shook out the tension in his shoulders. “Thank you, Halsin. Don’t be a stranger.”

Prof. Gale Dekarios, I have a question pertaining to your area of expertise that is of a sensitive nature. If you have a few days to spare at any point in the next few months, we’ll be happy to put you up in the spare room (Tara is, of course, welcome as well). Come whenever you can, just send word of when you expect to arrive so that we may hide the good wine. I kid, I kid. Fondly, Y/N P.S. Astarion says hello. No I don’t. Alright, he doesn’t, but he will be happy to see you, no matter how much he hems and haws.

Y/N! Astarion! I am always happy to be of help. Though your message was most cryptic, you are in luck! Normally I’d need to know which books to pack, but I’ve recently acquired a vintage bag of holding, so my whole library will be at your disposal. I hope it isn’t an intrusion, but my next break of any length is over Candle Nights - is your teleportation circle yet in working order? Never mind, I’ll handle it. Until then, I will be counting the days! Sincerely, Gale Dekarios P.S. I have recently come across an excellent Thayan vintage - very dry, very red. I believe Astarion may like it, being so close to the viscosity of blood and all, so I will bring a bottle or two.

Candle Nights in the Underdark was just as magical as anywhere else. Certain strains of fungi released their golden spores on this night, and as they drifted through the still air, waiting for a rogue wind, they gave the impression of millions of warm, floating candles.

You watched from the top level of the Arcane Tower, arm looped through Astarion’s, as Bernard patrolled. The teleportation circle you’d spent a year preparing was in fact in working order, and you waited for the tell-tale glow that heralded the arrival of your favorite wizard.

Astarion sighed.

“What is it, dearest?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking of the city, all a-glow.” There was a touch of despair in his voice.

“Astarion,” you pressed.

“I don’t want to disappoint you, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?”

“If this doesn’t work, I think it may be time to accept nothing will. I don’t think I can keep on hoping for the impossible.”

You squeezed his hand. “Alright.”

“You’re okay with that, then?”

“Of course. We’ve tried so many things. I’d rather the search for a solution not bring you misery.”

The circle began to thrum. Astarion kissed your temple.

Gale appeared a moment later, dressed in traveling clothes with a threadbare bag slung across his back. He grinned at you both. “Hello. Excellent to see you both.” He pulled you into a tight hug, and let Astarion get off with only a friendly handshake. “Oh! As promised,” he pulled two dusty wine bottles out of his bag. “We should crack one of these open, then get down to what’s got you asking for help.”

Astarion made a show of inspecting the label, nodding appreciatively.

You ushered Gale off the roof to show him to the guest room. “I was joking about hiding our good wine, you know.”

“Yes, but it’s Candle Nights! The more wine, the better, I say.”

“You know, Gale,” Astarion said, “I think I actually did miss you.”

“I’ll take the compliment, thank you. Tara thanks you for the invitation, but she hasn’t been shy about looking forward to having some peace for the holiday.” He pulled a chip of wood and a short piece of string from a pouch at his waist and conjured an Unseen Servant that shimmered faintly when it passed in front of a torch just right. He commanded it, “Unpack everything but the books.” Then turned to you, “Let’s get into that wine, shall we?”

Later, Gale sat at the dining table, wineglass in hand, frowning. He plucked the stake off the table with his free hand.

“You were truly able to use the Wish spell?”

“Yes.”

“And this was the result?”

“Yes.”

Astarion added, “Out of thin air.”

“Hmm.” Gale turned the stake over in his hands a few times, then leaned back in the red velvet chair. “I wish you’d sent for me sooner, pun intended. This kind of magic is… complex. But, have no fear! I believe I can assist with this, presuming you’re still able to access the Weave necessary for a second cast?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well,” Gale pressed his fingertips together under his chin, “like I said. This level of complexity… Few arcanists have succeeded in casting, let alone casting twice. We’ll need a few days to prepare.”

Gale had made himself at home in your tower, and your dining table had become a desk fit for a wizard - with room for no less than twelve piles of books. Some histories of Faerûn offered glimpses into the powerful magic’s particulars, Gale asserted, and certain children’s fables touched on wishes gone wrong.

You’d been pouring over them for days. Astarion had found loopholes in all of your suggestions thus far.

“Alright. What about this: a nonlethal, permanent, repeatable, cure for vampirism?” Gale asked, head buried in an open tome.

Astarion sighed. “Sovereign Glue applied to my mouth? I wouldn’t be able to drink blood anymore.”

“But that’s not really a cure, is it? That would just keep you from acting on your existing condition of vampirism.” you countered, forehead resting on the table, arms limp at your sides.

“Huh,” he said.

Another moment passed.

You lifted your head from the table, hopeful. “Have we stumped you?”

“Maybe. I’m thinking.”

Gale put his book down. “Perhaps we should look into what the Weave regularly considers to be a cure. Keep thinking, Astarion. Y/N would you hand me that stack? No, the one - yes. Thank you.” He began sorting through the stack. “We may have to turn to divine magic for the answer, but I should have the account of the Paladin of Lathander… he… um…” You waited while he opened book after book, looking for a specific passage. “I’ve got it.”

“Well?” Astarion pressed. “What does it say? What do you think?”

“I think… I think we may have it.” Astarion let out a sigh and rolled the tension out of his shoulders. “I’d like us to keep thinking on it, and I have a few more sources to check, but,” he clapped his hands together, “tomorrow, I think we may be ready to give it a go.”

“Great!” you said.

Gale stood up. “Now, I need a nap. Or to go to bed? I’ve no idea what time it is, so please just wake me up for the next meal.”

You laughed. “Good night, Gale.”

Gale gave a half hearted wave and disappeared around the arcane elevator. You grinned, giddy, and relocated into Astarion’s lap. He smiled a you, and pulled you in closer.

You asked, “What are you thinking now?”

He groaned, still smiling. “I’m thinking, either way, we’ll have to send Gale a thank you basket of books or something.”

You gasped, hand to your heart. “Star! Are you grateful? Is Gale your friend?”

“Hush, you. You’ve turned me into this, you know. A softie.” He grew quiet, the smile fading from his face. “I’m still afraid, though. Of the disappointment.”

You cupped his face in your hands. “If this doesn’t work, we’ll take a vacation somewhere the city comes alive at night and sleep all day, and then,” you shrugged, “we’ll find something else to do. Maybe we’ll start an Underdark tour company.”

“That sounds nice, actually.”

“Good. Now, my brain feels like mush. Again. So, bed?”

“Mmm, bed.”

The next morning, the three of you sat down to breakfast in silence, until, finally, Gale broke it.

“So,” he began. “Any new thoughts?” Astarion shook his head, staring thoughtfully into his goblet of your blood.

“No,” you answered quietly.

“I haven’t found anything to suggest a double meaning for ‘cure,’ nor any examples in which the targeted disease, poison, or other such thing wasn’t counteracted by the appropriate spell.” Gale took a deep breath. “I think we should give it a go.”

You looked to Astarion. He took a sip, then dabbed daintily at the corner of his mouth.

“Alright,” he said. “I’m ready.”

Filled to the brim with nerves, you stood, hands clasped together to stop their shaking. “Let’s do it.”

You cleared the table of platters and bowls, cups and plates, and took a breath. Astarion took his place at your side while Gale stood across the table from you.

“Remember to speak the incantation exactly,” he said. “If you get a word wrong, let the spell fizzle out, and try again.” You nodded.

Astarion asked, “How will we know if she’s able to use the spell again?”

Gale grimaced. “I’m not sure.”

“I’ll feel it,” you said confidently, “or I won’t.” You closed your eyes, focusing on the feel of the Weave winding around your fingertips, and pulled. “I wish,” you started. Once again, the familiar solidifying of the Weave put weight on your hands, and the relief rushed through you in a wave. You continued, “for a nonlethal, permanent, repeatable, cure for vampirism.”

A cool, hard object with a rounded bottom replaced the weight of the Weave as the spell’s power released. You were too nervous to open your eyes.

Gale’s voice whispered, “It’s a potion?”

“Or poison,” Astarion said dryly.

You forced your eyes open. In your hands was indeed a potion bottle - a round, stoppered flask with a dark, reddish liquid inside. You set the bottle down on the table. Gale reached out tentatively, and pulled it towards him.

“One way to find out. Give me a moment.” He took a few minutes performing a ritual, then looked up, triumphant. “This is, in fact, a potion for curing vampirism.”

Astarion sat down, floored.

“I’ll send for Halsin,” you said, excited.

“Hang on,” Astarion said. “There’s thousands of other spawn down here. Shouldn’t we, oh I don’t know, see if we can save off the recipe or something?”

Gale nodded. “That was one of the thoughts behind adding the repeatable clause.” You sighed and slumped into a dining chair. Gale took a moment to study the potion, holding it up to the light and swirling it around the bottle. “Unfortunately, my alchemical skills are out of practice. You’re not by chance still in touch with the Ironhand gnomes? I’m willing to bet that one of their number may be able to help us.”

“Um, sure.” In truth, you hadn’t kept up with Barcus since Wither’s party. He was a busy gnome. “I believe they’re still in Baldur’s Gate. But, even if they have a gnome to spare, I doubt they’ll make it here before Candle Night’s leave is over for you.”

“Ah, ah,” he said, shaking his finger, “I’ve thought of every eventuality. Don’t move a muscle.” He disappeared into the guest room.

You took the opportunity to glance over at Astarion, sitting next to you. You placed your hand over his, resting on the table. “All right, dearest. What’re you thinking?”

“I’m,” he started, breathy, “excited. And I can’t believe I’m willing to wait another moment, but…” he paused. You smiled as he rolled his eyes. “If we cured even a fraction of the spawn we released, that would solve a number of our problems.”

“It being the right thing to do, unrelated, of course.”

“A coincidence. I can’t understand why you care about them at all, honestly.”

“I don’t,” you admitted, “At least, not in so many words. But, we had to make a choice, and when I looked at them, I saw you.”

Astarion scoffed. “I was, and remain to be, much better groomed than any of them.”

You scooted your chair over to put your head on his shoulder. “You know that isn’t what I mean. But I won’t make you say it.”

“Thank you.”

“But just think. However long it takes to reverse engineer this potion and a day later, we can surrender this tower fully to the Gur and move out of the Underdark. We can set up a permanent residence topside. We could go back to Baldur’s Gate! Or we could go back to Calimshan? Or move in with Halsin in New Reithwin!”

“Darling, I love Halsin as much as you do, but there are so many children there.”

Gale came back around the corner. “There, now, take this.” He handed you a smooth stone; it pulsed with magic when it met your skin. “I have it’s pair. So, if you have questions or need me to take leave again, I’m only a turn of the stone away.”

Gale proceeded to cast a variety of wards on the bottle, muttering contingency plans to himself the entire time, while you wrote a letter to Barcus. In it, you apologized for not reaching out sooner, imparted your well wishes for him and his clan, and gave a quick update on Bernard and the rest of the automaton before getting to the favor you had to ask of him.

Gale was only able to stay two more days, which he spent winning half your gold in Three-Dragon Ante. When he bid you farewell and disappeared in a shimmer via teleportation circle, you still hadn’t heard from Barcus.

The artificer came through, though, and knocked on the main door of the tower within a tenday.

“Barcus!” you said, shocked, when you answered the knocking to his bald head, grinning up at you. “Oh it’s so good of you to come! I was sure you’d be too busy. Let me take that.” He gave up his pack to you and followed you inside.

“I like what you’ve done with the place,” he said cheerfully, eyes swiveling about to assess your repairs. “What is it you needed my help with?”

“Well. It’s easier if I just show you.” He followed you into the elevator, up to the residential floor of the tower, and into the dining room, where you carefully extracted the potion from its place without triggering any of Gale’s wards.

Barcus took the potion from your hands. “Hmm. Ah. Oh. Oh.” He handed it back to you quickly. “Is that what I think it is? But, this doesn’t exist. Does it?”

Astarion appeared in the doorway. “That’s what you’re here to find out.”

You gave Barcus the broad strokes of how you’d come to obtain a real, legitimate cure for vampirism. At the end of your speech Barcus nodded slowly.

“And you’d like me to find out what it’s made of?”

“And if you can replicate it.”

Barcus wiggled excitedly. “This is an unprecedented opportunity. I will need a place to work, and I’ll have to send for my centrifuge - unless you have one? No, why would you? Just, erm, one thing?”

“Yes?”

“When, and if, we come up with a working recipe… what do you plan to do with it? I mean. A potion such as this could be invaluable, and, not to overstep, but the Ironhand clan could use the coin to further some of our other experiments.”

You shared a look with Astarion.

He said, “That one there’s got my name on it. Then, there are the spawn down here to consider.”

“Which,” you added, “we’d need someone to make. Perhaps at a discounted bulk rate.”

Astarion continued, “After that, your clan should seek a patent. It could be dangerous, though. If there are any other True Vampires along the Sword Coast, they might want you dead when they hear of this.”

Barcus laughed. “After the horde of mindflayers, I think a vampire and a handful of their lackeys will be a breeze for my gnomes. Don’t you worry about me.”

You grinned and bid Barcus to follow you. “Great. We’ll get you all set up, and let you get comfortable. Dinner’s in about an hour, okay?”

Barcus spent the next few days hunched over a microscope and glued to a pipette while he waited for his centrifuge to be delivered. When three more Ironhand gnomes appeared at your door with the thing in tow, you showed them at once to the guest room Barcus had retrofitted into a laboratory. Then, when Barcus shared what he was working on, they opted to stay to collaborate on some tests. They tried to explain what they were doing to you several times, and you nodded politely as the words went over your head, but they were great company at mealtime. Astarion pretended to be less than pleased.

Finally, a full tenday after Barcus’s arrival, he marched into the dining room and declared, “We’ve done it!”

Later, Astarion stood in front of the ornate mirror in your shared bed chamber, staring into the empty space where his reflection should be. He held the potion bottle, unstoppered.

“Are you still sure? You don’t have to, you know.”

“I know,” he replied.

Halsin smiled. “Whatever you choose, Astarion, will be the right choice.”

Astarion’s mouth twitched up. “Bottoms up.” He tipped the potion into his mouth, ingesting the whole thing in one gulp. He waited, licking his lips. Then, he fell to the ground.

“Star!”

Halsin put an ear to his chest. “He’s breathing - the potion must be taking effect. Here,” he slipped a pillow under Astarion’s head. You knelt next to Halsin as he moved his hands over Astarion’s still body.

“I sense a change. We may just have to wait.”

Wait you did. You thought that maybe his cheeks had taken on a pinkness that hadn’t been there before, but it may have been your imagination.

Astarion coughed. “The hells,” he choked. “What happened?”

“You fainted. Here, slowly now,” you helped him sit up. “How do you feel?”

He paused. “I’m hungry. No - I’m horny. No - wait, no. Hungry again.”

“Hungry for…?”

“Something solid. Ha. Hahaha!” He shot up onto his feet. “It must’ve worked. Tell me it worked. Hang on.” He stopped in front of the mirror, looked at himself - his actual reflection! For a long moment, then began laughing manically.

You shared a concerned look with Halsin.

Astarion whirled around. “Look! My eyes. They’re, they’re blue.”

Everyone you knew and loved, except Lae’zel, who would have to send a projected image from the Astral Plane, was gathered in the square of New Reithwin. The Gur’s leader, Ulma, had received an invitation as well and loitered near the edge of the group.

Shadowheart had brought Scratch, who was chasing Burr-Burr the owlbear, excited to be reunited with friends.

The full force of the sun made you squint, but you powered through, clapping to get everyone’s attention. “It’s so good to see all of you! We have a bit of a surprise…”

“Hang on soldier,” Karlach interrupted. “We’ve got one too.”

Gale smirked and waved his hands, and before you Lae’zel in the flesh revealed herself.

You said nothing, instead you catapulted yourself into her frame and trapped her in a hug. She patted your back patiently. “I thought you couldn’t come,” you said, eyes misting over.

“I’ve needed a vacation. The war is finally turning in our favor, so there would be no better time.”

“Darling?” Astarion sang from inside The Waning Moon. “What’s happening out there?”

“Has Astarion come?” Wyll asked. “Should we move inside, then?”

“No, no,” you said, releasing Lae’zel from your grasp. “That’s the surprise. I present to you, the recently cured, fully elven, no longer vampire nor spawn - Astarion!”

With great relish, Astarion stepped out into the sun.

[teecupangel]

Just came to me even though I saw the D&D movie ages ago (along with a few re-watches) and- Ezio would either love or hate D&D bards so much. They're bards- something he hates; but they also have the spell Vicious Mockery which he really, really loves/wants. Killing his enemies by just trash-talking them? Might be the only redeemable thing about these newfangled magical bards.

Oh god, yes, Ezio would have complicated feelings for bards soooo much because he hates minstrels in canon.

But also: (me vibrating at finally being able to talk about my AC D&D ideas)

I have been thinking of how Desmond and his ancestors would play D&D and, really, when you think about it, these guys would be multiclassing different kinds of Rogues.

So my idea is:

Altaïr:

Main class: Rogue, focus on stealth, intimidation and loves sneak attacks.

Secondary class: either Soulknife or Artificer as a reference to the power of the Apple and his legacy of creating tools and devices beyond what should be available during his time. Go Soulknife route if you want him to be more on the side of hidden death, go artificer for more utility.

I did think of making him an Arcane Trickster but the spells of an Arcane Trickster are more about deceiving targets and Altaïr is less of a deceiver and more of a stealth-based assassin. (Unless you play him as more on the side of ‘fuck stealth, let’s chase our targets!’)

Ezio:

Since he wasn’t trained to be an Assassin since birth in canon, we can make a case of Ezio having a different main class with Rogue being his subclass. It would be funny if we make Bard his main class OR Ezio could be one of those d&d players who decide to multiclass… a lot of classes. It’s a risky move but definitely something teenage Ezio could do (ah, the hubris of a rich noble youth).

Hell, he could have decided to be a bard to get Cristina’s attention XD

I didn’t see Edgin’s stat block (because I don’t wanna sign up for D&D beyond) but my headcanon is Edgin leans heavily to Charisma and Ezio would be the same.

Definitely the party’s main healer XD

Ratonhnhaké:ton:

Main class: Druid for Wild Shape as reference to the DLC and his natural affinity to nature.

Possible Druid Circle choices: Circle of the Land would be the safest choice as it works well with Ratonhnhaké:ton’s connection to his land (Grasslands has Pass Without Trace which is super good for stealth checks) BUT Circle of the Moon focuses on Wild Shape combat which would make Ratonhnhaké:ton more formidable in any of his Wild Shape forms.

Secondary Class: Rogue (or maybe Ranger or Fighter? Barbarian is also possible but Fighter gets freaking Extra Attacks). But, as a Rogue, he focuses more on investigation. Definitely the "I look for traps" type of player.

He’s definitely their main attacker AND he can transform into a bear OR an owlbear.

Desmond:

For Desmond, it would be fun if he did start off as a Rogue as a reference to how he was raised on the Farm but immediately focused on his secondary class as soon as it was available.

Possible secondary class: Arcane Trickster with Warlock because of the whole ‘spells to deceive targets’ kinda vibes with his whole ‘deceiving everyone that I’m just a normal dude’. I picked Warlock because now he has to have a patron that will grant him magic and it could be an Isu (Minerva is the most common choice but… Juno is also there XD). He can also be an Oathbreaker Paladin multiclass I guess? It doesn’t really work all that well since Oathbreakers are usually seen as ‘evil’ for breaking their oath to their god but if Desmond’s god is Juno, he has all the reason to be an Oathbreaker.

If you want Desmond to be a DM, his character will be a high-level DMPC and more like Xenk who helps out the players for a brief period and pops in and out. Oh, oh, oh! His DMPC could be the tavern owner who works as kinda like a secretary to the party and keeps all the quest requests they get because they always return to his tavern after every adventure to drink and relax. The hint that he’s a high-leveled DMPC could be that an 18+ roll to persuade him to give them drinks for free did not work.

Possible DMs:

Of course, depending on who their DM (if it's not Desmond) would be, the restriction of certain spells could be lifted so, for example, Ratonhnhaké:ton could be a Circle of the Moon Druid but have been allowed to have ‘Pass without Trace’.

I honestly think Clay would be a good ‘I’ll allow it’ kind of DM who thrives in chaos and improvisation, letting them go off track.

Shaun would also be a flexible DM but he tends to railroad them when he’s excited because he thought of a good plot.

Rebecca feels more like she prefers to be a player than a DM tbh.

Lucy would be a rules-lawyer type of DM. Always asking if they have the ingredients they need for spells and such but doesn’t like to KO players.

Malik would also side with the rules more often than not but it’s more to keep his side organized and he let them get away with a lot of things if he thinks it’s particularly an interesting idea.

Leonardo would be the type of DM who would remember all the rules but only cherry-pick whichever rules he wants to implement. Might also be the type of DM to level them up by milestone instead of EXP.

It would be funny if Kadar is the one who has a habit of TPKO-ing not because he’s being mean but because he overestimates everyone’s characters (especially Altaïr’s)

Possible Races:

I really, really like the idea that they’re all Kenkus because the bird motif is right there! But instead of being corvids birds, they’re different kinds of eagles.

Maybe Ratonhnhaké:ton is half-Kenku instead with Haytham being a Kenku while Kaniehtí:io is another race (Wood Elf would be the most common chance but Eladrin or Owlin are also good choices imho). Of course, this would mean Half-Kenku would have to be homebrewed.

If you don’t want Kenku and don’t want them to be one of the more common races (humans, elves, etc), Aarakocra (birdfolk) would be good as well (which has a +2 on Dex is rogues need to excel in and can fly). Kenkus also have +2 on Dex too btw and they can't fly (it's part of their backstory, wishing they could fly again).

Altaïr can also be a Genasi as the whole ‘descendant of djinns’ background of a Genasi would be a reference to his birthplace in canon. Personality-wise, Altaïr would probably be a Fire Genasi, especially if his personality is based on the beginning parts of AC1.

Alright, for Desmond, if you don’t want him to be a Kenku, human might be a good idea as a jack-of-all-trades kind of thing (+1 to all). BUT if you want to lean into his connection to the Isus, Aasimar would be your best choice with Protector Aasimar having Radiant Soul at level 3 which will give Desmond wings (and glowing eyes) for 1 minute in combat. Or, if you want a reference to how Desmond burned, Scourge Aasimar’s Radiant Consumption is more or less a burst of divine energy that erupts from the Aasimar, with the description including “threaten to char you”. If you want to go down the “William Miles tried to make him a soldier” route, Desmond could be a ‘failed’ Warforged which would make him a bulky (and most probably the tank) rogue. Also… ‘absolutely normal NPC tavern owner’ turns out to be an Aasimar or a Warforged would be a funny plot twist.

Other Notes:

Edward is a swashbuckler rogue. Even if he's already a grandpa, he would definitely play with them.

Ratonhnhaké:ton's character's father could be based on his real father OR could be based on his father's own D&D character (if he plays)

Bill plays D&D too but Desmond absolutely does not invite him. Ever. His books and dice did come from Bill though.

Ezio has the most expensive dice. They’re super pretty.

Ratonhnhaké:ton prefers to buy dice made by small-time creators. Would definitely join Kickstarter projects for dice that look cool or are nature-themed.

Altaïr would probably have metallic dice.

They have a banned 20d. It ‘always’ gives nat 1 during critical times and give nat 20 for the most mundane insignificant rolls.

(whispers) if you like TTRPG, I made starting character sheets for a Blades in the Dark AU.