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tragedybunny · 10 months ago

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Absolution

༺Summary༻

Astarion and Serafina have an argument and Astarion does what he thinks is necessary to keep her with him. Set before his Act 2 confession.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Warnings༻ PiV sex, oral sex, all occurring while Astarion disassociates.

༺Word Count༻ 2441

༺A/N༻ Although most of my reader fics are based my Tav, Serafina, and my experience playing the game as her, this is the first fic I've written featuring her as a named character. And it's my first BG3 fic in 3rd person. I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks to @satanicspinosaurus for the wonderful beta.

The scene from earlier plays over and over in his mind.

“You don't know anything about me, Astarion! So just leave it be.” Sera, sweet, kind, gentle, patient Serafina, had yelled at him. Not once since they'd met on that beach had their erstwhile leader even raised her voice slightly at him. And today she shouted at him. All because she couldn't read Elvish and he'd reacted with the same humor she’d claimed to enjoy. Turning it on him as though he’d been the one in the wrong.

They'd been seated around the fire while Wyll took his turn “cooking”, going through some papers and books they'd found in the wake of a goblin attack. They were looking for any clues into the cult's movements or plans. Sera had plucked a small, neatly bound journal from the pile and turned it over in her hands. It was a thing clearly well-made and cared for. She'd opened it gently, respectful of the fine binding holding it all together.

Her brilliant blue eyes had scanned a few pages before she gave out a frustrated sigh. “Elvish,” she muttered, snapping it shut violently and thrusting it at Astarion. “You'll probably have better luck with that.”

He wasn't sure why he did it. The half-elf’s reaction was disproportionate to simply encountering a foreign language, that was obvious. Maybe it was because he’d become too used to teasing her since they’d started their “relationship.” Their easy back and forth banter giving him the foreign feeling of acceptance.

Or maybe it was his own way of trying to deny those irritatingly tender feelings that had started to creep in whenever he caught her glancing his way or their hands touched, or she laughed at one of his jokes. The need to push back against them, sharpening his tongue and drawing out ancient bias.

Whatever caused it, he should’ve thought before opening his mouth. “Can’t read Espruar? Someone got forgotten by one parent. Is that why you threw a tantrum and ran-”

“Shut up!” Sera leapt up from the log she’d been seated on and glared at him. “You don’t know anything about me, Astarion! So just leave it be.”

With that, she’d stormed off and left him silently stunned, as though awaiting a reprisal that didn’t come. Around him, their companions pretended to look away and he caught a few whispers on the air. “What are you all looking at? It’s not my fault she suddenly can’t take a joke.” He’d sulked off to his own tent, waiting until her tantrum had passed and everyone forgot his misstep. He’d assumed Sera would cool down and come out for dinner, but instead she’d remained stubbornly locked away. Karlach had brought her a bowl of what they were generously calling stew.

Everyone had eaten and retired for the evening and she was still pouting. Which brought him to now, slinking his way across camp toward her tent. He had to do something, he couldn't watch his hard won protection slip away. It absolutely had nothing to do with the fact that Sera gave him a little kiss and wished him goodnight every other night lately and it had been noticeably withheld tonight.

The way the moonlight filtered through the trees, one solid beam pointing down on her tent, a poet might say that Selune was guiding him. Poets were idiots. Parting the flap just the smallest amount, he starts to slip inside, intent on waking her to settle things if he needed to, when a sound stopped him. A strangled cry, was it directed at him? He froze, half inside, the errant moonbeam that slipped around him haloing her with soft illumination.

Another wordless cry. Only a nightmare, nothing to be concerned with. Stepping in, he lets the tent shut, plunging them both back into darkness. With a predator’s stealth, he approaches her bedroll, kneeling down, eyes subconsciously glancing at the healing puncture wounds on her neck.

“Let me out.” Her sudden words startle him.

Stumbling backwards, he nearly loses his balance to go sprawling across the floor. His skin suddenly heated, as though the breath that carried those words could burn him.

Another sob comes as she thrashes around a bit. “Please, I won't run,” unintelligible sounds follow the small plea. “Let me out.”

Locked up. She'd been locked up too. Regaining himself, he crept toward her again, as she shook and cried. Someone had hurt her. But who would want to do that?

She was Sera, unfailingly kind; who aided refugees, saved children, fought monsters, and foolishly fed manipulative vampires.

The sobbing becomes frantic and without thinking he reaches out to gently grasp her shoulder. “Sera,” she struggles against his touch with a whimper. Growling in frustration, he shakes her a little more roughly. “Serafina!”

Eyes snap open to behold him with wide pupils as her chest heaves. “A-Astarion?” Sitting quickly, she pulls away from him, and he feels a sudden sting in his chest. “What are you doing here?” She hisses, apparently still angry with him.

“You were having a nightmare.” He replies, trying to soften his voice, to be the lover she had come to expect.

“Hmm,” her eyes focus across the tent to an empty lantern, “fiat lux.” Small little motes of light appear in the lantern, swirling gently in their prison, as Sera draws her knees up to her chest. “Well, I'm awake now, you can go.”

The forlorn gaze and empty voice were nothing like the Serafina he'd come to know and the unsettled sensation in the back of his mind grows. He cleares his throat, trying to get the words moving. “I didn’t come just to wake you up, I wanted to…apologize. For earlier. I’m sorry, the joke was in poor taste.”

Turning her head, she glances his way from where it rested on her knees. She looks so small like this, so far from the fierce woman who’d led them from the moment of the crash. “Apology accepted, I probably took it too personally.”

It didn’t quite ring true, but he plows on anyway, hoping maybe those blue eyes would light back up for him. “The truth is, I’m actually a bit rusty with Espruar myself. But maybe I could teach you and it would be good practice for me.” He affects the warmest smile he could, sure the gesture would win her over.

Instead, she shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t actually matter all that much. Thanks for the thought though. You can go, I’m not still mad at you. I’ll see you in the morning.”

That was not his Serafina. He has to do something, to fix this. To keep her on his side. Reaching out, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his lap, lips closing over hers. “What’s this about?” She huffs as her skin began to flush a pretty pink.

“Pleading my apology some more,” his voice drops to the low sultry tone that made her pulse jump in a way he could hear.

“I said you were forgiven.” Despite her protest, her arms encircle his neck, pulling him closer.

“Your words said that, but your eyes spoke differently.” His lips trace a line of kisses from her lips to the lobe of her ear, making her sigh.

This was what he could do for her, what he did best. It was a skill honed by two hundred years of unwilling practice, and like so many before, a skill she was willing to make use of. At least it was easy enough with Sera, she was sweet and gentle, and he knew she'd never harm him. And it wasn't as though a part of him didn't want her, she was a pretty little thing. That part was just bound up with all the other parts that hated what his body had been used for. If he had to open his pants for anyone, he supposes he was glad it was her.

“I meant it, but- gods Astarion!” He runs his tongue along the point of her ear, less sensitive than his, but still enough to start driving her mad.

“In that case, we'll call it making up for my behavior earlier.” Guiding her to face him, legs straddling his, her warm core settles against his hips. He kisses his way back down to her throat, already feeling his mind growing distant from his actions.

Lips linger near the marks on her neck, and she squirms in his lap. “Do you want to?”

He could never say no to that offer. Without hesitation, his fangs sink into her flesh, and succulent liquid pours into his throat. It adds to what little pleasure he’s able to wring from what he was about to do. Sera whimpers and writhes in his lap, grinding down on his growing erection. She hadn’t started out allowing him to feed on her as some form of pleasure, but she had given him her neck as often as the rest of her body, and the two had become inextricably tied together.

Just a sip for tonight, after everything that had happened, he couldn’t ask too much. Too soon he pulls his fangs away to lap at the remainders and kiss the wounds. Blood and a distant mind, this was good as it would be for him. “Let's get this out of the way.” Fingers grip the hem of her shirt and guide it over her head.

She shivers as the night air caresses her skin and leans into him. It was almost enough to make him laugh, there was nothing about him that could provide any warmth. Instead he continues kissing his way down her chest, nipping lightly until her back arches into him and she makes a needy noise.

“Patience,” he chides her, releasing his grip on her to remove his own shirt.

Hands encircle her waist in an iron grip, holding her firmly in place while tongue and teeth tease her rosebud nipples. Fingers trace his back as she pants, trying to contain all the noises that could wake the camp. Her nails ghost along his flesh, and he senses she longs to dig them in.. She hadn’t even attempted to ask about it. Why did she afford him such gentleness, was she wary that it would be too much on his scarred flesh?

Lips leave off her hardened peaks to capture hers again, and she grinds against him even harder. No doubt her small clothes were soaked. “You drive me mad,” she whispers, lost in desire.

Just as he’d wanted, Serafina, hurt feelings and nightmares forgotten. “You enjoy it.” He captured her lip between his teeth for a second and nibbles. “Stand up, take your pants off for me.” He awaits her on his knees, as a penitent seeking their absolution.

She’s so occupied, she doesn’t notice as his gaze finds the dancing lights in the lantern, and watches them swirl aimlessly until she’s naked before him. Gripping her thighs, he pulls her in, holding them apart so his tongue can swipe along her sex, as soaked as he predicted. Sera’s not a bard, but she sings for him anyway. Fingers grip into his curls, not too tightly. Sometimes he wishes she wouldn’t be so damn gentle, that she'd be like everyone else, someone easy to use, instead of, whatever all this was.

“Astarion,” she keens as he slips two fingers inside her, tongue running over her clit.

He laps and suckles at it almost as fiercely as he does the wounds he leaves in her neck. The fingers inside her find the spot that causes her knees to buckle and another cry to leave her. She’s close, just a little more, and he could leave it for the night.

“I want you inside me.” He stiffens, inhaling deeply.

“Do you now, my sweet?” He nips her thigh playfully with his fangs while his stomach drops. “Then come down here.”

As soon she hits her knees, he's positioning her on all fours, he can’t look her in the eyes right now. He tears his pants open, eyes finding the lights again, concentrating on them as he pushes inside her. She’s warm and wet as she pushes back against him, eager to have all of him. Because she chooses him. No matter how many of his rough edges and dark corners she finds, she wants him. Would she still want him if she saw it all?

Forget it, he tells himself, pushing that thought away. He clears his mind until there’s only the moment, the sensation left, hips slapping against hers, the way her body clenches around his cock, how she eagerly sucks the fingers he puts in her mouth so she has something to absorb the moans.

It’s almost enough to completely lose himself, his cock twitches. It’s spectacular, the way she meets every thrust and takes everything he has to give. “Touch yourself,” he urges, eager for her to come undone.

Her own fingers slide between her folds, working feverishly. It’s not long before the noises muffled by his fingers become frantic and she tightens around him.

“That’s it, my darling, let go.” With another deep thrust, he allows himself a release. “Sera,” he gasps, knowing it will please her to hear her name on his lips.

They collapse next to one another on the bedroll, Sera quick to snuggle up in his arms. It takes longer than it should to embrace her, his body wanting to run. “Is everything alright?” She asks, innocently, from where she lays, head on his chest. Maybe there are merciful gods, she can’t see his face.

“Of course, love. I think I may have worn myself out after all the walking today.” Softly, he kisses her head, he can’t let her suspect.

“Well don’t complain tomorrow, Lae’zel will blame me for sure. I don’t think I was very discreet.” She laughs, sounding like sleep is already returning to her.

“But you are to blame. If you weren’t so irresistible.” He tries to laugh as well. This stupid, sweet girl, why does she lay in a monster’s arms and giggle?

With a yawn, she gives him an out. “You should probably go, I’m going to fall asleep soon and don’t want to trap you here.”

One more kiss, even as his mind insists on fleeing. “Goodnight my love, rest well, and I’m sorry again.”

“For what?”

“For earlier.” For everything.

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secret-smut-sideblog · 3 months ago

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The Halla

Lavellan x Blackwall

18+ (implied) animal violence, grief, (implied) torture, death, miscommunication, guilt, sub/dom, grinding, handjob, breast worship (m!), oral (m!), deepthroat, talks about pregnancy, tokophobia

Reunited with a Dalish clan, Vella hopes to help any way she can. And, returned to the soft of his bed, hopes her love will let her help him as well...

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"Where are we going?" Sera whined, throwing her head back.

"Sera. Hush." Blackwall growled.

"I'm enjoying our walk." Iron Bull offered easily.

"Would it help if I gave you a turn on Ghilana?" Vella smiled.

Sera huffed.

"...Maybe."

Vella nickered to Ghilana. He circled back from ahead, kneeling down to her.

"You know, people usually keep their mounts with them." Iron Bull appraised the great stag.

"Why? Do they need babysitting?" Vella looked at him curiously. Helping Sera up onto the thin saddle.

"Oh, that wasn't a slight. And yeah... you make a good point."

The stag stood again. Sera patted his side uncertainly, but Blackwall could see the wonder in her eyes.

"How's the saddle treating you?" He trailed his fingers along the engravings. It worried him that she might get thrown off in battle riding bareback. He had borrowed many tools from around Skyhold to craft something fit for her. "I'm not a trained leather worker, I can already see improvements that need made."

She gave him a soft glare over her shoulder.

"It's beautiful, don't sell yourself short. And it fits me perfectly."

She slipped her fingers under his gambeson, trailing them up the base of his spine. Whispering close to his ear.

"Almost like someone was taking measurements."

Blackwall's neck flushed red.

"Oh, she keeps you young, huh?" Bull laughed.

"Can ya'll not play grab ass in front of Ghilly?" Sera covered his eyes with her palms. The mount held still, seeming to humor her.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure I'm older." Vella laughed. "Dalish calendars don't line up like that, but I've got him beat by at least a summer."

"Wow. Elven genetics, eh?" Bull whistled and gave her a full look up and down. She gave an indulgent twirl in response.

"She's trouble, that one." He laughed to Blackwall.

"Oh, I'm aware." He pinched her side. Ignoring the vague lust that reared at seeing another man fully undress her with his eyes.

Vella gripped Blackwall's arm suddenly. Her eyes flashed with silver, wide and searching.

"What's up, boss?" Iron Bull reached over his shoulder towards his great axe.

Vella held up a hand. Then blinked, a wide smile splitting her face.

She cupped around her mouth and called out. A haunting imitation of a cry of a fox with a small whoop up at the end.

They waited. Then, a responding cry echoed through the trees.

"No way." Blackwall breathed. He had heard that distinctive cry before. An ill omen that his men heeded. The party always eager to move on when it would rise through the hills. "That was..."

"Elfy shit..." Sera grumbled.

Vella only smiled, moving towards the sound with certainty. Walking in a fast clip.

When they rounded the treeline the red sail of an aravel peeked through the canyon. Vella rushed forward, speaking in Elven to the Dalish scout.

Elvhen. Not Elven. Solas' haughty voice echoed in his mind.

He had been supplementing her Elvhen lessons with him, determined to get some fluency. Solas was a much less patient teacher, often sighing out at his pronunciation. And his lessons in history were dour and jaded by his own bias. But he was good at translation. Miserable little man.

He struggled now to follow the quick of their conversation, only getting a hazy outline of it. A clan ahead, it seemed.

Vella thanked him, and urged them forward.

"One of yours?" Bull offered.

"My clan is from the Free Marches. We're far from our... from their territory. Dalish keep distance, but clans always know each other." She sighed the last part. Telling a weary history.

"Yeah, the Qun are like that too." He sighed with his own strife.

They came down a ridge to a low river, an encampment settled on the opposite bank.

The Dalish stood, eyeing them with weapons drawn. But Vella let out that cry again, and their shoulders softened.

"Let me go first." She hushed. They all nodded, not eager to be riddled with arrows.

She crossed the river, a man who must've been their Keeper met her at the bank. A tense conversation unfolded quiet to them. The Keeper gestured at them, and Vella gestured at herself in turn. Her hands soothing in arcs.

After a moment of quiet, the Keeper nodded and Vella waved them forward again.

"Jumpy." Sera chirped with thinly veiled amusement.

"You know damn well why." Blackwall growled. Sera gave a permissive sigh after he burned his gaze onto her.

"Yeah. I get it."

Vella introduced each of them to the Keeper, a small gathering of curious clan members behind him. She stepped forward to press her hand to Blackwall's chest when she got to him. Adding a prefix to him.

"My Arlathan. Blackwall."

He wracked his mind for that one. A city?

It seemed to warm them to him, regardless.

"Why do you get a title?" Sera huffed.

"I don't want to hear it from you, young lady."

He leaned down to Vella.

"Arlathan?"

"Oh! It's technically our original homeland. But it means 'this is a place of love'. Elvhen language is a loose thing." She laughed.

His heart ached at that. He paused her to press his hand to her chest.

"Arlathlan."

She smiled brightly.

"Your pronunciation is getting good."

They spent most of the day helping with small tasks. Sera refused to participate after the first one, electing to sit with the halla in their cool cave. Vella waved her away easily, no harm in her dismissal.

They had just gotten back from gathering some herbs when a voice rose behind them in a reverent gasp.

"Hanal'ghinan."

A young man came to her side, breathing a greeting. His eyes wide on her. He introduced himself as the halla herder. Telling her there was a golden halla (her lathallan... sister?) in a valley nearby.

Vella nodded, assuring him she would find it. He cupped her hands in his, smiling gratefully.

"We're after a halla?" Blackwall offered.

"Wow, your lessons are really sticking, huh?" She teased, eyeing him knowingly.

"Solas might be helping."

"And how's that treating you?" She pulled her armor over her shoulders as she spoke, handing it off to him.

"Well... he's effective."

"Less kisses?"

"Ugh. I prefer your lessons."

She slung only her bow and quiver over her back. Standing in her stays and tights. Kicking her boots off.

"My lady?"

"I need to do this alone." She assured. Tightening her quiver.

He nodded. Solas had told him of of Dalish trials. These small journeys. Proving yourself to a path.

The clan seemed to see this as well. Gathering in a curious circle. The herder offered her a blanket from one of the halla's backs.

"Ghilana." He smiled. Her mount turned his head at his name.

Vella tied it to her waist. Nodding at him.

"To guide." She agreed. Then she set her eyes on the dip of the mountain. "To guide."

She took off in a silent run. Hair whipping behind her as she bobbed and weaved through trees.

The Keeper laughed, watching her go.

"Sunbeam that runs."

Blackwall approached the halla herder. The others seemed wary of him still, but the young man met him with open curiosity.

"Who are you?" Blackwall tried in Elvhen.

The man immediately perked up, smiling wide.

"Irithen!" He gestured to himself. Calling over another young man excitedly. "Loranil!"

"Blackwall." He held a hand to his chest.

"Wall of black..." He nodded.

"Warrior?" Loranil asked, a glitter of excitement in his eyes. Pointing at the sword on his hip.

"Yes. Inquisition." He gestured to the insignia on his shield.

"Join! He would like." Irithen nodded.

"Oh!" Blackwall searched for the word. "Uh... welcome! You. You're welcome."

The keeper came to their side. Glaring down his nose at Blackwall. Speaking Common coldly.

"He is not. A word?"

Loranil hung his head. Following obediently.

"He's just scared for him." Irithen sighed. Appraising Blackwall again. "The hanal'ghinan is your love?"

"She is. I'm very lucky."

"You are." He agreed easily. Watching the horizon for her return.

"I was actually wondering..." He gestured at his leather boots. "Those are traditional, yes? Is there a blueprint I could study?"

"Blue print?"

"A... uh, a design? A map to build with?"

"Oh! No. We learn from an elder. But I have a spare if you want to see them. Make a blue print."

He nodded.

He sat with the boots, turning them, marking measurements and notes in the small journal that he kept her language in. Admiring the craft of them as he did. The leather tough but giving. Sewn with dark sinew in small methodically looped seams.

He would lift his head to ask Irithen questions who was sitting near, still watching him with eager curiosity. Another of the clan joined, Master Taniel, the merchant and craft master. Answering questions with a far more gruff authority.

"Holy shit." Bull rose to feet.

Blackwall's head whipped around.

Vella strode towards them with the golden halla at her side. The little thing was draped in the blanket, seeming shaken but trotting with her.

Vella's front was completely soaked in blood.

Blackwall rushed forward, but she held her hand flat to him. Eyeing the nervous little halla. It stayed at her side.

She was given a wide reverent berth as she re-entered the camp. The small clan hushing to each other. Particularly pointing their mouths, and the blood dripping from hers.

The little golden halla descended happily into the cave. A small cheer from Sera reverberated from within.

The Keeper met Vella solemnly. He raised a hand and pressed it flat to her blood-soaked chest. Then rose it to an aravel. Pressing the print there.

Vella's eyes welled with ichor and a further murmuring rose. The Keeper spoke again.

"Sun that bites wolf. Welcome."

Wildflowers laden in her arms, she held them close to her chest. Cradling the blooms with head bowed.

"I miss you." She whispered to the flowers in Elvhen. To the effigy of each of them. "I miss you so much. I miss home."

The grass waved around her shoulders.

"Can you see me? I can't see you."

Insect song moved through hills.

"I'm sorry I didn't get to bury you. That I didn't get to sing for you then. I tried. They stilled my tongue. They..."

She took a shuddered breath. Rolling the silver piercing into her soft palate. A touchstone of wounds since healed.

"I wish I had known. Known that morning that it was the last time I would be home. Would that have made it harder?"

She smiled as soft tears clouded her vision.

"I would have walked backward. So I could watch it go."

She gave a sorrow swollen laugh.

"Father would've hated that."

A fennec fox chuckled far in the hills.

"My lady?"

She looked up, smiling gently at him. Holding the cradled bundle up.

"I think it's helping. The flowers."

She could see him put context together. His eyes creased in sorrow at the amount she held to her.

"Oh, my love."

He kneeled down with her. Laying a hand on the gathered totem of her loss. The rough wide of his hand surrounded by soft green and purple.

"I don't remember all of their faces anymore. But I know the number. The chantry kept records."

The bitter entered her again. A pain she couldn't move through anymore without the burn of rage.

"I couldn't feel the anger then. I didn't have room for it. It was only numb, then survival. I had to learn to be good. To be civil for them."

"But now I don't know where to put it." She held a palm tight to her chest. "Where do I put my anger? On the chantry? On the mercenaries that killed my family in cold blood? On their Maker?"

"I could put in on them. Men who saw me as gold. As an idol and as coin. But they weren't sorry. What happened to my family was barely noteworthy, a scribble in a margin. And I'm not sorry either. I'm just sorry it had to be me to do it."

Blackwall's gaze burned into her. Feeling her confession building.

"Vella..."

"It wasn't even revenge. I took no satisfaction from it. No joy. I burned them in their chantry, then I found those men. I found all of them. I kept count, like my father taught me. Three nights, it took. Standing in the dark while they slept. One by one. I didn't eat. I barely breathed."

She could still feel the tack of it if she focused. Remember the feeling of sliding it up her arms. Blood as clay.

"It wasn't for justice. Men like that will always have a place. Ready to commit any atrocity if you hand them a heavy enough purse."

Blackwall was very still next to her.

"No, they massacred my family, and it meant nothing to them. It meant nothing. But their blood changed that. I made them feel it. The terror of being the hunted."

Her eyes met his again.

"I was in a cold rapture doing it. Absent from my mind. I wasn't angry. But I am now."

"And now we have to go to a Grand Ball. Full of people who see Halamshiral as nothing more than a name difficult to pronounce. I'm shocked they bother."

"They built their gaudy fucking castle on the ruins of a promise. And I'm supposed to appease them. To play nice. At least they'll openly revile me. There's honestly in that."

She let out an exhausted sigh.

"Gods, I want to stay back. Do you think my inner circle would notice if I ditched?"

He smiled gently, rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

"They might. I'm not going if you don't."

"Shit. We're going to need the muscle. Wait... what if we both-"

He leaned in and kissed her soft.

"I'll be miserable with you, my love. We'll have an awful time."

"Promise?" She whispered, holding his forearm. Looking deep into the steel blue of his eyes.

He spoke in her tongue.

"I swear to you."

He lovingly cupped over the curve of her hip, kissing the perfect dimples on her lower back. Careful to not rest his elbow on the golden wave of her hair as he settled on the hay next to her.

Of course she was already here. Sleeping in his meager bed. In his tunic that swallowed the curves of her. Waiting for him.

Maker, he would never get used to her. Sleeping on her side, high in the barn loft. Like that wasnt an impossible dream. Always finding him.

"Mmm..." She hummed, turning on her back to smile sleepily at him. "What a lovely way to wake."

"I didn't mean to rouse you." He kissed her palm as she reached for him. "Its very late. Go back to sleep, love."

"What if you kissed me instead?" She hushed, twisting to hook her leg around his hip.

"Tempting." He sighed, balancing on a forearm next to her head. Her long legs folded over his lower back. His body a shadow over hers.

"Please, could I get one kiss?" She pouted, looking wide eyed up at him.

"That's cheating." He growled. Her lower lip stuck out slightly, knitting her brows together.

"Evil." He chided. Kissing her lips softly. "Evil woman. Wearing my clothes. Laying in my bed."

She giggled into his kiss. Her lips so soft, exploring him languidly. Cupping the back of his head, sliding her fingers through his hair. Tender as she took him completely apart.

Maker, he was twice her size and utterly helpless to her. Putty in her elegant hands.

His body saught against her, the ridge of his erection pressed against her center. The heat of her pulling a throb from him. He huffed breath as she slowly rocked her hips against his. The wave of friction melted his mind into animal haze. His hips meeting her rhythm with their own will.

He was reaching his breaking point. His body needed to be inside her. To bury into her as deep as he could go. He knew the tight slick of her around his fingers. He had touched himself countless to the thought of it around his cock.

"That's so good." She sighed, her head fallen back. He kissed the curve of her throat, pulling up on her nape to suck gently at the soft skin. Her hips stuttered as a sweet whimper left her.

His body begged for more. Weeks of need coiled in him. But he couldn't. He refused. He didn't deserve to fall into her.

"Please fuck me." She whispered.

He groaned. His body raw and screaming obscenities as he pulled back from her.

"Is it something from before...?" She rose up on elbows. Still breathless, but her eyes saught sweetly from him. "You seem to want me in other ways."

Did she... did she think he didn't want her fully?

"Its..." He struggled. Pressing his palm against his eyes.

"Hey, its okay." She rose up, wrapping her legs around his back again. Pressing warm palms to his chest. "I promise. We don't need to."

His body vehemently disagreed.

"I want to. Maker, I want to. I want you so badly."

"'But'..." She whispered.

He only shook his head.

"Could I...?" She snaked her hand between them. Pressing her palm to his aching cock.

He sucked a breath between teeth. His hand fell from his face to brace next to her hip. Just the pressure of her palm pooled precum in his trousers.

"Yeah?" She hushed, searching his eyes.

He nodded, tightly closing his eyes.

She rose onto knees, pulling his hip to lead him onto his back where she had been. The pelt still warm with her.

She pulled open the ties of his gambeson, pressing her palm to his hard in mind numbing waves. Revealing him one tie at a time.

His mind was puddled with lust. With the unbearable promise of release. Watching her through haze. Hands grasped tightly to the thick of her thighs.

His gambeson fell away, and she lifted the tunic beneath to his clavicle. She sighed to herself at his bare torso. Crossed with scars and dense hair. Staring at him through eyes dark with lust. "I crave this, seeing you under me."

His cock jolted at her words. She smiled, pulling the ties on his trousers. "Do you crave that too?"

He nodded, gasping as the strain of his cock against his smalls was finally relieved. Her warm palm wrapped around the pillar. Pulling a moan from deep in his chest.

Helpless. Completely helpless.

She spat a long trail of saliva down to her hand. The obscenity of it made him dizzy. The head of his cock nearly purple with tight pooled blood.

He knew the gentlemanly thing, the right thing, would be to offer her her own pleasure. To refuse to be given to so selfishly. But he was so swollen with need. The ache inside his body nearly risen to nausea. And the relief she offered was nothing less than divine intervention.

"You've been starving for this, haven't you?" She twisted her hand in a tight pull, and he nearly saw stars. His body shuddered with long withheld pleasure. Her grip so terribly perfect.

"Gods, I'm so wet." She breathed. Watching the rhythm of his need pulling along his body. Waves that she commanded with her hand. "I want to watch you fall apart."

"Vella..." He moaned, looking up at her through strained eyes.

She slowed her torture, but her hand only tightened. His hands dug into the pelt.

"What do you need, baby?" She asked so sweetly. Kissing his lower belly, looking up at him under her lids.

"Your mouth!" He gasped, finally snapping. His guilt and shame dwarfed by the tidal wave of his need. Pulled ever higher as he remembered the piercing in her tongue.

She smiled against his belly. Rising up him, licking a trail up the whole way. The bump of the silver sphere sent a salacious tingle up his spine.

Her tongue drug up his nipple. "Here?" She murmured, lapping in waves against the hard bundle.

He twisted under her, panting. The torment of her sucking his nipple and slow stroking his cock a dual pulse set to unravel him. Nearly giving into it when she nibbled into the sensitive nub.

"Please..."

"Please, what?" She teased, kissing the pleasure raw bundle.

"Please suck my cock!" He hissed.

"Good boy." She purred. Giving his nipple one more soft bite as she descended down his belly. Her ass curled up behind her, trailing deceptively sweet kisses down the dark hair.

"Oh, you're dripping for me." She smiled, thumbing over his slit. His breath forced out in a huff. Her mouth hovered above her finger, breathing hot air on him. Watching the tight twitch with delight.

The teasing was building a force that begged to snap in him. His patience only as strong as the drive of his hips.

"Oh, I love toying with you. But you've been so patient." She sighed, then finally drug her tongue flat up up his cock.

His belly clenched as his hips fought hard to push forward. Taking all of his will to keep from thrusting into her. The piercing adding a new sensation that made him feel mad. Gasping out.

"Oh, there we go." She smiled. Sucking the tip as her tongue flicked against his slit.

"Fuck!" He cried. Fisting the pelt.

"I want to see your thighs tremble." She laughed, eyeing the writhe of his hips. Descending back to suck his tip again. Her hand pulling tight strokes beneath her mouth.

It was mind melting. His eyes rolled up into his head. Breathing through a pleasure tight throat. Pulling at the pelt in a white knuckled fist.

Her mouth slowly descended, dripping saliva down to her hand. Taking him easily to the back of her throat.

He rose up on elbows, staring down at her in shock. Then fell back again sharply as she started to bob her head. Sucking hard and wet, moaning into him. Her mouth and hand working earth shattering pleasure from him. Obscene in her sloppy enthusiasm.

She moaned affirmation, staring at his thigh. Gripping the trembling limb around his hip. Using it as leverage to yank him further into her mouth. The tight of her throat gripping the head of his cock.

"Maker!" He cried, his chest risen into a curl. Teetering over the abyss. His orgasm clenching tighter and tighter in his pelvis. Well past the point of no return. Hips fucking up into her beyond his control.

Her hand left his thigh to trail up to his chest. Head bobbing faster and faster. Her fingers pinched and rolled his nipple.

He was shoved over.

He held a pillow to his face as he shouted out his end. Spurting wave after wave down her throat. Pleasure striking him merciless, impaling arrows through his pelvis. One after another after another.

She swallowed happily, cupping his balls. Massaging them in tight circles. His body twisted, his legs tight around her shoulders. Trying to escape his own pleasure.

She laughed around him, only massaging slower. Deliberate in her torment.

He finally fell boneless against the pelt. His limbs thrown wide. Emptied in all ways.

She leaned back, rising slow up his length. Giving a little cheeky pop of her lips as she released him. Blowing cool air with pursed lips on his cock. Giggling at the twitch.

"Feel better?" She teased, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Patting his hip affably, smiling wickedly at the jolt of muscle.

"I..." He tried for words, but was a soup of a man. Still straining his breath to return. Eyes glazed and rolling in sockets.

"Hmm?" She hummed, doing up his trousers. Tucking him so sweetly back into his clothes. "Sorry I didn't catch that."

"You're..." He glared at her. Trying to rise on elbows, but his arms gave. Loose as rubber.

"Mm-hmm?" She encouraged, sliding up his body again. Her chin propped on her hand above him. Trailing fingers ever so light up and down his chest. Straddled with a curved leg over his hip. "I'd love some constructive feedback."

He pulled on her thigh, squeezing the fat between his fingers. "You know how good that was." He growled after a few regaining breaths.

"Oh, I know. Your body told me loud and clear." She smiled. "I'd love to hear it in your own words, though."

"Perfect." He sighed, trailing the back of his fingers over her still tender lips. "Everything. It was everything. You're everything. I love you so terribly. You're all I've ever wanted."

"Oh..." Her eyes started to well with ichor. "Wait. Go back to being grumpy."

"I love you so much. I dream about you. About us. About making you breakfast. About us in a simple kind of joy. Quiet. Sitting doing nothing. Still."

A tear slow rolled down her cheek. Taking a few shaky breaths.

"Where are we, in your dream?"

He smiled loose at her, pulling her chin to kiss her soft.

"On the road. We're traveling. Deep in the forest next to a river. We spend the night curled together in a small tent, sometimes I fish during the day."

Her head settled on his chest.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know yet, I wake up before we arrive. But we keep to small winding trails. You're singing, always singing."

He hesitates to say the other part of the dream, but offers it up anyway.

"You're with child. Only along a few weeks."

She freezes. Her body stiff against his.

That's what he feared.

"Blackwall..." She rose back onto an elbow.

"No, no. I'm sorry." He offered quickly. Cupping her face tenderly. "Forget I said that."

She cupped over his hand. Closing her eyes.

"It's just..." She sighed. "With my bloodline..."

"I understand." He pulled her down to kiss again. "I'm sorry, my love."

"Thank you. Do you think..." The vulnerable of her voice made his heart ache. "Oh Gods, now I understand." She sniffled.

"Hmm?" He looked deep in her eyes.

"My parents. Why they tried with me. Why they tried to beat the odds."

He smiled gently, pulling her hand up to kiss the tips of her fingers.

"Do you think we could?" She whispered.

"Probably not. Given the shit luck we've got."

She laughed, her voice wet with sorrow. Leaning down to kiss him again.

"But there's no one I'd rather try with more." He whispered against her lips.

"The dress is in!" Josie chirped, carrying a black silky cover over her arm.

Vella tried to make the reports on her desk matter. Sitting on the cool wood, staring down accusation at them. The heel of her hand pressed to her mouth, elbow propped on her knee.

"Oh, you're going to rattle them in this." She hung it inside her wardrobe.

"Ugh..." Vella thumped her head against the desk. "I'm Dalish, don't make me go. I'm going to want to kill everyone there."

"Everyone does, my dear. You'll do brilliantly, I know it. Oh, and Harritt finished this." Josie slid a gilded cigarette case on the corner of the desk.

"You're sure about this?" Josie tapped her fingers on the case.

Vella nodded, rising back onto elbows. "We'll need the advantage."

Josie stacked the reports neatly onto a chair, then hopped up on the desk with her. Sliding a plate of food to the fold of her legs and sat two small bottles of mead between them. "You've been brooding all day. Eat."

Vella sighed, the rumble in her belly agreed. Picking up the pasty to take a full bite. Her eyes rolling at the creamy gravy and spiced meat.

"Good girl." Josie patted her knee. "Something troubling you? Well, besides the obvious."

Vella gestured towards the direction of the stables around her mouthful.

"Ah, I thought so." Josie smiled. Picking up a fried green bean to pop in her mouth from the plate. "Go on, then." She urged beyond the cup of her hand.

Vella rolled her eyes emphatically, raising a finger, and Josie nodded. Vella practically bursting when she swallowed.

"He said, well insinuated, that he wants to have a baby."

"Oh!" Josie startled, then gave a thoughtful glance down. "Actually, that makes sense."

"But he won't lay with me!" Vella waved her hands.

"Oh...! Wow, that's much more surprising."

Vella took another bite, pointing at Josie. Nodding vigorously.

"And has he said why...?" She led.

Vella shook her head, rising her palm up in an anxious flick.

"Hmm... that is frustrating. And contradictory."

"He's keeping something from me." Vella took a swig of mead.

"Well, the man is as secretive as he is gruff. But I'm surprised he's keeping it from you. It must be... oh, it might be bad..."

"How bad?" Vella moaned, leaning her head into her hands.

"Hey, come on." Josie rubbed her shoulder. "He's a good man. You wouldn't have fallen for him if he wasn't. Your standards are too high."

Vella laughed.

"I'm still stuck on the baby thing." Josie offered sheepishly.

"Right?" Vella huffed. "How can you insinuate, very earnestly, I might add, that you want that when you refuse to bed me? Well... everything but bedding me."

"Everything...?" Josie arched a brow.

Vella waved her hand in a so-so motion.

"A puzzle, that one." Josie sighed. "Do you...? Y'know, want...?"

"What I want isn't even a factor in it. I can't... not in good faith. Not with this curse."

"But do you?" Josie offered softly.

"I... I honestly don't know. Maybe? I think with him..." She curled her folded legs up to her chest. "Maybe it could be nice." She picked at a seam on her knee. "Or miserable. One of each?"

Josie smiled. "I think you'd look lovely with child. And make a better mother."

Vella shuddered at the word. "Ugh! Don't bring that dark magic in this room. Not in my time of need."

Josie laughed brightly. "Either way, I think you'll both go far. The love between you is so soft and full. It's become a bright point for us all."

"And!..." She gestured toward the wardrobe. "You have a beautiful dress to spin in. Really drop his jaw for a night. That man is made of stone, but I doubt he'll be able to resist after seeing you in that."

"Mmm..." Vella pointed at her. "Subterfuge... I see."

"You'll be scheming all night. What's a little more!" She smiled mischievous as she hopped off the desk with her bottle of mead. Diving back to snatch another green bean. Vella slapped playfully at her hand.

"Let me know if you want to try on the dress, I'd love to see a twirl. And Vella..."

She turned to her, ponting with the hand that held her mead.

"Stop throwing knives in here. Think of the upholstery!"

Vella chucked a cushion at her. Josie laughed as she scampered down the stairs. Dodging another cushion with a delighted squeal as she ran out the door.

Vella laughed breathlessly. Trailing over to her practice knives. Lifting one in her fingers.

"Celene's Grand Ball..." She sighed. Walking downstairs to the drafty balcony, snapping the blade into a beam.

"Well, we'll be crashing, won't we?" She smiled at two ravens that sat preening each other. Appraising her with knowing dark eyes.

Next Chapter

#give that sad man tornado head 😤#ohhh the fallout is going to hurt so bad #im so excited to write it #blackwall x inquisitor #lavellan x blackwall #blackwall smut #dragon age smut #dragon age fic #lyrics from: moments silence - hozier

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myrequestblog · 2 years ago

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Request Rules and My Favorite Characters

I can do other characters, but if you don’t specify which characters you want I will choose from these

Undertale AUs:

Classic

Swap

Fell

Nightmare

Dream

Ink

Error

Geno

Reaper

Fresh

Paperjam

Fellswap

Swapfell

Horror

Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine)

Grillby AUs

Gaster AUs

Flowey AUs

FNaF DCA:

Sun

Moon

Eclipse

Bloodmoon

City of Blank:

Jericho

Claude (I will only write gay headcannons for him. Sorry notsorry)

Rex

Black Butler:

(I refuse to do Ciel or Alois, unless the reader is of similar age)

Sebastian

Grell

Undertaker

Jujutsu Kaisen:

Gojo

Yuji

Maki

Geto

Mahito (He’s an jack@$$ and I hate what he did but he’s hot)

Sukuna

Toji

That one white and blue curse that almost killed Yuji, and that I’ve decided to call ‘Akuma’ (Mostly platonic and/or pet-owner type relationships (Keyword ‘mostly’))

Hunter X Hunter:

I refuse to do Gon or Killua, unless the reader is of similar age

Hisoka

Illumi

Chrollo

Demon Slayer:

(I refuse to do any minors x reader, unless the reader is of similar age)

Kagaya (Platonic/parental only)

Giyu

Shinobu

Rengoku

Mitsuri and Obanai (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Muchiro (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

Uzui

Muzan

Rui (Parental/fraternal/platonic only)

All upper ranks aside from 4 and 5

Enmu

Sabito

Senjuro

Dummy’s Dummy:

Paris

The Lalah twins

Polakov (We’ve been conditioned to hate him and have no major reason to actually dislike him)

Ivan

The Toy Soldier

Creepypasta:

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Jeff the Killer

Jane the Killer

Eyeless Jack

Laughing Jack (Mainly gay headcannons for him)

Candypop

Ticci Toby

Masky and Hoodie (All headcannons with these two are gonna be poly)

Jason the Toymaker

Ben Drowned

Lost Silver

Zalgo

Evil

John Doe:

John Doe

House Hunted:

Maison

Yandere Simulator:

Yan-Chan

Rivals

Senpai

Gaster Gang:

Wingdings

Swap

Fell

Stars

Blindy

Swapfell

The void anomalies (Pet-owner relationships only)

Welcome Home Wally AUs:

Wally Darling

Reboot Wally

Lovesick Wally

Watcher Wally

Rainbow Factory Wally

Opposite Wally

Other Wally AUs

Sally Face:

Sal/Sally Face

Larry

Ash

Trevor

Fran Bow:

Only platonic relationships

Fran Bow

Mr Midknight

Itward

Deltarune:

Kris

Ralsei

Suzie and Noelle (Only lesbian poly for them, sorry)

Ralsei

Jevil

The Amulet Series:

Trellis

Emily

Gabilan

Max

Misket

Riva

Leon

SCP:

(Too many to say, but to start with-)

The indestructible lizard

The plague doctor

SCP-914 "The Bettering Machine"

The shy guy

"God"

Deal with the devil

A LOT more

Hazbin Hotel:

Charlie and Vaggie (Only romantic options for them is lesbian poly)

Alastor (Platonic, parental, friendship only. I’m sticking with the cannon that he is AroAce. Sorry 😅)

Angel and Husk (Gay poly is the only romantic options here. If u don’t like it, just keep it to yourself.)

Vox

Valentinto (He’s the worst person in existence but he’s damn sexy (unfortunately). We can all agree on that. I won’t make my bias against him known in the requests, I promise.)

Velvette

Lucifer

Adam (Because some people like him🤷 )

Rosie

Lute

Lilith (Or my rendition of her)

Carmilla

Zestial (Or my rendition of him)

Sera

If you have headcanons to ask for but don’t have anything specific in mind, use some emojis:

🥰 Fluff

🥀 Angst

🔞 Smut (Smut will be kept private unless the asker wishes to share)

😎 Chaos

🤩 Reader has powers/magic

🥳 Birthday Ask

🤕 Injured Reader

🤒 Sick Reader

🙅 Platonic

🫀 Yandere

🪢 Soulmate AU

🏳️‍🌈 LGBTQ

🐣 Reader is a Child

😺 animal or animal-related reader

👾 IRL reader

⚙ Using SCP-914

❤️/🧡/💛/💚/💙/💜/🖤/🤍 Reader Has a Specific Soul Color

�� Undertale

🌓 DCA

👤 City of Blank

🤵‍♂️ Black Butler

👻Jujutsu Kaisen

🍀 Hunter X Hunter

��️ Demon Slayer

🪡 Dummy’s Dummy

🔪 Creepypasta

👁️ John Doe

🏚️ House Hunted

💘 Yandere Simulator

🕳️ Gaster Gang

🎨 Welcome Home Wally AUs

🎭 Sally Face

👧 Fran Bow

⚜️ Deltarune

📿 Amulet

❓ SCP

😈 Hazbin Hotel

👹 Homicypher

🪄 Harry Potter

🧙‍♀️ Wicked

(Example: 🐣+😎+👤 would be ‘Young reader causing chaos in the City of Blank’)

✅✅✅:

Fluff

Suggestive ideas or themes

Platonic Child X Parental figure

OC X Character

Fandom Crossovers

Yanderes

Character X Pregnant!Reader

Homosexuality

Heterosexuality

Polyamory

Depression

Anxiety

Mental Illnesses

Black Lives Matter

Any and all religious beliefs are welcome, however I know very little about most religions, so please be gentle with me

Death

Dealing with death

Pain (physical or emotional)

Injuries

Traumatic accidents or happenings

Bad parenting

Memes

Vines

Puns

Commented ideas

Suggestive

Having characters avoid their cannon death

Nicknames for characters

Furry-related content

Trans reader

Gay reader

Lesbian reader

Bi reader

Pan reader

LGBTQ readers welcome

Readers and characters with different nationalities

Readers and characters with different skin tones

Readers and characters who speak other languages

Readers and characters who are different species

Readers and characters with disabilities

Readers and characters with autism

Readers and characters with mental abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical abnormalities

Readers and characters with physical ailments

Readers and characters with varying levels of intelligence

Readers and characters with trauma

Readers and characters with conditions like vitiligo

Readers and characters who need things like a cane, a wheelchair, or limb braces

Young reader

Pyrotechnics ❤️‍🔥

Fandom crossovers (Highly encouraged for SCP ideas)

Age regression

Settings in different countries and continents

Truth or dare

❌❌❌:

Pedophillia

Necrophillia (Unless the person who is ‘dead’ becomes ‘the walking dead and can give permission’)

Power plays (unless sexual and with permission from the partner)

Sexual assault or r@p3

Homophobia

Transphobia

(What’s another phobia- we don’t like spiders either. Spiders are ugly)

Rac*sm

Abuse of any kind, unless part of and/or needed for a backstory or something

Politics

Hate crimes

Alcoholism

Drugs

Human trafficking

Child abuse

Underage drinking

Death of major characters

Death of comfort characters

Slurs

Smut (Suggestive stuff is a yes but a no on smut. Sorry peeps)

This account is SPECIFICALLY for requests.

ALL OF THIS IS COMPLETELY FREE!

Most of these will be in headcannon form or incorrect quotes but feel free to ask for something different!

I often update this post so remember to check every once and awhile.

If you have questions or concerns, let me know!

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vroooom2 · 1 year ago

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Thank you Brian, we're glad you chose quality over quantity. Our global network is the most reliable and successful community ever. We're simply the best, and we are not sorry for it.

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🗨️May be an unpopular take, but I think the main risk of ML is not that it's good at what it does. It's actually very bad, worse than humans by far at what it does. But because people collectively believe it is good at stuff, people are focusing so much on "the singularity" or "it replacing [x job]" the real risk continues unhindered. This is a good example of the true goal of ML: introduce bias and inefficiency in areas where inefficiency is desirable to capitalism.

🗨️If you're a young person following this OpenAI nonsense, here's the major takeaway: these people aren't smarter than you. They aren't more talented. They don't make better decisions. You can do this too, and better, and you should. Go do something big.

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ourdawncomes · 4 years ago

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Ship Bias + Thora!

SHIP BIAS | not accepting

Thora x Thom. I’m going to be honest, my motivation for Thora (who was my first Inquisitor) romancing Blackwall initially boiled down to “he calls her ‘my lady’ and she’s into that.” Their arcs ended up aligning near perfectly, with both of them deciding to commit to be better people independently rather than one changing the other, and then both of them supporting that commitment in one another. There are also some other interesting canon divergences I like to imagine like Thora not taking Thom back right away after his pardon, there being some awkward days in between. There’s more but I don’t want to ramble.

Thora x Josephine. What I like most about Josie/Thora is that it wouldn’t go at all like in-game, which isn’t to say I dislike Josie’s romance (I love it tbh) but Thora simply doesn’t have the self-worth to consider hitting on this rich girl until like... maybe Temple of Mythal, potentially not until after the game. Class definitely divides them, like Josie and Thora both disdain violence, but only Josie had the means to choose differently. I just think it’d be a nice slow burn with two women who share morals and are also very pretty.

Thora x Harding. Big-city girl romances country girl vibes. Like Harding is in-game, it’d be a slowburn. I’m hoping to get to write/plot more with these two one day as I have a ship with Joly’s Harding, but they have a very sweet/grounding relationship in the midst of the storm that is Inquisition. And that Harding is one of two women Leliana seems to have chosen for her replacements I think means Harding has the biggest role to play in DA4 of Thora’s romances.

Thora x Cassandra. I’m not quite sure how it’d shake out, but they’re both very faithful women with a strong sense of right and wrong, although that sense sometimes leads them to different ends. I haven’t actually played through her romance so I can’t talk much about it tbh, but I think they could be neat depending on how it went???

Thora x Varric. I can never quite tell if they’d work as a couple or not, but I do like the irony of Thora not wanting to marry up in the nebulous Surface dwarf caste system and then ending up marrying up. Varric frustrates Thora in canon a lot, his feelings about dwarves are about as frustrating to her as Sera’s might be to a Lavellan, even if he is less abrasive. But given the potential for a long and potentially rocky history with Varric (even if she only knows him at a distance in Kirkwall) it could make for a neat ship.

#( ooc )#nxthero #( asks )

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hyuniejinie · 4 years ago

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Bias Tag Game

I got tagged by the amazing Kris ( @squishy-woozi ) to do this. Thank you ❤️

rules: list 9 of your biases - and let your mutuals decide if you have a type!

1.) Youngjae (B.A.P)

2.) Minhyuk (Noir)

3.) Woohyun (Infinite)

4.) Kihyun (Monsta X)

5.) Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

6.) Woozi (Seventeen)

7.) Youngjae (Got7)

8.) E-tion (ONF)

9.) Moonbin (Astro)

I tag: @princeyoungjaes @sera-chyeah @jjsungie @goldenkookiebites but feel free to not do it if you don‘t want to!

#tag games #my type apparently are ppl named youngjae or yoo 🤣#vocalists apparently is my type #tho there are some more rappers that aren‘t included here ^^‘

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 5 years ago

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R-O-S-E (for the ask game)

R: best book to film adaptation, in your opinion?

There have been quite a few I enjoy, but I’m going to cheat on this one and say Good Omens.

It’s one of my favorite books of all time, with a screenplay written by the author and a cast to die for. I love it!

O: tell us about your favourite AU for one of your ships

Oh God! I have so many AUs...

Okay, one that always makes me happy is a Philadephia Story AU with Sigyn as Tracy Lord, Loki as C.K. Dexter Haven, Doctor Strange as Mucaulay Connor, and Theoric as Kittredge.

Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn’t kill to see Loki deliver this line.

S: which ship do you have an infinite amount of songs for?

I’m bias. All my ships are OC ships. Here are some examples.

Why Am I So Romantic: Hawkeye Pierce x Elizabeth “Doc” O’Neil

New Rules: Loki x Sigyn (they’ve got some stuff to work out)

Jumpstarted: Gabriel Ramirez x Juliet Holden

Intersteller : Bodhi Rook x Sera Darros

Death : Poe Dameron x Lana Solo

Boring: Isabelle Crowley x Peter Walsh

E: a character you think you’re the most like?

Annie Edison from Community

High strung, directionless and trying her best. That about describes where I am right now.

Spell Your Name in My Asks, Fandom Edition

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baptookmyseoul · 6 years ago

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Hello kiddos! So I was tagged by @sera-chyeah to do the bias thing. Obviously not all my biases (because I have a heart full of love), but here are a few!

1) Jongup (B.A.P)

2) Youngjae (B.A.P)

3) Daehyun (B.A.P)

4) Vernon (Seventeen)

5) Bobby (iKon)

6) Wonpil (Day6)

7) Lucas (NCT)

8) Minhyuk (Monsta X)

So I tag anybody who wants to do this! If y’all do it, tag me so I can see it. I am curious to see if I have a type, and if anybody else has one.

#tagged #bap #ikon #day6 #nct #monsta x #seventeen #i hope to see some of y'all doing this #if not it's cool #i had fun doing it though

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jookyun · 6 years ago

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kpop + music tags!

my dumb partner jo @joheoonie tagged me! thank you bb!

music shuffle tag!

rules: put all of your phone’s music library – no playlists! – on shuffle. list the first ten songs that play. bold the song(s) that lift your mood and italicise the song(s) that makes you the most emotional. then tag ten people!

1. Lucky One- EXO 2. Kingdom Come- Red Velvet 3. Mamma Mia- SF9 4. Lonely- SISTAR 5. Gashina- Sunmi 6. Kingdom- B.A.P 7. I’ll Be Your Man- BtoB 8. The Eve- EXO 9. Special- Monsta X 10. Ready or Not- Monsta X

kpop tag!

rules: answer the questions!!

1) 5 favorite groups? Monsta X, B.A.P, VIXX, Winner, Victon

2) top 5 on your bias list? evil question Changkyun, Yongguk, Leo, Mino, Sejun

3) ult bias group and why you love them? Monsta X and wow.. I love them a whole damn lot. They’ve just always been there for me, even if they don’t know it, and they’re so caring towards their fans. They work so damn hard for us, and continuously improve their skills. They’re just so talented, but still so humble and sweet, it’s amazing. They’re also so funny and never fail to make me laugh. I always go back and watch their variety shows if I’m sad and need to distract myself. They’re the best.

4) ult bias and why you love them?

Im Changkyun is my ultimate bias and he’s an absolute weirdo. but i love him for it. He’s so attentive and just wants to be loved. He’s so talented and works so hard to improve his rap. He’s also the definition of duality (along with jooheon). like one second he’s this charismatic rapper “i love it when she groove on me” and then he’s an actual baby. he’s also really quiet and brooding sometimes and just needs to be protected. I love my kyunpuppy.

5) favorite kpop meme the dinosaur pole dancing to House of Cards OR Dae’s “who am I?”

6) favorite pic of your ult? (I dare you to only pick one) i love this ic cause his neck it’s technically the start of his journey with Monsta X as it’s a No mercy picture and it’s a really great picture

7) 10 favorite kpop mvs 1. Honeymoon- B.A.P

2. Shangri- La- VIXX

3. Shine Forever- Monsta X

4. Island- WINNER

5. Starry Night- Mamamoo

6. Scentist- VIXX

7. Shine- Pentagon

8. Fantasy- VIXX

9. That’s My Jam- B.A.P

10. Fire- BTS

8) 10 favorite kpop songs? (not in order)

1. house of cards- bts

2. love me do- vixx

3. diamond 4 ya- b.a.p

4. blind- monsta x

5. island- winner

6. all in- monsta x

7. honeymoon- b.a.p

8. trigger- vixx

9. all i do- monsta x

10. the closer- vixx

9) favorite kpop crack video? i agree with jo here.. youtube user is it a meme yet is a fav!!

10) favorite content creator within the fandom? oh shoot um.. for vixx it’s @hakyunie and there are too many good mx/bap ones

11) what fandoms would you say you’re an active member of? all of the groups I stan

12) take your top 3 biases- fmk or kiss marry kill

changkyun: kill this is bs how could i kill changkyun

yongguk: kiss

leo: marry

13) if you could be best friends with any idol, who would you choose? hakyeon lmaooo or ken. that would be such a fun frienship

14) If you could date any idol, who? jooheon. i feel like we could be really compatible and a fun couple!

15) what’s one kpop album you think everyone should have listened to?

NOIR BY B.A.P DEAR GOD THAT’S THE BEST ALBUM I’VE EVER HEARD

16) are you a soft or a hard stan?

soft until 9 pm.. I don’t make any promises after that

17) an idol that makes you go into soft mode?

taekwoon

18) an idol that makes you want to smash the empire state building with one single punch?

daehyun

19) favorite vocalist? kihyun, daehyun, and ken are my top

20) favorite rapper

lee fucking jooheon

21) Favorite dancer? jongup? or ravi?

22) Things you have in common with your ult?

oh dear god um.. we both have a weird sense of humor, really attentive, knows when the people around us aren’t ok.

23) The most beautiful trait any idol can have?

dimples and a genuine smile

24) Songs that will always make you jam along? that’s my jam, dramarama, future, and a lot more I can’t think of rn

25) Your worst wrecker? negl Jung fucking Daehyun messes me up on the daily.

26) Any kpop concerts you’ve been to? Monsta X when they came here last year BUT I NEED TO SEE BAPVIXX IN CONCERT PLEASE CONCERT GODS MAKE IT HAPPEN

27) Favorite choreo? Fighter? or Stuck? I love those two.

28) Favorite live performance?

There’s this one really amazing Stuck live where the MR removed is literally so damn good. It sounds the EXACT same.

29) Favorite debut mv?

sf9 had a really strong debut with Fanfare.

30) Recommend a rookie group

victon even though they aren’t technically a rookie anymore

31.) A kpop song you could listen to every day for the rest of your life?

Body- Mino

I’m gonna tag @wonheoney @wonhosflower @2chainbebe @shineekeylover @taesthetic25 @spicedvanillachae @happy-daes @sera-chyeah always optional!

#this was so long askkdfjkldjfl a #tag games

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Edvard's Supernatural Guide: 1x03 Dead in the Water

An updated version of this analysis is available on my new blog here

This week I'll be discussing Lake Manitoc as a metaphor, trauma, and Dean's knack with children. 1x03 Dead in the Water is the first episode not written by Kripke or directed by Nutter, and it would have been a better second episode than the relatively weak and predictable 1x02 Wendigo. The writers for this episode are Sera Gamble (she who loves soap opera drama, Sam, and single mums with troubled kids) and her writing partner Raelle Tucker (the better writer of the two, and apparently more of a Dean fan than Sera), and they do a solid but not perfect job with the script.

Supernatural was also one of director Kim Manners’ last big projects before his untimely death from cancer in 2009. His body of work includes a handful of Star Trek episodes and a lot of The X-Files. Nobody at this point should be surprised by comparisons between Supernatural and The X-Files (nor with Buffy/Angel, for that matter, a show Supernatural was commissioned to replace on the WB network). A lot of the similarities come from Kim Manners linking the two, working as he did as both director and executive producer, His directing style evokes an older age of genre television shows, with the early shot through the leaves at the young girl swimming in the lake invoking the sense of something lurking, waiting and watching for its moment in a very 1990s way that pleases me greatly.

This episode also marks the beginning of Jensen’s tutelage under Kim Manners, a relationship largely responsible for Jensen eventually taking up Kim’s mantle and directing a handful of Supernatural episodes later in the series. An effect of Kim’s tutelage is also Jensen’s self-confessed habit of trying to see his own performances as a director would.

Speaking of Jensen, this episode is also the one where he stated he began to get a real grip on Dean’s character. In her review of this episode, Paula R. Stiles discusses the parallels between Jensen’s own well-documented shyness (entirely at odds with people’s expectations of such a confident, talented man) and the revelation of Dean’s own childhood trauma and connections with Lucas. Funnily enough, this is also the episode where I truly begin to see the Dean I know as Jensen takes him away from Kripke’s womanising dude-bro sidekick into what I (completely without bias, of course) see as the true driving force behind the show’s success.

But first, I discussed the location in 1x02 Wendigo being a weird choice to have a wendigo, wendigo being by the show’s own admission native to Minnesota and North Michigan (wendigo are Yoopies), and here we have an episode taking place in Wisconsin, literally on the other side of the river from Minnesota to the west and sharing a border with Upper Michigan to the northeast. This is wendigo country, so why could 1x02 not have been set here? That was a silly choice, Kripke.

That aside, the location of this episode provides a nice continuation of the elements theme that has been building up over the previous episodes: fire played a prominent role in 1x01, and earth or the forest in 1x02, with the water in 1x03 being the third of the four elements (see 1x04 for air). The symbology of things hiding beneath the surface ready to drag people down to their deaths is more relevant and useful symbology, however, whether or not it was intentional. People are being dragged to their deaths by things their fathers and grandfathers buried in the lake and kept hidden, like generational trauma. This is interesting symbology as a one shot (and once more referring to Paula R. Stiles, has Lovecraftian flavours to it) but when applied to the boys – Dean in particular, who is this episode’s POV character – it’s a stark statement on things hiding in the depths of his mind that he tries to keep hidden.

Not for the last time, but since the show makes little secret of its Stephen King connections (2x09 being a particularly obvious example) I’m reminded of The Overlook Hotel in The Shining, a symbolic manifestation of the Jack Torrence’s mind and the memories of his drunk and abusive father haunting him. The demons, of course – as in the best of King’s work – are metaphorical ones. I rarely lose sleep because of werewolves or spider-demons from the primordial abyss, but mental health problems are another story altogether… I posit, dear reader, that Lake Manitoc serves as a representation of the families’ minds and the things they can’t face or deal with openly. It is also a reflection of Dean’s mind, make explicit by his association and empathy with Lucas: the episode is overtly about Dean and Sam stopping the ghost killing people, but it's covertly about Dean beginning to face his own issues and perhaps rescue a part of his inner child that would otherwise be dragged down and drowned by monsters.

Dean’s admission to Lucas in this episode that he experienced selective mutism after his mum died is one of the first big moments marking a change in how he’s portrayed and how the audience should perceive him. The new perspective on him in this episode isn’t in conflict with the other parts of his personality, but add a lot of depth. In her review of this episode, Paula R Stiles discusses at length how Dean’s confident, witty, sexualised personality could be a result of him learning how to hide his trauma as a child and keep others from getting too close, essentially a coping mechanism. Hiding underneath the surface of Jock!Dean (not Scottish!Dean) is the traumatised child waiting to drag him down and drown him.

This is not something he is oblivious to. It seems to be just me and Paula R Stiles up here on the Dean Is Intelligent hill, but his knack with children is partially due to his own awareness of his tribulations as a child. The prologue of 1x01 showed us that Dean didn’t actually see Mary burn up on the ceiling, but if we take his statement less literally it’s not much less horrific to know he saw his house burn with his mother inside when he was four years old. He’s very much in touch with the part of himself wounded by that experience, even if he almost never feels able to share it with anybody because a) John didn’t care and b) he doesn’t really trust Sam with it.

That he talks so freely about it with Lucas might seem contrary to this, but it’s trauma-bonding to form a rapport and a link of some kind with Lucas by sharing a relatable experience with hi,. In doing so, Dean lets Lucas know he doesn’t have to go through it all alone (as Dean did), but does not put any pressure on him to do or say anything he doesn’t want to do. An effective trick, if ‛trick’ is even the correct word, as Lucas is shown to trust Dean and even look for comfort in him by a) drawing him a picture of the house and b) grabbing Dean’s arm and wanting comfort from Dean rather than his mum or the sheriff when finding out Bill Carlton’s death on the lake.

This is in complete contrast to Sam’s claim at the beginning of the episode that Dean doesn’t like children. From a production perspective, it’s likely the writers didn’t have a complete idea of who Dean was or what they wanted to do with him this early in the show, but from the characters’ perspective it suggests Sam doesn’t know Dean very well at all.

The comment in question was in reference to Dean’s supposed attempt to engage in coitus with Andrea by saying ‛kids are the best’. Whether or not this is what he was actually doing (it would be incredibly insensitive and single-minded to try to pick up a newly-widowed mum like that) is debatable, but I come down on the side of not. As will be made abundantly clear in subsequent episodes such as 1x11 Scarecrow, Dean is all kinds of socially inept (that tends to happen when you grow up with no friends) and his line here seemed more like a feeble attempt to begin a dialogue with Andrea about something she clearly cared about and that they could bond over. After all, Dean did raise Sam mostly by himself. Even Sam himself admits to Andrea that Dean isn't giving her ‛the Jerry MacGuire act’ by being nice to Lucas.

Andrea’s smackdown of Dean after he says ‛kids are the best’ therefore doesn’t give me the chuckles. I understand from her perspective he looks like what the Americans call a horndog, but it was unnecessary. I was happy to see Amy Acker in the show, even though it was only for one episode, and I didn’t dislike her character, but Andrea was a bit bland. I expect the choice of actress was likely to try to draw in fans of Angel which finished only about 16 months before Supernatural began, and this is far from the last time a Buffyverse actor will make an appearance on the show.

Speaking of the episode’s one-shot characters, it was far too obvious that the sheriff was hiding something. Paula R. Stiles’ review of the episode discusses his skepticism being a tad too exaggerated in this episode (and reminds me of Leoben in 1x02), especially for a policeman: in her experience, emergency service workers etc tend to be a little more open to weird explanations because of all the weird and traumatic stuff they see. The end result is the sheriff is obviously guilty of something, especially when effectively running the boys out of town. This is a mistake repeated in 1x11 Scarecrow when the police run Dean out of the little town in Indiana.

The plot of the episode revolves around the sheriff and the secrets he’s hiding, secrets which gets his family killed. It also brings to mind generational trauma, or just trauma and loss, grief and guilt that last a lifetime (both in the residents and Dean). There is also little justice in this episode, and no satisfying conclusion. Certainly the men guilty of killing the boy die, and their punishment is commensurate with the seriousness of their crime, but is it justice for an adult to pay penance for crimes committed as a stupid child? And there is no justice whatsoever in their children and grandchildren being killed to punish them. In addition, the viewer does not know what happened to the ghost after killing the sheriff. Did it disappear, or was it still there after the lake was drained?

This is not the best episode of the show, but it is definitely atmospheric and leaves the viewer with questions. Sam was largely absent in 1x03, not the best idea if we’re supposed to identify with him and follow things from his perspective. However, it takes a huge step forwards in its portrayal of Dean in particular; if he were portrayed as the horny 18 year old in a 26 year old’s body for longer than two episodes, it’d be harder to get behind him, physical beauty notwithstanding.

Aside from his affinity for children (and children’s affinity for him), the other thing that stood out to me in this episode was Dean’s association with Mary, and I’ll have MUCH more to say on his association with Mary in later episodes. This first contribution from Kim Manners was a welcome episode, focusing on Dean and adding depth to him. Unlike last week, I’m not in a rush to leave this installment, but 1x04 Phantom Traveler introduces an important bit of lore into the Supernatural universe in another episode reminiscent of The X-Files.

#SPN Rewatch #spn 1x03 #Supernatural #Dean WInchester #Sam Winchester #the overlook hotel #symbology #metaphors #edvard's supernatural guide

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