#but I'm just angry and sadly

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

It is funny to me how Harry Potter is literally the main character, yet people tend to go like he didn't suffer that much or he wasn't "abused"; Like, how can one misunderstand the literal main character of the damn franchise?

He wasn't abused; yes okay. He absolutely did not grow up inside a cupboard; the tiny place that is mostly reserved for brooms or cleaning supply. He absolutely was not treated inferior to the other child who lived in the same house. He was totally was not treated like a "freak" or a "stain" that his family was ashamed off. He grew up inside a cupboard while there was a literal unused bed in the same house. And you want to know what that screamed to a child, a baby — who slept inside a cupboard while there being a perfectly usable room right there? You are worth nothing and we don't love you and we are ashamed of what you are.

He wasn't starved, or at least he was fed; Yeah, no. We see it from the first book. How Vernon was no food for you and in the cupboard you go — and by the looks of it, that was like his most common punishment. And then, in the second book — you practically see it happen. He was locked, inside a room with only a can of soup that he shared with Hedwig. Now, tell me what it would do to a child — to be given food through a cat flap, and fun fact? Harry got to eat less than people on war rations; in short? He was starved, yes.

He wasn't abused physically so it's not abuse; As for people's thinks abuse isn't abuse until it's physical (which is inherently wrong because abuse isn't only physically, fyi); Harry has learned to dodge Vernon and he states that, very proudly when his uncle tries to grab him. He dodges a flying pan and states that fact, again very proudly as if it is the norm; do you know how heavy pans are? And do you know what would happen when one hits you? If you want an even clearer proof; Vernon Dursley strangles Harry in Ootp. There you go. Also, in the first book, we clearly see Vernon encouraging Dudley to hit Harry. Read between the lines and actually try to understand what that signifies.

And favourite part; When he wasn't treated like a prisoner, or a freak— he was their servant. And that is very much canonical. Tending Petunia's garden during summers and drinking from the water hose in the garden because of how hot it was? Having to wake up early so he can tend the kitchen and when he wasn't doing all that he is locked away. And it is all canon.

In conclusion, Harry— not only grew up to think that he was inhumane, undeserving of love, a freak that didn't even get to have his own bed because someone like him didn't deserve it, physically harmed enough times that he dodges them out of reflex and also the Dursleys' glorified servant; that is not even taking into account what Harry went through in Hogwarts. And after all that if someone tells me; this child, right here — didn't go through much then well, maybe read the books again?

[bleaksqueak]

Insomnia is letting up off and on, but I'm still super jelly brained from it case in point, I want to continue back with posting WIPs for the aired pages, but I can't remember what page I left off on now lmao (guess I'll have to dig through my blog to check... eesh. at least it's decently organized by tags?) Not a result of goo brain, really, but equally "AUGH" is that I let my screen protector go for too long without replacing it and now it's slick as snot and I don't have a replacement handy to put on it. This isn't a resulting consequence of goo brain but it does mean I'm going to be trying to draw without any traction while I'm already loopy. Good times ahead!

[bumblingbabooshka]

This is literally one of my favorite moments for both Harry Kim and B’Elanna characterization. I think a lot of people forget how soft hearted and altruistic B’Elanna specifically can be while Harry, of course a friendly and sweet individual, devotes himself most often to the mission, his friends and Starfleet’s ideals. Harry’s been shown to be much more down-to-earth and less fantastical in his thinking than either Tom or B’Elanna. The only time he gets in major trouble with Janeway and breaks protocol is because he wants to be with a woman. This is distinctly different to me than Tom’s (attempting to save an alien world) and B’Elanna’s (giving a robot race the ability to reproduce) transgressions. His other biggest infraction is begin a mutiny which he does in order to save Janeway & Chakotay. He doesn’t get in trouble for this which is why I put it last but again it seems different from Tom or B’Elanna to me because it’s For The Ship it’s For The Captain it’s a crime which displays his loyalty to Janeway instead of one which demonstrates him going against her ideologically (as shown by the lack of punishment). In that way I think B’Elanna and Harry balance each other well. B’Elanna is a person who seems very nervous and defensive when in conversation with others, who thinks of herself as a person who is ‘bad’ and doesn’t believe in herself much. Meanwhile Harry seems to be at ease with most anyone he speaks to, attempting to befriend even Seven of Nine right away. He’s confident in himself and his abilities and out of everyone (yes even Tom who seems most often to just become frustrated) would be the one to push B’Elanna and break through her defenses. That’s to say it makes perfect sense that B’Elanna would be absolutely enamored by this person who views her as inspiring, would be struck by that while Harry views it as just a weird question. 

[oveliagirlhaditright]

Square Enix, learn how to market games again, 2025.

[rapha-reads]

Am I supposed to take advantage of the night to keep working on my thesis, of which I've barely completed 1/9th (discounting research, abstract, introduction, structure and bibliography)? Yes. Am I instead reading my second novel of the day? Yes. Should I go to bed instead because it's 4am? Yes.

Earlier today I read This is How You Lose the Time War, that I had been meaning to check ever since it was published, and it was gorgeous. Really beautiful, the letters, the descriptions of the multiple universes, times and planets visited, the ways Red and Blue work, the emotions... Pure joy.

Right now I'm reading The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, and it is fascinating. I love a good scifi book, especially a scifi book that really takes into consideration the vastness of space and how varied other species and planets could be. Also punching holes through subspace sounds like a pure adrenaline trip and I'm deeply interested and captivated.

Anyway. Thesis is not progressing, deadline is getting closer. I should stop reading and start writing at some point. Meh. Stress levels are still not optimal. Stars aren't aligned. Need more adrenaline.

[anti-ao3]

proshits get so upset when anyone - it doesn't even have to be an actual anti - includes them in their dni. like proshits think they're being fucking oppressed bc someone doesn't want to interact with them. i'm not even talking about fights here; just one person saying they want to stay away from proshits is enough to cause rage in many.

it's also important to note that a lot of these proshits are grown ups complaining about minors not wanting to interact with them, lmao.

like... you guys know ppl have boundaries, right. you guys know everyone is allowed boundaries. that's why the block button is there for. why won't you just block the ppl who don't want to be around you, then? why won't you stick in with YOUR community??

since you claim that antis are often the ones who love starting fights for getting all pissed, you certainly love throwing hands with fucking teenagers on the internet, and it's pathetic. it's not even funny.

[thefrogsennaneverfound]

Before any of the Staniels come for me:

I know that Lando Norris has taken the same stance as all the other drivers (apart from Lewis?) and I would dearly love to give the silly little boy a slap upside the head for toeing the party line rather than supporting an entire gender that he's shown many times he really does care about. But... I'm beginning to feel that this particular party line is one the teams have told their drivers to toe - just be neutral and don't get involved, no matter how much you want to speak your mind. I guess the rich white guy feckers have closed ranks because us pesky women just aren't letting it drop.

[buttercupshands]

Honestly if I didn't know myself better I'd make a... Uh I forgot how they're called

But anyway a quiz, question whatever

Of what thing I should revisit first from my old things (not fandoms specifically)

Like idk re-watch Gravity Falls, Tangled the Series or just enjoy My Little Pony's g4 while dealing with irl stuff finally

But I know myself! So I won't, bc I usually lose ideas like that next morning if I don't actively start watching RIGHT NOW and stuff and I know I still remember them all as well pfff

[acebportgas]

I honestly don't wish it upon anybody to be an artist, I'm so angry I want to cry.

[midnite-c6]

ive been thinking of a scenario where namgyu’sgf!reader has been secretly hooking up with thanos as pay back for namgyu being a shitty boyfriend.. makes me die😩

meow so hot bruh thanos is so sexy it makes me so sad 😿 NEED THAT! pt. 2 | pt. 3

thanos(choi su-bong) x nam-gyu'sgf!reader imagine!! <33

warnings: 18+, cheating

you, nam-gyu, and su-bong were truly a powerful trio, you guys were all tight-woven friends being stringed together of partying and drugs before you decided to start dating nam-gyu, nothing changed much, but it was weird to know what was once your homie is now someone you fuck on the daily.

sadly, now nam-gyu just sucks, as a boyfriend, and as a person in general. he doesn't even take the time of his day to touch or even kiss you! ignoring all your texts with an "i'm busy." was stupid! he was stupid! what was he doing in the club anyway?? was he banging another chick?? why shouldn't you do the same?

you'd go visit his club in search of your boyfriend, only running into su-bong, or thanos as he's known for. "señorita?" oh that nick-name you were so familiar of. you'd think su-bong would still be out of the country, since he's gotten that big rap battle overseas, or because he's trying to escape his debt but you're still pleased to see run into him. "su-bong!, damn it, have you seen nam-gyu?" he pouted dramatically "i haven't seen you in weeks and ya' immediately talk about your boyfriend? whore." the last word was mumbled under his breath. you roll your eyes, you were used to giving and getting mean nicknames anyway, "fuck you, i heard that! but.. c'mon, have you??" "of course not, i just got here, angel, why are you looking for him?" you sigh. "because he's my boyfriend. what else?" thanos just remained looking at you, as if telling you to spill more. ".. and i think he's fucking another girl." he gasps, as a sarcastic reaction, "whaaat? no way, who would've thought." you furrow your brows. "what?! you know about this??" he shakes his head, chuckling to himself "nah. but he's a man, and the same pussy gets old after some time." he said, like it was a matter-of-fact thing that you should know.

"oh that jerk, i'm gonna fucking kill hi-" thanos pulls you back to him. "don't blame the guy, it's just normal boy stuff, you get it, right?" you scoff, "no. plus, my pussy doesn't just ... "get old!" " he tilts his head, "ehhhh. you've been dating for like what, 1 year? even i'll get pretty tired of it." you groaned. "i didn't ask you, su-bong. i know he's... he's better than that." he places a hand on the back of your neck, lightly petting you. "mmmm, if you think about it, if he's fucking another girl, how does it make you feel, babe?" you don't think, you respond immediately. "angry! that's what." "...and?" "it makes me want to ..i dunno. do something."

"guess you're in luck that i came here then."

"huh?" and before you know it, you're being dragged to one of the VIP rooms..

nsfw below!!->

"fuck.. man, all that days of fucking and god, he hasn't even stretched this cunt." he says as he guides your hips in a speedened pace, being kind enough to push his hips up to the rhythm of yours, he'd moan out from how you were clenching him. "p-please.."

"you're so tight, shit." in these moments, you'd forget about your shitty boyfriend, how you're cheating on nam-gyu inside his very own club. thanos pulls out before the two of you could ever release, making you go on your knees as he lines up his dick right inside your mouth. you could see him grabbing his phone and facing it above you, a red light near the camera. the video captured your muffled, disgusting moans against his dick, you seemed challenged, it seemed like you were trying to prove you were still good at it. it could also capture su-bong's praises, ones you could barely hear.

"you're doing so goood.."

"how could anyone ever get tired of this cunt?."

"you should look at yourself right now, baby."

and after all that, he'd place you on his lap, it wasn't much of an aftercare, but it was good enough.

"you enjoyed it? yeah?" you nod. "i just .. hope he doesn't find out..hmph.." "yeah, yeah, he's my best friend, can't let that happen." you smiled from the assurance, resting your head on su-bong's shoulders. you were too fucked out to hear how he was tapping the send button on his phone, sending his good ol' homie the video of you sucking his cock, typing away to send the text 'got your fine shyt sucking me off bro, what happened?', they're both jerks, guess the both of them really can't care less about you and your feelings huhu :<

also dat pussy is power 🙏🏻 this is so mean to namgyu but at rhe same time the prompt is so hot. hehe.

[chrisbesitos]

chris x fem¡younger reader ( like 1-2 years younger) he just babies her the whole time, and is very protective of her.

SWEET RELIEF.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀chris sturniolo × fem!reader.

warnings: fluff, nsfw, cursing, sickness, angst (a lit bit).

synopsis: Chris dates a girl who's two years younger than he. Chris is 21 and the reader is 19.

— Chris and Y/N relationship are public, but they keep private.

Chris never hide his relationship with Y/N, but they never made any hard launch in the social medias, because Chris didn't want his fans to being mean with her. Y/N is only 19, Chris knows how evil people on internet can be and he doesn't want his girlfriend to suffer with this.

But sometimes he can't stop this, but he can make her feel better with his love.

"Hey, gorgeous." Chris said, he found his girlfriend on their bed. He was out with his brothers, recording a video and Y/N stay home waiting for Chris, so they could sleep together.

"Hi, I couldn't sleep without you." She replied, Y/N looks a upset, Chris could notice. Y/N gave him a sad smile, he frow his eyebrows and sit in the corner of the bed. Chris extends his hand to Y/N, holding hers.

"What happened, baby?" He asked, Y/N low her eyes and let go Chris' hand. She rubbed her own arms, Y/N knows she couldn't hide from her boyfriend. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Why you with me?" Y/N looked at Chris, the boy frowned his eyebrows doesn't understanding why she were asking this.

While she was waiting for Chris, she spent time scrolling her 'for you' page on TikTok and saw some comments about her. People were saying she wasn't right for Chris, because he needs to stay with a woman of his age, calling her childish and annoying. Then, she couldn't stop thinking about this, maybe Chris really needs someone who's not two years younger.

"Why are you asking this, baby?" Chris asked, he sat by her side and pulled her to his lap. He let kisses all over her face, making her giggle because of his beard. "I'm with you, because I love you so much."

"And I love you too, but–" Chris cuts her off.

"Why are you asking this? You didn't answer me." Chris hugged her shoulders, Y/N lay her head on the crook of Chris' neck. She started to draw invisible circles on Chris' chest with her finger. "Y/N."

"I saw comments on TikTok saying that you should date a woman of your age." Y/N said sadly, Chris hugged her harder and kissed her forehead. "They said I'm childish and annoying and–"

"I don't want to hear these lies about you." Chris held Y/N's chin to make her look at him. "None of these people knows you as much as me and I don't fucking care about what they think about our relationship. You're my girlfriend, I want you and only you." He kissed her lips.

"I love you so much, you know this, right?" She smiled, Chris nods his head smiling too. "I just. . . I don't want to care about it, but sometimes I can't help it."

"I know, It's hard, baby, but these people are trolls who want to make you feel bad for being you." Chris pulled her to his chest, Y/N embrace his waist, laying her head on his chest. "Don't worry about it, I'm gonna make sure they'll know I'm not gonna tolerate these comments."

And he did. After Y/N fall asleep on Chris lap, he posted a note on his Instagram story. He wrote he would not tolerate mean comments about his girlfriend, because it's anyone business who he dates. He protects his girlfriend all coast, you can say he babies her all the time and protects from everything, but he didn't care and so Y/N.

— Y/N's mad at Chris, because he wants to protect her from everything.

"Stop babying me all the time!" Y/N said angry. She was getting ready to hang out with her friends, friends who Chris doesn't like, because he thinks they are a bad influence to Y/N.

"Well, you didn't seem to care until now." Chris rolled his eyes, he sat on his bed and crossed his arms on his chest. He was trying to stop Y/N from going to a party with them, but she was being stubborn. "Come on, baby."

"No! I want to go out tonight, they're my friends, Chris." She groans, hitting the sink with her hands. Even though she didn't care when Chris babies her, now he's acting like she's a kid. "It's just a party, Chris."

"Oh, these friends? You mean the guy who got arrested? You told me, don't remember?"

"Jeez, Chris. It was a misunderstanding." She got out of the bathroom. Y/N was wearing a tiny dress, make up and hair ready, Chris thinks she looked gorgeous, but he didn't trust in other guys. Chris got up and held Y/N's shoulders.

"You want to go out? We can go, but I don't trust these people."

"Chris, why don't you trust me? I can take care of myself, damn."

"Did I say that I do not trust you?" Y/N rolled her eyes. "Fine, I gave up. Go hang out with them, but don't call me when you get in trouble because of them."

Y/N groans angry, she got her purse and phone and stormed out of the room. Chris followed her until the door, he watched her walk to her friend car, he knows she will end up calling him, but if she wants to know by her own, he will let her do.

"Oh, how would you get into a party? You're not twenty-one yet, they would not let you in." He said sassy.

"Fuck you, Chris!"

He was right, he always is. Chris waits for Y/N call, because he knew she would call at some point. It was almost nine in when Y/N call, only an hour after she leaves. Chris answered quickly, even though he was mad with her, he still worried.

"I told you, didn't I?" Chris said.

"They left me here." She cried. "They got in the club without me after the security said I couldn't get in, they just said sorry and left me."

"I tried to warn you, Y/N. I told you they wouldn't let you in." Chris sighed, he got off the couch and catch the car keys. "Send me your location, I'll get you."

"I'm sorry, Chris." She sobs.

"I know, baby. Now, send me your location, okay? I'm gonna bring you home."

Y/N send Chris her location and he drive until her. She was sitting on the highway with tears on her face, Chris parked and opened the window, Y/N get in the car in silence. She sniffed, Y/N cleaned her tears and the mascara of her face, Chris tugged his hoodie off and gave to his girlfriend.

"Now you understand why I didn't want you to go out with them? They left like you were nothing."

"I know." She whispered, putting on his hoodie. "I'm sorry, I should've listened to you."

"Baby, when I do these things it's not because I don't trust you, it's because I don't trust them." Chris said, he started to drive back home. "I'm sorry if you don't like when I baby you, but it's because I love you."

"It's not this, I just feel like you were treating me like I'm a kid."

"I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean." He stopped at the red lights, Chris rubbed Y/N's tight. She held his hand and kissed the back. "I'm gonna try to not baby you too much."

"No, I like when you baby me." She crossed her arms on her chest, Chris giggled. "Just don't treat me like I'm a kid."

"I will not, not anymore." Chris smiled and gave a peck on her lips. "In 'n Out?"

"Please, I'm starving!"

— "You don't have to carry me everywhere, Chris!"

Chris loves to carry Y/N everywhere. They arrived home? Chris has to carry his girlfriend inside. Arrived in a hotel in the middle of the night during the tour? Chris carried Y/N until their room while she sleep. Bathroom in the middle of the night? Here he goes, carrying his girl to the bathroom and waiting for her, so he could carry her back to bed.

Y/N loves too, but she can walk, but Chris insists in carry her.

"No, no, no." Chris stopped Y/N, they were watching a movie in the living room. "Where are you going?"

"I didn't sleep too much last night, gonna have a nap."

"Then, let's have a nap." Chris turns off the TV, he gets up the couch and holds his girlfriend in a bridal style.

"You don't have to carry me everywhere, Chris!" Y/N giggled, holding Chris' neck. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, rubbing her nose there.

"But I can, so why not?"

Chris carried Y/N to their room, he lay her in the bed and covered with the blanket. Chris turns the lights off and lays by her side, Y/N hugged Chris' neck with her arm and embrace his waist with her leg.

"Just lay on me." He chuckled. Y/N yawn and climb Chris' body, he holds her and let her sleep on he.

— If he babies Y/N all the time, when she got sick it's even worse.

"100.4° F (38° C), damn." Chris said looking at the thermometer visor. Y/N was acting weird the whole day, Chris thought she was getting sick, but she insisted she were okay.

Until now. They got home after the day shopping, Y/N passed out in the bed for two hours until Chris comes to check on her. He knows she was sick, but for some stupid reason she was acting like not.

"It's not that bad." She complained.

"Oh, yeah. A higher fever is not that bad, Y/N." He said being sarcastic, she sighed. Chris helped her to sit, he tugged her hair from her face. "Open your mouth." Chris said holding a pill.

"I don't need this." She frowned her nose, but the look Chris gave to her made her open her mouth. Chris put the pill on her tongue and gave her water to swallow. "Thanks, baby."

"Rest and I'll make you a soup, okay?" He kissed her forehead.

"You don't know how to cook." She giggled laying down.

"I'll figure it out."

She was right, Chris doesn't know how to cook, so he had to ask Nick to do it. After the soup is ready, Chris put in a bowl to Y/N and goes to his room. She wasn't sleeping anymore, Y/N was watching TV with her body all covered by the blankets. Chris smiled at her while he closed the door.

"You cold?"

"A bit, probably because of the fever, but I'll feel better if you lay here with me."

"I bring you soup." He put the bowl in the nightstand and sat in the bed, Y/N sat too with Chris help.

"Who made it?" She jokes. Chris rolled his eyes getting the bowl back, Y/N tried to hold, but Chris didn't let her. "Why? You gonna feed me?"

"Of course I will." Chris said and Y/N didn't complain. The boy gave her a few spoons of the soup until she felt filled.

She fell asleep again on Chris' shoulder, feeling too tired to stay awake. Chris held her the hold night and the whole day after until she felt better.

— Always gentle with her while they are having sex.

"Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?" He said looking at his girlfriend laying down in bed, he was on top of her, ready to be inside of her. Y/N nodded. "Words, baby. I need words."

"Yes, I'll use our safe word." Y/N said breathing hard, she was needing Chris so hard. "Please, Chris. I need you."

"I'll be gentle with you."

"You always are."

Then, Y/N was moaning Chris' name loudly while he push his cook in Y/N's pussy. His slow movements, catching every reaction of his girlfriend. He keeps kissing her face and saying lovely words to her. Chris let her come as soon as she needed, because he didn't want his girlfriend to suffer. Her loud moan was music to his ears, he didn't take too much to come inside her.

— Aftercare always, everything to his girlfriend.

"Sure you okay? Did I take it too rough with you?" Chris asked, rubbing her tights with his nose, his beard tickling her sensitive skin.

"You're always gentle with me, baby." She smiled lazily, Chris nodded. He tugged his T-shirt from the floor and used it to clean her tights, giving pecks in her skin. She yawn.

"I'm gonna run us a bath, so we can sleep, okay?" He kissed her lips and then the forehead, she nodded.

Chris filled the bathtub and put all of Y/N bath products, he carried her until the bathroom and get in the water with her. Chris washed her hair and her body, giving kisses on her pretty skin, giving all the pleasure that she deserves.

Then, he carried Y/N back to the bed, Chris lay lazy by her side. She smiled at him, slowly closing her eyes. Chris held her waist and laid his head on her tits, slowly getting asleep too.

hope you like it <3

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[furioussouls]

LADS boys accidentally making you cry

with [chubby reader]

[chubby reader, don't like it, don't read]

warnings: chubby gen! reader, slight angst, slight mention of injuries (not through the boys), reader and boys sometimes have a similar dynamic as with MC(but it‘s not mc), insecurities, a little overdramatic in some parts

Disclaimer: these characters belong to the game "love and deepspace" by InFold. All lore references and worldbuilding belong solely to them.

Requested by a sweet anon :3

(also, I made the situations not that angsty because I feel like the boys wouldn't do anything that would make you cry really badly)

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Xavier:

• he accidentally made you cry when you got injured. He really didn't mean to, but he was so worried about you and snapped at you. Your nonchalant attitude scared him because why don't you care more about your health?

You limped next to Xavier, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder to support you enough that you'd be able to walk. Blood ran down your face and Xavier's musculuar arm was a supportive crutch throughout your little walk. You were careless during the fight, you really were. It was nobody's fault, since everbody has their off days, but Xavier was furious.

"Easy", Xavier's firm voice rang out as he carefully helped you sit down on a bench. He knelt infront of you and his warm hands tenderly smoothed over the healthy side of your head after he wiped the trail of blood away on the other side with his thumb. You wrapped your arms around your chubby torso to keep yourself warm enough to stop the chills raking through your body. Eventhough, the chills probably had something to do with the adrenaline leaving your body according to the sharp pain throbbing in your head. You winced and Xavier's eyes snapped to you.

"Where else does it hurt? Your leg?", his large hands gently smoothed over your thick leg and you hissed out in pain and nodded.

Xavier's jaw clenched and he exhaled deeply. "You didn't focus enough today. This could've been prevented." You nodded and sighed "Yeah, yeah. I know." Xavier's sky blue eyes squinted and a deep line formed between his brows.

"So why didn't you?", he asked persistently and inspected your leg with a deep frown, his usual soft voice stern and serious.

"Xavier, is this necessary? It's not like I did it on purpose", you mumbled out and tried to breathe through the pain. The throbbing in your head got worse with every single one of Xavier's question and you were beginning to feel the effect of walking on an injured leg.

"No. You can't slack off. Not during the fights. If you're feeling down or not up to it, don't go on the mission. This could've ended even worse than it did if I weren't there to back you up", he hissed out in frustration and gently pressed a handkerchief to the wound on your head.

"I know, Xavier. You're not telling me anything I don't know."

"Are you sure?"

You opened your eyes and felt your eyes burn. You usually wouldn't cry because of this, especially because you know Xavier cares deeply about you, but the combination of your throbbing head, your hurt leg and the remains of the adrenaline made you very susceptible to your emotions right now. Big tears ran down your soft cheeks and you hiccuped sadly until it turned into a fullblown cry. You really didn't mean to, but you just wanted to go home to bed right now, and didn't want to justify anything to Xavier. "Well sorry, we can't all be great and perfect like you." Your voice broke at the end because of another sob.

Xavier, who was busy tending to your leg looked up at you in shock. His eyes widened and the angry expression on his face faded. Xavier's jaw dropped and his breath hitched as he jumped up immediately, his hand still pressing against the wound on your head.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm really really sorry. Please, don't cry. I didn't mean to imply that you were incompetent. I really didn't. I was just so worried and you didn't care about your injuries. Please don't cry, hm?" His voice was soft and frantic and he gently cupped your cheek. His eyebrows furrowed in concern and he bit his pink lip. Xavier's eyes turned into a soft glossy tone as he sat and watched you cry your heart out(more out of exhaustion and pain than actual sadness, to be honest).

"I'm really sorry. You're in pain and I've just been mean to you this whole time. That wasn't okay of me. I'm so so sorry."

You nodded and sniffed pathetically and his face melted into an expression of utter smittenness and he very softly nudged your head toward his chest, his arms wrapped around your soft body and his warm hand smoothed over the rolls of your back and he gripped you tightly as gently comforted you. "It's okay, let it out. I'm sorry."

After you got proper medical attention and some sleep, the situation was already forgotten for you, but Xavier didn't forget and his heart will always squeeze painfully at the reminder of making you cry. He never raised his voice at you in general, but whenever he gets upset he remembers the moment in which you were hurt and instead of comforting you, he made you cry out of sadness. Sometimes he sheds a few tears himself at the thought.

Zayne:

• Zayne made you cry after a slight argument about his own health and well- being. It takes a lot for Zayne to make you cry because he's such a caring and gentle man and never raised his voice at you.

You walked into the house that Zayne and you shared and sighed when you noticed that Zayne wasn't home yet again. He was working overtime again. Of course, you knew that Zayne's job was stressful. You knew he carried a lot of responsibility and a heavy burden on his shoulders as a doctor. His main goal was to help people, but you were frustrated that he seemed so careless about his own wellbeing.

Zayne returned a few hours later to you sitting on the couch. You were waiting for him and had tea and a light snack prepared for him when he returned. He sighed in appreciation when he saw you and the tension drained from his shoulders. He shrugged off the jacket and sat down next to you, the exhaustion etched onto his gorgeous face. You gently cupped his cheek and Zayne's eyes closed as he exhaled blissfully. He loved coming home to you and hugging your curvy body, which was adorned in your favourite oversized shirt.

Zayne took a sip of his tea when you spoke up "Honey, I think you should take the weekend off. You look like a walking corpse."

Zayne nodded in exhaustion and rubbed his temple "Yes, I know, but I can't just drop everything. My patients need to be tended to."

You hummed understandly. "Yeah, Zayne. I understand that, but you aren't the only Doctor at Akso hospital. Your patients won't feel better if you work yourself to death."

Zayne knows you're right. He really does. But he just can't bring himself to outright agree with you. Caring for patients was his job after all. His nostrils flared in frustration and your hand started rubbing his back.

"Yes, thank you. I'm aware. But you don't know the amount of people that depend on me so maybe could we stop talking about this? It's not helpul, especially so late at night." His usual soft voice was firmer today and your hand halted over his back.

"When else are we supposed to talk if not late at night? Are you there at any other time during the day? I won't act like your job isn't tough. You work a lot. That's okay. I knew that before I got into a relationship with you, but I won't let you manipulate yourself into believing that you overworking yourself is right. 'Cause it's not. But I'm also not going to take the role of your nagging spouse. Do what you feel is right. Finish your tea and come to bed, I'll go lay down so you can decompress." Frustrated tears ran down your round cheeks and you stood up and walked into your bedroom, leaving Zayne behind.

A wave of guilt ran down Zayne's body, his exhaustion long forgotten. He sighed and buried his face in his scarred hands. Zayne didn't mean to make you feel like that; like an annoyig nagging spouse, he's so grateful for your love and now he's made you cry. A ball of dread spread from his chest and Zayne sprung up and followed you into your shared room. He knocked three times and opened the door uncertainly. You laid on your side, your back turned to him. He slowly crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around your soft and warm body. Zayne's nose was buried deeply in your shoulder and he inhaled shakingly.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. You did not deserve my anger, at all. I'm the luckiest man alive, having somebody like you worry over me. You're right, of course you are. I've been working myself to the bone and damaging our relationship. I'm so so sorry."

You sniffed and gently and put your hands over his ice cold ones; intertwining all digits with each other. "I'm just worried abot you. You don't care about yourself at all, eventhough you're the one telling me not to be reckless with my health."

"I know you are. And you're right. I'm really sorry. I'll take a week off and we can spend time together. How does that sound?", he asked softly and cuddled farther into you.

"That sounds nice but it won't help your wellbeing in general if you're just taking a break now and afterwards return to your old habits", you told him gently and he nodded. "You're right. I will work on it. I don't want to be that type of husband that makes their spouse feel bad for worrying over him. You can’t believe how grateful I am for you. I love you so much. Please, trust me.", he promised and kissed your hand. You chuckled and pat his head. "Sounds good, now shut up and go sleep." Zayne nodded obediently and kissed your shoulder.

Rafayel:

• Rafayel made you cry because of his stupid jokes.

You stood next to Rafayel as he scribbled randomly on his big canvas with his expensive paint. You looked at Rafayel in disbelief "Do you not earn enough money for a two dollar sketchbook?"

The side of Rafayel's plump mouth tugged up and he tutted sarcastically "Hmm, why would I do that when I could use my paints and canvases of quality?". You shook your head and grumbled out "Rich people make me sick."

Rafayel laughed loudly and continued painting. He drew ab exaggerated cute chibi version of you in your favourite colour; it was very round and sweet, you smiled but a tiny sensation of unease pricked at your chest. Rafayel never draws you in an attractive or beautiful way, he always drew you in a very exaggerated way. And of course, you were round. You were round, cute, attractive and sexy. It's not an insult to be seen as chubby or fat, and you knew Rafayel loves your body and the body of other chubby people as well, but when he was teasing you, it was always about the roundness of your body, which means that in some shape or form Rafayel thinks of your body as an insult.

You swallowed and crossed your arms over your chest. Tears pricked in your eyes but you blinked them away as Rafayel continued to paint. He turned to you with a big grin, which immediately faded when he saw your slightly wet eyes. "Hey, cutie? What's going on?", Rafayel cooed softly and cupped your face softly, his face concerned.

"It's just, I don't know. It’s not a big deal, but I feel like you don't like my body as much as you pretend you do. You say you love it but then when you're trying to tease me, it's always about my body and nothing else. I don't like it, because it kinda feels as if you secretly do see my body as something that you can make fun of. I don't know. You never exaggerate the body when you draw skinny people." You say and shrug your shoulders. You kept your gaze fixed on Rafayel's painting for a few seconds and then turned to face Rafayel, a few persistent tears dripped down your face.

Rafayel's jaw dropped and his purple eyes were wide. He shook his head and very softly wiped your tears away. "I'm so sorry. I had no idea that it would come across that way. I love your body, I really do. I dont tease you with things I don’t like about you, because there’s nothing I don’t like. I love everything about you. I tease you with things I like the most about you. Your body, your laugh and your smile. I love all of these things about you, so much. I can't believe I made you feel like that all this time. Why didn't you speak up sooner? You should've thrown things at me and pulled at my hair if you thought I was teasing you about your body." Rafayel rambled frantically, his hands smoothing over his purple hair nervously.

You snorted "You're teasing me with the things you like about my body? Seriously? Am I supposed to believe that?"

Rafayel nodded with wide blown eyes "I thought you knew! That's why I kept going with it. I had no idea it came across differently to you, my love. I didn' mean to hurt you at all, oh my god." He wrapped his arms quickly around your body and whispered deep apologies into your hair. You cuddled against his chest and his lip wobbled at the knowledge that he made you cry. After resting in his warm embrace for a long time, you thought about what Rafayel said and then remembered a moment in which Rafayel cuddled with your newborn niece.

'"Oh my goodness, cutie. Look at her! She's so cute. I'm gonna faint." You looked Rafayel and chuckled, his heart eyes widened at the babies coo and he gently picked her up. "Look at her, she's so round. Have you ever seen a rounder baby? You're perfect, so perfect. Such a cute little baby", he cooed and nuzzled the belly of the baby.'

You tenderly smiled against Rafayel's chest at the thought and stepped back from him. His eyebrows were furrowed and he bit his lip worriedly, he wanted to start apologising again, but you interrupted him "So, I basically only have to listen to your teasing to know what you like most about me?", you grinned at him and Rafayel blushed but nodded.

"Yes, I hope you shoot me in the face for making you cry and think I don't like your body." he mumbled miserably and dramatically let his head fall on your shoulder. You chuckled and ruffled his hair.

Sylus:

• he made you cry due to a misunderstanding , that’s all it was.

You were talking to your colleague. The two of you were assigned to do a project together and have been working together for a week now. In the past few days, you saw a few glimpses of black in the corner of your eye. You could not believe it. He couldn't trust you around another man for one week? After you finished your work for the day, you walked out of the house and saw Mephisto waiting for you. You walked over to him, your fists clenched and picked him up.

"Did your daddy send you to spy on me?", you asked him and gently stroked over his feathers. Mephisto cawed softly and you let him go. He flew home and you followed him. This seriously had to stop. Both of you were grown adults. You didn't want somebody to spy after you because they didn't trust you with another man. Even if you loved Sylus very much.

You reached Sylus' home and walked through the doors. Sylus sat on the couch. He turned to you and his face split into a big grin, his red eyes shining brightly. Sylus' face dropped when he saw your unamused expression which was combined by you crossing your arms deliciously over your ample chest.

"Did something happen?", he asked you in his deep voice, his eyebrows furrowed together in concern. Sylus rose from the couch and smoothly walked over to you.

"Why are you asking? Shouldn't you know everything already?", you asked him pointedly and nodded toward Mephisto.

Sylus raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. "What happened?"

You sighed and tears of frustration pricked your eyes. You weren't necessarily sad, but yes it hurt when your partner showed his obvious distrust in you. Sylus' eyes widened and he immediately stepped forward and cupped your face. "It hurts that you don't trust me. I mean, seriously Sylus. Mephisto has never followed me before but the one time I have to work with a colleague he's there every day? Is that the kind of relationship we have?", you asked him, your voice wobbly.

Sylus, who still held your precious face dearly in between his hands shook his head insistently and softly wiped your tears away with his soft thumbs. "No, sweetie. That's not it at all. I trust you entirely and unconditionally. I'm not jealous at all. I was worried about you, my dear. Your colleague was involved in some criminal activities, and I was scared he was going to try hurting you. I know you can take care of yourself if something were to happen I want to be there for you. I'm sorry that I made you doubt my trust in you." Sylus lifted your hands and pressed a few tender kisses to the back of your hand.

"Oh", you sniffed. Sylus chuckled softly and wrapped you up in his warm embrace.

"Oh, my darling. I'm sorry I upset you. You're breaking my heart." Sylus tenderly gripped you and rubbed soothingly over your back.

"Don't apologise. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions-", Sylus shook his head and interrupted you. "And I should've told you before."

You chuckled wetly and Sylus kept his arms tightly wrapped around your body. His heart squeezed when he saw your hurt face. Let him spoil you a bit in the next few days, he feels horrible and wants to make it up to you.

Caleb:

• Caleb made you cry when you first noticed the "difference" between your old Caleb and this one.

"I believe everyone that wants to hurt you should die." Caleb's firm voice called out. His face was emotionless and and his hand softly stroked over your squishy cheek, his nose softly buried in your hair.

Unease settled in your stomach. Not only did you have to go through the process of mourning Caleb, but now he's also not the boy you remembered. Hes more stern, the softness on his face had disappeared. He says things that the Caleb from the past would never have said and you felt a deep hole in your chest. The part of your chest that was filled by nostalgia, fondness and happiness is now an empty void.

You looked up at Caleb and shook your head. "No. No, my Caleb wouldn't-".

"I wouldn't, what?", Caleb interrupted you softly and stroked over your cheek. "You think I wouldn't have changed even a little bit? After all of this? But also, what makes you so sure I didn't think exactly the same way back then?" he hummed softly and he gently rubbed his cheek on the top of your head.

Caleb let you go and took a step back. He lifted his hand to stroke over your head and you involuntarily flinched. Tears streamed down your cheek. Your mind was reeling and your emotions were a complicated wreck and you sobbed out and looked at the ground, trying to contain your feelings and stop the tears.

You saw him take a few steps back and your eyes snapped up at him. Caleb's emotionless face dropped into one of shock. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape and he shook his head.

"No. You're not scared of me. You aren't, right? Please tell me you aren't. You still know who I am. I am not dangerous to you. Never." Caleb's voice broke at the end and he consistently shook his head. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks and Caleb took quick steps forward and wrapped his arms around your familiar perfect rounded body. His strong arms gripped your body and you buried your face in his chest.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here and I won't leave you. I will never hurt you. I'm sorry for leaving. It's still me, please don't cry anymore. I love you so much."

Caleb softly brushed your tears away, the same that he did in the past and you slowly calmed down.

It took you both a bit of time to get used to this new dynamic between the two of you. It took a lot of love and patience from Caleb, who had to build the trust back up between the two of you. Sometimes you still can't believe that Caleb is back and that you mourned a person, who came back to you. Even if he's a bit different.

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A/n: I'm not happy with this at all, but I'm sick and trying to take my mind off it, so let me know what you think!

[numinousher]

TOUCH ── sylus.

summary: touches with whispered promises

note: thank you again for helping me @an-ever-angry-bi

“I’m mad at you.”

Words have never scared Sylus more than those words uttered by the love of his life that has his heart in her hand.

His face maintained stoic, not wanting her to hear the way his heart skipped at the words and the way his head immediately recounted his whole entire day to try to determine what he did or said wrong.

“For what, sweetie?” He softly asked, leaning back on the chair of his office. His eyes ran over your figure, admiring your pretty pouty face and the way your brows were furrowed so cutely while you wore a necklace he bought you for your anniversary. He patted his lap. “Come here and tell me.”

You walked to him with a small huff and plopped on his lap.

“I'm a very independent woman,” you said in a very serious tone.

“I know, sweetheart, and I love that for you.”

“I can fight.”

“Nothing turns me on more than you defending yourself,” Sylus continues to comment in a low tone, his fingers softly running up and down your arm while he doesn't stray away from your side profile.

“I can shoot someone.”

“I told you I can get a gun engraved with our names on them, sweetie,” he says, his lips softly brushing your neck, placing small kisses.

“And I can be by myself.”

“Sadly.”

“So, why the hell do I yearn for your single presence and touch when I haven’t seen you in hours?” You groaned out, subconsciously craning your neck as he grabs your waist. “Not even that, I get upset when you don’t respond for two hours. Two!”

He darkly chuckles. “It seems this kitty who loves baring her fangs loves being coddled, hmm?” His nose brushes against the pulse of your neck, softly inhaling your scent. “You want me to text you more often?”

“Please?”

“Whatever you want,” he muttered on your neck. “I hope you know, though, the way you’re so… independent, so badass that you can handle yourself, so headstrong…” his lips moved close to the shell of your ear as his words turned whispered. “The things you do to me.”

“You really like that about me?”

“If you were to stab me, I would stab myself deeper into the blade to meet your fingertips holding the handle,” he whispered as if he was sharing a secret, his glistening ruby colored eyes meeting yours. “My body yearns for your touch that I wouldn’t care about dying at your hands. I’ll die happy just getting to brush against your skin.”

You let out a shuddered breath as his lips hovered over yours. He nudged his nose against your own, glancing at your lips.

“You’re crazy…” you commented with no malice at all.

He smiled a little. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“How so?” He continued to speak in a low tone. “Because I would let you kill me? Because I would get on my knees to worship you like you deserve to? Call me crazy all you want, sweetie, I just want you in ways you don’t know.”

He presses his lips against yours, savoring your taste with a soft moan, relishing in the way your body felt underneath his fingertips.

He backed away and looked into your eyes again with dilated pupils.

“Anything happens to you,” he started, his hand placing itself on your cheek so the pad of his thumb could rub itself over your bottom lip, “I will set this stupid world on fire, you hear me?” You slowly nod. “Ask me for whatever, ask me for anything you want, I will gladly do anything because if I can set this world on fire for you, I will do anything you want before you could breathe. You want me to text you more? Done. Want to go on more dates? I will personally buy every restaurant with your favorite food so you could enjoy it without disturbance. That’s fine with you?”

“Yes… thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. Ask me for the moon, stars, anything, it’s yours,” he tilted his head to the side with a small smile you couldn’t help but smile, too. “It’s called the bare minimum, sweetie.”

“Sy, that is not—” he cuts you off with a chuckle, his fingers moving from your bottom lip to your neck.

“Bare minimum. Never thank me for being the boyfriend you deserve,” he softly spoke, pressing soft kisses on your lips. He savored each one. “Now come on. Let’s go on a trip.”

“It’s 10 at night?” You questioned, almost perplexed

“You should be getting used to unexpected trips, sweetie,” he chuckled, helping you get up. He got up next, hovering over your figure. He rubbed your cheekbone softly. “Can’t have people thinking I can’t treat my girl right, hmm?”

“God, I’m in love with you.”

“And I’m in love with you,” he kisses you once again. “Come on. The jet should be ready. Don’t worry about clothes. I’ll buy you anything you want once we get there.”

“Ugh, you’re so hot.”

“Mmm, compliment me more, sweetie, we might do some things in the jet.”

[reginalusus]

Just a sketch that I was too tired to finish... And since it's Father's Day I'm just gonna dump a bunch of my more silly (mostly) headcanons about their dynamic below, teehee.

General - They argue. A lot. About anything. Jason is the instigator. Harvey is almost always correct. - There has been a karaoke battle at some point. - They smoke far too much and smoke breaks are common occurrences during anti-hero outings. They are no longer mere breaks; they are rituals. - One of the only things they are comfortable openly bonding over is their alleged hatred of Bruce - and weapons. - Actually work very well together in combat. Jason's accurate, hard-hitting martial arts expertise and agility compliment Harvey's more elegant and violent approach. Gotham's scumbags are cooked. - They were both slain by Gotham, and reborn. They are now both living their second life - neither want to admit to each other that they find comfort that they're not alone in this. - They will take any opportunity to bring up each other's past interactions; the two-toned car, the two-story building fiasco, the kidnapping, anything. - Jason's biological father is the root cause of their most explosive, brutal fights. Both of them, however, are exhausted and have other shit to worry about, so they avoid this topic as best as they can.

Jason's POV - Teases Harvey about twos, duality and doubles to distract from the horrors. - When angry, will call Harvey 'Apollo' to piss him off. Sometimes it's 'Ex-District Attorney', with emphasis on the 'Ex'. - He doesn't like it very much when Harvey attempts to get close/connect with him; relationships are transactional. At least that's how Jason views them. - Hates being passenger in Harvey's car because he doesn't get any say over the radio. - He does view Harvey as a parental figure, or something like it, but he's conflicted. - Actually appreciates it when Harvey helps him through PTSD episodes. - Sadly, he isn't very good at helping Harvey through dissociation/depressive episodes yet. He sort of stands there like the man emoji. - Will randomly come out with courtroom related lines when Harvey does something bad, like: "Your honour, my client would like to plead Gemini," or "Your honour, in my client's defence, he didn't know the safety lock was off." - Makes jokes about Harvey's thugs all wanting to have 'a night' with Harvey. - Absolutely refuses to call Harvey "dad", even jokingly. He will have sightseen everything in Hell before that happens. - But at the same time he cries out for a father figure, one that is proud of him, that loves him. He secretly loves it when Harvey pats his shoulder or gives an approving nod.

Harvey's POV - Will make jokes about Jason being alive again to distract from the horrors. - When angry, calls Jason 'Robin' or 'Pup' (name of a baby bat) to piss him off. - Tries to bond with Jason - he *wants* to - but he's a big dumbass about it. - Does not understand Jason's music taste and doesn't have any desire to. - Views Jason as the child he never had the chance to have. In a sense, that makes him quite protective of Jason, but he hides this. He tries desperately not to be like his own father. - Is quite good at understanding Jason's emotions; he knows how to deal with his attacks and does, begrudgingly, use tips he learned from his previous therapists. - Doesn't wish to burden Jason with his own episodes. Unfortunately it's not always possible to hide them. - Just as Jason tortures him with puns, Harvey will do it right back. He'll come out with things like, "We only put up with you because you were the SECOND Robin," or "How would you like to die a second time?" - He will stand and stare awkwardly when Jason brings (sneaks) lovers back to the hideout. But he minds his business. - May have accidentally called Jason his son a few times. Or his "kid". But not to Jason directly, only in his talks between himself and Two-Face. - He likes seeing Jason happy. So many kids and young people are let down by Gotham's corruption and he'll be damned if Jason becomes a victim of it (again).

[felassan]

David Gaider on Fenris, under a cut for length:

"Fenris. Now, DA2 is a story all on its own but I'm not going to go there other than to sum it up as "we had just over a year and a half to make this". It's why I only wrote one follower, Fenris, and although it'll make his fans mad: I probably shouldn't have. Let me explain. The way we'd approach making the followers is brainstorming a list of concepts covering first the array of gameplay classes (and sub-classes) and then making sure they each have some skin in the game when it came to the story's conflicts - ideally having characters on both sides of the major ones. Why? You can't make a player care about the world, but you can make them care about characters who care about the world. It's the easiest way to provide hooks into a conflict, outside of it knocking on the player's door. Heck, it's probably better than that. Players will burn the world for approval. After that, we'd decide things like romances/sexuality. Then the writers would pick who they'd write. I always let my writers pick first. I figured they do their best work when it's something they're inspired to write... and they got so few chances at ownership, I wanted to give it whenever I could It's why I (reluctantly) let Patrick wrest Cole from my grasp in DAI, a character I'd created in Asunder. It's also why I let Jennifer take Anders in DA2, who I'd started in Awakening. In this instance, it meant I was left with the angry elven warrior character who nobody else appeared to want."

"It should have been my first clue that something was up. The second was how the artists had zero clue what to do with him. The art concepts were all over the place - from mages to crows to... well, even weirder. No matter how hard I tried to explain the idea, the artists simply didn't seem to get it Does this mean he was a bad character? Not exactly. Just an idea that probably deserved some re-examining. You can tell when an idea has a certain spark, and part of that is being easy to communicate. Sadly, there wasn't time for any re-examining even if it'd occurred to me. And it didn't, not yet. If it had, if I had time, maybe I'd have re-booted him as a templar. Someone pro-templar rather than anti-mage, who could give a personal hook into Meredith and give the templars some badly-needed humanity. But this falls into the shoulda-woulda-coulda category. I had a follower to write. Quickly. I struggled, at first. It was hard to get away from "Fenris hates everything, all the time". It felt very one-note, and I didn't know where to take him. My third clue, I guess. I also wasn't sure if I was the right person to write a former slave. I did know that couldn't be the center of his story. I did know trauma, however. How it can eat you up. How the hate and resentment is like drinking poison and hoping the other person dies. How it can infect your relationships. Fenris's trauma isn't my trauma, obviously, but here I dipped into a more personal part of myself than I'd ever done before."

"It gave me the center of his story I was missing, but wow was it uncomfortable. In a good way, maybe. I likely wouldn't have, if I hadn't been so desperate. In a way, I think DA2 had some of our best writing *because* of the timeline. It was raw, with little time to sand down the interesting parts. I wouldn't have done the "Fenris doesn't talk to you for three years" thing if I'd known we were going to cut all the reactivity initially planned for the time jumps. When that call was made, I campaigned to cut the jumps to a year, but there was no time for the revisions it'd need. So, um. Awkward. I used to get asked where the name came from, and I... don't remember? Obviously it's derived from Fenrir, but I don't recall why we picked that. Someone pointed at Fenris the Feared from Joe Abercrombie's books... and I did read them, so maybe the name lodged in my head? Wouldn't be the first time. Casting Fenris turned out to be easy. He was the first time I requested a specific VA and got him. (The other times were Merrill and then Solas, my two "I want these specific Welsh actors, please".) Why? OK, if you must know, I'd played a bit of Final Fantasy XII. I heard Balthier. "Yes, that." 😅 And Gideon Emery was a delight, as it turned out. Consummate professional, and that lovely gravel in his voice... good god. Bite the knuckles. There was a struggle to find the voice at the outset where I did my best not to say "just pls do Balthier" but he found Fenris on his own and it was amazing. Overall, Fenris turned out better than he had any right to, considering the rocky start. He had a lot of soul, a vulnerability forged by pain that struck a chord with a lot of players, and I'm glad. Do I regret anything? Probably having him live in a corpse-filled mansion that would never update. That's a hindsight thing, though, as again the cut to reactivity over the time jumps came late. Outside of that, maybe letting the player give him back to Danarius? Poor shock value and a waste of resources because almost nobody took the option. Good evil options are ones that are tempting to take. And the lyrium tattoos. Interesting concept, but they're probably why you'll never see Fenris in a future DA. He requires a custom body, and the tattoos make that expensive. It's why I put Fenris in my 4th DA novel - the cancelled one. Don't fret, though. He died in it, so this way he lives on. 😉"

[source thread]

User: "Wait wait how does he die in [the cancelled novel]??" David Gaider: "Gloriously, after taking up a cause he didn't believe in at first but then made his own, one that allowed him to rediscover what it meant to be elven." [source] David Gaider: "I’m not sorry about the novel cancellation. I’m the one who cancelled it. I am kinda sad we couldn’t make it work, though. Considering it was after I left the DA team, it would have been my final DA hurrah." [source] David Gaider: "From my perspective, it was kind of "well if you're never going to use him again, let me at least give him a proper send off" and the story required a glorious death... but I get that's not the story his biggest fans would want (which is Hawke + Fenris 4ever), so it's just as well." [source]

User: "You all did some incredible work with such a tight deadline" David Gaider: "I'm of the opinion that even if we'd had only another six months to bake, DA2 would be remembered as a classic and not either a flawed gem or underbaked sequel, depending on who you ask." [source]

David Gaider: "Just to clarify the "they're probably why you'll never see Fenris" thing, as it's spawned commentary: 1. It's the reasoning as was explained to me back then. 2. Obviously, if Bio *really* wanted to, they'd find a way around it. But it was a complication that meant he couldn't be included casually." [source]

[velvetydream]

꒰ : 🩹 [ Patches ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : After the fight he had with Antonius, you were there to patch him up.

Pairing : Telemachus x fem! Reader

Word count : 1.2K Words

Genre : Fluff

Warnings ➵ Telemachus is hurt

a/n : I love this guy sm and omg I can't wait to write more for this silly lil guy T T♡

Also I feel like this isn't m, best work sadly, I just didn't really know how to write this, that's also why it's shorter, but imma defi write a longer one for him again!

Artwork Credits : Gigi on YouTube

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Athena turns around, sensing someone approaching the chambers of the prince, sitting on the railing in her owl form in an instant.

"My prince? I've been so worried! Your mother is so mad at the suitors! And by the gods look at you! What have those monsters done!" Rushing over to the young man, your hands find their way to his cheeks, holding his face softly in your hands. "I-I'm fine! Don't worry! Just some scratches!" He tried to assure you, looking over to Athena, who just gave him one last look before flying away, leaving him to your mercy. "My prince those aren't just scratches! The queen will be even more angry when she sees this!" Telemachus's face was littered with wounds, blood at the corner of his lips, scratches on his face, and a big one on his eyebrow. "Let me patch you up please, I don't want this to get infected." You softly grab his hand as you lead him to his vanity and sit him down, before gathering everything you need to clean his wounds.

Telemachus simply watches you with a rosy blush on his cheeks, would his mother see him right now she'd start preparing a wedding already. She was counting on you to become his fiance, having known you and your parents for years. You were born in the palace to your father, a warrior, he was away with the king for a long time now, probably dead, while your mother was the closest and most confidante maid she had. So you grew up in the palace, learning the ways to serve, and soon became the maid to the prince. He was barely two years older than you; in the last years, he had grown so much that he was now towering over you.

"This looks bad, my prince; how dare they hurt you like that.." You grumble as you wet cloth and softly clean the dried-up blood, holding his chin with your other hand carefully. Telemachus was watching you the whole time while doing so, admiring your scrunched up eyebrow and nose, concentrated eyes, and how your tongue slightly pokes out from the concentration.

"I'm fine don't w-worry! It's just a scratch!" He tries to assure you, but you just scoff at that; of course, he would say that. Wanting to argue back, you couldn't as a knock echoes through the room, straightening your back as the queen walks in. Bowing slightly you greet her respectfully, your own mother closed behind her. "M-Mother!" Her face was stern as she approached her son. "What happened?" Telemachus was obviously nervous to answer her, knowing very well she hates when he gets hurt, on top of the suitors being the cause of this. "They provoked me. I had to fight back!" Penelope looks at him, disappointed, shaking her head slightly. "You shouldn't have my son, look at your face; that will leave a nasty scar. What would your father say." Her hands were softly on his shoulders as her words enraged him. "He would be proud! Proud that I try to protect my house and mother!" Pulling back from her, he turns his back to her frustrated.

The queen lets out a sigh, looking over at you with thankful eyes for being with him right now and patching him up before she turns around and leaves, your mother also giving you one last look.

"My prince I need to finish cleaning your wounds." He's stood with his back to you, looking at the picture on his nightstand, an old picture; you weren't even born when this was made; he was merely an infant in the arms of his mother, the king, his father beside them. "He wouldn't want you to keep hurting. Let me finish, please." Softly, your hand lays on his arm as he shakes his head, frustrated.

Guiding him to sit down on his bed's edge now, you crouch down to sit in front of him on the floor after getting the utensils you need to clean the wounds. Grasping his hands softly to clean the knuckles that were bruised and bloodied from landing a few good punches on Antinous. "Why..? Why can't I be like my dad? He was amazing.. She would've never scolded him for fighting for her.." You noticed tears gathering in his beautiful eyes. "Oh dear, you're her only son; she is worried. You're just as great as your father, and someday you will see that too, my prince.." Tears fall from his eyes as your hand reaches up to carefully wipe the tears away.

You finish cleaning his knuckles before going to clean up everything you had used. Glancing over to Telemachus again to see his face in his hands, form crouched over and small. "Telemachus.. Don't beat yourself up so much.. Please.." Taking a seat beside him, you didn't treat him as your prince and weren't sitting down as his maid but as his childhood friend. You know you were crossing some lines; you were a servant, and you shouldn't stay longer in his chambers, let alone sit beside him on his bed. "You're an amazing person, remember that time we were kids? When I got bullied by some of the royal girls visiting? I wasn't able to defend myself because I am a mere servant; you stood up for me, telling them off, telling them how much more royal my personality was than their ugly ones." He slowly looks up at you, red and puffy eyes looking into your own. "So start thinking better of yourself alright?" Hand moving to rest on his damp cheeks, his face softly nuzzling against your hand, eyes closed.

"Thank you.." The words softly leave his mouth, before opening his eyes again to look at you. "Of course.. come here.." Opening your arms, he eased into your embrace, his own arms around your waist as his head came to rest on your shoulder. You know this was something he needed right now, a soft embrace to assure him everything was fine. "You're fine.." One hand is softly rubbing over his back, while the other one softly pats over his brown hair.

"I am.. Thanks to you." He leaves your embrace now with a smile. "I'll grow stronger for my family and you!" He has a grin on his lips now as he announces he will grow stronger. Looking over to his balcony now, you follow his gaze, gasping softly. "Woah.. An owl.. And such a pretty one at that too.." You smiled; the owl looked pretty, a light brown with a white spot, and the ends of her feathers looked like they shimmer gold in the sun. Telemachus, though, was shocked that Athena would show herself that easily and even speak to him in his head. 'I like that one, court her.' Before flying away, make you run onto the balcony to watch the owl fly away.

Telemachus quickly follows you as he watches Athena fly away, a bright red hue on his face from her words. "Oh my, you're so red! Do you have a fever?" Looking at him worried and before your hand could meet his forehead to check his temperature, he runs away laughing, yelling how his training should start now and he needs to get stronger, making you giggle and follow him, Argos quickly joining you two.