#everyone deserves to be romanced

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[eerna]

imma be so real with you I did NOT care for all the cutesy ways they presented Vi and Cait's disbalanced social status in arc 3

[maacbrem]

Thinking about Lieve’tel and Bertrand and crying at the club

She’s off putting and she knows it, knows that she moves a bit too carefully to seem entirely natural and when she speaks there’s an unearthly resonance to her voice and when she closes her eyes she sees all the threads of the world converging into warp and weft. She’s seen generations pass her by while she remains unchanged, her goddess’s voice and silence guiding her onwards, and she knows when people look at her they reject what they can’t understand. The Champion left behind his family to serve the Matron, and she takes it as her duty to watch over them even when they insult, demean, mock and dismiss her (even when they watch her back in battle and allow her to guard theirs in turn, which for warrior folk like them is as good as a declaration of care even as they refuse to meet her eyes or hold her gaze too long in a challenge she won’t answer).

And Bertrand is… normal. Ordinary. Unremarkable until he opens his mouth, and prone to sticking his foot there. He’s an aging human enamoured with the idea of being not a hero, per se, but a heroic figure. The dream of a legacy drives him. He learned to duel in fencing clubs but his first real fight was a half-drunken brawl to reclaim a bard’s stolen tips. He has a sense of righteousness but doesn’t always act on it and the older he gets the more frightened he is of dying without meaning. He makes her laugh, and then he does it again on purpose, and he keeps doing it for as long as they spend together.

She makes time for him when he’s in Vasselheim, usually scouting out the up-and-coming young adventuring parties that make their way through the city because he wants to be a mentor but hasn’t quite figured out what he has to offer yet. He attends services and makes offerings and lets her unpick his tangled anxieties about what comes after. They get thirty years in intervals of hours to weeks, and they’re not exclusive - neither of them is ever in a place to make promises they don’t really need - but they keep circling back to each other.

She knows she’s going to lose him and he knows she’s already mourning him. He gives her a bell for her prayer beads and she passes on the name of an old supplicant with a bloody past who might have work that suits him in Marquet. When he dies, she knows he’s gone before she wakes that morning. When the world is poised to end, she puts herself on the line with his token in hand because it is her duty and her honor, and because Bertrand once said that to be remembered well is to be immortal without cost, and what they had might not have been love but it was important.

[angy-grrr]

spoilers for chapter 429

idk if you guys remember but ochako does have parallels with All Might, specifically as the side who saves. It’s not that he feels the same for them both or something like that, they serve to represent the type of heroism he naturally goes to; his friend is not his love interest, from his perspective she’s out there having a crisis over not being able to save her, and Izuku reminds her that she is a hero bc she is his hero -she saved him multiple times, and she should be able to feel like a proper hero.

This conversation is not about the nature of their relationship, is about heroism; Izuku relates to a conflict between being a hero who saves and failing to save someone, and doesn’t want to see Ochako ending spiraling because she couldn’t also fulfill that role as expected. She’s his hero not because he loves her romantically -he’s a nerd I’m sure he would be way more nervous and blushing if he was confessing anything he thought was romantic- but because she’s able to go and do what All Might does to Izuku, save him physically and emotionally.

He knows she hides her feelings in order to not be a burden, yet he doesn’t talk about his own feelings outside of his guilt in heroics -what does he feel about losing OFA? About his own failures? About the people he personally lost? He can’t talk for others and claim Ochako is everyone’s hero, but he can speak for himself, and that’s his personal perspective -she is a hero to him, she’s his hero. And then the class appears to make sure she’s able to get support and understand she’s not alone, and she’s important to them too.

but Izuku doesn’t get support. Izuku cries a little and talks a little about himself, but he doesn’t get supported. If this was meant to be romantic, I don’t understand why he would hold back what’s inside of him.

the end of the chapter reveals that boy is going to be helped by that woman who regretfully ignored Tenko, and they both witness it and are happy about it while hearing izuku inspired that change, and iida wonders what’s up with them -this is the conclusion to their relationship. In their hearts these two are saviors who struggle to be heroes who save others, and they are happy there are appearing more people who want to be heroes like them. Heroes who save. Save like All Might.

That grandma for example, interpreting the narrative as what I think is intended, would be that boy’s All Might; she’s his hero.

Izuku and Ochako are heroes who save, and Deku is here to remind her at least she did save him many times, that she is still a hero because she is his hero. I don’t believe is meant to be interpreted as romantic, not that Izuku sees that phrase as it neither -after all, he said he does want to be like All Might and feels good to imitate him, but he doesn’t love him.

Ochako’s All Might hair moment, the parallels with Toshinori telling him he can be a hero, the trying to save from black suffocating quirks, the we can do it and do your best…

Do I need to remind you heroes arent a romantic thing for Izuku Midoriya?

[kuragesoda]

*busts through your walls* hi can i talk to you about my golden retriever bf jiro agenda

+bonus under the cut :DD

[paarthursass]

I think a single meeting with zevran arainai would completely undo Wyll btw. He would not be able to handle himself. Enough "which character would win in a fistfight" now it's "which character would make the other combust from thirst" and the answer is zevran for Wyll.

[dewdropdinosaur]

Kiss A Hundred Boys In Bars

Angel Dust x M Reader Summary: Y/N is feeling insecure about their body but soon finds their confidence through Angel. Warnings: NSFW. MINORS DNI. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Oral sex(male receiving), P in A sex, C*m, dom/sub dynamics, etc. For the lovely @little-bloodied-angel

One might have thought with all the screams coming from the Hazbin Hotel that another war was brewing inside its brick walls. However, more simply, Y/N had turned their room into a makeshift runway and those screams were of lyrics. With clothes strewn about, mirrors positioned at various angles, and a playlist of upbeat tunes filling the air. The door creaked open, and in walked Angel Dust, his usual confident swagger evident even before he fully entered the room. His eyes immediately went wide as he took in the scene before him.

“Whoa, look at you! This is quite the setup,” Angel said with a mix of surprise and admiration, his gaze flitting between the assortment of outfits and Y/N. His bright, pink eyes sparkled with curiosity.

Y/N looked up from the pile of clothes with a sheepish grin. “Hey, Angel. I’m just trying out some new looks. Thought it’d be fun to see how they fit.”

Angel’s gaze shifted back to Y/N, who was currently wearing a sleek, black outfit that hugged his form in all the right places, black suit pants and an lower cut black glittter crop top with the pastel themed makeup was definetly the move. The ensemble was complemented by a pair of striking shoes and the fact that Y/N was practically dripping in glittery silver; from rings to a chain around their neck. 

 “Well, you’re definitely pulling it off,” Angel said, walking closer.

Y/N blushed slightly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Thanks. I’ve been experimenting with different styles lately. It’s all about finding something that makes me feel confident.”

Angel’s eyes lingered a moment longer, and he grinned. “Well, if you’re going for confidence, you’ve definitely hit the mark. I mean, you’re rocking that outfit like it was made just for you.”

Flustered but pleased, Y/N spun around to show off the outfit. “Do you really think so? I’m not exactly sure how it’s going to look on a night out.”

Angel’s expression softened, his gaze sincere. “Trust me, if you’re looking to make an impression, you’ve already succeeded.”

“Okay, but see the pants? They just don’t…fit right.”

Angel titled his head, confused by his friend’s words. Examing the pants closer, he could still find no problem. “Mind explaining for me toots?”

Y/N sighed and plopped down on his bed, before speaking softly. “It fits too tightly down there—“

“Well then just get a bigger size then babes!”

“No Angel, you don’t get it. It…makes it obvious.”

“What obvious?”

“That I don’t have…what you have, you know. Down there.”

“Oh.”

Y/N laid back, staring at the ceiling. It was never a comfortable reminder, that someone would always point out that unforunte reality that made them seem like less of a man. 

“Well fuck that toots!”

Rapidly shooting up, Y/N tilted his head in confusion. “”What?”

“Toots, as a man myself and as a person that likes men, fuck that.”

“Huh?”

“Gees, you really gonna make me say it huh? I like you’re hot and if I think that, then you are definetly a man cause I don’t like no gal.”

Y/N’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red, and they laughed softly. “Well you have a certain way with words.”

Angel chuckled, his tone playful yet earnest. “Oh and right now, the only thing I’m noticing how incredible you look.”

With a flirtatious wink, Angel moved to stand beside Y/N, giving the outfit one last approving look. “So, are we going to see any of these looks in action tonight? Or is this just a private show?”

Y/N’s smile grew. “Maybe a little bit both, if you catch my drift.”

Angel’s eyes sparkled with mischief and approval. “Oh babes, do I ever catch that drift.” he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture his. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought his hands up to find themselves tangled in Angel’s hair. 

Trailing a hand down to Angel’s waist, Y/N gave it a tight squeeze that made the spider demon squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity until Y/N slowlyt guided Angel’s body to lay back on the bed. Lips swollen and eyes blown with lust, with back flush against the mattress, Angel wasted no time in relocking his lips back in a wanting plea but was denied by Y/N; who pulled back and dodged with a devilish smirk playing on their features. 

Nimble fingers traced up Angel’s waist, tugging softly on the waistband of his shorts before suddenly ripping them off of his body. Exposed to the cool air, Angel let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Y/N traced his fingers across his underwear clad bulge. 

“Starlight, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are stretching these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across his bulge, Y/N mumbled the words into the base of his neck while he left light nips across it. 

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Y/N…”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged his request by removing the offending garment from his body.​​ Working his way down, his face ended between his thighs. Small kitten licks graced Angel’s throbbing member, muffled whines and moans leaving the spider demon’s mouth in short bursts of pleasure. 

“Star, do not hide those noises from me."

Flipping Angel over on his stomach, he added a finger to his welcoming hole, stretching him wide. Angel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Y/N placed it on his hip and held him in place. 

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I haer to insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Angel gulped. Being restrained by Y/N, forcing his legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued his interest. Perhaps for another time. Suddenly, with the sound of a snap, Angel could feel an unfamiliar bulge digging into his ass. 

“Fuck babes, that ain’t gonna—“

“It’s gonna fit Star…you’ll take me so well.”

Removing his finger and slowly sliding his cock in, Y/N stretched Angel’s needy hole wide. Both men moaning both at the sight and feeling, a delicious stretch for both. Y/N’s mouth hovered over Angel’s ear, allowing his hot breath to fan his face. 

“You tell me when you want me to move.” 

Angel nodded rapidly, fisting the sheets underneath him in a fit of pleasure and pain. “Please…just move please.”

Slowly thrusting, taking his time to draw out every noise, Y/N relished in the sight below him. The thoughts alone of Y/N’s cock nearly had Angel cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push him over the edge. Smirking, Y/N picked up the pace, driving deeper, the walls of Angel’s ass squeezing onto him for dear life. The added weight and pace was becoming nearly too much. 

“Go on Star. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good.”

“Fuck, only you—holy shit—just you.” 

That’s what did it, Angel felt the coil in his  stomach snap as he cried his lover’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard him by now. Just as Y/N wanted. Pulling out slowly, Y/N laid next to a panting Angel. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged Angel in on the bed and he could feel the arousal coming off him in waves, Y/N whispered darkly

“Now I think it’s time for you to return the favor, don’t you think?”

[so-muchstardust]

No words can express how upset, and angry this makes me. We had a shot (pun intended) and because of the way some people view women, POC, and trans people, we lost. I'm fuming. This risks so many fucking people, it's insane. No matter what happens, stay safe, please. Because you are loved, and you DO deserve rights.

[hawkeinthecitadel]

I’m so glad that I’m seeing people showing interest in all of the characters when it comes to romance in Veilguard. With all the stuff I saw before release, I was so scared it was just going to become a Lucanis dating simulator the same way people tried to treat BG3 like an Astarion dating simulator. 😭

Glad y’all are showing love to all the companions, they deserve it.

[princsstwilightsparkl]

saying "if aroace people can date, then can lesbians date men?" is absolutely aphobic narrative btw!

[apricote]

love how sims can just get divorced on their own, i already see a divorce on edith and her wife's future :)

[thegoldenhoof]

Izzy likers : We just wish Izzy had been allowed to actually make something of the growth and self discovery he was given, either a kind life or a meaningful death, preferably on his own terms.

Izzy haters: yOu JuST mAd he iS nOt thE mAin cHarACtEr yOU thOuGhT hE wAS

Actually considering I went from loving both Ed and Stede (Ed more than Stede to be fair) and being excited about their development to being horrified by how each wonderful aspect of their personality was chipped off by the finale till what were left were 2 self-centered shadows full of unresolved issues with little identity beyond their "great romance"...

Yeah, I'm actually glad Izzy was not the main character

[forystr]

I like drawing hands on my pieces, this is something that I (hope) is something that carries across in my art in general, but when I'm drawing astarion and emyr I really think about where I'm putting their hands.

emyr and astarion don't have sex. this feels like a very natural part of their relationship to me. and personally the idea that sex is the ONLY intimacy that can exist in a relationship, or that it is something that "solidifies" a relationship / makes it "official " feels really... silly.

I really love drawing emyr and astarion because of the hand placements. when I'm drawing them, I'm imagining this like really deep trust between them - emyr touches astarions chest, astarion touches emyrs neck - - there is this understanding and security they both have that emyr will not ask astarion for sex. just, point blank. and that means there's like this atmosphere of "oh, okay, I can experience this kind of closeness or cuddling or human touch with an understanding thst nothing else is coming".

this is just my opinion and I wanted to share! but I just had thoughts about them, and I know it's a big topic right now with ascended/non-ascended astarion. play the game how you want, but I hope when you see my art of astarion and his bf, you can see the intimacy and love there and know that they both have a healthy and happy relationship without having sex with each other

[youmakethelight]

I've got my conspiracy theory hat on for the s11 finale time jump. And. I have a theory.

[hearts401]

We need to start treating bad writing like bad art and im not kidding

[cancerian-woman]

It’s interesting how some people are anti-Bonenzo because “Bonnie hates vampires” - she doesn’t literally all her friends are vampires or half. But never anti-Bonenzo because Bonnie didn’t get a real romantic build-up.