#but it’s been a while and i need a refresher

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Shanks Fluff // Angst Compilation 

Summary: A compilation of Shanks angst and fluff from my multi character posts (You're Wounded, Type of Date, Paradise, Nightmares, I Love You, Kisses, Cuddling, You're Sick).

Genre: Fluff // Angst

CW: None // SFW

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You’re Wounded: 

Makes a light joke, inspects the wound himself even if there’s a doctor present, will help bandage you up if you need it. Pretends to be nonchalant about the entire thing, is panicking inside. Fully realizes the depths of his affection for you, is terrified to realize it’s love.  

Type of Date: 

A carnival or fair for sure. He’ll bet you a kiss you can’t get a higher score than him throwing darts at the balloon board and then proceed to ‘accidentally’ stumble into you when it’s your turn so you have no choice but to kiss him (also the sort to beg you for a kiss on the cheek and then turn his face so you kiss his lips). He’ll buy you cotton candy, funnel cakes, and all sorts of unhealthy confections, insisting he doesn’t want any only to steal big bites of yours. And when he loses at the ring toss, he’ll just steal a stuffed animal prize anyway claiming it’s an ethical crime because those games are rigged. You'll probably end up sitting at a bar for quite a while after having a few too many drinks. 

Paradise 1: 

Escaping the chaos of life and climbing a desolate hill, sharing a late afternoon snack as you stare up at the clouds and point out different shapes, saying, “that’s you,” when you see a funny one. Arguing over which one of you gets to be the dragon cloud, your argument turning into roughhousing and the two of you accidentally rolling down the hill, him laughing and kissing your cheek when he knows you’re okay and then starting the argument again. 

Paradise 2: 

Tossing and turning in bed, waiting for the clock to strike midnight, sneaking out as soon as it does and meeting them at the spring just inland. Stripping out of your clothes and diving into the warm water with him, splashing each other and floating on your backs, losing track of time and hurrying back to the ship when the moon dips below the horizon. 

Nightmares: 

It’s all fun and games as he chases you down the beach under the full moon, both of you splashing in the shallows, the mugginess of the summer night somehow refreshing after a few too many drinks. He doesn’t run very fast at first, giving you the head start he always does, the one you complain about, but when he does decide he wants you in his arms, he picks up his pace, only to realize you’re much further down the beach than you should be. He runs faster and faster, and with each step, you seem to get three more away from him, until the outline of you is rapidly disappearing. His throat begins closing up as he realizes he’ll never catch you. And when he wakes on deck, a half-empty booze bottle in his hands, he sets it aside and searches the ship for you, not catching his breath until he finds you sleeping in his bed, right where you belong. 

I Love You: 

The two of you have known each other for years before the words ever leave his lips. You’ve been through so much, and you never felt the need to put a label on it. But one night, you’re both swinging in a hammock on a beach, you in his arms and him sipping a bottle of booze, and he says out of nowhere, “you know that I love you, right?” You think he must be drunk but he insists he’s not, telling you it struck him recently that he’d never told you before and he really should in case something happens. He wants you to know how he really feels and how much you mean to him. 

Kisses: 

You’d better like the taste of liquor, weed, and cigarettes because that’s what this man tastes like. And you know that’s what this man tastes like because his tongue is always in your mouth, his scruff pushing against your cheeks. He has no sense of propriety, and you’ve probably made out in front of the crew more times than you haven’t. You’ve also made out on the beach, in countless dark alleyways, and just about anywhere else he can convince you to have him. He’s the type to shove his tongue down your throat, but what he really wants is for you to shove yours down his throat. 

Cuddling: 

Often holds you in his hammock, swinging slowly back and forth, his hand down the back of your shirt so he can mindlessly stroke your soft skin, sometimes humming an old sailor’s tune as he does. When he falls into bed drunk, though, he’ll wake you up asking you to cuddle him, often times by nuzzling you with his stubble until you wake up giggling. 

You’re Sick: 

You didn’t know Shanks could cook, but there he is, stirring a pot of soup on the stove. And he’s wearing an apron over his boxers, of course. He’ll feed you if he has to, but you will be eating, and he’ll make damn sure to keep your spirits high with some light jokes. Oh, and he’ll most definitely draw you a bath, but you’ll be sitting in it together. 

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[thewritetofreespeech]

words: 1.3K rating: E pairing: Gale x Tav [pining stages of Act 1] summary: After so long of being unable to touch, Gale is finally able to experience physical intimacy for the first time in a long time. Even if it's just by himself. [ based off of a request for more details on the bg3 masturbation headcanons I did previously.]

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It had been a few hours now since Elminster had left. His old friend likely on the long journey back to Waterdeep, or whatever far parts of the realm ancient powerful wizards wandered off to.

Gale touched his chest for the first time in a while without total fear. The spell Elminster had put on him had worked. The orb felt less volatile than in the past. It was still there, laying heavy near his heart like a stack of bricks, but not like a stack of tinder boxes waiting to explode.

The knowledge of what this respite came with also weighed heavy on his heart. Mystra has asked that he make the ultimate sacrifice for the realm, and for her forgiveness. The latter of which was not guaranteed.

There had been a time during the beginning of his banishment when he would have gladly done as she asked. Blown himself up in spectacular glory. Opened every vein and let his life blood spill out to paint her likeness on an open canvas. He would have done anything for Mystra. But now….

Gale looked across the camp to where Tav was chatting with Lae’zel and Shadowheart. The three in a heated discussion from the looks of it, likely on what to do about the crèche and how to infiltrate it. Where they go next is of little concern to Gale, because it has no consequence for the damned, so he just looked at Tav as they tried to mitigate the argument.

Since that time in the Weave with them, Gale had been nearly fixated on their leader with a passion he thought only reserved for his goddess and books. But what he felt for Tav was so very different from those feelings. Where he revered Mystra he…respected Tav. Their strength. Their decisiveness. Their generosity to help and extend a hand to any in need. Their willingness to admit fault. He’d been beguiled, and the outer package did very little to help dissuade their spell.

Gale felt a tell-tale tightening of his pants beneath his robes as he continued to look and think on Tav, and was prepared to dampen those feelings down like always. With the orb he couldn’t risk any undo stimuli to his person; not with an ancient blight that wiped out civilization stowed away in his chest. But….that wasn’t an issue anymore, was it? The clock had stopped, as Elminster said, so he didn’t have to worry about blowing up. Just doing it at the right time, according to Mystra’s orders.

The wizard slipped back into his tent, unnoticed by anyone. He didn’t think that anyone would bother him right now. Assuming that Gale needed time to think in light of the circumstances. Which, he did, but not right now. There would be plenty of time to hyper fixate on his problems later. Right now, he wanted to test a new theory.

Unlacing his top tunic, he looking down his body towards his bulge now visible in his pants. Gale hesitated, but then slowly drew his hand closer to rub his palm over it. Instantly he moaned. It had been so long since he had felt the sensation of touch this way on his body. Depression and then fear drying up his libido like herbs on his balcony back in Waterdeep. But now a summer rain had come to refresh it. A reprieve. A chance to feel again. He didn’t want to waste it.

Removing the lacings on his pants as well, Gale opened his trousers and his cock sprung free. Seeming to know what was going on and more eager than its master to be touched again. He grasped the shaft and began to stroke himself. A burning tingle crackling up from his fingertip, down to the base, and up his spine. He forgot how good it felt to be touched. How long had it been since he touched himself?

With Mystra, their intimacy had always been noncorporeal. Mind altering. Mind shattering. But bodies completely removed from the process. He thought he didn’t need touch when he had the ‘touch’ of a goddess, so he did not imbibe in such activities. Then the option was taken away from him, and he could not imbibe. So he genuinely could not remember hold long it had been. Had it always been this good? Or was his long bout of abstinence merely the cause?

Gale couldn’t think more on his hypothesis as his hand sped up and his mind became soul focused on that feeling. He was beginning to pant. Drooling, even. He can feel that he was going to cum fast but doesn’t stop. His seed shot out in a long, thick ribbon on the side of his tent that he would clean up later, but he doesn’t stop. He needed more. Even as his cock twitched from having just came, it still cried out for more.

His other hand came up to touch his body. Play with his chest. Touch his nipples. He couldn’t remember how he used to like it before, and his fogged mind was not helping make decisions. His hand reached down into his pants as well to cup his balls, and Gale was cumming again quickly as he fondled himself. Still not enough.

Moving to take off all of his clothes and lay down on his cot, Gale attempted to calm his breathing as he slowed his hand. His cum acted as a lubricant now to help slide his hand over the still hard flesh. He hadn’t been able to jerk off this many times in a row since he was a boy.

As his hand slowed, the fog in his mind seemed to clear a little. Breaking way to the brightness of Tav’s face. He wondered how they would touch him. How those hands that gripped their weapon so tight, and the callouses at their palms, would feel against his cock. Gale whimpered at the thought. His hands were too soft to imagine it properly.

He thought of them being here, with him. Kissing them like he should have during that moment in the Weave. Touching their body as well as they moaned and whined under him. He could almost see it. Conjure it. But he would not insult Tav by making some malformed copy of them with magic. He wanted the real thing.

His fantasy continued until he came a third time, hot & sticky over his hand, and Gale seemed to calm down. Feeling finally sated for the first time in a long time. Who knew masturbation could be a form of self-care?

“Gale.”

The wizard jumped. His pliable peace ruined as he heard a familiar voice outside his tent. One he had just been fantasizing about moments ago. “Y-Yes?”

“I um…I just wanted to make sure you were ok. And see if you wanted anything for dinner?”

Gale was surprised as he didn’t realize how late it had gotten. “Oh. Dinner? No, not really. I can get started soon….”

“No, no! That wasn’t what I was asking. I can do it tonight. You just…if you need some time…we’ll be out here when you’re ready.”

He heard the shuffle of boots walk away from his tent. Their concern touched him. The clear worry in his voice over him pulling something in him that not only made his loins burn but his chest feel tight. But in a good way, not in the way this damned orb felt.

Gale decided then and there that he would not waste what little time he had left on wishes & fantasy. He would tell Tav how he felt. Then he could die without regret. He would just need to come up with a plan to tell them. Someone as beautiful, kind, and perfect as Tav deserved more than just a simple confession. The deserved the moon, the stars.

Gale’s eyes widened as he suddenly remembered a spell he’d created long ago. He’d have to remember how it was done but yes. Yes! That could work.

[anadiasmount]

https://www.tumblr.com/anadiasmount/766146994146295808/could-you-write-something-about-jude-realising

I loved the only jude pov idea so could you write something about jude telling his (and/or your) parents that he wants to marry you and he’s been thinking about it for a while and that he’s convinced you’re the love of his life and he will do anything he can to prove it to you every single day

this might be a little rough but hubby jude has my heart… 😕😕

“here’s your morning juice and vitamins, don’t forget we have a dinner tonight,” you half understood jude as he spoke quickly, he was late for training like usual, but he never left without saying goodbye. whether you were awake or not, a kiss on your cheek and he was gone for the day. though today seemed different, felt different but you brushed it off.

jude was running late to his appointment, he had no training today but you didn’t have to know that. he went to a small yet very popular jewelry store in downtown madrid, where he had picked out your dream engagement ring. he needed your friends help and they were more than willing to make that trip and helping out a nervous jude.

the ring was set to pick up, and he would ask for your parents blessing tonight when you visited them. you were oblivious, they were oblivious. only your friends and him knew about this. yet all he wanted was the scream that he was closer to marrying you. he had no doubt that you’d say yes. jude knew you wanted to get married, with him. you had drunkenly confessed after a night out and reminded him weeks later when you said your first “i love you’s”.

so jude was ready. you were ready.

you had graduated and landed your dream job. he considered you as his wife already. you knew him from the back of your hand but with jude, he wouldn’t fail to answer any questions related to you. whether it was from your favorite foods, to a movie, to a makeup product, to a favorite memory, he knew all of you. inside and out.

your friends had gasped and covered their mouth, eyes tearing up when jude showed them the ring. they all were in awe, jude especially since it was getting real for him. he couldn’t deny that feeling in his chest, getting choked up with his own emotions, knowing you were his forever home. the only home he wanted to be in, in this life and the other. “it’s absolutely gorgeous jude!” one of you friends reclaimed.

“our y/n is going to love it!” replied your other friend to while jude let out a breath of fresh air. “when do you plan to pop the question?” they asked, “after international break, we have a couple days together and i want to take her on a small getaway. but i want to get her parents blessings first, which we’re doing today because we’re going over,” jude nodded, hearing them let out a small squeal of excitement.

“look mom…” jude whispered, his dad sitting down next to her as jude pulled out the red velvet box from his back pocket. “is this what i think it is?” she gushed, opening the box gently, her hand resting against her chest as she admired the ring. “having this around me is so tempting you don’t understand. all i want is to ask her to marry me,” jude smiled, immediately thinking of you.

“i don’t even have to ask if you’re sure, your eyes and smile say it all,” his dad said making jude look at them. “we’re happy for you both. there’s no doubt in my mind that the two of you are made for each other. while marriage can be hard, it’s also the most beautiful thing that’s ever been created. she’s your soulmate, protect that forever,” his dad continued, standing up to give jude a hug. where he couldn’t contain his emotions.

“thank you guys for everything…”

on the way back, jude had picked up a few groceries and snacks for you. along with his bouquet of flowers since it was time to get a refresh. making sure to stock up on waters and different beverages as well.

after a while jude had returned back to your house, immediately looking to see where you were. “y/n? darling?” he asked, “in here! i’m in the study!” you yelled, meeting jude by the doorway where he engulfed you into his arms. “god i missed you so so much,” he murmured, smelling the sweet scent of your hair. you tippy toed and pressed a small kiss on his lips.

jude laughed at the small state you were in, hair in rollers, and he was guessing setting powder beneath your eyes and nose. “i’m almost done getting ready, i just had to quickly take a call because they needed me to give authorization for something. do you know what you’ll wear?” you say as you walked into the kitchen and drank water.

“yes i do…” jude couldn’t stop staring at you, that look he gave you full of love and respect. “i know i look funny but it’s just the powder,” you laughed, “stop! why are you looking at me like that!” you exclaimed walking over to where he sat. “because i love you, but you do look a little goofy with this on,” he joked feeling the playful slap on his shoulder. “go get ready! now before we catch traffic!” you said seriously while jude just nodded.

while jude anticipated to be nervous, he wasn’t. the sense of comfort yet worth filling his head. this was a huge deal, asking your parents for their blessing. but jude could radiate the answer from a mile away. the love you had together was so traditional and old school, the two of you loved that. it didn’t exist much these days, but the love you and jude had made everyone around you feel alive and happy.

as the night filled with laughs and talks of the past, you had taken over and helped your sister in law with the babies. jude knew this was his chance so he booked it, watching as you disappeared and went upstairs. “could i talk to you both?” he whispered seeing how their faces pulled into confusion but followed him either way. the three of them sat in the living room, jude pulling the ring back out from his back pocket.

“i’ve never in my life been so tempted to risk it all for a person. y/n is my person. my happiness. my home. my all in this world. i never knew if i’d find that. but with y/n it was a quick and undeniable feeling. i feel like i’ve known her my whole life. she knows me more than i know myself, and i knew she’s the one for me since she’s stood and sacrificed for our love…” jude said, your mother letting out a few tears as she looked at the ring.

“it would be an honor if i could have your blessing to marry your daughter. i promise you now i will take care of her forever. not just for marriage, but it’s because im giving you my word. because i love her with my entire heart…” jude asked shakily, knowing how much this meant to you and him. knowing this is just a step closer to finally having your happy ever after.

“you have my blessing jude,” your dad said, standing up and hugging him deeply, knowing there’s no hesitation because jude has never given them the reason. that he knows jude isn’t lying and will stick to his word. “yes you can marry my little girl,” your mother gushed going to jude and hugging him tighter, the two men laughing. “you did an amazing selection with the ring… she will love it,” she said.

“i’m willing to prove whatever it takes to show her how much i love her…” jude sealed. “what are you all doing without me,” you came back with a huge smile, joining your parents and boyfriend.

“i want in on whatever it is…”

[petriwriting]

Father of the Year - Dad!Theodore Nott X Reader

Summary: Pure domestic bliss. Female reader. suggestive ending.

"Good morning, Dolcezza."

You are met with the dreamy eyes of your Husband, Theodore Nott. His eyes are tired, you can tell. But he has been awake longer than you, as he is already dressed and wearing his expensive cologne. He smells sweet, like the sea. you nestle into him as he lays by your side in bed. you yawn and stretch, before leaning up after a few minutes.

"I made you breakfast." He says gently rubbing your arm. "The kids are already dressed and fed," he continues. "So you can take your time." You nodded and kissed him. It was sweet when he allowed his more nurturing side to come out. It's part of the reason why you married him.

You scurried off, stopping himself in the doorway. "The shower is on for you, should be warm by now." He added. you couldn't be happier. you smiled. looking through your closet for a comfortable linen dress to wear. You spent a little bit longer than usual getting ready. It was refreshing to have a little bit extra time to look after yourself since lately you had really been focussed on your children. They were the product of a beautiful marriage and made your family truly beautiful.

There was Theodore Junior, named after his father. He went by Teddy for short. and despite his name, he took after you sharing a very similar personality. He was feisty, with dreamy eyes like his father and a head of dark curls. he was younger than his sister. Alessandra, after Theodore's mother. Sandra for short. She was an absolute daddy's girl. she took after her father in the way that she was quiet, and very clever even for a young girl. you had blossomed into such a beautiful family.

Once you had showered, changed, brushed your hair and teeth you were ready to start your day. as you made your way through the hallway of the Nott manor, which was newly renovated and populated with people who would cherish it. Once you entered the kitchen, you saw that your breakfast was all set up for you, everything down to the glass of orange juice, and the pleasantly scented lit candle on the table.

while you ate, Theodore had emerged, dressed in a cape with a cardboard microphone. "ahem," he says finally as you begin your meal. "From the playwrights Teddy & Alessandra Nott,"

Teddy emerges, dressed as described, a 'zombie dragon'. He was wearing his fathers old slytherin scarf wrapped around his head and neck, with cardboard scales attached down his back and finally some green winter gloves. He looks absolutely adorable. Alessandra is wearing a glittery gown with a shiny crown on her head, she is holding a makeshift wand.

"I present to you the Princess and the Dragon." Theodore says. He steps aside and quickly grabs another toy prop, a sword. As you enjoy your breakfast with a cup of fresh hot tea, you watched the play unfold.

It is a very compelling story about a brave knight who saves a princess by fighting off a dragon. super original stuff and a very compelling story.

After finishing your breakfast you enjoy watching your family bond. The kids are very sweet, and they love their father dearly. Alessandra starts cleaning up after their play concludes with your applause. "That was beautiful!" you cheer encouragingly. After tidying up Theodore helps his kids make sure everything is put away. "Why don't you give your audience a hug?" he suggests to his daughter. Alessandra runs up to you and opens her arms. "I love you mama." She says kissing your cheek.

"I love you too dear." you say. Teddy caught on, a little bit jealous. "Mama I want a hug!" he says, hugging you and his sister tightly. "Of course." You embraced your children tenderly, and once you realized the time you were panicked with worry. they would not be late but you needed to leave very soon. "Come on now kids, it's time for school." Theodore says. Your children then gather their school bags and follow their father out to door where he would walk them off to school. Theodore had enchanted the dishes, which were previously dirty, now being washed in the kitchen. your husband loved acts of service to show how much he loves and cares for you. It was why you fell in love with him in your younger years.

"Good bye mommy" your children chimed before heading out the door with their father. You were in love with this family you had created. you would be heartbroken when the time came for them to go to hogwarts, but were also elated for them to have that experience. You couldn't help but think of when the day came as you toyed with Theodore's old scarf from his school days. You could clearly remember the day you first noticed him wearing it.

After a few moments you found yourself curling up on the couch. shortly after relaxing and settling in, Theodore came back. "That was a beautiful play. Compliments to the writers." you said with a chuckle. "They have been planning and rehearsing that for months." Theodore admitted. "It was adorable," He said sitting next to you on the couch, your head rested on his shoulder. "Thank you for everything this morning." Theodore leaned back so he was facing you. "You shouldn't have to thank me for looking after my family." He says, gently putting a piece of your hair behind your ear. "That includes you." He reminded you. you were thankful and offered a slight smile.

After a few moments his eyes had hypnotized you and you kissed him deeply, passionately. after all you did have the day to yourselves while the kids were at school.

After some time it became heated, and the straps of your linen dress had fallen and you found your hands inching up underneath your husbands shirt. you shared a slight glance before realizing you were on the same page. "do you want to-?" Theodore asked, looking at you as if it was the first day he fell in love with you all over again. as if you were his whole world. and you were. "yes." you chuckled.

Hand in hand, you wandered upstairs for some private time without having to worry about your children. moments like this were rare but still very special.

[madeby-meru]

Jason Epsiode 9 Thoughts

Yesterday I played whatever I could of episode 9 on Jason's route and finished watching the rest on youtube, so I wanna share my thoughts (generally speaking tho, I actually enjoyed the episode! it was honestly refreshing after.... everything, lol)

beware of spoilers under the cut <3

Okay, this was quite surprising for me. From what I had spoiled myself already I could tell that I was going to like some things about the episode, but I was not expecting to feel overall so positive about it!

From the beginning, I personally really liked all the tidbits of the common route. I liked seeing Tasha and Zahra play cards (seeing their relationship and how close and friendly they seem, what they like, etc), and I also liked the time spent with the inters, they were fun and I generally enjoy seeing the MC interact with other characters. I did miss some more interaction with the other routes, I chose Thomas to work with and honestly it felt like he was barely even there :/ it would have been fun to see him more with the interns and talk about the project he was working on. I don't know, I like this type of "filler" stuff that tells you about the characters and how they act and interact with other people and in different situations, it makes them feel more 3d and real and I fell like this is something the game lacks a LOT. It's nice that we are very focused on our route from the get go cause we get many moments with them, but at the same time it makes the experience very isolating and you dont get to know anyone much besides your route (you also have way less chances to get affinity with other characters, which bothers me honestly, I don't like feeling "locked" with the LI i chose). It gets boring for me but I understand that's just preference and that many people prefer this, so I appreciated all the common route moments we had this episode.

Now, Jason.

God, I absolutely loved it, the more I think about it the more I like it. I liked getting to know more about him, I liked the vulnerable moments, the looks to the side, the sad face, the smidge of angst. The special scene was cute, he looked so soft and kind while keeping that playful air. I wish they had some more banter and more jokes but I liked how they interacted in this episode and how it seemed llike 2 actual adults subtly flirting and connecting. He was very charming here.

HOWEVER, I need to be honest and mentioned all the stuff I didn't like at all.

First of all, it really bothers me that in the spanish version the characters don't seem to have a defined speech style at all. The way Jason speaks sometimes feels SO weird and it doesn't fit him at all. It takes me out so much to hear him speak like that.

Then the writing is... ugh. It feels like it has not been proof read at all, so many repetitiveness? It takes me out of the story a lot and honestly, it feels poor quality and that it has little care put into it

And it really bothers me how they repeated AGAIN the whole "i have never seen him smiled genuinely like this" GIRL YOU DID ????? ON EPISODE 7 ????? YOU SAID THE SAME THING THEN ????? is anyone editing these dialogues be honest with me beemoov

Lastly, my biggest enemy this game: Ysaline

I really, REALLY, don't like her. It bothers me how utterly dramatic she is with the whole "deal with the devil" bullshit (and the amount of times this sentence has been repeated is so obnoxious, we GET IT, be original ffs). Specially cause what the actual fuck has this man done for you to antagonize him and judge him so much? 5 random people that you knew for 2 days told you he was bad and you ran with it, girl have some actual thoughts of your own and stop judging people you know shit about.

Because I am seriously asking, what has Jason done to be "THE DEVIL"? Work hard? Cause that's all I have seen.

(And where did that episode 5 stuff with the "You owe me a favor now" go ???? did everyone forget about this ???? this "deal with the devil" bullshit again ???? I was expecting this to be a relevant line but we are going on episode 10 and I only hear crickets, it has't even been mentionned I really hate how utterly disconnected the episodes feel and how we have literally no plot)

And god Ysaline gave me so much second hand embarassment when she kept accusing him og using Tasha to spy on Devenementiel ????? GIRL? First of all, you are the new hire of a 7 people company, what the fuck would your 16 year old sister have ???? Devenementiel doesnt even have confidential information why would Jason even CARE. This was EMBARASSING.

Also, Jason telling her that he motivated Tasha by telling her that Ysa would be better ?????? Bro what makes you think that, all you have seen of this woman is her being an absoute mess, doing the most stupid and ridicuous bullshit, NOT WORKING (miss girl was out strolling around the city looking for apartments during work hours, she barely even worked that day), and not being able to even organize a damn birthday party. What about this woman is capable or competent? Aren't you supposed to hate incompetent people? hm?

I really mean this but these two have so little chemistry that is DRY as a desert I don't understand what Jason could see in her cause everything we know about the character would point to him disliking her. In his route what would make sense is for Ysalinne to be super hard working person, someone competitive and very focused on her work that takes her professional life seriously. THAT is someone that I can see Jason liking and somewhat admiring and wanting by his side.

Anyway, tldr: I liked this episode, I hope we get more like this, I hope Ysaline grows the fuck up and I hope we have more fun banter and jokes and flirting instead of creepyness <3

[mangoisms]

not a sentence i was expecting to read tonight but ok

[fraternum-momentum]

bonus: "washing off" Kylar's wounds:

[rubistella]

Those fingers… Gods, the way they traced over his scars, how they seemed to know every seam where flesh and memory met in a blend of ecstasy and agony. It was so good that might as well have been criminal... sinful even. Every way capital in the crushing appeal of its deadly delight.

Astarion’s lips parted, giving in to sweet, breathy sounds, notes falling into dwindling ohs and a staccato of breaths tumbling out between them. Had it not been for the lingering ache from their tryst earlier, he would have taken Halsin again— every inch that hunk of an elf had to offer. Because there was little else Astarion wanted more than to feel the druid whole all over again, to watch his puckered hole swallow that massive cock like he'd been starved, and make a show of it for the woodland elf to witness. But energy, what wretched thing, slipped thin. And he’d only snacked on his lover’s warmth so far, nothing else.

It was one thing to flirt with pain; testing the limits of his hunger was another beast entirely. Even Halsin, with all his strength, couldn’t have hoped to bring him back from the brink should starvation twist Astarion's instincts into feral need. It was unusual to say the least, being pushed over those limits— where lust bled into savage need. Cazador had seen to that, feeding him on weak rat blood, enough to keep the spawn functional through hours of obedience without breaking. A system of control that left him so weak Astarion would have passed out before hunger could ruin the night. But that was then, and this… this was now, and he’d tasted something better, richer, a vintage to render him an addict. His favourite kind of poison.

Now, the pale elf’s fangs ached for another draught of it.

“How do you do this…?” Astarion breathed a pained, yet blissful sigh, pressing forehead to Halsin’s, tangling their strays into love knots and letting the druid’s breath slide into his mouth like kindled flames.

Breathing in sync with a vampire hit different; each inhale drew the same air flowing out that had come in, chilled, refreshing— oxygen that Astarion’s body didn’t process simply rushed right back out. “Gods, just… get off to it already, or you might as well find yourself hilt-deep inside me again.” The pale elf’s impatience slid into a kiss, teeth clashing in a heated mess of yearning. One hand wrapped around Halsin’s cock, thumb rolling over the tip to run down its crown, rimming the spot just below his pulsing ridge while the water washed away all traces of pre just as it beaded from those tender glans.

“Come for me, my love…” Astarion whispered, a coaxing spell as his other hand latched onto Halsin’s nape, locking him in place, hazel eyes held captive in his own endless, crimson hunger. “I want to feel those shivers raking through your perfect body when you do it…”

Harming his lover was something to acclimatize towards, but seeing the enjoyment, no matter how depraved, comforted Halsin's mind. The throes of passion definitely gave way for some natural rough-housing... no matter the severity.

Astarion's grip was secure. With a pace as fast as his thievery among the many loose pockets of drunken bastards around bars, Halsin's manhood twitched as it was handled, veering those strokes about while its unfettered warmth flooded his palm.

Were it not for the bulky druid's presence, the still waters would have cooled to a chilly temperature. Naturally, the vampire's undead frame was invaded with warmth, almost making it seem like he was just as alive as the delicious elf before him.

"Like? My body yearns."

Simple. Powerful. If not for his response alone, those striking beige hues bore into Astarion, latching on as the only source of entertainment amid the dimly lit room. His alabaster skin nearly glistened amidst the moonlight with the help of delicate waters. Halsin's grip loosened, traveling amidst the pale surface to land themselves across his intricately scarred back.

Each secretive rune carved. Every delicate line formed. The seal of vile ownership.

A thought crossed to Halsin's mind. His morality roared at the suggestion. His lust sang sweetly in encouragement. 'Twas just to sate his lover's needs, no?

And so, the druid curled his fingers. Nails barely peeking their whites, an eights of an inch thick. Across each glossy, scarred bump of tissue, Halsin dragged them from the peak of the poem... all the way down.

It was wrong. It felt wrong. It should be wrong. But Astarion's words were the only form of confirmation that this should...feel amazing.

Through a face that seemed as compassionate as his vampiric lover, Halsin reached to land a kiss upon Astarion, taking careful consideration into nipping the lower lip as his hands surgically scraped against those scars.

"It's only right that I give you the same treatment, my heart."

[elliebell77]

sorry i havent been posting i think im burnt out rn

[pharawee]

you've got the kind of look in your eyes they could never tell no lie 'cause you feel it too

[runefactorynonsense]

Happy Year of the Dragon!!

[todayisafridaynight]

all day and all night i think of him

[deva-arts]

"Ick, you lived like this?" (Sonia's mind, 2XXX) She then proceeded to offer Sera a spa day to help with the sadness wrinkles.

I absolutely had to redraw this lol, the temptation was too great. It's also quite fitting, considering the recent discussions on Sonia. She's... Not the most tactful person.

+ the proper meme format lolol

And a reel because I love sharing these

Guess who I instantly thought of!

(lol I'm wondering if these reels are getting annoying)

[front-facing-pokemon]

[koka-mi]

najdbdhdjeh I wanna be held while I sleep so badly tbh it sounds so much more relaxing :'D

[abby420]

never underestimate the effect a refresh clean of your room, clean sheets, opening your blinds to let the sun in, starting a new hobby, and a good comfort meal can have on your mental health