#but dont sneak back and try to edit shit that you already sent out

[animentality]

Did they get a postive response from adding those Gortash lines? I thought a bunch of people hateing on it instead? Also what if they removed the lines to change them a go a diffrent direction. I'm sorry. I have a lot of worry they wont do something I agee with.

The overwhelming reaction was positive. Durgetash artists went on Twitter to celebrate, and the small but passionate fans of the ship went nuclear here and on Twitter, and helped BG3 trend, yada yada, tale as old as time.

Most people don't care about Durgetash or Gortash. The majority of people you hear from would be the people who like both of those things. It's also a small ship.

The haters of that ship are even smaller in comparison, because the hand that reaches out will always touch more than the hand clenched into a fist.

And the only "legitimate" complainers, who don't just dislike the ship on principle, are the whiners who keep insisting their durges are lesbians, and how dare Larian "force" them into a relationship with a man - which is literally not what Larian did.

No one bitches about how Gale's ORIGIN completely precludes him from being gay.

I see no reason why you can't similarly have Durge's ORIGIN make them attracted to men. Or, you know. Enver is special.

Oh. And also. It's so fucking platonic, if you want it to be. Stop being stupid and just say you don't like Durgetash. It's as easy as that.

Stop using "lesbophobic" as a handy label for your self righteous soapbox. You just don't like the ship, and that's fine. It's FINE. But acting like Durgetash is lesbophobic - oh, go play a Tav.

And also, Astarion and Gale and Wyll better not flirt with you in game, even though you can tell them to fuck off, or else they're lesbophobic too.

That's the only discourse that gained traction on Twitter. As far as I know.

If Larian had made Gale wear blackface or something, and people got pissed, then yeah. They'd back up on that, and get rid of it pronto.

But Durgetash???

Aside from the general evil antics, they're not that fucking controversial of a ship.

Most people don't even PLAY the Dark Urge.

I don't know how to stress this any other way...

People act like Durgetashers are loud - we're honestly not that loud.

Astarion fans are far louder, and yet, the most romanced companion is SHADOWHEART and then Laezel and KARLACH.

He's not even in the top 3. And yet, he dominates the content on Twitter and Tumblr... he's definitely more popular than Gortash or the Dark Urge or Durgetash together...but his fans are still technically the damn minority.

So Durgetash in comparison to Starries???

Infinitesimal.

And Durgetash haters?

Would be even smaller.

So what I'm saying is...

I'm kind of tired of answering asks about this.

I don't KNOW for certain whether or not this is Larian backing up or walking forward, and while I don't believe they'd walk back on this, and especially not for a handful of people, it kind of annoys me to even think about things outside of my control.

now if Larian makes a big grand statement and says actually we totally rescind something WE WROTE AND ADDED TO THE GAME because some people got mad...then I'll call them cucks, and complain.

But as of right now?

As far as I know personally, and assume in my heart... it's neutral.

The lines are probably just bugged. Also, not ALL of them are bugged either, so.

Please stop freaking out, guys.

I am the world's biggest resident durgetash freak, and I'm shrugging at this, and just saying it's a bug.

Don't let it bother you. It's out of your control, regardless.

(And I stress again - if we find out they're legitimately backing away from something they did...they have the spine of a ham sandwich. But until we know that for sure, I won't condemn them for this, because as far as we know, it is legitimately an accident.)

[thefanficmonster]

Sweet Tooth

Corpse Husband x Asian Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Tooth-rotting (😉) Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse isn’t one to have a big preference or craving for sweet, sugary treats. In fact, he’d even go as far as to say he’s not at all a fan of candy. Well, much to his yet to be known delight, his partner Y/N takes that as a personal challenge.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your lovely request! So sorry it’s taken me so long to write and post it but here it finally is and I hope you come across it and read it despite the long time that’s passed. If you do, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤ 

“Hey guys! Welcome back to my channel!“ Y/N gives the camera a wave and blows it a quick kiss with their lips stretched in a delighted grin. They clap their hands together, turning to look at their guest who’s sitting in a chair on their right, his face covered with a sticker in the final cut of the video that their viewers have the opportunity of watching. “Ok, before we address the elephant in the room, I’m gonna ask the elephant himself not to move his head too much cause this is already gonna take a long time to edit, the last thing I need is to animate that sticker over your face to follow your movement.“

“Got it, babe.“ A deep voice replies obediently, earning an approving hum in response. However, just as Y/N’s about to turn to face the camera again, the mysterious - ok, not THAT mysterious - guest leans down and plants a kiss on their cheek.

“Brat!“ They squeal as they turn to glare at the person with narrowed eyes. He doesn’t appear bothered at all, chuckling as he wraps his arms around them in an attempt to soften them up. Sadly, his tries fall through as they proceed to ignore his affection instead of reciprocating it for the sake of being petty, “Everyone, this is my boyfriend Corpse.“

“Hello, I am hand.“ Corpse says, slowly waving his hand at the camera, “I shall be your entertainment tonight.“

“Oh this is no entertainment, I have a point to prove here.“ Y/N argues, breaking free from his arms before they bend down to pick up one of the two boxes that are resting by their feet. “You see, Corpse and I got in a bit of a scrap last night...“ they trail off, distracted by the contents of the box that’s now resting on their lap.

“I didn’t think me admitting to not liking sweet stuff would provoke such a dramatic reaction from Y/N but here we are.“ He interferes, lifting a finger in the air as though that will help him be heard better or would protect him in case his partner decided to go off at him.

Y/N just ignores his input yet again, continuing to address the camera, aka their audience, “So as you guys may or may not know, my mom’s Korean and my dad’s Japanese. Since they live in their respective countries for work purposes, that means I’m always one phone call - and a little bit of a wait - away from Korean and Japanese snacks at all times. I’m a person who constantly has a snack by their side so you can bet I make that phone call often. However, about a week ago, I made that call specifically for candy, the brands I was obsessed with as a kid. I don’t know what came over me but I think it was my fortuneteller sense kicking in because this mister over here decided to CASUALLY bring up the fact that he doesn’t like candy.” They turn to glare at him before continuing, “Anyways, so luckily, the package arrived only recently so I haven’t had the time to tear open all the candy and eat it all by myself as I was planning to. That being said, today I’ll be in introducing Corpse to the world of Japanese and Korean candy - a tighter circle of it, to be specific: the candy I grew up with.” They finally turn to Corpse again, the look on their face significantly different and a lot more pleasant compared to the one they gave him a bit ago. “So, how are you feeling, babe? Are you excited?”

Although the man’s face is blocked to the viewers, Y/N can still see him and they are pretty damn close to bursting out in a fit of laughter.  “I don’t know how to feel, actually. I know you have peculiar taste so it’s either gonna be a fun experience or I’m gonna very displeased with what you’ll have me try.“

Y/N rolls their eyes, “Trust me, you won’t be.” They put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only half humoring his nervousness, “You’ll only be trying six on camera, but my parents sent a ton more which you’ll be able to try later, ok? It was really hard for me to pick only six favorites by I don’t need this video crossing the twenty minute mark.”

With a heavy-hearted sigh, Corpse finally brings himself to rip the band-aid off and get this adventure started. “Ok cool, but don’t surprise me with anything, please. Show me what you had in mind to have me try so I can, you know, prepare myself.”

Y/N, who was busy taking out packets of candy just a moment ago suddenly stops in their movements to give him a look of disbelief, “You know none of these are poisonous, right? Like, I’m not trying to kill you or anything. There’s no cyanide, no rat poison...”

His laughter cuts them off, wrapping his arm around them and pulling them closer again, “I’m messing with you, babe. What you got for me?” He says, placing a quick kiss to their temple while sneaking a peek at the packaging of the candies they’re holding right now.

Wiggling a little looser in his grip, they first show him the three items before turning them to the camera, “These are from my mom, she sent them from Korea and they are triggering a massive wave of nostalgia right now, not gonna lie.” They giggle, adjusting the brightness a little so the products can be seen properly, “Ok so first we have the long biscuit sticks that come in many flavors but I asked for my favorite - green tea flavored, that is. Then we have Pumpkin Monaca which are probably one of my most favorite sweet treats of all time. I think you’re gonna really like them. And lastly from Korea we have these butter waffles which I used to eat for breakfast when I was running late for school - which happened often.”

Corpse snorts, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

His remark is overlooked as Y/N continues, now taking out three packets from the other package, “Now we’re moving on to my dad’s box. He didn’t disappoint either: we have soda-flavored jelly beans; Black Thunder chocolate bars which you’re only gonna steal one of because the rest are MINE; and last but definitely not least we have some classic milk candies.” Setting those down as well, they turn to Corpse yet again, this time giving his a mischievous smile that’s promising him trouble, “So, Mr. Corpse Husband, after this introduction, are you prepared to have your entire opinion o sweet food changed? And more importantly, are you prepared to develop an addiction to these treats?”

Corpse nods confidently, “Oh, I’m very prepared, thank you. Let’s just get on with it.”

Needless to say: boy, was he not as prepared as he thought he was.

It goes without saying Y/N proved their point and took the win today.

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[sunriseskog]

Steel PT3- Auston Matthews

Warnings: Angst, Cursing

Word Count: 1703

Part 1 Part 2 Requests are OPEN

It had officially been a year since you left. Auston kept a countdown on the lock screen of his phone. Anytime he would start smiling or joking around like he used to he would look at his phone and immediately return to the shell that Mitch had come to know. He knew it was Auston’s fucked up way of punishing himself for messing up so bad, and Mitch was the first to admit that he had messed up bad. But Mitch also knew that nobody deserved this, nobody should feel like they have to rip happiness away from themselves every minute of every day. But Auston did and at this point, Mitch didn’t think he was ever going to get his best friend back.

It didn’t take anyone long to notice the effect that your absence had on Auston, especially on the ice. He was playing, and he was playing well, but of course he was— he was Auston fucking Matthews. The thing was, he wasn’t playing safely. Hearing Auston say that he had nothing left to live for was one of the scariest moments of Mitch’s life, second only to actually seeing Auston play like he had nothing left to live for. Auston had missed more than a few games from either injury or suspension and the games that he did play resulted in him in the penalty box at least once. Honestly, people were starting to get worried, yes, of course, he was scoring and racking up assists like no player any team had seen before, but he was quickly approaching the point where he became more of a liability than an asset for the team.

It was around Bye Week that Mitch decided that something had to give. Auston had to all his head out of your ass and put it back on his shoulders, and Mitch was going to make sure it happened if he had to do it his damn self. So upon hearing that Auston planned on staying in Toronto and working out for the entirety of what little break they had, Mitch promptly added an additional ticket and an extra room to his and Steph’s reservations in Hawaii.

“You’re going and I truly, honestly, and really do not give a single flying fuck whether you want to or not,” Mitch said firmly before Auston could begin protesting, flaming the door behind himself for emphasis.

“You deserve this and you know it. Besides, I already talked to your boss and she gave you the time off so you’re pretty much stuck going with me,” your roommate insisted, turning you around and pushing you towards your closet so you could begin packing. You paused in the doorway and thought to yourself for a few seconds, upon realizing that there really was no way out of this, you shrugged and began enthusiastically picking out outfits for the trip; if there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it then you might as well have a good ass time. Your life had become completely, totally, and entirely consumed with work since the moment you arrived in Pittsburg and it had done wonders for your career. The only issue with that was that you had never really sat down and processed what had happened, in the moment it was easier to just shut everything off to deal with later, but then outside of the moment that was a hell of a lot easier as well, so you just… kept everything turned off. There was no sense in starting to feel shit again, especially with how well things were going with your job. Anytime you got a second the breathe or you felt any remnants of emotion sneak up on you, you just took on another project to keep yourself distracted. You were pretty sure you could do the same on this vacation, you’d just have to hide it from your roommate and fill any extra spare time with some resort-affiliated eye candy.

You were leaving the next morning, and while you appreciated the lack of time to mull and obsess over the work you were going to miss, you weren’t excited about only having a few hours to pack before heading to bed. You threw in a majority the casual clothes that you owned, given the move and your obsession with work, it wasn’t like there were very many. You made sure to throw in a variety of swimsuits and coverups, knowing you, you’d probably be spending a majority of your time tanning and laying out in the sand.

“Claire, i love you with all of my heart but why the literal fuck did you have to make our flight inside of the ass crack of dawn. I don’t even feel alive right now.” You groaned, leaning your head on your roommate's shoulder as the two of you made your way towards the boarding gate.

“Because this way, we get there right at dinner time, eat some fish and drink as many cocktails as our bodies can tolerate by the beach, watch the sunset, and then go back to our rooms and pass the fuck out for 12 hours,” she said with a cheer, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“…ya okay, that's fair,” you admitted with a shrug. “but I want the aisle.” You smirked, quickly running ahead of her to have your boarding pass scanned.

“goddamn it,” you heard her mutter, out of breath as she came up behind you at the airplane doors. “you know I cant run that fast! I buy you a whole ass vacation and this is the treatment I get?” She exclaimed, jokingly slapping you on the arm.

“Hey, I didn’t make you buy me this vacation, that was all you, b” you quipped back, placing your bag in the overhead compartment. You stood to the side with a smirk as you watched Claire reluctantly climb into the window seat. She had splurged for first class, so it wasn’t like the seats were bad, it had just been a running joke with the two of you since a work flight to Indianapolis almost ruined your entire friendship. After settling in and becoming accustomed to the altitude, you grabbed your laptop and began editing the proposal you boss had sent you that morning. Knowing Claire was already preparing some snarky comment.

“We’re not technically on vacation yet, and even when we are there really isn’t anything you can do to stop me,” you smirked, without taking your eyes off of the computer screen. She huffed under her breath but kept any comments to herself so you hummed gratefully and plugged in your headphones so you could begin working.

A few hours later, you had finished the entire assignment and managed to nap for a couple hours by the time the flight attendant came over the intercom to announce that you were beginning your descent.

“We’ve got like… less than a half hour layover and then we’re just jumping on a flight that stopped here to refuel, but there aren’t very many people boarding from here so we gotta hurry, dude,” Mitch emphasized, pushing both Auston and his suitcase so that the three of them didn’t lose all hope of making their flight.

“Planes can do that?” Auston questioned, shaking Mitch’s hands off of his shoulders and picking up speed slightly.

“well I’d fucking hope so, or we’re pretty screwed, aren’t we?” Steph sassed, pushing through the boys to walk in front of hem as she placed her sunglasses on the top of her head to try and find their boarding gate. Auston whistled at her attitude, giving Mitch a wink out of the corner of his eye. It was moments like this that Mitch had come to cherish more than was manly to admit. These glimpses of who his best friend used to be what allowed him to hold onto hope that he was still in there somewhere. Mitch’s sense of relief retreated quickly as he watched Auston look down at his phone. Mitch knew what was coming next, Auston’s shoulders would drop and his breath would shudder and his eyes would blink a couple times to keep himself from crying and then he’d retreat back within himself. Anyone who was around Auston enough to notice was familiar enough with his routine, but it didn’t change the fact that it broke their hearts nonetheless.

“no fucking way,” Claire sat up in her seat quickly. Jostled from the daydream she was forming while staring outside of the window. “(Y/N)… don’t hate me and don’t freak out,” she spoke slowly as if she were talking to a child.

“What?” You questioned with an eye roll, taking your headphone out to turn towards her.

“Umm… aren’t those Toronto Maple Leafs suitcases?” She hesitantly questioned, pointing out the window and turning her body so you could see as well.

“…no fucking way,” you breathed, feeling your heart drop in your chest.

“Okay, listen, it's probably nothing,” she rushed out quickly, attempting at some form of damage control. “the likelihood that its actually Au-“

“Dont,” you interrupted through clenched teeth. “Don’t… don’t say his name. Please.” You whispered, eyes still focused on where the suitcases were moving slowly up towards the plane.

“We’re technically in economy plus, but to answer your question, no we are not in first class, Auston,” Mitch repeated, getting frustrated with his best friend. “You go in front of us, we wanna sit together.” He pushed Auston in front of himself and Steph, wrapping his arms around her and leaning down to press a kiss on the top of her head. Preoccupied with themselves, the couple failed to notice that Auston had stopped dead in his tracks upon entering the plane. Crashing into the back of his best friend, Mitch almost missed the shocked gasp he had let out.

“(Y/N)…?” Auston choked out. Your head snapped up and you let out the breath you had unconsciously been holding since Claire had pointed out the unmistakable suitcases less than 20 minutes ago. ‘Shit,’ you thought, unable to tear your eyes away from him. ‘shit. fuck. what the fuck. what the literal fucking fuck.’

Notes: part 4 will be up by friday! As always, let me know what you guys think or if you have any requests :)