#caught a lick

[darkurgediaries]

Mentally, I am here.

[panevanbuckley]

so many thoughts about this interaction (husband-coded) but my main one is the way charles looks at max when he thinks max isn't watching him 👀

[unstablerk800]

Little did Hank know that Connor, indeed, will put more evidence in his mouth in the future. ✨

[theoneofmanyofficial]

Can't relate

I say as I laugh in 10 alarms, 4 missed check up calls, 1 dog (35 lbs) dropped on me, and a karate chop (right in the stomach) from my sister

Also

This would be my reaction but in the opposite direction. Four alarms is not nearly enough for Silver. That boy needs an entire collection!

[tomatoluvr69]

I love the portion of a sleepless night where you’ve totally given up, and start looking at your phone for some relief of the frustration and boredom, but it’s a double edged sword, bc it’s like damn my entire brain and eyes feel like gravel right now, why am I reading Lucy Sante’s obituary of Paul Auster lmfao

[aloneonceagainaspredicted]

my brother in christ, you need to stop hating what people are posting about mark hoffman and start posting all the deep character analysis your heart desires or something because being pissy at the fandom won't achieve shit, i'm being sincere

[deathfavor]

@requiemofrebellion said: "3, 2, 1..." (hanma to kazutora , any verse !)

Send "3,2,1..." for a new years kiss from my muse

These grand celebrations aren't Kazutora's cup of tea so to speak, but he plays an important role in this new Toman. He knows he's expected to be there. If nothing else, it's a moment to flaunt to the world how a freed tiger is doing. How he thrives in the dark belly of the underworld. So Kazutora dresses to impress while still maintaining his own style. Leather and fancy silks, his usual earring, and other accessories that draw eyes to him. And it works, because when he saunters into the celebratory party, he can feel the crowd's eyes immediately focus on him.

He gracefully makes his way through the crowd, accepting a drink from one of the waiters that flits around the space like birds delivering drinks and snacks to guests. Leave it to Kisaki to spare no expense. It's impressive though, Kazutora muses as he takes a sip of the drink, gold eyes trailing over the crowd. He recognizes many of the faces, but some are new. All seemed to be basking in the luxury of this ornate party and delighted in the buzz of excitement. The ceiling to floor windows also offered a gorgeous view of the city and the fireworks of people celebrating. Undoubtedly, this event will be all the talk for the next few days.

Kazutora isn't interested in that at the moment, as pretty as they are. His eyes are searching, hunting through the crowd even as people try to get his attention. He entertains some, but his attention diverts as soon as he sees who he's been looking for.

" Hanma ! " Kazutora's eyes brighten as he sets his empty glass on a passing tray and makes his way over to the one he's followed all this time. The one whose never looked at him with disgust or fear.

Time passes, and while the tiger does part now and again, sometimes to dance, sometimes to fetch a drink, he isn't far from Hanma. And as the final moments of the year approach, Kazutora returns to Hanma's side, where he finds the towering male seated on a leather couch. As many people as there are at the event, most seem to give Hanma plenty of space for himself on the couch.

The countdown beings.

The tiger makes his move.

Kazutora flashes a confident grin as he approaches, fearless of the reaper. He slides himself onto Hanma, straddling his hips while his knees sink into the fabric. It's just enough that he can comfortably reach Hanma's face as the countdown grows closer and closer. It's strangely intimate to share the last dying moments of a year together, gold stares locked with one another.

3...2..1...

Kazutora leans forward, crashing his lips against Hanma's. But there's nothing unskilled about it. Kazutora knows what he's doing as he slots their mouths together and presses himself flushed against Hanma. There's jealous stares at them, but Kazutora couldn't give a shit about what the rest of these people were doing or thinking. His hands cup Hanma's cheeks, his eyes fluttering shut as he presses into the kiss further.

His teeth come to nip playfully at Hanma's bottom lip, soothed over when his tongue glides over where his teeth just were. They both taste of alcohol but Kazutora would gladly drink it from Hanma's lips if it were given. He sighs soft and quiet before he pulls back slightly. His eyes flutter to half-open, eyes as dark as the midnight skies with how wide his eyes are, dilated with his interest. His fingers trail down, along the slender column of his throat before simply resting against Hanma's chest. As for Kazutora, his pink tongue darts out, licking his own lips like he can swallow the last trace of Hanma on him while he flashes a pleased grin.

" Happy New Year ~ "

[selenya]

👅

[drawnecromancy]

🧡 Having one of their secrets revealed publically

🍒 Being hit on by a stranger

For Hélianthe?

From this ask game !

🧡 Having one of their secrets revealed publically

Oooo, that would depend on the secret.

The one thing that would make him smile and lie and use all of his charisma, skills, and maybe a bit of magical nudging to put people in his camp would be revealing to the court of Monthaut that he is a vampire. Because that shit will get him killed, and he needs everyone to not believe the person revealing the secret. He'd turn against anyone if they revealed it, destroying them first socially and then later making sure they never speak again.

No matter what it takes.

🍒 Being hit on by a stranger

Oh he loves being hit on by strangers, he hits on strangers all the time, he'd be flattered and hit on them back. Flirting with people in that way is like, one of his main hobbies when he lives in Forge, long before he's anywhere near the plot of Le prix du Sang !

One of the very first things he does around Atropa, actually, right after he's done being intimidating, is hitting on her. Because he's normal like that.

[invinciblerodent]

one of my favorite little pieces of headcanon I have been rotating around in my mind is that in the graveyard scene in Astarion's romance, there is such a realistic chance for being caught.

i mean, it's in the middle of the Lower City. it's literally in a hotbed of activity (criminal and otherwise), at a place that's frequented by mourners, and zombies, and elements even less savory than that. the security, even if it does relax, probably doesn't stop at night, or at least not for as long as it should.

in my hc, the Mortarch who is patrolling the grounds during the day lives in one of the buildings overlooking the graveyard, and i'm thinking about a possibility where she just... happens to glance out the window on her way back from the bathroom, and catch a not entirely unusual glimpse of a macabre couple. (This is Baldur's Gate. There are most definitely people who are morbid enough to want to make love on top of a grave without any specific inspiration for it, and to be fair, it'd be more concerning if someone's first thought at seeing that was "hm, well hold on now, one of them could be the deceased, and this moment could be a beautifully cathartic metaphor for rebirth".)

in this version, a shout startles them apart, and they have roughly a minute to disentangle themselves from each other and flee before the Mortach would make it down the stairs.

yanking clothes on to make themselves actually presentable isn't really feasible, of course: Astarion can manage to pull his pants up to the point where they're kind of on, if undone still (they were around his knees, the upward motion wasn't the difficult part, it was stuffing himself back in there that proves a futile task), and Iona manages to make a split-second decision and opt for throwing on his shirt (which is at least long enough to pass for a dress on her, if a deeply indecent one, especially with nothing else on), and it's with truly uncontrollable, free laughter bubbling from them (and the rest of whatever clothing they -mainly she- had on clutched in their fists) that they half-run, half-drag each other out the gate.

the city is fairly quiet, of course. it's gone past being late and well into the small hours of the morning, the pink dawn is just about to start licking at the tiled roofs, and even a city as bustling as Baldur's Gate is largely empty, as if asleep.

they run and stumble through the streets chased by the echo of their own giddy laughter bouncing off the walls. they dodge the patrolling guards and Steel Watchers by ducking into side-streets and doorways, pushing and dragging each other up against the wall for playful kisses- a ruffle of his hair, a squeeze of her ass, a thigh drawn up to his waist with a grip just this side of rough, a scratch down his chest and a nibble on an earlobe, they just can't keep their hands off one another for long enough to make it back home.

she bloody well squeals as his hand finds its way under "her" clothes as she runs up the stairs to their rooms (to be fair, her ass was at eye-level, what's a man to do?), and picking that lock should be the easiest thing in the world (the key? who knows. probably fallen out of her pocket and into a sewer somewhere. absolutely not important.), but not with the dirty, airy whispers in his ear and the hot, insistent kisses being mouthed onto his jaw, his neck, his shoulder...

the communal room may have been a mistake in retrospect, but the roof... may offer some privacy. probably. it's more than nothing, at least.

besides, there is scarcely a better way to greet the first golden morning of a free life than... bathed in its light, warm and content, while overlooking a city full of such endless possibilities.

[javiersprincess]

Rin after u dunk him in milk like an Oreo

licks him clean like a mother cat does to her kitten

[deathfavor]

@ofcrossroads said: ‘ i don’t need you doing something heroic. ’ (Chifuyu to Kazutora)

   “ That’s not a very nice way of saying thank you Kazutora! ” Kazutora replies, fingers still clutching the back of the jacket of the person that tried to attack Chifuyu. The guy’s out cold and the tiger doesn’t seem phased by the dead weight of another person. His smile glints in the moonlight as he looks down at where Chifuyu’s sprawled on the ground. “ ‘Cause he had a gun aimed for you so I think you did need me to.”

    Kazutora’s twenty and he should be in jail, but he’s not because he got set free. Somewhat. He’s at least traded a cell for a sanctuary under the leash of Toman. If you call it that; more like a shadow of Toman. “ Hanma sent me. Well, I suppose technically it was Kisaki. “ His nose scrunches up, disdain still evident. Kisaki might have set him free; that doesn’t mean he has to like the guy. Except Kisaki was better now than the one memory he had of him before so the tiger is tentatively willing to give another chance.

  Kazutora slowly blinks at Chifuyu, cocking his head to the side like he’s studying something he’s caught. “ I didn’t break out of jail before you freak out. They let me go for…corrupt trial or something like that? I dunno what Kisaki did. Anyways, that was two months ago. “  He shrugs and extends a hand towards Chifuyu to help him up. “ I was supposed to make my first appearance at next week’s meeting but guess they got word one of the other gangs was going on a hunt for higher ups like you tonight. So Hanma sent me out. “ It’s been successful ; Chifuyu wasn’t hurt other than maybe a scrape or two, he got the guy for them to torture interrogate, and that meant Hanma and Kisaki would be happy.

   He glances around and then back to Chifuyu. “ Do you have a car nearby or you need a ride? Probably best to not be out walking just in case. “

[nobodieshero-main]

another possible idea for tfc could be that they never make it to the ocean at all, and instead R is killed in Slova's place

[aibafiles]

not the weed incident

[phantasmaw]

Came to a realization earlier today at work that nothing scares Sovann (both in default verse & genpact verse) as much as a kind deity.

I could easily extend that to kind individuals in general, but considering their (insofar) fraught relationship with the divine and those perceived as divine, a kind deity is nothing short of terrifying for them. Cruel gods, impartial gods, distant gods, ambivalent gods, fair gods, quiet gods-- they know how to contend with those well enough. They won't default to violence the way they were taught purely out of spite, but that doesn't mean they won't antagonize. The genuinely kind ones, though, the ones who handle all matters in grace, who prioritize their followers but welcome those not of their faith with open arms regardless, who can look at filth and offer a gentle smile, those are the ones that petrify them to the point of immobility. Especially if that kindness is extended towards them. The fear doesn't creep in. It grips them all at once, it strangles them and fills them with nothing but frigid terror and panic. Because... why? Why, then, did all that have to happen? How are they supposed to contend with knowing kindness did (and does) exist, and yet things ended the way they did for both them and their siblings? Logically, they cannot wrap their head around that such cruel fates weren't deserved. Lowly creatures born of sin and night should be conquered, not cared for. Even if they refuse to accept that's how they were naturally born, that's what they were inevitably molded into. They should claw their way through all the wrong in the world to earn scraps thrown off the table. But they also deserve everything good in the world, don't they? A kind deity only further exacerbates the paradoxical dichotomy that they are stuck in: I am nothing and therefore I deserve everything, I am everything that could have been and therefore deserve nothing.

It also exacerbates their maladaptive responses to what most regard as basic social etiquette/empathy. They were conditioned to revile a world they wanted (and still desperately do want) to love. It makes them want to bite, maim, kill. Ironic, considering it would prove those long-dead false gods right. The only thing that would hold them back from going for the throat in those moments is that fear. What comes after kindness? They don't know. And it's not the unknown they fear, but the prospect of finding out. Naturally curious as they are, there were a great many things that were off-bounds for them-- that was chief among them. And it would be betrayal of the worst kind, wouldn't it, to thrive at the cost of the mercy they gave their siblings with sliced throats?

I know it's a bit of an elementary observation given the types of trauma Sovann holds, but kindness really does scare them. They don't know how to hold it. Especially not from anyone divine or anything touched by divinity. And, well, isn't nearly anything in the world touched by divinity in some way or another?