#caz being a not good person

[kykyonthemoon]

Hey can i ask for a request please?I'm big fan of you!Your writing is so good arghhhhh!Can i request Zayne x reader where they're like secretly dating but Zayne wanted to keep it as a secret but one day when we visit the hospital for checkup and a doctor from his hospital do the checkup caz Zayne got emergency something and that doctor start hitting on us but had to answer like we're single caz of the secret dating but Zayne got jealous and....u can make the rest of storyline as u please.Please if u want to write this kinds i'll be waiting!!I'm dying to see Zayne being jealous hehe

Dear sanc777,

Thank you so much for the request and kind words <3 Hope you enjoy this piece :3

His not-so-secret love affair

You and Zayne decided to keep your love affair a secret. It's all good, until another doctor starts hitting on you.

ಇ. Zayne x Female Reader/MC

ಇ. Tags: fluff, secret dating, established relationship, jealousy

ಇ. Word count: 1k1

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You went to Akso Hospital to have your regular health check-up. Normally, Doctor Zayne was in charge of this, but that day, he was at an unexpectedly important meeting. Since he did not want to delay updating your health status before an important mission, Zayne had requested that another doctor do your check-up.

At first, you assumed it was Greyson, who was frequently Zayne's substitute doctor. But even Greyson was busy too. So you had to take the documents to an unfamiliar doctor's office.

That doctor was rather young, having recently attended Akso Hospital. Even though he worked in the same department as Zayne, you'd never met him before. The check-up went well, and you were relieved since your health was better than expected - which you had Doctor Zayne to thank because he had always kept a close eye on you, since you started dating.

Even though you were officially dating, no one other than you two knew about it. The reason was because you had both agreed that this was not the right time to go public. You had many missions that required concentration, and Zayne was constantly concerned with maintaining professional boundaries between doctor and patient. Knowing this, you were the one who proposed keeping your love affair private for a while. Of course, Zayne agreed with you, but as time passed, you realized that being public or not would have little impact on either of you.

However, you soon had to reconsider that due to something that happened after your routine medical check-up.

You had nothing else to do here and had yet to return home. You strolled around the nearby area and waited in front of Zayne's office. You still wanted to see him before leaving. Your new mission started the day after, so you would not be able to see him for about a week. After a time, you noticed the doctor who had performed your previous check-up appear.

“You're not going home yet?” He asked. Then without waiting for an invitation, he sat down next to you.

The conversation that followed took an unexpected turn. You expected him to keep the same professional demeanor as previously throughout the check-up, yet he spoke extremely casual. Too casual.

“Why are you sitting in front of Dr. Zayne's office?”

“Ah…” You attempted to come up with an excuse. You could not let other people know that you and Zayne were actually dating. “I… My legs are tired so I sat down to rest for a bit.”

"Really? I thought you were intentionally waiting for Dr. Zayne to return.”

He laughed, and you felt very guilty.

“So…” He hesitated, then asked. “There's nothing between you and Zayne, right?”

"Huh?" You almost jumped up. Why would this person ask something like that out of the blue and make you panic?

“I mean, people in the hospital sometimes implied that Zayne and you were close. Sorry if I'm a bit nosy… It's just…”

"That's not true." You denied almost immediately. “Me and Zayne… We were childhood friends…”

Your heart ached. You wished you could tell him straight out that Zayne was your lover. Suddenly, you felt a bit regretful for wanting to keep this relationship a secret.

“Then, lucky me!” The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. “So that means I have a chance?”

“What chance?” You asked again.

“If you are still single, and there's nothing going on between you and Doctor Zayne, may I have a chance to pursue you?”

As if a lightning had struck your ears, your entire body tensed. This doctor was just too careless. He only met you that day and had already asked you out in such a brazen manner. Confused, you didn't know how to react when you heard footsteps behind you and an immense hand with scars was placed on your shoulder.

“Who said there's nothing between the two of us?”

That was Zayne's voice. You turned around and gazed up at him. You had crimson cheeks. Zayne locked eyes with the young doctor seated next to you, the same kind of stare that sent chills down people’s spines. It was about time for him to turn into ice.

Doctor Greyson, who stood next to Zayne, immediately covered his mouth and laughed. He escorted the freezing doctor out of that place, saying as he walked:

“I already told you. Don't even dream of Doctor Zayne's girl...”

“But… But…”

Seeing him being dragged away was a pitiful sight. But the fun did not last long as you quickly followed Zayne into the office.

He did not say anything but simply checked the papers on the table. You frowned. Even though you did nothing wrong, that attitude of his made you feel as if you had just committed a crime.

“Zayne…” You called. “I didn't know why he asked me out…”

“If I didn't show up on time, how would you handle it?” Zayne suddenly interrupted you, and you immediately replied:

“Of course I would refuse him!”

Zayne seemed uneasy. He pulled the tie around his neck a little loose and admitted:

“It's all my fault. I shouldn't have allowed another doctor to do a check-up for you in the first place.”

“How could this be your fault? It's nobody's fault. This is just a small misunderstanding.”

“It's not a small matter.” Zayne said, but he did not look at you. He turned aside, his eyes focused somewhere on the potted plant you had given him by the window. “Not small at all.”

You moved closer and leaned against Zayne's desk. Your hand adjusted the chair he was sitting on so that he would face you. You voiced:

“Your expression like this looks like you're being… jealous, right?”

Zayne was not the type to wear emotions on his sleeve. But his attitude then, with a face like he had just been punched, a little irritated and a little unreconciled, you knew for sure it was jealousy. Instead of trying to deny it, Zayne said:

“It's uneasy to witness other people flirting with my girl.” He seized your wrists. Long, chilly fingers began caressing you. “I don't think I could endure this once more if it happens again.”

Zayne's eyes lowered, and you could hear the sulking in his voice.

“Doctor Zayne. It's unprofessional to date your patient.”

You giggled. Looking at his expression, you wanted to tease him a bit.

“Who said that?” Zayne leaned towards you. His head slid onto your lap. “Obviously, that person needs to loosen up a bit.”

The person mentioned was Doctor Zayne and no one else. He had said that a long time ago, before you two formally began dating. Sometimes, you would bring that up to give him a hard time.

“That's right. So now, Doctor Zayne wants to make his love affair public?"

You stroked Zayne's hair. He replied:

“I let everyone figure it out for themselves before. But it's time for an official announcement. I want the world to know, you are my girl.”

[affectionatecorpse]

Okay so I see some people are debating what the monster from Still Wakes the Deep is. I'm inspired by the support from my Death Angel post, so I'm gonna try giving an analysis. Now science is not my strong suit, I'm much better at zoology, but here we go.

Of course, spoilers ahead!

So, the entity comes to light in act one. While Caz is being yelled at by his power drunk boss, Rennick, a worker going by the name Gibbo calls up to say there's an issue with the drill, something highlighted earlier by another worker. Rennick orders the drilling anyway, and thus begins the nightmare, as the drill seems to unearth and awaken a destructive parasite out for revenge. But I don't think that's as deep as it goes, pun intended.

Let's say, the creature is a parasite. A form of near sentient bacteria, though take that description with a grain of salt, I'm no scientist. Parasites simply cannot live on their own. That's an objective fact. They need a host. They exist within another for survival and breeding purposes, and multiply and spread through the body of another.

Parasites, bacteria and even fungi can live underground for years, and have been discovered to do so. Ancient lifeforms have been discovered just under the surface of earth, let alone deep underneath the ground and in the bottom of our oceans, one of the most complex and diverse biomes that our current science has barely scratched the surface of. It's highly likely this creature is a self replicating bacteria or parasite that was unearthed by the drill, and took up new hosts to survive in this change of environment.

But not every host worked. You can see half transformed, mutilated bodies everywhere, and some that haven't even changed at all. These bodies could not support the parasite and shortly died.

However, a few select hosts DID end up surviving; Gibbo, Muir, Rennick, Addair and Trots. It's unclear what sets these people apart from the others, and I don't know enough about this topic to claim an answer. But I certainly do think these folks died soon into the transformation, and are not fully conscious in the body. They frequently repeat terms and phrases, and never say anything you might expect from an entity possessing them, implying it's borrowing words and sentences that have been said by the host before, in other circumstances.

The entity plays with Caz's memories and definitely the others' too, though not all of them good. It wouldn't be a surprise to realise that's where it's getting information about it's host, as it reads the memories inside the brain to learn faces, names, and even the host's personality. Which makes me wonder, does it even realise what it looks like? Does the creature itself actually realise it's a parasite? Or does it completely and fully believe it is the person it's connected itself to? It almost downloads their personality and tries to pretend like everything is completely normal.

Let's talk about arguably the best monster (in my opinion), Muir. Muir moves about the area he frequently worked as what I assume was an engineer. He roams the familiar ground, almost unsure of why he's by himself. He often calls out to his coworkers, wondering out loud why they're treating him like he's different. Sure, this could be the real Muir's consciousness slipping in and out of the seams, but it's highly unlikely he would still be alive. Much like the zombie fungus, as it's often called, the host is not alive when the fungus is controlling it, and is merely a puppet. If the spiders it was corrupting could talk, I daresay, they'd be acting like them. Taking their place in the world, even if they don't realise it.

But every animal needs to eat. And eventually, that body is going to run out of tasty, tasty neurons. Like I said earlier, a parasite needs to spread. It'll breed, then spread to another to keep it's species alive. By infiltrating a 'pack' of animals, it will take anything to spread to the others. Which is exactly what the parasite does whenever it sees another human. Either that, or it will consume them, theoretically to feed the host so it stays alive, while keeping those tasty, tasty neurons for itself. You can almost see this process with Innes, as the elevator ascends without him, and you just faintly see Muir doing something in the distance. Likely consuming him for nutrients, as he was not connected to the parasite yet.

Next, there's Addair.

Addair, much like Muir, patrols familiar ground. Even though Addair himself wasn't even in that area when the drill struck. Now Muir was actively in that familiar space in the beginning, and it's safe to assume that's his place of transformation. But Addair was eating in the cafeteria when the incident happened, not deep down in the engine. Did he go down when the impact happened, while Caz was unconscious? Maybe. But the lights were fine then, and the engine wasn't the problem, so he didn't need a reason to. Plus, he doesn't seem like the type to be work dedicated, more inconvenience dedicated. Considering what I said about the parasite (badly) taking their place in society, did it go to his place of work after detecting that as his 'natural environment', per se?

Plus, unlike Muir, who greets the situation with quotes of confusion, fear and anxiety, Addair is instantly aggressive. Even an asshole like Addair is likely to panic if conscious in this situation, so the nervousness was Gibbo and Muir exclusive. But Addair and Rennick become immediately angry upon seeing Caz, as they actively disliked him in life, and so the parasite processes him as a foe to it's host. I thought that was neat.

Now another take I have admittedly heard from several other people, but I thought was worth mentioning. The monsters are incredibly similar to sea creatures. Which means this underwater bacteria was possibly leaking out already, and transforming our animals, not enough to completely corrupt them, but enough to twist their bodies. Think of the appearances of deep, deep sea creatures, such as the anglerfish. Isn't it possible this parasite was responsible for their uncanny appearance, in this universe? Muir especially looks like a spider crab, or perhaps even a bigfin squid.

Which again, is a deep sea creature. Rennick also reminds me of a blobfish once removed from the pressure of the deep sea. Addair seems very jellyfish-like, but may be something else very... tick-like. And even Trots gives me major merfolk vibes, with how untouched his torso is in comparison to his lower half.

This parasite could have been feeding off the neurons and breeding through our very ecosystem as the ground slowly gave away above it. The drill unearthing the source likely gave it a burst of control as so much energy was released at once, hence why it was so fast to literally spiral out of control.

But Scotland, by all means, is not the only place in the world connected to the ocean. Sure, they destroyed this batch, but other forms of this parasite live on elsewhere on earth. And the explosion may not have even destroyed it. It definitely would've destroyed the host bodies, yes, but certain bacterias can survive impressive damage, even heat hot enough to burn off human flesh. We'd best hope this is not one of those bacterias.

I didn't really get as far with this observation as I did with other horror studies, but I had fun nonetheless! Like I said, I'm really better with zoology (hence the sudden enthusiasm when I started on sea creatures), but I loved Still Wakes the Deep SO much that I just wanted to write down my thoughts. If you have any other theories, feel free to add them!

Also if I used your pictures/gifs and you would like me to add credit, I am so so sorry, I will absolutely add that as soon as you say so, I just got most of these off Google and couldn't find most the original sources. So yeah if you'd like me to add your name and mention, or you want me to remove it in general, feel free to just say and I'll add it, I don't bite I promise. Well... I won't bite YOU.

Sorry sorry, had to make a zombie reference--

[hoe4sports]

Discovering a new side (18++)

Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

A/N: This is a mature +18 imagine. Do not read if you are under 18, easily triggered or in an unsafe place. The Spanish is taken directly from google translate, so do not judge the Spanish. You get the point.

TRIGGER WARNING: Semi angry, strap on, light spanking, riding, domination, mommy. All the warnings basically.

(IMAGINE STARTS UNDER GIF)

The referee blew the whistle signaling for the match to be over. The fans broke out it screams of Joy, and the home team was jumping together in a circle screaming about their victory. Your girlfriend had just played a game against low ranked Scotland, and lost tremendously leaving their chances of the next World Cup in the trash. You both played on the Norwegian national team; but you were currently not playing as your acl was causing you pain. Caroline would always take it very personally when Norway lost, and it didn’t help that she hadn’t been scoring goals with Barcelona lately either.

As the match was over some of the girls fell to the ground, Aurora Mikalsen, Norway’s goalkeeper kicked the goal and chucked the ball out of sight. Everyone was finding ways to release their dissatisfaction, disappointment and imagining the dreaded headlines. Caroline was different. She would go quiet until she had processed what was wrong, and usually within a few hours she would be okay.

“Baby, come here” you said as you walked towards her on the field. She walked straight into you, and wrapped her arms around you for comfort. You looked up at the tall winger and she looked like she was dissociating. Dissociating was always her escape in times like this.

You walked into the warderobe where some of the girls were sobbing while others were trying to be as fast as possible. Gemma Grainger was Norway’s newest coach after the last coach had mentally ruined multiple of our star players. Gemma was a good woman and she was handed a national team that was a mess. “Girls, listen. We are allowed to feel sad right now. It’s okay, we need to process. Tomorrow, we start fresh. Our ranking has climbed from 12th best to 7th best. That’s something to be proud of. I want all of you, playing or not, to remember that you are the reason as to why we have skyrocketed the rankings.” she finished as the spirit in the group slightly brightened up.

As you got to the hotel, Caroline was watching the game on her phone. In a closer inspection, she was watching her mistakes over and over. When she finished, she jumped to the next game, watching all of her mistakes again and again and again. “Baby” you mumbled as you leaned towards the disappointed woman sitting in the chair by the desk looking more like an analyst than a player. “Maybe it’s time to put the phone away?” You suggested as you kissed the back of her neck lightly. No response. “Caz, how about some food?” You suggested as you kissed her cheek. “Caroline, perha-“ you started as she cut you off by turning around. “No Y/N, I need to figure out why I am not working!! I need to find a solution to this problem or I will end up never playing again!” She screamed as her eyes moved over to the phone again. You sighted, Caroline wasn’t one to yell and you had probably only heard her yell 2-3 times within the time you had been together. Strangely enough, you always felt a burning sensation between your legs as she showed her more, let’s say dominant side. That side only came out when she was angry and would yell. You decided to push your luck, and tried again. “Baby.. Let’s try to decided what to-“ you started as you once again was cut off by her turning the chair around to face you. “I said no, I don’t want too. Stop being so fucking annoying before..” she growled, but stopped as her eyes got glued back to the screen to see herself appear in the picture. You wanted to test your luck. You wanted to have rough sex. To have her be dominant. Assertive. In charge. But she would always be careful and sweet, and you loved that. But sometimes..

“Baby, take it out on me please..” you whispered in her ear as you let out a quiet moan. She didn’t respond, but you could sense that she was tensing up. “Baby, use me, please.. I can take it, I can make you feel better..” you continued as you could see her focus become less and less sharp. “Will you please take it out on me, baby? I’ll be a good girl for you.. ” you whispered seductively while letting your hands slip her shoulders and under her shirt to massage her breasts. She broke contact as she turned around and looked up at you. It was almost like her eyes had shifted to something darker, like her lust was pouring out of her eyes. Her breathing was heavier and you could tell that she was looking at your breasts. She was definitely a booby girl rather than booty. Lucky for me, as my boobs were bigger than the standard football player’s chest. You could tell that she was considering letting go, and you needed to act quick.

“Amor, por favor desquitate conmigo. Usa mi cuerpo, puedo soportarlo. Por favor, úsame hasta que te sientas mejor.

Her eyes sharpened as she dropped her phone. “Como quieras princesa” she said as her voice sounded lower than before. She stood up from the desk chair, and with one motion; she picked you up and forced your legs around her waist with her hands resting on your ass.

“Seré muy bueno contigo, lo prometo.” You whispered in her ear as you scratched her back with you nails. She let out a small moan, and laid you with your back facing down on the bed. She crawled over you, so that she was practically on top of you. You sent her your best “fuck me” look and she sweared under her breath as her hands started exploring your waistline. She leaned down and kissed you softly before you grabbed her hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugged on it forcing a moan out of her lips.

“No princesa, ahora estoy a cargo” she said as she looked down on you forcing you to let go of her hair. You nodded, and she went back in for another kiss leaning herself on her toned tanned arms. She touched your lips with her tongue forcing it inside to dominate mine. You moaned softly into her mouth as you couldn’t simply get enough. This was all you had dreamed about for the last year, and finally she let her dominating nature out. You could feel her hand loosing the strings on your pants.

All of a sudden, she flipped you around on your belly and yanked the pants off of you. You gasped as your wet thong came into contact with the cold air. On my back, you had her name as you were still wearing her jersey from the game. She was massaging your ass violently as she moaned. “Fuck baby, my jersey.” She moaned as she tugged on the jersey. “Yes baby, I made sure to let everyone know that I belong to you” you said as you could feel her hand stroking the back of the jersey where her name was located.

“Eso es correcto. Todos ustedes me pertenecen, baby” she said in a low voice as she started kissing my neck from behind while pulling on my hair. “Are you gonna be good?” she asked as she grabbed one of your boobs from behind forcing you to moan. “Yes, I’m gonna be so good. So good.” You obeyed as she pulled your hair tighter. “Let’s test just how good you are then, princesa.” she growled as she let go of your hair and body to stand up. She pulled you up from the bed and carried me you to the desk, laying you with your ass over the desk.

Suddenly, her hand made contact with your ass. That itself was enough to send you over the edge. You moaned out loud as she grabbed your ass pulling it upwards towards her. “Be a good girl for me, and stay still.” She growled in your ear as she had me pulled back by my hair. Fuck, this was really going as you had hoped. You loved this new side of her leaving you wanting to obey everything she would request you to do.

You stayed still trying to move your hips in the hopes of your red lacy thong would relieve you of some pressure. Caroline was rumbling around the room and you wanted so bad to turn around to see what she was doing, but you wanted to be good for her. You had imagined this the day you purchased a double sided strap on. The one for the giver was shorter and upwards, while the one for the receiver was longer and wider. Let’s just agree that you had a clear vision in mind when you purchased it a few months back.

You were standing bent over the desk as you could feel Caroline coming back for you. She smacked your ass again, and you moaned louder than ever before. “Oh, fuck baby, I need you” you whimpered in hopes of her long fingers making their appearance. Instead, you were surprised by the strap on you had purchased going full force inside your pussy from behind instantly hitting the sweet spot. “AH, fuck baby, yes please” you screamed out in pleasure as you held on to the desk. No time to adjust. You knew from the treatment on your ass that you were already close. “Fuck babygirl, you are taking it so well.” Caroline moaned out as she stopped without any warning. She lifted one of your legs up on the chairs next to the desk. “My perfect girl, wearing red lacy underwear underneath my jersey for a whole day without letting me know” she whispered in your ear sending chills down your spine. Her hand was barely touching your folds through your panties making you desperate for her.

As you were about to whine, she went in with the strap at full force going even deeper than before. Her hips thrusting harder and deeper with every trust. You could feel the tension growing in your abdomen, and you instantly knew what was about to come. “Caz, I’m so close, I’m gonna cu-“ you started as you were cut of by tour own orgasm making an entrance. She pulled out immediately.

“Te dije que te corrieras princesa o eras una chica mala?” she growled as she turned me around and looked straight into your eyes. You couldn’t help but look at her soaked pussy with the double strap. “yo era una chica mala” you replied with attitude forcing her eyes to widen as she let out a quiet moan.

She picked you up again, and practically threw you on the bed. She ripped off your tiny panties and you moaned as the cold air make contact with your throbbing pussy. As you were enjoying the cold sensation with my your eyes closed, you hadn’t discovered that Caroline had positioned herself with her head between your legs. Your eyes opened up as she entered your sensitive pussy with her tongue licking your folds and nibbling on your clit. “Ah, Caroline, more please” you moaned as you gripped the sheets while she continued exploring your insides. Her tongue started throbbing in and out of your walls. “AH, more daddy, more!” You screamed out in pleasure as she continued not realising what you had just said. She responded with her thumb rubbing your clit while her soft tongue pushed in and out of you. “Ah, baby, I’m gonna have to cum” you moaned as you arched my back. “Beg babygirl” she responded as you noticed that you could barely able to talk. “I can’t hear you” she repeated, and you moaned again. “Please, I need to cum. I have to cum, please let me cum in your mouth daddy.” You cried out as I you grabbed her hair and tugged on it. “Do it for me baby” and with that you came hard, I you squirted on her face and buckled your hips upwards. She grabbed your hips, and forced them down again as she glared at you. “MINE” she growled as she started licking up all your squirt.

When she had gotten every last drop, she laid down beside you and propped you on top of her. This was new. She looked into your eyes and brushed your hair behind your ear. “¿Cuánto puedes tomar antes de venir princesa?” she whispered as you swallowed. “As much as you need me too.” You said as she kissed your head and dragged you out of bed. She put you on your knees as she stood with her strap levelled with your mouth. You looked up at her with the most seductive look that you could, and with that she took the strap and held it infront of your lips.

“Chupa la polla de daddy ahora, princesa. Muéstrame lo desesperada que estás por mí.” She growled as she touched your lips with the tip of her cock. You didn’t even realise that you had called her daddy, you just obeyed. You opened your mouth and she put it in, gagging you as she held your hair and pounded it in your mouth. You sucked her off as she was eyeing you.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close” she stunned as she threw her head backwards. And you stopped. Her head flashed towards you and her eyes were even more lustful. “You need to be punished.” she moaned as she pulled you up on your feet by pulling your hair. She then picked you up as she sat herself on the bed and laid back. Leaving you sitting on top of her.

She grabbed the cock forcing her to moan as the giver cock moved with the receiver part. She rubbed the cock along your folds before inserting it. “Ride me, babygirl. Show me how it’s done. Let me cum first.” and you? You obeyed as you started bouncing on her cock giving friction to the part inside of her. She moaned loudly as her breathing was becoming heavier. You picked up the pace, and your boobs were now bouncing ruthlessly. She looked at you, and forced you to lean forwards so she could reach your boobs with her mouth while still riding her. She put your nipple in her mouth and used her other hand to massage the other boob.

You could see her starting to shiver meaning that she was close as you kept riding her whole getting closer and closer to your own edge. “Ah, baby, yes, yes, don’t stop, be a good girl now, let daddy cum” she stunned as you continued. Her cries were stopped by herself moaning so loud that you got worried that the neighbours were gonna hear her. “Ah, fuck, yes!” You looked at her “I’m gonna cum, baby”. You said as you felt my insides tensing up again. “No, I’m gonna cum first. Keep going, baby.” She commanded and you swore you were about to have your eyes roll back into your head.

You were slowing the pace down as you were so close and so sensitive, but Caroline was in charge and she started bouncing her hips picking the pace up. “Oh my god!” You yelled as she thrusted deeper and deeper with ever move. She was working her hips in ways you had never imagined. “Say my name babygirl.” She commanded. “Ah, yes, yes , Caroline please, please let me come!” You screamed loudly as she moaned. “No” she growled, “the other name.” And then it clicked for me. “Yes, daddy, yes please let me cum!!” You screamed as she was shaking, trying to hold herself back from cuming. “Please,” you screamed “only you can make me cum like this! Fuck, Caroline!” You screamed on the top of your lungs as you were seconds away from cuming. “Cum for me princess” Caroline growled as you came all over her cock in sync with her orgasm. She slowly stopped thrusting by going slower and slower with every move until our synched orgasms were over. You passed out next to each other, and you couldn’t believe what had just happened.

You turned to face her, and noticed that she looked a little bit taken back by her newly discovered side. You were both pretty out of breath as you laid next to each other. You had talked about boundaries one time when she was drunk, and agreed on a colour system if we ever needed one. She was laying on her back, staring upwards. “Color?” You suggested. “Orange” she motioned back. You jumped up immediately, and helped her unbuckle. Orange was different to us then to others. We had traffic light systems for during and for after sex. Green was no aftercare needed, Orange was that aftercare was highly wanted and red was that aftercare was pretty much required. You kissed her forehead, and rushed to the bathroom as you turned on the water to the bathtub. You grabbed a cold water from the fridge and dragged her along with you to the bathroom. She sat down first in the tub, and you sat down behind her guiding her to drink from the waterbottle. She relaxed in your arms as you kissed her head. You kept repeating how much you loved her, how beautiful she was and that she was safe. After a few mins of cuddles, she got back to herself. “Hi baby” you said as you smiled while she looked up on me. She smiled back. “Thank you Skatt.” She muttered and you hugged her tight. You sat in the tub for a while until she was ready to go to bed. As you turned around to walk to the bedroom, she tossed her jersey at you. “I like you better with my name” she said as she smiled knowing that one day, you were gonna have her lastname.

[thesleepyfable]

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 22: ~

Reunions Part 2:

And now, it's Addair's turn. The next chapter will be a one-shot release for Halloween. It'll be out tomorrow.

Halloween Special:

Addair and Raffs had no reason to work together on The Beria, but on the farm, they oddly worked well together. Raffs thought Addair must have been a handyman in his previous life because he seemed to know everything. And not just from checking the fences.

When they passed through a deserted field, Addair's eyes caught the attention of a tractor that was beginning to rust. Instead of helping Raffs pry off the broken board for a new one, he lifted and examined the vehicle. From the punctured tires to the cracked clutch. Instead of being frustrated with Addair, Raffs was in awe of him. Not for the god-like strength he now possessed because he knew he could never come close to that, but for how knowledgeable he was.

He watched the engineer point out the faults and how he would fix them. Raffs was always willing to learn, and even if he'll never see farming in his future, it was a good way to break the ice with a man he was told to avoid.

'Will it ever run again?'

'After some trial and error, it might.'

'How do you know that?'

'I've only been an engineer for six years, Raffety. Before that, I did anything to scrape by.' That wasn't an original story. Like Caz, Roy, Innes, and possibly many others, they all came to the rig to either escape something or make a change. Raffs was different. He just followed Brodie. Brodie came for the prospect of money. Something that wasn't at all selfish in this economy.

As the pair finished their round, the sound of the snow crunching beneath their feet got closer. They didn't react at first, thinking it was Caz coming to help as Raffs began to hammer a nail into the post. That was until Addair heard the voice.

'Dad! Dad!'

Like with Gibbo, time froze, but unlike Gibbo, Addair turned with a smile on his face. He dropped the fence board he was holding, leaving Raffs to deal with it alone, and scooped up his son into a hug.

'Richard.' The youngest of his boys. Only seven years old. 'I missed you so much. Did you miss me?' Raffs was surprised. Not just because Richard didn't care what his dad had become, but because he had to remind himself that Addair was a member of the National Front. Looking at him now, you couldn't tell. Here, he was just being a good father. Who knew someone like Addair was a person under his political beliefs?

Richard nodded. 'Did you get my Christmas card?'

'Of course, and I let everyone know you made it. Now, where's Elliot?'

He knew where he was. It was a game the twins would often play. Richard would cause a distraction whilst Elliot tried to scare their dad. It never worked. Addair would either pretend to be scared or figure out his hiding spot. This time, it was the latter. Elliot had snuck is way around by going through the field. Raffs saw but didn't say anything. Instead of scaring his dad, Elliot felt a tendril wrap around his arm and be pulled up and over Addair's head. 'Oh, here he is.'

'Here I am!'

With a laugh, Addair brought his sons into a hug. Being the only one of two infected who still kept his arms had its advantages. Raffs smiled. It was a sweet reunion, but that soon came to a halt thanks to the voice of a woman only a few yards away.

'Calm down? How can I be calm?!' It was Jennifer. She stood beside her second eldest son, George, who looked both shocked and terrified by his mother's rage. Addair noticed, too, and set the boys down besides his work colleague. That was Raffs' cue to take them back to the house. 'My husband, your father, has been turned into that!'

Well, that stung. Still, Addair wasn't worried. He approached Jennifer, who had her back turned, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, turned, and took a few steps back. Okay. Now it hurt. Whatever remained of Addair's smile faded, and slight worry began to creep into his mind. He saw her eyes. She was scared, confused, and didn't know what to do with herself. This was Geroge's time to slowly step away and follow his brothers to the house.

'Jennifer. It's okay. It's just me.' She didn't reply. More worry. 'It's okay...'

'Stop saying that, Addair.' Now, complete worry entered his mind. She never called him by his name. Jennifer swallowed her fear, which was born from shock. But, now it was replaced with worry, but she couldn't bring herself to move. 'Look at what's happened to you. How are you okay?'

The words cut deep. Addair's jaw tightened, trying to hold himself strong to her words. A look of shame was in his eyes. Jennifer noticed and began to feel guilty, wondering why did she say such a thing. He wasn't okay, and they both knew that.

Addair carefully held out a hand and reached forward. 'But, it's still me, Jennifer. ' His hand rested on her cheek. After a moment, she leaned her face into him and, like Trots, rested her hand on his wrist. Her shoulders dropped, and she closed her eyes. She moved her head so that her face was in his hand. His smell was still there. Now, Jennifer didn't want to let go. Her fingers traced and touched his wedding ring. Tears swelled, but she stayed strong as she started to play with it.

Addair moved closer and adjusted his body to make it look like he was sitting. Carefully, he pulled and lifted Jennifer up and into one of his signature bear hugs. She clung to him, now no longer caring if she was hugging an exposed organ or blood vessel. 'Does it hurt?'

'No,' Addair answered truthfully. 'Not anymore.' More silence, as the pair enjoyed the moment. 'How's Tommy?' The question broke the hug. Jennifer's eyes were still full of tears.

'Still the same,' she replied as she began to unfurl her scarf to wrap it around Addair. 'The doctor said he still has brain activity, but apart from that, he's still sleeping.' A pause. 'I just want him to wake up.' Now, she began to cry, and Addair pulled her back into a hug. 'But that could take years.'

'And, we'll be there when he does. Okay? Please don't cry, Jenny.' Addair hated seeing his Goddess upset.

Of course, they had to think of Addair. How can he go back into society with a job, let alone go and see his son? That's what he wondered back when the fog was lifted. The question fueled his own anger towards Rennick, but Gibbo got to him first. But this wasn't about him anymore. He was just grateful to be back on land. He was grateful to have his wife in his arms and to see his sons smiling. The only thing they had to worry about now was Tommy.

He felt a kiss on his cheek that tightened the hug. They'll stay like this. At least for a little while.

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Brodie and the role of determination in "Still Wakes the Deep"

From the start, Still Wakes the Deep depicts Brodie as one of the more clear-headed characters after the Beria D is, effectively, attacked by the entity. Granted, if you're working on an oil rig, you (probably) have to be a certain person to work under high-stress conditions. As the apparent diver on the Beria (and senior figure, after Roper, Innes, Trots, Finlay, and Rennick) Brodie is probably accustomed to working under pressure (literally and figuratively).

Brodie operates under the pretense of what my former supervisor called, "positive reinforcement". Highlight a person's strengths, and address their weaknesses as "areas for improvement". Hence why he gets annoyed with Caz when he heightens Rafferty's anxieties about going down in the diving bell with his own personal fears.

Folks like Douglas and Rafferty look to him to know what to do, so Brodie takes it as a personal failing when someone is harmed under his charge. When Gregor and Caz fall into the water, he's the one who goes in after them. And given the height both fell from, by the time he was prepared to dive, he shouldn't have been able to find either, but he gets lucky with Caz.

Of the survivors, Brodie is together enough to send Finlay down to restart the generators as they're cutting out and sends Caz to reach the surviving radios (initially). Even when preoccupied with another situation, Brodie was forward-thinking enough to consider mitigating the broader damage on the Rig.

When a panicky Caz, probably to his surprise, completes what he sent Finlay to do, he reorients Caz (by hyping him up a little) and asks him to help with tension wenches in the Pontoons. Whatever reservations he might have about Caz's anxieties, Brodie appreciates that he's willing to throw himself into certain danger to help.

Brodie's determination to save the Rig, perhaps to save themselves (because there was no way to physically leave the rig without transportation) was such a gripping story beat to watch play out between himself and Finlay.

Way before Caz gets himself out of the pontoons and encounters a mutated O'Connor, they're talking to (or at) each other in notes. Brodie operates like the situation is another high-stakes circumstance that he (as a diver) must be accustomed to. Process of elimination.

He is pushing to save the Rig, but only long enough for rescue. But his initial plans fail. The surviving radios don't work, so they can't reach the support ship. Most of the Rig is collapsing and flooding from the damage. Stabilizing the tension wenches leaves the Rig vulnerable to sinking. The tone of Finlay's notes suggests they should focus more on leaving the Rig altogether, instead of hailing the support ship. (Again, the issue with that being, of course, that there's nothing sea-worthy left on the Rig to even float on.)

And she's already speculating at the entity's intentions after seeing so many of their coworkers die, transform, or become gore on the walls. Brodie, however, isn't particularly curious about the entity beyond seeing it as an (environmental) obstacle. Stabilizing the flare stack prevents explosion, but he initially believes it was at the expense of Caz's life.

Brodie could be motivated by what happened to Raffs in the diving bell. I can't imagine seeing someone under your charge explode into a hostile lump of tentacles and inhumanity would leave you anything but determined to save as many people as you can, bad odds be damned.

And in that dynamic, the person delaying what's inevitable really can't stop the person who's decided about what they'll do. And, for me, that's interesting, as Brodie and Finlay were both kinda positioned in the story to be 'dependable' and 'pragmatic' in the face of terror.

Both of them try to sway Caz from going after Roy, but relent, knowing he won't be any good to them with his mind elsewhere except in the priority situation (the tension wenches).

(One of the last bits of advice he gives to Caz when they're face-to-face is to make his every move count, and not panic when he goes underwater.)

In most circumstances, I would've expected Finlay and Brodie's roles to be reversed. So, that Finlay was the one to just accept that they were all doomed after a certain point, was nice.

Brodie's willingness to venture into certain danger and death ultimately seals fates and is catalyst enough to push Finlay to do what she'd been thinking about since their exchanges. Caz is convinced of Brodie's own "jamminess", that he believes he can get out of the oil-flooded pontoon to return to them, and if he can't, he has him to rely on. Brodie knows otherwise, and, so, home (Isle of Skye) is the last thing he thinks of before imploring the others to escape.

I don't know if the Isle of Skye is considered a "harbor town", but Brodie's apparent comfort in and underwater struck me as a connection to his home. That he dies, drowning in oil, feels like a cruel irony of circumstances.

On a more personal level, given that Scottish / English / Irish narratives trend towards whiteness (and are often loaded with weird "racial purity" undertones), I wasn't expecting Still Wakes the Deep to have any significant characters of color in the game. That Brodie is the only Black character in the game with a major speaking and narrative role within the narrative (and voiced by a Black actor, thankfully) is a double-edged sword.

It's a) par for the course (and disappointing), but also b) nice to see a predominantly white narrative acknowledge Black Scotsmen exist. Sunil (Scottish) and Dobbie (Irish) are two other Black/Brown characters with lines, but they're minor characters (both killed by a mutated Muir on the Derrick).

Throughout the multiple playthroughs I've watched since SWTD was released, I've always found it extremely baffling that most (white) players assumed malice on Brodie's part when he's surprised to see Caz survive the collapse of the skywalk connecting to the stack.

He's clearly relieved to see his friend alive, but most were like, "Was he trying to kill Caz?" And it's like, how the hell did y'all come to that conclusion?

And if I were to speculate about the entity's intentions, it wouldn't be much interested in going anywhere except back down below. The potential threat that was the Rig, is no longer a danger to its existence. Hence why everything it pulled apart and invaded, was gradually sinking under the water.

[ohsayit]

Let's try to paint a picture of our man based on what he approves

Note/Warning: this is a ramble about his approval list.

This is nothing new, I just feel like writing it up.

I copied the list of approvals from BG3 wiki for Act 1 and Act 2. Generalised the trigger for approval and here we go lolll Of course, this is how I see those triggers, you don't necessarily agree with me. If you think differently, that's fine. This is not rocket science, nobody needs to go boom.

The number on the top is the total for entries. It doesn't account for how many approval points it gives. Very occasionally, I may have some triggers sitting in 2 category, but none sits in 3.

If I filter out all the 1 approvals, things look interesting.

This is the first one that he gives >1 approval. Our boy wants to help himself first for sure. lolll

This is the first +5. Our boy probably appreciate people with the same level of survival will plus the ability to fight for that survival.

And if you side with him to help/let him survive? Brownie points.

Going further down the list, things that gives >1 approvals, are all similar or adjacent to all these things mentioned above. The most important thing for our boy is his own survival. He really appreciates some kindred spirit. He likes to have "a kin".

This one is quite cute. Either he appreciates the player rooting for their ally, either he appreciates the increased survival chance by keeping a good fighter in the team. I can see he has his hopes up when watching this camp scene and nodding to himself in his head.

Of course we have these ones where the play shows trust and a strong will to keep him. He is happy when his alliance and protection is strongly with the player, very understandable.

Again, very understandably, he likes it when the player respects and shows care for him. After these, more >1 approvals are related to getting his scars deciphered by Raphael and promise help to kill Caz.

Now, people, take a good look at this whole list of approval on BG3 wiki. Does the list of approval paint a man that:

puts his own survival and interest on the top priority

everyone comes as an after thought

well aware of the value of keeping the leader (player) close

happy to gain favour for alliance and protection

very good with his looks and tactics

being bitter about the world

more than happy with personal gain in terms of power and any other things

has a wretched idea of "fun"

No? Look at them again. lol

I love him little shit.

[hotvinimon]

The Gala

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Plot : Going to Gala with Casper

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After the sleepover incident, Casper could do everything but focus. His mind was clouded by one person only.

His Beloved

And he would do everything to make you stay closer to him. And this is how he found himself at your door once again on a fateful evening.

“Caz~ I told you, I don’t do good in public. I feel nervous and all…”

“You don’t have to do anything, just stay by my side and look pretty. Pretty Please~ “

“But-”

“It’s alright if don’t want to help me, I just thought I could trust you. All my friends would be there with their significant other. They would just mock me for being a sore loser. I didn’t knew-”

“Alright alright, I’ll join come as your date. Don’t be a baby now”

Casper was invited to a Sports Gala, and he couldn’t lose the opportunity to let the world know about his darling baby.

“But Caz, I don’t have a dress” you whined. “ Well, seems like we need an outfit for you and me. To the store, we go “ Casper shrugs.

At the store

“Caz, how about this one ??” you showed him a cute pink dress with frills and ribbons. “This is cute-” “No no no, look at that one.”

you pointed towards a red dress with a heart cut out in the center.

“Easy there, sweetie. How about you try them out and we decide, which one ?? hmm ??” Casper calmed your chaotic ass and handed you one dress at a time.

You took your time and came out with the red dress that hugged you at the right places, sitting just below your ass, showcasing your beautiful set of collarbones just for Casper to mark and adorned with sparkling red sequins. The heart-shaped cut-out at the center framed by pearly whites adds a touch of unexpected romance, capturing Casper’s imagination.

“Enjoying the view young master ?” you said with mimicking Casper’s voice, earning nothing but a wide-eyed, flustered Casper, whose cheeks were matching your dress.

“I really do.” he breathed. You chuckled on his reaction.

“So this one ?? I never knew I would choose something so quick” you said while admiring your gorgeous look.

“Lets get this packed, and choose something for me.” Casper suggested, still looking at the heart.

After a lot of discussion and banter, you and Casper finally found a nice Tuxedo and shirt for Casper. he was really adamant about matching his shirt with your dress, which didn’t seem a good idea and hence he settled with matching his tie with your dress.

“Could you please, pack the stuff for me and my girlfriend together ??” Casper asks the cashier discreetly, but you heard that anyways.

My girlfriend

He likes the sound of that.

After exiting the store, you decide to confront Casper about his conversation.

“Caz, I’m not your girlfriend yet. why did you say that to him ?? “you whisper yelled.

“Ohh… It’s actually couple discount.” Casper shrugs.

“Really?? I never knew that was a thing.”

At Gala, Casper kept his arms on you all night, whether on your waist, shoulder or on the plush of your hip, telling everyone who you belonged to. You met his friends and their significant others as well. Due to your closeness and clothing, everyone was talking about you, a perfect couple.

Casper was really proud for making his sole mission successful. He couldn’t wait to execute the next step. That is,

to propose you to be his girlfriend.

After the event, he corners you in the parking lot and lets out his feelings~

“Y/n, I… I- Know, you know- umm… maybe…” ughh, he had never been so nervous in his whole life. The 2 page smooth speech that he crammed the whole week was somehow deleted from his brain and stored in recycle bin

“You get what I’m saying ?? Like- Like- you know… maybe… umm… you… maybe… one day…” He was wrecked.

“Hey hey hey… Caz, easy there sweetie. Maybe take a breather or two.” you suggested.

How the heck you could look so concerned and cute at the same time. And how easily the nickname fell from your lips, doing nothing but making Casper’s gut summersaults and stuff.

“I don’t know. I-I just. FVCK” Casper pulled you close and captured your lips.

Before you could make out what is happening, he retrieved.

“I’m so sorry-I… I … jus-”

He was cut off when you pulled him by his tie and kissed him back.

You were his from the start, weren't you.

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This is all just a way too long personal theory/ramble abt the boi if u disagree that ok

Tldr I believe pre-Caz Astarion is a young asshole who is punished with a job he doesn't take seriously, and his noble parents don't respect him enough to see how much of a good person he could be given a proper chance at redemption and it all goes to shit, naturally.

Long version:

I see few years pre-Cazador Astarion as that asshole teenager who's getting away with everything. He's used to being told that he's handsome, rich, and above others. He's getting away with things, he's spoiled, and has no experience of the world. Especially work experience.

My theory is that Astarion was forced into the magistrate job as a punishment and just didn't give enough of a fuck about the world to take the job seriously, as opposed to consciously being malicious/evil. He is power hungry in the game, half as a response to being powerless for 200 years. That being said:

He's a rogue, through and through. It's implied a lot including with the "I've missed this" line that he wasn't a proper and polite city boy before Cazador. I don't see him doing paperwork or sitting next to a large fancy dinner table without screwing around with a dagger. He slouches. He has his feet on the table. He's a nerd.

If you call The Watch in the final battle, he jokes that it feels wrong to call for guards to come and do something. He's not a snitch. If he sees someone stealing from a sick person he gives a thumbs up. He canonically hates cops lol.

Leading to my theory that he was being so rambunctious and belligerent, his noble parents/elders forced him into the magistrate job as a punishment of sorts because they were just so sick of his bullshit. Just rich people things.

So now:

You have a handsome young elf, with people probably fawning over his beauty, known for breaking laws and being The Worst, not respecting authority and etc. And he's put into a magistrate position through presumably nepotism. He becomes one of those asshole sons of a rich bastard who is a fuck up. Rich, spoiled, knows that he's above others which influences his haphazard rulings and provides him a nice power trip, has a bit of education but not enough to not steal from grandmas.*1

Of course it's going to be a glorious mess! He doesn't care about the world enough to take a stand and try to change the corrupt system from within. Fuck that. He's going to make it worse. Who cares. If there was any good in him, at best it was maybe because he knew it's already fucked and he's not there to be a hero and fix it.

It makes sense that he would double down on the "evil" once freed from Cazador in Act 1. He's used to everything going south because - ironically enough - of the world's failure to do anything good for the helpless and weak. Without realizing that he was also part of the problem once. Hell. He got beaten up by Gur for a ruling he made and his takeaway was "all Gur are bad" and not Baldur's Gate fucking SUCKS and something should be done. No seriously. The politics of the city and the ruling systems are so fucking broken. Bhaal the god of MURDER LITERALLY LIVES UNDERNEATH THE CITY. What is WRONG with this town.

Either way, I don't believe he was consciously and maliciously an evil person. Especially given the scale of evil the city of Baldur's Gate has to offer. If he was, he would have been much worse. He was corrupt in a shithead way and not "we're going to take resources from orphanages to build a machine that punches you in the dick when you tell your boss you are too tired to work overtime in the mines" *2 *3

I also think that he was the reason why Cazador implemented the "no nobles lol that raises suspicion" rule. And the reason why no one of Astarion's family recognized him was because they were too snobby for Elfsong or Blushing Mermaid.

I think his parents still loved him though.

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*1. (I guess this does fall under some people's definition of evil, but for me honestly the true evil is the system which allows these people fall into power in the first place and in this essay---.)

*2. (Actions of negligent people in power aren't diminished. If negligence causes a death it is still a death.)

*3. (I don't think he was a young baby either, like a lot of fandom does. He was still young when he was turned but not a teenager. I just believe he was even younger when he started working as a Magistrate. Like on a personal note, it was really heartbreaking when Billy Kametz died because he died so horrifically young. He was 35. 35 is still heartbreaking young.)

[delta-lethonomia]

Post-chapter 29 thoughts + spoilers below

A key thing to note is how different the relationship between Tav and Astarion is compared to the game. In bg3, early Act 3 is a fledgling relationship burdened by Astarion's obsessive, even frightening, drive for the ritual, and the player character can either indulge that or question him.

In FATWR, that's secondary: Astarion has tied his chances of success to keeping Tav happy so that she will help him, as he has no faith is his ability to do it by himself. He leaves it in her hands, and Tav notably gathers less information than he does in-game due to her preoccupation with Cazador. Freedom is a nebulous concept to Astarion, though he imagines the ascended version of himself might be an equal partner to her, or even free entirely (whatever that means.)

I don't consider Astarion to be particularly touchy-feely, so note how he lingers compulsively close to Tav for the past few chapters. He doesn't view them as a relationship, per se, though he does know she feels something for him and vice versa - instead, he continually refers to himself as her favorite, i.e. favorite spawn, a position that is up for grabs and competitive in nature. He's more snippy with the companions, who are competition. He postures before camp about their relationship because it's a more positive re-imagining of his position within the spawn ranking, a role Tav unconsciously pushed him into with all her deliberate and unintentional reflections of Cazador. Because Tav is touchy, he's doing what he thinks she wants - being affectionate, even overbearingly so - and indulging in a position he never wanted/would be allowed to achieve, and finding it strangely enjoyable, if anxiety inducing and intense. (He's roleplaying a dedicated boyfriend very, very hard rn.)

He pushes for the Love Test because Astarion does want to escape the role of favored spawn by becoming equals (though this of course goes completely over Tav's head.) Neither particularly wanted to talk about such personal things in front of a stranger, and end up spitefully pushing each other into honesty. And Zethino confirms that they do have an healthy path out of this, their love being akin to a fledgling tree growing in the undergrowth of a forest, choked out from sunlight by Sylvar & Cazador's impressions towering impressions. It's the Californian in me: they need a good forest fire, to clear out the brush and ancient, dead trees.

When confronted by Dalyria and Petras, he almost introduces her as his new master. In the first draft, I had him do so to Tav's immense satisfaction, but once I decided the glowing spawn eyes were a sign of Caz staring through them, I decided to cut it - let's not aggravate Caz too much just yet, though he definitely caught what Tav was trying to pitch, even if not explicitly said.

Tav's a bit of a misandrist, mistrustful of men and diminishing of them, so she ignores Petras and focuses on Dalyria instead. I wanted to mimic the feeling of watching a dysfunctional family: little slights blow into huge ones in an instant, and Astarion's feelings + Dalyria's instant hysteria are meant to evoke that. It's like watching a typically calm friend immediately blow their cool when confronted with a minor dig by a parent or sibling - they blow up because for them, it's the straw that broke the camels back, while for the observer it's nothing, and they therefor seem ridiculous and sensitive.

Astarion burns Petras for far longer because it's the first bit of control he's gotten so far in the whole story, he's stressed (she did say they'd talk about the love test, and Astarion expects more than just that), and Tav doesn't give enough of a shit to stop him. Had he killed Petras, she would have been like "well, guess you didn't want to ascend after all. Idiot."

Tav continues to display next to no sensitivity for Astarion's sexual trauma by making him kiss Dalyria. It's both a silly little thing to prove to Cazador that Astarion does what she says, that he's hers, because she finds Cazador's insistence on feeding them vermin to be disgusting and needlessly degrading, but also giving Dalyria real blood is a quick way to endear herself to her (of debatable value, considering Dalyria's getting flayed for it). She also just thinks it's hot. Tav really wants to watch him have sex with someone else. It's not about watching other people have sex - it's about Astarion being in the throes of pleasure, regardless of how/why/how many people are involved. As Tav would absolutely participate in an orgy if he asked it of her, she sees no problem with this.

A lot of Tav's reactions (or lack thereof) to Astarion's issues can be summed up as "I did the same thing and it was fine, absolutely fine, I definitely do not have trauma about this, and honestly, I wouldn't let anything truly terrible happen to you anyway and will stop the second you ask, so why is any of this a problem? It's fine. EVERYTHING'S FINE." sigh she's a handful

Anyway, because Astarion is the practical sort and not much of a planner, while he does realize that Tav's flexing towards Cazador, he doesn't understand why, and is quite frankly sick of trying to figure it out. The more he's compared the two, the less he wants to think about Cazador, full stop, because that goes too close to thinking about any latent attraction he might have to Cazador, how much he's been ruined and molded by him, and how Tav keeps telling him the same. The less time he spends thinking about Cazador the better (unless it's fantasizing about brutally murdering him), and genuinely, he's still mad impressed she talked so many people into killing themselves + the Gur fight. If whatever she's planning gets Caz killed faster, great. He trusts that she won't give him back, that she wants Caz dead, and that she promised to ascend him, a promise he strangely believes despite himself.

All he's got to do is keep his position as her favorite, keep her happy, pray she doesn't completely enthrall him before the ascension, and hope she doesn't come up with too much weird shit in the meantime because god knows his mind can be a terrible place at times, and he has no doubt hers is just a depraved. (They've both got such a skewed sense of normal sexuality & relationships that there's some truly wild shit coming up lol. This act isn't even about their relationship, really! It's about Tav & Astarion's quests! The smut just keeps smutting!!! 💀)

Anyway, Tav's upset because he compared her to Caz again (correctly), said she doesn't flex her power enough (except when she does, he compares her to Caz) and it's a comparison she's finally decided doesn't serve her, but Astarion's already done so much work accepting the idea that honestly she's never going to escape it. Womp womp hence, hoisted by her own petard.

Because he was so accurate with the love test answers (besides the one) and she was both vulnerable and sucked his dick last night/realized she loved him, she's both incredibly pleased and disengaging at the same time. Daydreaming, horny - but also degrading, bringing him down to her level by making him kiss Dalyria and being a whore like her, casting herself as Sylvar, and thinking about him in terms of an object to be won, a "beloved pet", which, ouch. I love him like a pet it's different he's my little vampling ok this is definitely not a real relationship

The "boiling to frog" bit is about Astarion. He's the frog being boiled. Tav's pushing his boundaries further and further to move the goalpost on how much he can take from her.

"This is fine," Astarion thinks, "it's definitely normal for my new master girlfriend lover to have so much power over me, and make me kiss my kind-of sister despite knowing how traumatic that is for both of us. This is fine. This will be a real relationship someday. Once I'm powerful, she'll respect me. Do I need her to respect me? Maybe? I don't know. I've never had that before. Don't ask to be commanded again don't don't don't please keep loving me"

[milestonekestrel]

Okay but how would our favorite throuple interact in the kitchen? Morning is chaos, there’s five limbs in everyone’s faces simultaneously, every toe is getting minced by every other toe, everyone was given one (1) task, and no one is doing their one (1) task given to them.

Cait and Maide (is it Maide?) are watching on with growing humor and horror, as their parents + not-uncle Billy struggle to do the simplest of breakfast making. They’ve already taken snacks from the fridge, as it will be dinner by the time they figure out how to scramble an egg with three different hands.

Oh, you know mornings are super chaotic. The flat ain't big, and he kitchen definitely isn't. And there's three adults, two children, and a service dog all clambering around in their. Sliding past each other. grabbing things and putting them away. Billy is used to being alone in a kitchen, and also having more than one arm, and he is absolutely NOT used to having to talk over Caz and Suze. and Caz is naturally loud, so often Billy goes unheard. He wants to help, bless him, but he's the least experienced person in this kitchen. Caz is only marginally more coordinated than him. Suze can keep track of multiple things really well, and Caz absolutely cannot. He's also often doing the best when he is being told what to do, as otherwise he is extremely likely to mess something up. He's also the most likely to trip and fall, which is why he has Fin, and also why it is a rule that you always gotta keep an eye on him, make room, and be ready to fucking catch that wee man. Suze is doing damage control. She's the only one who knows 1. how to make good breakfast and 2. how to make a breakfast. She's good at multitasking where her partners aren't, and she's mostly just trying to wrangle them. Only thing is she hates cleaning up after, and they always do it for her. She also hates when everything is dirty. so she's trying to make them clean as they go but its a bit chaotic. They're all tired. All three of them are trying to do the same thing in entirely different ways. No one is doing what they should be doing. They keep tripping on the dog. It is beautiful and it is chaos.

And Cait and Maidie are just watching, amused and horrified at the struggle bus going on in the kitchen. They've got themselves taken care of, but if they're being honest, it would be nice to see the results of this. Sit down at the table and pretend they're not feeding the burnt scraps to Fin (they try, but he actually doesn't take them. It just ends up on the floor).

[seramilla]

Some more ideas for Odesika’s four kids!! Bc they are funny little creatures( I don’t have names for them yet)

Oldest: She takes after Odette in the aspect of not liking dresses. Dresses make her feel itchy and uncomfortable in more than one way, she finds the, to inconveniences and she would much rather wear a suit or tux if there is a formal event she has to attend. She can’t wear most make up brands in hell due to having extremely sensitive skin.

2nd oldest: Much like Ronnie, she too has gradient fingers. She mostly wears her hair in a braid but occasionally she’ll try to change up her hair style with it but she prefers braids due to them not making her hair messy when she sleeps. She wears a light coating of makeup and she loves dresses but she won’t wear them daily. She and Caz have shit talk sessions where they rant bout people they don’t like.

Twin #1 : due to him and his brother being identical twins, he has made some appearance changes in order for people to differentiate the two of them. He has long hair(his hairstyle being that of Alexios’s hairstyle from Assassin’s creed:Oddessy) and he takes hella good care of his hair. He helps his sisters take care of their hair as well. He dresses very casual and he likes to wear jewelry(rings, earrings, and necklaces.)

Twin #2: he has short hair but his hair is very soft and nice to comb through due to his older brother helping him take care of his hair. He dresses very randomly as he switches his style up but he mostly dresses in band tees, cargo pants some form of boots and a leather jacket occasionally. He likes to wear rings and he wears watches just for aesthetic most of the time.

I forgot one Odesika!kids post before I made mine official raaagghhhhhh. Sorry! I like these! They are very cute! I like the older sisters/younger brothers dynamic (obviously haha!). You fleshed yours out much more than mine.

I think if I had to describe Rory’s style it would probably be similar to your first girl. I imagine her being kind of a tomboy in how she dresses. Her personality is more Verosika but she wouldn’t be caught dead in a skirt when she’s older. She likes to wear Caz’s outfits, and he designs stuff for her because they are very close. She wears a lot of sunny, bright colors. Lots of pant suits. Maybe she’s a little too much like Charlie, haha! Also lots of cute hats because like Carmilla, she does not have horns!

I imagine my boy Andy switches up his style quite a bit. He tries to embrace his incubus identity when he’s younger by dressing the part, maybe trying to emulate Rhys — but kind of like Odette, he feels awkward showing too much skin. Certain clothing textures also trigger him a little. As an older teen he wears a lot of baggy clothes for sensory issues and keeps his hair kind of unkempt. As an adult, he settles into a casual business style like Odette - very clean cut with floofy, comfortable dress tops and loose slacks.

[endawn]

reading a sort of dnd masterlist on the vampire lore section makes me sad because of these excerpts:

Are vampires evil? As a rule, yes. Gleefully so. Vampirism, the condition, is inherently evil/harmful. Vampires as individuals may be more complicated, as they are still people with their own personalities, and vampirism can affect them atypically or with varying levels of severity. There are exceptions to norms and rules…except for the rule that vampirism is a curse and it does corrupt one's emotions and values, twisting them to be monstrous parodies, inversions or extremes of the original quality to at least some degree.

Even when they want to be good people, vampires are flat out described as typically being "innately selfish" which "makes a good alignment difficult to uphold." Vampirism also instils sadism and violent tendencies - vampires enjoy violence and hurting people and when they experience rage the sensation is made more powerful.

However, a vampire can resist this corruption. There is at least of a fragment of the mortal they were in a vampire, the "part of it that is still mortal [and] yearns tenaciously for the things it had in life," even as the parts of them consumed by vampirism scorns those impulses. If their will to do so or their attachment to a specific part of their identity is strong enough then individual vampires can retain/maintain some part/s of their mortal self intact and untainted by the curse.

It is unfortunately far easier for vampires to backslide than to move forward, and there is no escape from the constant instinctual drive to become evil for as long as a person remains a vampire, but it can be done.

5e says they do have a soul, but it's corrupted in the manner already discussed. In the Baldur's Gate series? Yes, they do. Aside from the whole 7000 souls thing, back in BG2 there's a vampire you kill whose soul is in agony and lingers to beg you to kill him and thanks you when you do for freeing him from undeath. In BG3 you may read Caz..ador's subconscious thoughts- as he mourns his mortal life, "the monster that will not end" and wishes to die. The soul is still there in the background, but it really wishes it wasn't.

Young vampires often turn their loved ones in order to avoid losing them to age, disease and death. This obviously backfires, as the loved ones can only stay with them as slaves or enemies.

One day, inevitably, the stress and misery of eternal unlife gets too much. Depression is a given. Paranoia is also incredibly common. Whatever coping mechanisms the vampire has steadily spiral out of control. If the vampire's choice happens to be violence and hedonism, then they rapidly devolve into an utter monstrosity. Often the vampire's struggles become increasingly obvious until they're killed either by hunters or another vampire. Suicides also occur.

[sam-spam-ham]

fond of horror/action games where you’re just a regular person and there’s a massive unexplained eldritch or cosmic like horror that you have to take on. that or it’s something that is particularly normal but it’s portrayed in such a way that it’s shown as an unknown horror

bonus points there being no proper way to get out alive, either because the threat could spread or it’s too way to escape the threat without losing a part of you

resident evil seven and eight has this element pretty good in my opinion. the first one really portrays that horror element of the mold spreading, only elevated in my opinion once your point of view switches from ethan to mia on the boat. eighth continues on but with this idea that there is no way out for ethan. like the above while ethan is in control he lost a part of himself. he died to the mold, came back because of the mold, and continued to exist because of it. he was already dying because miranda ripped his heart out, so to stop her (and provide safety to rose), he took it down with him

the first game i’ve played that had this was darkwood. darkwood is a game about an unkown plague causing strange growth within a community and the surrounding forests, leading to the government trapping them in an area. they would send investigation teams to go in and observe the people within the growth, which has grown rapidly causing growth within the trees. the protagonist was one of these investigators, but got captured, later rescued, and then escaped. the thing behind all this is simply the Being, and the protagonist can either succumb to being controlled by it as they seek to escape, or realize what’s happening and burn the Being

the game that sparked this thought though was slimecicle playing through Still Wakes The Deep. the fact that none of what happened is truly explained, and the protagonists eventual realization there’s no getting out but he can protect his daughters on land, was terrific. the setting, the oil rig, also changes every time the protagonist caz changes location

anyway that’s all just fascinated by the use of eldritch and cosmic horrors on characters and worlds where the best course of action is to ensure it doesn’t spread

[meatcrimes]

Yes that makes total sense! Do you… *ahem* have anymore headcanons of him as an aries? I don’t see a lot of aries believers, more Leo if anything. But what do you think about his moon and rising signs?

I can see Leostarion believers too, which is why I think that’s his rising and moon.

My reasoning: ones rising sign is the part of you you show the world, the sign you pass for, so to speak. i’m a virgo rising who regularly hears “i would’ve guessed you were virgo”. It’s not exactly a mask, but it’s the version of you that you show most publicly. Leo’s are also fire signs, passionate, prideful (lol pun not intended), indomitable. And let’s be real that’s absolutely how he is in act 1, and how he continues to be if you don’t do much with his story or personal quest.

As for Leo moon, those same traits we see at the surface can also be the traits he possesses in private, where he shows his true emotions. These traits were what had him survive 200 years of Cazador’s abuse. He would’ve been long broken if he didn’t have an unshakeable belief that he didn’t deserve such abuse. Those traits also would have made him the “problem child” the way caz and the other spawn describe him. These traits also show up in his free-from-cazador ending (tbh i HATE calling it the spawn ending. he’s not under cazador’s control anymore. he is free, albeit still a vampire and with all of the limitations that brings. the only spawn trait he retains is being unable to create another vampire. but that’s a rant for another day) when he says “it’s time to start living again” and reclaims his history by etching a new date into his grave, and reclaims his body by (if romanced) having sex w the player in what’s probably the first time in 200 years that was consensual, truly wanted, and with someone he cares about. In the earlier sex scenes he does give consent, but he doesn’t want sex, he wants protection. And while the good/neutral Leo traits are seen during the game and in the freedom ending, the much darker sides of Leo emotions show up in the ascendant ending. He’s emotionally volatile, and feels no need to try and control his emotions, unlike most irl leo moons who, yknow, live in the real world and thus have a moral compass and need to get along with others. Ascendarion needs neither of those, since he’s got a truly unholy amount of power. he has a very dominating personality, one where he is unwilling to accept any form of compromise and thinks entirely in “they’re either with me or against me” and thus believing any disagreement or disapproval turns someone into an enemy.

[barbatusart]

firstly, congrats on finishing de rerum natura! I wanted to ask about kosthus and emin/caz's dynamic... obviously it doesn't seem like they liked each other at all but kosthus took enough pity on him to (attempt to) teach him infernal at least.

also how did you come up with the baby name "emin" for cazador? and do you have any thoughts on why he might have chosen the name "cazador" for himself?

thank you very much!!! feels good to get another beefy book in under my belt after so long! 🤓

wrt kosthus & emin/cazador, honestly i just let the characters write themselves as i paneled & didnt have much script written for them. i figured it would be important for cazador to have had a way to learn infernal in the first place, so it makes sense to have had a tiefling spawn “sibling.” having a deuteragonist was a good opportunity for more character work also, & i thought it would be the most interesting for reading to have kosthus act as a foil to cazador’s characterization - favored, intelligent but not clever, & more than willing to punch down if called to by the master he both idolizes & fears. i hope kosthus comes across as his own man in all this; even if he didn’t get Too too much screentime i hope he was opposite a person enough from cazador to stand out hehe - that & the wrench he throws into the plot leading up to the finale. i think kosthus pitied him for the sole sake of being able to continue to look down on him honestly

for the name “emin” i legit just went on a DND baby elf name generator & kept clicking randomize until something i liked appeared LOL. (did the same thing with kosthus & vellioth’s last name “vildrek” in this!) emin is a cute name & doesn’t sound anything like “cazador” (“the hunter” for folks who don’t speak spanish) which you know he picked for self aggrandizing reasons. dude had “cazador” picked out for himself ages ago & was just never allowed to change it

[gay-caesar-truther]

I should Yap more about Cazador my medium evil Mr. House courier becuase he's been on my MIND recently

I'm just gunna post his full backstory below

Cw for child neglect, child abuse, child endangerment and abusive parents (I don't go into graphic detail).

Cazadors parents were both raiders, they'd been repeatedly kicked out of various groups (or had to run for their lives) becuase they repeatedly wanted more power and would attempt to stage coups.

They'd tried to start their own raider gangs, but they were both volatile people with no leadership skills so everything they started either fell apart pretty quickly or they were ousted once things were established.

They basically became a two person gang living in a shitty little shack, they'd raid small caravans and attack solo travellers for food, water, chems and whatever else.

Caz was made by accident (something they'd remind him of often), and the only reason they didn't leave him out in the desert is so they could have someone around to 1) raise their numbers for robberies 2) have someone to rummage about about in ruins for them.

More or less as soon as he was old enough to use a gun they'd kick him out all day and tell him not to come back until he found something good. If he didn't return with enough stuff then he'd be punished for it.

So he spent his childhood poking around in ruins for bits of useful scrap, medicine, etc. Anything he returned with was taken, so he started squirrelling little bits of food, water, medicine and ammo away for his own use.

This was the pattern until he was about 14- When on his way back, he heard gunshots and fighting. He hid behind and ridge and peered over to see his parents being attacked by Cazadors, they were obviously out numbered and ill prepared so he just sat back and watched, making sure they were dead before quietly making his exit, gathering what he'd hidden away and heading off into the wasteland (He named himself after said Cazadors).

From that point he never stayed in a single place long, spending his days scavenging or stealing what he needed, and his nights tucked away in some small dark crevice hoping nothing would find him.

He's deeply focused on his own survival above all else- he's willing to do whatever he has to in order to ensure that HE has what he needs. He'll cheat, he steal, he'll lie and kill for it if he has to, and sometimes even if he doesn't have to.

He doesnt like receiving help however, it feels like a trick, if he's offered a space to stay in someone's home he'll play up the helpless wanderer act, wait for them to go to sleep, then take whatever he could use and leave.

He signs up as a courier simply to make some money, and be a "trusted" person so he can use that later. He plays all sides for as long as humanly possible but ultimately sides with Mr. House for the protection and status. Being the only person who knows Mr. Houses secret, and the guy having an army of securitrons (plus seemingly infinite money) seems like a good bet for a little bit of security.

Ultimately Cazador seeks any kind of pleasure and comfort he can get with wreckless abandon to make up for all the years of sleeply rough and scrounging around to survive.