#everyone needs friends with vampire brainrot

[hekateinhell]

Hello, I have this headcanon about Louid/Armand/Daniel at trinity gate that won't leave my mind so I need to dump it on someone and none of my friends have vampire brainrot sorry if it bothers you! Louis is acting a bit strange, spending time alone or with Benji and Sybelle and none of them explain why. After a lot of nagging from Armand Louis admit he's working on a surprise for him and Daniel. One night, Daniel, Armand and Louis are sitting on the couch relaxing calmly when suddenly (1/3)

Daniel and Armand are hearing each other thoughts. Louis has been practicing and he's listening to both of them while broadcasting to the other (and pushing his own thoughts at the back of his mind). After a very emotional moment, Daniel and Armand look at each other and Daniel whispers in Louis' mind "there's something missing". Louis ask what and Armand answers aloud "you". (2/3)

After that Louis releases his own thoughts and the three of them share each other's mind for a while while cuddling on the couch (and crying a bit probably). Sorry for my English. Love your Tumblr and adore your fics! (3/3)

Aww this is such a cute HC!

I have to admit: for the longest time, I found it hard to envision Daniel with anyone aside from Armand, simply because we don't really see him having an explicitly romantic relationship with anyone else in canon like we do with all the others. So he doesn't usually factor into my poly ships that easily. @rainbowcarousels is bringing me around though, with the latest chapter of her stars fic (it's so good, please read it).

I'm such a softie for everyone healing and loving on each other at Trinity Gate, and I love the idea of one partner in a vampire threesome being a mental conduit for the other two. It's my go-to for Lestat/Armand/Louis, and it looks so well here too! Louis really would push everything else out and just do whatever if it meant everyone else is happy. He should be rewarded for that.

And thank you so much for your compliments! My tumblr loves you too 😭💕 (Never apologize for your English btw; neither of my parents spoke English as their first language. I only speak English fluently (this is debatable tbh, you've all seen how incoherent I can be sometimes). So it's something to be proud of - you speak more than one language and that's awesome!!)

[baddrcams]

I wanted to pop into the tags to seek more long-term di*scord partners. I usually write m/f or f/f (need more sapphic love pls and thanks <3) !! I've been writing for a long time and am 26 so pls I'd prefer everyone be 21+ before interacting <3* !! I'll add some plots I have muse for under the cut but pls give this a like or send me a message if you're interested !! (I don't like to 'double' for m/f sake, but I am down for multiple threads, just dont use me for my guys I guess?) *fade to black is okay even if above 21 obviously!! although sm*t is usually my vibe

im still in a bridgerton s3 brainrot unfortunately, so childhood friends to lovers vibes maybe? we could try the whole one has been pinining but moving on and the other is now started to pine OR we could do something totally different, i just want love that stems from familiarity with one another etc.

plot based off of pretty woman !!

maybe a little horror? serial killer in love anyone? the insatiable infatuation, the obsession, the creepy longing??? i want it all lol

this is kind of like the above but an aged up heathers style au!!

supernatural love!! give me a set of opposing creatures or the classic creature/human trope !! (i.e demons, vampires, werewolves, witches, etc etc)

hear me ouuuut but love island au!! just 1x1 but its like their dating around but keep coming back to each other, give me hooking up but trying to hide it from the cameras!! give me secret convos in the pool !! idk im also in a LI brainrot atm so

give me muse a needs something from muse b and is super manipulative to get it but falls for muse b and then its too late bc now muse b knows and now don't trust them!! a classic but a goody.

[hollybell51]

Gentleman

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Sam Winchester x AFAB!fem!Reader

Supernatural (2005), s03e02 “bloodlust”

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate.  

Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.

Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx

To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasn’t just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Dean’s ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as he’d died, the blood spraying over Dean’s face… yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations weren’t really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasn’t something you felt like laughing about over drinks. 

You could see Sam’s leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasn’t new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he’d say. “I just gotta thank God I don’t develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.” 

Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“What’s up with you two?” Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer. 

You shrugged. Sam shrugged. 

Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. “I swear,” he said, “they read each others' minds. He’s grumpy, she’s grumpy. She’s happy, he’s happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, he’d be limping.” 

Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “That so?” 

“Dean, come off it,” you sighed. 

He shook his head, smiling. “Lighten up, both of you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something about how you didn’t think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Sam’s chair cut you off. 

“I’m not gonna bring you guys down,” he said. “I’m just gonna go back to the motel.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed as he glanced at you, “I’m a bit tired.” 

Dean frowned. “You sure?” 

You nodded, standing. 

“Ok,” he shrugged. “Seeya.” 

“Seeya,” you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. “You want this?” 

“You’re not taking it?” 

You shook your head. “Not in a beer sort of mood.” 

He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. “Sure.” 

“Thanks, Gordon.” You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didn’t need to be rude. 

He inclined his head back to you. “My pleasure.” 

Sam’s hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table. 

“Sammy!” Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?” 

Sam caught them with ease, Gordon’s enquiry of “something I said?” chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said.  

“Jesus,” you grumbled, shivering in the cold air. 

Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didn’t exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and “gentleman” was pretty high on the list by you reckoning. 

“I don’t know about all of this,” he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. “Something’s…” 

“Off, yeah.” You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

“I can’t quite–” The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didn’t finish the sentence anyway. It didn’t matter.

“I know, it’s a brain itch.” 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Seatbelt,” he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn you’d have been dead years ago if you hadn’t had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadn’t had much success. 

You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you weren’t sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it. 

“I’m gonna call Ellen,” Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. “Maybe she knows him.” 

You nodded. “Mhm, good idea.” 

You were still humming – the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought – as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Sam’s jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen. 

You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day. 

“But I thought you said he was a good hunter,” he was frowning. 

You thought you heard her say “Hannibal Lecter”, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not. 

Sam’s back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadn’t been easy. You hadn’t known John Winchester well, but the time you’d spent with him had been… Well, it hadn’t been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldn’t imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.

There’d been one moment, just a few days ago, when you’d thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and you’d reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. You’d laughed at it – he looked ridiculous. When you’d glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

“Alright?” you’d asked, and he’d nodded.

You’d frowned. “Want me to drive for a bit?”

This time, a head shake.

He wasn’t alright, you could see that clear as day. “Sam, pull over,” you said softly.

He’d swung the car off the road so abruptly you’d jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.

You’d reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. “Come on,” you’d said, “out.” 

He’d leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past. 

“Interesting grass?” you’d asked, bumping your shoulder against his. 

He hadn’t smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. You’d consider that a win. 

“Seriously,” you’d prodded. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t…” He’d trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “I can’t…” 

You’d frowned as he’d shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. You’d told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole “I’m here no matter what” speech a thousand times, but now you didn’t really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset. 

Sam’s voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I can’t lose you.” 

Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.

“How can you–?” 

You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated. “Nowhere you can’t follow.” 

He’d just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromat’s detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Sam’s shirt. 

“I’ve got your back,” you whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” he murmured into your hair, “I’ve got yours, too.” 

“Good.” You’d pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed. 

Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your “romantic moments” for when you weren’t supposed to be driving. You’d grumbled that he was just jealous, which he’d vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as you’d waited for Sam to get back with lunch, he’d put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

“I’m glad he’s got you,” he’d said. “Real glad.” 

“You’ve got me too,” you’d smiled. “Always.” 

He’d just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before he’d cleared his throat and stepped back. “Thanks,” he’d muttered. “‘ppreciate it.”  

Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Sam’s back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it. 

He cleared his throat. 

You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away. 

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear. 

“Mhm, we will.” His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot you’d found, the one you knew drove him insane. 

“Yep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.” A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin. 

“Ok. Bye.” 

You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance. 

“What’re you doing?” he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat. 

“Kissing you,” you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, “touching you,” as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple. 

“Mm, do I get to kiss you too?” 

You smiled. “If you ask nicely, yeah.” 

“Please?” 

“Hm?”

He sighed. “(Y/N), come on.” 

“Nope,” you laughed softly. “Ask nicely.” 

You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again. 

“Pretty please,” he murmured. 

You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

Before you could even draw another breath he’d turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him. 

He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you. 

“I love this on you,” he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders. 

You smiled. “You want me to take it off?” 

“And this.” He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards. 

“Alright,” you laughed, batting his hands away. “Patience is a virtue.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never met you.” 

You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no. 

“Uh-uh,” you said, pushing him gently off you. 

“What do you–? Oh.” 

You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, you’d had practice. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he nodded quickly. “God, yes.” 

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. “Well you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?” 

“Sorry,” he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.

“And those.” You pointed at his underwear. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Damn right,” you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last night’s motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the night’s earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.

His voice was breathy when he asked, “You gonna keep teasing me forever?” 

“Maybe.” You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself. 

“Is that what’s got you smiling like that?” 

You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully. 

“No,” you said slowly. “I’m thinking about how your cock’s gonna feel in my mouth. How you’re gonna say my name when I’ve got you so deep down my throat I’m almost gagging. I bet you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Sam’s mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet. 

“What do you think?” 

He swallowed. “I think I’m not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think you’re right.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ok then.” You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, (Y/N).” 

“You want me to suck it?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

You shrugged. “Since you asked so nicely.” You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldn’t fit. Sam’s thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually. 

Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. You’d wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Sam’s hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “Shit, (Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos – before you met him, that was – as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it. 

“You look so hot like that,” he whispered. “How’re you so fucking hot?” 

You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation you’d had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that “there are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.” Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam was panting, “(Y/N) oh my God I’m gonna cum.” 

His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you. 

Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldn’t get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did. 

He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry. 

“You ok?” you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished you’d made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Ok?” he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. “I’m more than ok.” 

You smiled back, licking your lips. “Good.” 

“Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. “And take off your pants.” 

“Magic word?”

“Please.” Then, on second thoughts, “pretty please.” 

You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin. 

“Off,” you said against his lips, plucking at the garment. 

“Off,” he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear. 

Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing. 

“I love this,” he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. “Hey,” he said after a moment, frowning. 

You frowned too. “What’s wrong?” 

His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. “What’s this?” 

You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasn’t all that visible, but of course Sam would find it. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s a hickey. From you. From last time.” 

His face cleared. “Shit, didn’t realise it’d last that long. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you smiled. “Makes me think of you whenever I see it.” 

“Maybe I should give you more, then.” 

Your grin widened. “Please.”

“Mm?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty please.” 

“Ok.” He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum. 

“No more low cut tops, I guess,” you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another. 

“Shame,” he murmured into your skin, “I love those low cut tops.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’d be insane not to.” 

You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I’m relaxed, I’m so relaxed.” 

“Your heartbeat says you’re lying.” 

“That’s for you,” you told him, meeting his eyes. “That’s what you do to me.” 

“And this?” His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, “all for you.” 

He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis. 

“Please,” you moaned. “Sam, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Touch me. Please,” you added as an afterthought. 

“Nice manners,” he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit. 

You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts. 

“You take such good care of me,” he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. “You always take such good care of me.”

“Cause I love you,” you whispered. 

“Mhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” 

“Good.”

You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. You’d be a mess in no time, and you both knew it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling. 

“Hm?” His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. 

“Fuck me?” you half asked, half offered. 

He grunted softly at your words, nodding. “Got a condom?” 

“Mhm, yeah, sure. One sec.” You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. He’d gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole “Dean could get back any minute so let’s just be as fast as we can” element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You weren’t complaining. 

“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre. 

He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet. 

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Move,” you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. You’d do anything to make it disappear forever. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done.  

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. 

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged you, “I want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” 

“Shit, ok,” you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasn’t just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.

Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Sam’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he. 

“(Y/N), fuck,” he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax. 

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning. 

He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving. 

You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. “You good?” you murmured, cupping his cheek gently. 

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“How about you?” he asked. 

“I’m great.” Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. 

“Look at you,” he answered. “You’re so beautiful.”  

You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. “I really do love you,” you said as you pulled away. “So much.” 

He smiled. “I know, I love you too. More than anything.” 

You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. You’d both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasn’t with you, it was best to check it. 

Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see. 

The text, from Dean, was two sentences. “Back in 1/2 hour. Get decent.” 

“Screw you, Dean.” 

Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. “I guess we’ve got half an hour.” 

“I’m taking a shower then,” you said. “I saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.” 

“I’ll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?” 

“Deal.” You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, “gentleman” was definitely high up on that list. 

[iminhiraeth]

Limoreau Fic Ideas

because I have a terrible case of brainrot, I’m going to be listing all my fic ideas that I may or may not one day do. Who knows! But I figured I could share the brain thoughts in case somebody else needs a spark of inspiration :]

And Lmk if I should do more!! I’d absolutely be down to, but this is just a lil test of interest for neow. (Would also 100% be open with getting asks for blurbs like this on certain AU’s or concepts :])

Supernatural AU

Instead of 2 brothers on the road hunting the supernatural it’s Marie and Jordan, who are legacies of their monster hunter parents and are having to work together after their parents gave them an assignment before suddenly disappearing. Bonus points if Marie is actually a vampire and has to keep it under wraps, or Marie was turned into a vampire the same night Jordan was turned into a werewolf because the two of them were way too brave and confident they could handle a hunt on their own at the age of like. 8 or 9. Caused a lot of tension ofc because their families are HUNTERS !! Could be with super powers still except those with powers are all hunters and it’s like. A semi underground society that’s like idk. Men in black type of deal.

AU with boxer!Jordan

This one I imagine less as professional boxing and more as a sort of fight club. Everyone meets at a location that’s given only a day prior so they don’t get caught bc this shit is illegal, and Marie is dragged out to one by Emma bc Sam sometimes participates to blow off some steam. Marie ends up being the one who makes sure Jordan is alright after fights bc! I also think they’re only allowed to be in their fem form for the fights. (Due to make form being invulnerable to attacks.) Also sort of secret society but majority students in God U find out about it if the circles your in deem you worthy. (Aka you won’t snitch.) Jordan probably really gets a kick out of it too because they don’t have to be perfect in that space, and fighting just gives them some time to not have to think about anything else. Their parents were likely very strict and although God U does have public training n shit for crime fighting students, it could be that there’s just a lot less rules for these fights n’ nobody is nitpicking their form so they don’t have to worry about looking hero worthy. Just some college kids fighting underground, and maybe there’s a thing about there being an after party that usually turn out to be the best parties on campus. 100% just an excuse to have Marie patching up Jordan n being all hot n bothered over how they look in a fight. Bonus points if Jordan starts training Marie too and she starts signing up for fights.

Camp Counselors AU

This one explains itself honestly. Limoreau being rival camp counselors and always putting their teams against each other or some shit. They have a tally of their wins and have some sort of bet going on. After like their first year every other counselor was like why don’t you two just fuck already we’re tired of watching you flirt. Bonus points if it’s them reuniting after having gone to that camp when they were kids n even then we’re like. SERIOUS rivals. They could not get along for the life of them, but maybe one of them moved n they stood in the parking lot that year wanting to hug but not knowing if they were even friendly enough for that. They miss each other, much to their surprise, but then like idk 4-5 years later they coincidentally (Jordan for nostalgia?? Or bc their friends were like we should do something random for the summer… N maybe Marie because Annabeth wanted to go to the same camp for the summer.) both chose to come back to be counselors n when their friends try to introduce them they’re like we know each other already. (Likely Cate, Andre, Luke with Jordan and Marie with Emma and Sam??) Their homies then bear witness to the most sexually charged banter they have ever seen n are like you two… hate each other?? Are you sure?

Pirate/Siren AU

Pirate Jordan….. Siren Marie….. Froths at the mouth. That’s it, that’s the AU. I have no further thoughts other than Jordan washing up on fantasy island n Marie is laying there sunbathing next to them all oh ur awake!! Jordan short existential crisis of being attracted to a fish n then being relieved when Marie can change into a purely human form with small differences. (Sharper teeth and nails, a pointed tongue, a little more cat-like pupils, and a sort of strange gait to the way she walks.)

Alternatively, for Pirate/Siren, it could also be Pirate/Succubus

Marie ending up separated from her family after landing in human territory, Eek! Maybe b/c they’re like.. fantasy land royalty and we’re trying to strike a deal with this part of human land but then BAM betrayal, and as they’re fleeing Marie somehow gets pulled apart from them n their like find ur way back!! We’ll send Emma to come help you!! Jordan on the other hand is in search for a treasure that’s located in fantasy creature territory, and is in search of another crewmate after one jumped board. Marie gets rejected at first, since Jordan does not recognize her to be a succubus at first bc maybe… she has some magical amulet from her parents that blocks that perception of her for her own safety. Nor do they recognize her as royalty b/c I think it’d be fun if Marie was sort of? A veiled princess, nobody truly knows what she looks like but they’ve heard stories of what power she inherited. (Thinking that royal lineages are the ones who are supes.) Anyways, maybe that areas guards see her n recognize something she’s wearing so she’s like fuck it I’m jumping on board anyways Idc if you rejected me, n maybe it’s Cate who’s like ur in, I don’t know why Jordan was being an ass. Fairy!Emma joins them too either right after seeing Marie get on board or she was the one to be like FUCK WE HAVE NO OTHER OPTION JUST HOP IN !!

Bonus points if Jordan and Marie save each other at least once, and there’s cute moments of Marie showing Jordan places that are off their map (magic areas with like, cute little fantasy animals n just beautiful scenery bc I love that shit.) Marie basically on the run with Emma, maybe there’s also a part of the plot line where Marie has to deliver something to some magical beast or she was just tired! Of being holed up in that kingdoms castle just bc of her powers. Honestly could end with them reaching the place n Marie n Jordan are like strange that this is the same place I was going. N then they keep walking on the same path n their like are we… going to the same place right now. Edit: Forgot to add that Jordan would also probably come from a royal line, along with Cate, Andre, Luke and Sam! (Luke probably abandoning his position as king for some reason that could be adjacent to the whole situation with The Woods where instead of a virus being created it was just. An experimentation on Sam to try and see if they could come up with what essentially would be Compound V)

Post-Apocalypse AU

You can guess how majority of this goes. Could be that Compound V was made a lot earlier but somehow mutated and not only infected Supes, but also infected humans, which made them into zombies. Supes powers are dwindled down exponentially but they’re still a lot more enhanced in comparison to human zombies. Maybe Marie is on her own and finally thinking she’s reached the end of her line but then Andre comes in n is like hey!! Come with me lol I have a group n you seem cool. Andre explains to her that they’ve been on the search for a safe-haven they’ve been hearing about, and Marie is absolutely wowed bc she didn’t know any talk of that. Jordan is obviously irritated bc they’re like Marie is just body to protect and another mouth to feed W’s he’ll just slow them down blah blah blah. The usual Jordan looking out for themself first and foremost, but veiling it as a group thing. (Thinking it could be because they lost Luke n Brink n they just. Can’t take another loss like that, n it sort of feels like they’re just trying to fill a gap if they let Marie in. And they’d rather not stick their neck out for some stranger.)

Journey is long, Marie and Jordan have their moments of bickering and absolutely not getting along at first but after they find each other awake at night, both awoken by nightmares, they have a conversation and make a truce. They still snap at each other a little because they’re learning how to navigate one another but they’re noticeably a lot more friendly n are able to make jokes with one another. The group is like DAMN FINALLY !! Got sick n tired of hearing them constantly arguing. (Can especially see this situation bringing out the differences in Marie and Jordan’s moral compass. I feel like when in this setting, Jordan is a lot more willing to let others die if it means keeping loved ones safe. A lot more violent and unhinged and generally just a little bit scary, whereas Marie is the one who tries to see the good in people first instead of second even now. She’s more empathetic to the fact these zombies were humans once too, which could attribute to maybe Marie losing Annabeth to the virus. (Thinking that in this AU, bc compound V was made earlier that Marie’s powers didn’t show up until the apocalypse had already begun and possibly her parents were just in the line of fire when she freaked on a group of zombies, n Annabeth ended up bit but didn’t say anything. Except she was extremely irritable, slowly grew more sick, and eventually Marie had to lock Annie up n tried so hard to keep her alive until she realized forcing Annabeth to live like this was just cruel.) Marie probably ends up learning her lesson after a group they encounter stabs them in the back after Marie had JUST advocated for them. Jordan initially is rlly mad n is all up in arms about it bc they told her! They fucking told her! But quickly comes around when they realize Marie is genuinely having a whole factory reset bc of this n it just. Changes her perception completely, n Jordan almost mourns the fact that Marie had to learn things the hard away n they can’t just. Protect her from everything all the time.

[aromantic-enjolras]

Vampire Amis headcanons

I was brainrotting with @shamedumpster about vampires, and we wanted to bring you our results.

Jehan wears waistcoats and ruffle shirts and neckerchiefs, and he consistently lights his house with candelabra. No, he’s not an elder vampire: he was turned in 2008. He just likes the aesthetics.

Joly worked at a hospital before he was turned, and he keeps doing it after. He just works exclusively night shifts. The nurses are very impressed with his ability to find veins even on the most difficult patients.

Bossuet chipped his fangs on the first time he went out after he got turned. Now he can’t properly bite into someone without making a mess of things. Joly steals blood from the hospital from time to time, but it’s not enough to sustain him, so they share everything... even victims. Joly will bite them for him and then Bossuet licks at the wound. They sometimes do the “is it tasty?” “why don’t you come and see?” filrty dialog while Grantaire fake gags.

If he has the chance, Joly steals blood from drunk people and shares it with Grantaire and Bossuet. It gives them the closest to an alcohol kick they’ve managed since getting turned.

The Amis are a vigilante group. They need blood, so they get it from neo-nazis and cops. Mostly neo-nazis, because it’s easy to get past the radar than cops, sadly...

After one point the local groups start wondering what’s happening to their members, and a vampire scare gets around. They start wearing crosses, and learning prayers. Bahorel revels on smiling toothily to them and going “god is dead, bitch” before biting them.

Enjolras’ Presence is very, very strong. If he wants to make a human do something, he can just tell them to do it and they will. Walking around all bloody after feeding? No problem, just tell everyone around you to forget. Getting arrested for killing someone? Just tell every cop in the building to rethink their life choices. He swears he didn’t expect Javert to kill himself, really!!

Éponine is human. She’s the human provider for the vampires, doing daylight reconnaissance and other, less legal things they might need her to do. She has means, she will get anything done... for a price. She knows these men have money, and she’s not above making them pay.

On the other end, Marius is Courfeyrac’s human roommate. He has been living with Courfeyrac for years. He has no idea his roomie and his friends are all vampires, he’s convinced they are a support group for agoraphobics with sun allergies. No, they are not subtle around him. He’s just dense.

It is very useful, however, because he’s a law student, and he’s convinced all of Courf’s friends have some kind of social anxiety, so he is very willing to do their daytime paperwork for them. He has signed papers saying he can handle the legal affairs of the entire Amis.

One time Grantaire jokes that Courf is so cold because “he’s dead inside” and Marius pouts for a week. He’s also very confused that a guy as fashion-conscious as Courf doesn’t own any mirrors, and when Courfeyrac tells him he can’t look at himself in a mirror  he decides he has self-image issues and starts complimenting him a lot. Courfeyrac is very confused.

At the end, it’s Cosette who figures it out. When she accuses the Amis, everyone is like “duh”, and Marius can feel his jaw drop.

Hope you enjoyed this!

[hopepetal]

I need just any vampire au content you can give me. The brainrot is spreading and it needs to be fed.

FJDJFJ ALRIGHT

I've had some thoughts for Bdubs and Etho, as well as the whole big eyes crew. This is thanks to Laurie who I discussed most of this with and got ideas from. Etho is a nature spirit who usually shapeshifts into an Arctic fox! He follows Bdubs around and loves to mess with him– right when his friend Keralis and totally human Tango (he's in disguise give him a break) leave, Etho shifts into his human form. Bdubs tries to tell everyone his fox friend is a nature spirit but no one believes him

Keralis, Tango, and Bdubs are the "big eyes" crew because they look for supernatural creatures and try to prove their existence. Tango's just here because he wants to keep an eye on them and steer them away from any actual supernatural folk

[andordean]

Intro Post Is Here

I promised myself I would make an intro post with my fic list when I hit a followers milestone, and lo and behold, the time has come to make good on that promise. 

(Breathe in. You got this, Dor. Ok, here we go.)

Welcome, friends. If you followed me sometime in the last year and a half, here’s a funny story for you: I used to write Witcher fics (a lot even, at one point) (and I pray I will write again, though at the moment brain be words what no speaky English). (But I digress.)

What you can find on my blog: shitposting, sarcasm, salt—and Ciri. A lot of Ciri. (Often tagged as: "brat <3". No reason.) Also, many Ciri pairings. We support most Ciri pairings in this house.

What you can find on my AO3: Also a lot of Ciri in different pairings, or sometimes in multiple pairings, as (a) I am a multishipper and (b) Ciri is bi and can do no wrong and (c) has two hands and a hatred for cages and also (d) poly/open relationships are the new love triangles and we need more of them, actually.

Specifically:

"Blood Ties" verse, aka Queen of Cintra verse (aka mammoth), or a 100k words novel in three parts about what happens if neither witchering nor ruling the empire (nor dying, I guess) fully satisfies our girl's ambitions. (Answer: let’s go and shake up the geopolitical landscape of the post-TW3 Continent, reclaim your throne, piss off Dijkstra in the process, make new allies and enemies both, grow and heal, get what you wanted, find indulgence, and also love. Ships aplenty, including some nobody else thought of. Just saying.)

"Broken Pieces" verse, or what happens if Cahir survives, but somewhat fails to move on (he tries), and Ciri fails to be indifferent (she also tries). (Answer: witchering shenanigans, but also some family reunions, Ceallach being a Smart Cookie, Geralt being the Daddest Dad, Ciri being a brat, but also right, but also needing a reality check and to get her head out of her ass. Spoiler alert: happy/bittersweet ending. It’s Witcher-verse, after all.)

"Splinters" verse, or what happens when the author develops a brainrot. (Answer: modern!AU with the main theme being: everyone is thirsty for Cahir/Eamon’s hands. Banter, pinning, thirst, smut, and more banter. Past that comes back to bite everyone in the ass, heartbreak, and a happy ending. Always a happy ending. And Angouleme being the Best Gremlin.)

“The Ghost of You”, or what happens when Ciri gets Ideas, and tries to use Cahir to get what she wants. (Formerly known as the Cancel WIP. Mind the tags with this one; set during LotL, unhealthy coping mechanisms aplenty, trauma and PTSD galore, leading to the first steps of healing. It’s always, always about healing with these two.)

“Sing To Me In The Dark”, or what happens if Cahir finds himself in Kaer Morhen to help defend it from the Hunt. (Answer: the author wants to know too. Although the author mostly knows, but brain no speaky English, see above.)

“Hunter’s Moon”, or what happened in Beauclair during the hansa stay there, from the point of view of a certain succubus. (Answer: a certain vampire attempting to be a smartass, not always succeeding; smut and banter, and more smut. Also, a heartbreak.)

If you like any of the above and tell me about it, chances are I’ll be making you a birthday gift the following year.

In the meantime, enjoy the shitposting, the salt, the sarcasm—and Ciri.

[missallanea]

thinking about some of my supernatural muses that could be fun to crossover with Gravity Falls ( since it is back in the brainrot space and I'm smooching all you lovely GF blogs ) :

Eda, Lilith, & Amity : an obvious one. these two are sister series. lemme throw the witches at everyone. Eda's a scam artist that rivals Stan, Lilith is a historical know-it-all, and Amity.......... is a teenaged witch.

The Collector : obviously an interdimensional being with phenomenal cosmic powers might not be the best received... but it could be fun !!

Miyu : a vampire !! but not a traditional one. fully capable of walking in sunlight and immune to holy water and crosses. she'd have fun helping the Pines twins try to find the mysterious bloodsucker lurking in town.

Chelsea : sure, Mabel's met a mermaid before. but she needs more mermaid friends. even if Chelsea has a mean girl streak... she might be better matched with Pacifica.

Demona : she's a living gargoyle, idk what else to tell you.

[shiocreator]

May need to click to see em better but uh. I have been brainrotting over ocs and cryptid crush again

Scarlette(small human) and Evangeline(vampire) belong to me everyone else is from the game cryptid crush!/lh

a small thing of i think it'd be neat if eva and oz interacted so thought her deal is she hangs around edith's abit since shes still new to being a cryptid and maybe oz helped her in some way :]

Small spoilers of chapter 0 cuz i have thoughts on atlas and mike and its lengthy ish djbn

also i keep thinking about how lonely mike must of been to have eventually made a statue of debbie whilst stuck in some crusty old abandoned station. cuz like geeze no wonder he attacked out of desperation i would have too just to get out ekhmd however i also think a lot about just. What would have happened if we just were able to just comment about debbie and how that seems kinda sad and if he would like to come with us after

ALONG WITH ATLAS... HE REALLY DOES HAVE BAD LUCK TO GET POSSESSED BY HIS IDOL GUY WJJHSK.. he was so excited and well meaning and then he "dies" gets possessed almost kills his childhood friend unwillingly by his own hand NOT TO MENTION PARANORMAL POISONING h

Ramble over anyways i have THOUGHTS -

[anxiouspotatorants]

Maura and Daniel fic ideas because I’m going through brainrot and I need y’all to give me more fics of them:

Season 2 AU (?) where the space setting is another simulation but only Maura knows. As in everyone else has a new script they’re convinced is their life. Including Daniel. And now it’s Maura’s turn to help him remember, all the while dealing with grief over knowing what she’d made herself forget for so long.

AU where everything is fine actually. Daniel and Maura go fishing with Elliot and have date nights and sick days and gossip about all their cooky coworkers and who’s dating who (like what is going on with that French trio?). Life is still life, but theirs is as close to that wonderful moment that Maura wishes could last forever as possible.

Fantasy/Sleeping Beauty AU where Ciaran has put Maura under a sleeping spell or she put herself under one after the death of Elliot and now Daniel has to find her and wake her up.

Season 2 AU (?) where 2099 is real and everyone immediately finds Daniel and him and Maura have to figure out what they are to each other after everything and guess what they still love each other and are still in love they just need some time to grieve their child both individually and together and get comfortable with being together as the people they’ve become.

Normal AU without any sci fi plot twists where everyone on the Kerberos live in the same small town/neighbourhood. Either Maura and Daniel meet and fall in love or they’re already together and just have a lovely life while also getting to know and love everyone around them. I’m talking Elliot and Ada being forced to hang out because they’re the only kids around. Ling Yi and Olek are international students and the sparks are flying. Eyk is their sweet but tortured neighbour who just started therapy and gets invited to dinner at the Franklin/Solaces more than once a week.

An in depth fic depicting everything from when Maura and Daniel first met until they had Elliot. Cute crushes, awkward flirting, moving in together, how they dealt with the in-laws etc.

Total angst AU where both Maura is Ciaran and Daniel is an AI copy of his dead self. Maura can’t face who she became in order to escape her grief. Daniel can’t accept that he’s the digital spectre of his dead human self. A complete tragedy. I’m ready to cry.

Gothic romance AU. It’s the late 1800s and Maura is moving to a small town that has grown desperate enough to request a female doctor for their hospital/asylum. There are a lot of tortured souls in town and Maura keeps feeling like this place is familiar. Also there’s this guy dressed in black named Daniel who always stares at her like he’s about to break down. She gets caught up in a mystery and ends up solving the one of her own disappearance because she was so distraught at the death of her and Daniel’s son that she got memory loss and moved away, losing years of her life. Also please give this a bittersweet ending where she gets time to grieve Elliot but ultimately decides to live a life again with her husband and all her new friends and found family.

Vampire AU where instead of sci-fi solutions Maura turned Elliot into a vampire to save him. She also turned Daniel and herself, but somewhere in her own transformation she was compelled to forget her human life by the vampire that she got to turn them all (Ciaran? Henry?). So now Daniel and Elliot are following Maura onto a ship to New York to get her back, all the while trying not to get found out or kill the other passengers out of bloodthirst.

Modern cruise comedy AU. All the passengers are there on vacation and meet and interact. Maura is there with her husband and child and meet all these wacky people. They practically adopt Eyk who lets Elliot hang out in the bridge. They get caught between an arguing French trio and a blossoming romance between a tourist from Hong Kong and a Polish crew-member in the buffet line. Some tense Danish people keep setting their youngest child up on playdates with Elliot. Maura has to comfort the Danish boy when he gets caught up in a love triangle with a Spaniard and a Portuguese guy. Daniel somehow finds himself comforting the Portuguese guy. Elliot and Ángel just play Nintendo games together.

[spacesquidlings]

A Kindling

Description: Scarlet knows there's something strange about the pale elf, but she can't put her finger on exactly what. She feels apprehension, denied her sleep as she ruminates on what it could be, waiting for him to return, some part of her knowing that tonight she will learn something new about him.

Warnings: None <3

Note: Hey team!!! I was in a mood and struggling to write and so I started testing the waters with my personal ocs in the world of bg3. I obviously have Astarion brainrot so that was the FIRST thing that came to mind. This is sort of a rewrite of the sleeping-Tav/bite scene. This is just for funsies, I don't know if I'll do anything with it beyond this but I did have fun writing this and frankly that's probably the most important part of it all!!!

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Nothing but the crackle of the fire devouring the kindling could be heard, nothing but the hush of sleeping breaths.

The camp, near drowning after a harrowing day, was silent. Everyone was asleep, curled up in tents or tucked comfortably in their bedrolls.

But Scarlet wasn’t.

She counted Xander’s breaths from where he had snuggled himself into the roll next to hers, one hand reaching out, their fingers still tangled together. She listened to the snap and pop of the kindling as it turned to char, smelled the smoke as it burned the inside of her nose.

Magic and power were roiling in her veins and her belly like the angry sea, white-capped waves crashing with unforgiving rage against knife-edged cliffs, whipped up into a frenzied rush by a deafening storm. It was no different than most days now, and she could sleep through it until the magic calmed to gently lapping waves. Even now, fatigue crawled along the edges of her mind, a siren song lulling her into sweet oblivion after the nightmare the day had been.

But something tugged at her chest, held her taut as a bowstring. It would not allow her to sleep, to rest. Not until whatever was going to happen finally happened.

So she waited, and she listened to the soft sighs of her companions, of her beloved. How Xander had been willing to stay with her after everything, after the realization of what she was, of what lay buried in her bones, made her eyes burn with all the tears she had already cried and all of the ones not yet shed. How she ached to curl into his arms, to sleep, to rest.

Soon. The force holding her awake promised it would be soon.

Footsteps, near silent as they stumbled over the grass. The snap of a twig beneath the weight of a body, almost hidden entirely beneath the crackle of the fire. Heaving breaths, the smell of sweat and fear heavy in the air.

She kept her eyes firmly closed, but she already knew who it was. The pale elf, the vampire who was hiding in the daylight.

He had said nothing of himself, but she hadn’t needed much. There was fear in his eyes, hidden behind the cruel calculation and cunning that he masked himself with. And she would have been a fool not to notice the elongated incisors when he’d gotten close enough to hold a dagger to her throat.

His footsteps faltered, froze a few steps from her, and she held her breath, wondering what he would do next.

Her friends would call her nosey, but she felt the urge to find out what was going on, to dig deep into these new companions they had stumbled across. If for no other reason, than because they were people that needed help, and she would use every last drop of power crackling in her veins to help them.

She tried to keep her breathing even, soft. She was not adept at feigning unconsciousness, but perhaps the vampire wasn’t focused on everyone’s breathing patterns. Perhaps his mind was elsewhere, although she doubted prying would tell her much. His countenance was shifty, like he was forever balancing on the edge of the knife, preparing to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

More rustling, he was moving again. But strangely he was moving towards her. It sounded like he was sitting down, or perhaps kneeling, the subtle shift of his clothing against the damp grass telling her that he was close.

She could make out the frantic beat of his heart, flitting like hummingbird wings. His breath was coming in short rasps, and she could smell the sharp tang of sweat and fear burning her nose.

Scarlet rolled onto her back, eyes snapping open to see him unhinging his jaw, fangs sharp as knives as the firelight washed across them.

But just as quickly as he had bared his fangs he fell back, cursing as he stumbled to his feet, backing away from her.

Scarlet sat up, drawing her knees to her chest as she regarded him quietly. “Restless evening?”

He opened his mouth, closed it again. Some of the tension in his body melted away as confusion washed over his face like ocean waves reaching across a beach. “Excuse me?”

“You seem restless.”

His brow only furrowed more. “Yes, well I-” He froze, scowling then. “What is this about? You don’t seem surprised or upset in the least.”

“That you’re a vampire?” Now she was the one frowning, wondering if the fatigue creeping at the corners of her mind was at fault. “Why would I be upset about that?”

He blinked, slow at first, then faster, like there was something caught in his eyes. It made her smile, just a little, to see some of his facade slipping away already. He was no charming rake, of that she was certain. She had spent enough time with people pretending to be something they were not to tell when someone was hiding their true heart.

“I’m not stupid,” she muttered into the silence. “I knew you were a vampire immediately. You’re not exactly hiding it well.”

He looked almost hurt at that, although the expression was quickly replaced by a petulant frown. He huffed, crossing his arms. “What are you talking about? I’ve spent 200 years lurking in the shadows, no one has been able to tell.”

“Are you sure about that?”

Another huff, this one followed by what very well might have been a foot stomp. Scarlet fought against the urge to raise her brows, but she could not fight against the giggles that bubbled from her lips.

“What’s so funny? This isn’t exactly a laughing matter.”

He looked angry now, and his eyes flickered. It might have been a trick of the light, but Scarlet could feel it in her bones as surely as she could feel the rivers of energy that were drowning her cells. Fear, sharp and brutal as a well-honed blade.

“I’m sorry for laughing,” she said, unfolding from where she sat curled in her bedroll to stand. She held out her hands in peace, in apology. “I’m not laughing at you, or making fun of you. I suppose I find this all a little strange.”

Another huff, but he looked less annoyed, perhaps only slightly perturbed now. “Well you’re not the only one, dear. I’d say all of this is more than a little strange.”

“Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to insult you.”

His brows drew together, and he looked on the verge of saying something more, but he did not, only regarding her curiously.

“What exactly was it that you were doing anyways?”

A sigh, his head tipping to the side. “I suppose we couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room forever, could we, darling?”

“No, I think it’s probably a good thing if we address it.”

He inclined his head, eyes cast to the ground for a moment. “It’s not what you think, I swear. I only needed a little blood.”

She smirked, arms falling to her sides. “And you regularly take blood from sleeping victims?”

“What?” His brows shot up and his eyes shot to hers, wide and afraid again. “No, no I swear. I usually drink from animals. Bears, deer, kobolds, whatever I can get.”

“And do I look like a deer?” She was poking fun at him, trying to lighten the mood at least a little, and she was rewarded for her efforts with a wry smile.

“No, darling, although right now you are much more appetizing than one.”

She snorted, taking note of the twitch in Xander’s hand a few feet away. There was no way he was asleep. “Sorry, the kitchen’s closed.”

Astarion clicked his tongue, pouting a little. He was no longer afraid, and she felt a glimmer of delight like an ember cast from the fire beginning to bloom. If he was no longer afraid, then they were one step closer to trust. And trust was one step closer to friends, and that was a thought so delightful she smiled a little herself.

“I only meant to have a taste. I’m weak, too weak to hunt. I only wanted enough to regain some of my strength.”

She nodded, her mind already made up. It had been made up before she’d even opened her eyes to find him looming over her.

“Do you think you could trust me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “I do trust you.”

A pause, his eyes widening. “Well… Do you think you could trust me a little more? Do you think you could allow me to-”

“Yes.”

Again that look of surprise brightening his face, some of the darkness that had clung to him when they’d first met vanishing in a blink. He smirked, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“So you weren’t asking if you could drink my blood?”

His smile widened. “I certainly was, I just didn’t anticipate someone agreeing so quickly.”

She shrugged. She knew it wouldn’t cause her any danger, and even if it did, she would have gladly helped him anyways. There was clearly more hidden beneath the surface than he was willing to reveal tonight, and she wasn’t about to assume the worst. Yes, he had tried to attack her in her sleep, but so had Raven on multiple occasions, and Scarlet counted her amongst her closest friends.

“Scarlet.”

She looked over to find Xander sitting up now, his golden hair a mess, bags heavy under his eyes. He looked like he was on the verge of chastising her for making deals with vampires in the dead of night.

“Hello, my love,” she sang, ignoring the scowl he levelled on her. Xander wasn’t one for dark looks or reprimanding her, but when he did he could be unforgiving, reminding her more of the nobleman who had to rule his lands justly while scheming around his family’s machinations.

She knelt beside him, cupping his face and stroking his cheeks. “You look tired, my love. Maybe you should go back to sleep.”

“I had a dream you were about to do something foolish, and it made me so anxious it woke me up.” His voice was low, on the cusp of irate. He wasn’t buying her charade, although that didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep trying.

She gave him her sweetest smile, “It’s a good thing I would never do something foolish this late at night.”

One brow arched, his lips pursing. “Scarlet…”

She tipped his head to the side, her own head falling to the side to match. “Do you trust me?”

Resignation and fatigue washed over his face as he closed his eyes. “Of course I trust you.”

“Then you have to trust me, okay?”

Another sigh, and when he opened his eyes they were softer, the corners of his lips twitching like he was trying not to smile. “Didn’t you tell that to me before you jumped off a building?”

“And? I’m okay, aren’t I?”

An awkward cough erupted behind them, reminding Scarlet of why exactly Xander was annoyed with her. “Do you two need a bit of privacy?”

Xander’s glare was back in full force, although it was no longer directed at Scarlet, which was a relief. “You can give us another moment.”

“Don’t mind me, I’m only starving after not having a proper meal in centuries.”

Scarlet sat up straighter at that, whipping around before Xander could stop her. “What do you  mean, centuries?”

Astarion’s shoulders slumped, his eyes flicking away from her. “I fear I’ve said too much.”

“Xander,” she whined, turning back around. “Babey.”

He sighed, shaking his head. “I trust you, I just don’t know if I trust him.”

“You wound me. I’ve never hurt a hair on your head.”

“You tried to suck my wife’s blood while she was asleep.”

“Yes, well, we all make mistakes sometimes.”

Scarlet covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. It did little to help, instead earning another scowl from Xander.

“It’s okay,” she said, still giggling as she tried to speak. “This is my decision. But will you hold my hand? Please, Xander?”

Xander held her eyes for a long moment, silent, before he finally nodded. “I’ll always be beside you, sunbeam. No matter what.”

“Well this is all very romantic, but I’m still over here, starving.”

Scarlet sat back, looking up at Astarion once more. Although his words had been sharp, there was something tired in his face, a heavy weight pushing down on him that she did not yet understand.

“You can drink my blood if you want,” she said, threading her fingers with Xander’s. “I trust you.”

The relief in his eyes reminded her of the dawn, sunshine cresting over the horizon and gilding the world in light. “Thank you.”

He gave an awkward flick of his hands as he tried to instruct her how to sit before he knelt beside her. His hands pressed against her shoulders, his eyes suddenly alight with feral, animal hunger. He bared his fangs, lunging for her neck in one quick motion.

His fangs sinking into her skin was like two shards of ice cutting into her, extinguishing some of the heat of the power roiling in her veins. She wondered, distantly, if she ought to have been a little less cavalier with offering up her carotid. She was not immortal, not by any stretch of the imagination, and power or no she could still be killed as easily as any mortal.

Well, almost as easily.

There was no fear of him draining her to death, but she supposed he could rip out her throat. Maybe.

It wasn’t exactly an experiment she was keen on trying, but she supposed it might work.

Xander’s hand squeezed hers tighter, his eyes dark as the midnight sky as they found hers in the shadows.

“Are you alright?”

She smiled, although she was unable to nod with the vampire still latched to her throat.

A fuzzy feeling came over her mind, blurring out the crackle of the fire, softening the sting of the smoke. She felt more tired than anything, and yearned to sleep, to get lost in her dreams until the sun was too high and too bright and it pierced through the veil of oblivion.

Several moments passed, and Astarion showed no signs of stopping. She supposed she could have tapped him, could have told him to stop, but she was not afraid of him. Instead, she idly tapped patterns onto Xander’s hand with her thumb, an old game they had played when they were younger and trapped in lessons together. She would tap out a rhythm for a song and he would have to pick it up and switch it to a new song.

They managed to get through a total of ten songs before Astarion yanked himself away with a gasp. He pulled away with such force he fell flat on his back, arms flailing before he managed to push himself back up, hand covering his mouth as blood trickled down the pallid skin of his chin.

“Are you alright?” She leaned forward, reaching out to steady him.

“How are you-” His eyes were wide as saucers, the red so bright they seemed to glow. “I didn’t mean to-”

She shook her head, waving her hands next to her face. “I’m alright, see? Not hurt in the least.”

Beside her, Xander narrowed his eyes. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’ll heal.”

Astarion was still staring like she’d grown a second head. “Why didn’t you stop me?”

She blinked. “You were hungry.”

“Yes, but I could have killed you.”

She shrugged, ignoring the sharp glare Xander levelled at her. “I don’t think you could have.”

His brow furrowed, his mouth quirking into a frown. “You’re awfully confident about that. Are you familiar with a vampire feeding from you?”

She snorted. “No, but I doubt my goddess would allow me to perish so easily when there is work to be done.”

That earned a small smile from Xander, her dearest confidante. The lie rolled easily from her tongue, like honey sweetening over-steeped tea.

Astarion took it easily, not questioning her as he shrugged. “Well, thank you. I’ll be off now, to hunt some great beast to further sate my thirst.”

He was gone without another word, swallowed by the shadows surrounding the camp.

Which meant that she was alone with an incredibly irritated Xander.

Scarlet whirled around, pressing a hand to Xander’s mouth before he could start laying into her.

“Not a word,” she whined. “I was just trying to help.”

Xander’s scowl did not budge, although he did remain quiet. Silence stretched between them, heavy and tense. Scarlet could feel herself wavering, her resolve a crumbling wall of sand beneath a gathering storm. 

She didn’t like silence, and she liked tension even less. She had thought Xander would try to argue, or that his expression would at least change so she wasn’t frozen in place by the power of his glower.

Moments ticked by, nothing but the crackle and pop of the fire to fill the silent void growing between them. Another moment passed, and then another, and when it all became too much for Scarlet to bear, her eyes burning with unshed tears because she was tired and Xander was upset and couldn’t he just speak so his worries were free and they could both be at ease?

Xander’s breath was sharp, like he were steeling himself. And then he licked her hand.

Scarlet squealed, falling back as she shook her head. “Ew! Xander, that’s gross!”

He chuckled, the sharpness of his previous expression replaced by mirth, buoyant as driftwood on ocean waves. “It’s your own fault! You had your hand pressed against my face so long I thought I would suffocate!”

“Oh please.” She wiped her damp palm on the side of his face, earning a wicked look. “You could breathe perfectly fine. And that’s your own fault, too!”

He snatched up both her hands, leaning forward like he might tackle her. “I wasn’t the one that just let a vampire feed on me, Scarlet.”

She pouted, ignoring the furrow of his brows as he glared. “You usually call me sunbeam.”

“I-” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. The corners of his lips twitched, like he was trying desperately not to smile. “It’s awfully late for your shenanigans.”

She reached up to brush a lock of hair back from his brow. His hair was always so perfectly tousled, styled just the right amount to make it look like he was carefree, like he hadn’t bothered to brush it at all, but still so devastatingly handsome you had no choice but to look twice. And while she’d always known the real Xander, the messy one, the sleepy one, the whiny one. The Xander that helped her do her laundry, that whined when he wanted a kiss, that laid his head in her lap while she sang to him in the evenings. Still, it was strange to see him like this, removed from their home, his hair a mess, sticking up at odd ends and flattened against the side of his head.

“Then get some rest, my love,” she murmured, tracing her hand down the line of his jaw. “It’s been a very long day, and you need to rest.”

He sighed, capturing her hand, holding it against his cheek. “I know you think you’re invincible, but you could have died today. Or worse.”

She winced, a dull ache rippling from the back of her skull down her spine. Her eye throbbed, and for a moment her stomach roiled at the memories of the day. Or days. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been on that ship, only that she wasn’t some alien creature yet. And none of her friends would be, ever.

“The ‘or worse’ is still on the table, unfortunately,” she said, trying to keep her tone light.

It was, undoubtedly, absolutely the wrong thing to say. Xander’s expression darkened, his eyes shuttering.

“My love I didn’t mean it like that,” she breathed, her voice feather-soft. “Only that… Well…”

She’d only meant to joke around, but she doubted that would be a response Xander very much liked either. “I don’t really know what I’d meant.”

Another sigh, his eyes falling closed. “I understand what you were trying to do. But I worry. Right now more than anything.”

“We’ll get through this,” she insisted. They would, they had to. She would not accept another solution. She’d never been one to yield, not without a fight, and she was quite adept at winning fights. “We’ll find a solution.”

Xander squeezed her hand, leaning forward until their brows pressed together. “I’ll accept nothing less. We’re getting through this, and I will make them take that worm out of your brain myself if I have to.”

She giggled, stroking his cheek. “Always the drama queen.”

“Isn’t that why you love me?”

She rolled her eyes. “Among other things.”

She felt his smirk as he brushed his lips to the curve of her jaw. “Care to tell me about all these other things?”

“Unfortunately, it’s quite late,” she said, tapping his chest. “We don’t have the time, and I find I’m suddenly very exhausted.”

He drew away, shaking his head. “And whose fault is that?”

“Xander, he needs to eat, I’m not going to let him starve. And we both know I’m the best person for the job.”

Her power was muffled, if only just, but still it replenished her veins quickly, knit her skin back together without so much as a scar. Her body would heal itself quicker than she could be drained.

“I’ll heal quickly, and it means no one else will be at risk,” she continued, trying to make him understand, to trust her. “My love, Xander, do you trust me?”

“I trust you,” he breathed, still clutching one of her hands to his cheek. “But I’m terrified. I don’t want to lose you.”

“And you won’t.” She slid her free hand up to his other cheek, caressing the wind-kissed skin. “I love you, I will always come back to you.”

“I wish you could stop sacrificing yourself,” he muttered, sounding unconvinced, sounding hurt. “I wish you would stop putting yourself in harm’s way for everyone else. What about you?”

“Xander…” Pain spiderwebbed out from her heart, clawing through the cage of her ribs and branching out to bury in her veins, in her bones. “You know I can’t.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, anger flickering in the dark of his eyes. But instead he only looked away, raking a hand through his hair, making it even messier than before.

“Come lie down with me,” he said instead, holding out his arms. “I need to hold you.”

She curled against his chest, letting him draw her into his arms as he laid them both down. There were words unsaid, lodged deep in his throat, and she knew this conversation was not over, this fight not yet at its conclusion. This was only a respite, a temporary truce.

“I love you,” she murmured, her words catching against the fabric of his shirt. “I love you so much Xander that it hurts.”

“And I love you,” he breathed, his words tangling in her hair. “I love you to the edge of the world, to the end of time.”

Her blood still roiled, her stomach churning, and a new weight had settled on her chest as something strange brewed between them. But for now they were both safe, for now they could be at peace.

[imscissorbladez]

Meet the Tavs!

Because this piccrew is god tier.

ROOK MAGUIRE

half wood elf. folk hero. bard. late twenties early thirties. they/them.

rook was living a completely normal life fucking around in taverns around baldur’s gate trying to make it big as a bard, when the nautiloid caught them. an asshole in the sense of ‘will be an asshole if someone is rude to them’ but largely has always tried to do the right thing. typical party was karlach, astarion, switching between gale and shadowheart. ended up besties with gale and shadowheart. some dialogue is really funny because as an enby tav it was like ‘shadowheart, plz, I beg, I’m trying not to deadname you but you have to tell me.’ panicked early game realising they couldn’t protect their party after a few deaths, started eating the forbidden gummi worms, was half-ilithid a lot of the game. ended the game in the underdark, because they kind of like the folk hero gig and their vampire man needs a daylight ring or a wish spell.

romanced: astarion, gale tried it but they honestly got a cute third act arc and in retrospect if rook wasn’t already a human capri-sun they could’ve been a thing.

would they have been lured to cazador: without a shadow of a doubt, yes they would.

RI’LRR THE BLOODY

seldarine drow. haunted one. rogue. mid-twenties. she/her. dark urge.

my original dark urge; she woke up with no memory and proceeded to be super weird, because nothing says ‘cohesive party’ like ‘is it normal to want to pluck out your eyeballs and eat them? gale? gale???’ throws every fight she gets into because she’s scared of going too far. typical party is lae’zel, karlach and shadowheart. this is the girlypop crew. ri’lyrr struggles to make friends but she saved shadowheart when lae’zel was yelling at her so the girl gang has her back at all times. does the right thing! just EXCEEDINGLY violent. resisting but im not sure if itll last and if it does it’ll be because she loves her squad so much.

romanced: lae’zel and they are the cutest couple on this earth. ri’lyrr has gone from ‘man who was absolutely too old for her and was definitely a poor choice’ to ‘githyanki warrior who will end lives for her and actually doesn’t like seeing her in pain.’ fun fact, this was meant to be a wyll run, but they just worked SO well. bae’zel and ri’lyrr are at this point essentially married.

would she have been lured to cazador: honestly at that point i think it would’ve been cazador’s problem.

HAVEN [REDACTED] GRIGORE

human. sage. wild magic sorcerer. mid-thirties. she/they.

my little brainrot blorbo: without saying her entire backstory she’s sheltered for a reason. they grew up in rivington raised by their grandmother, and have a connection to the monastery of lythander that may irreparably change the course of their life. switches parties depending on need. sends out scouts. my most technically competent tav. she just has a desperate need to be liked so she can stay alive long enough to get back to be rivington, so compulsively helps everyone she sees and then lies about why. also her dad is a pirate. this will become relevant but it’s more if I start using pirate imagery that’s why. the idea of haven in the pirate hat has sent me FERAL.

romanced: if you can call whatever toxic nonsense that they have with astarion right now romance, sure. i could ship them with lae’zel, wyll or astarion, which is the route the fic is going for. karlach is firmly besties, shadowheart just doesn’t like her much at all, gale and haven would be boring! there, i said it.

would she have been lured to cazador: not an ice cube’s chance in hell.

ELYS AKTA SMOKEHARBOUR.

mephistopheles tiefling. noble. draconic bloodline sorcerer. in human standards, late-thirties. all pronouns.

ELYS THE MENACE. has spent the entire time with a tadpole in her brain rizzing up the camp. an objectively ‘good but not nice’ character. was literally described in co-op as ‘oh I get it, she’s going to save every tiefling here she’s just an arsehole.’ Had a problem with Asmodean Tieflings (it was on sight) up until she met the kids at the Tiefling camp. is here for a good time not a long time. wants to get back to the upper city and be a big deal again, death is not something they were planning for. keeps her camp mates up gossiping about ‘why is wyll 10 times hotter as a literal devil’ or ‘i think gale ate my good heels, i will pay someone 50 gold to retrieve them.’ co-op, so plays with a halfling cleric peddling gummi worms that elys won’t touch but everyone else probably will. the rest of the team comp changes depending on vibes.

romanced: has managed to romance everyone to some degree except halsin and that’s because you can’t do that yet where i am. however: it’s 99% going to be wyll. he will make elys into a better person. elys will make him do shit for himself. they’re going to have like six kids and elys will complain the whole time, i’m so ready for it.

would she have been lured to cazador: she wouldn’t run in the same circles but potentially, yes. wouldve criticised astarion’s repair work and taken him in as a sugar baby. i’m not even joking.

[asphaltvalkyrie]

Baldur's Gate 3 OC Brainrot

I'm currently starting Act II and having a grand old time. I came into the game with little knowledge of its plot or characters, though I was familiar with Faerun due to having played in two D&D 3.5e Forgotten Realms campaigns in college.

I made a wood elf Ranger named Alsvid with the intent of having him be a reincarnation of my Ranger from my Ragnarok Online days, which were about 15 years ago (!!!) but things went... very differently.  

My RO Ranger was a handsome, pale-skinned, soft-spoken sort with social anxiety and a low self-image, who was slow to open up to people due to military-related PTSD. He was also aro/ace, though he had several close platonic friends.

I started with a similar face, hairstyle and eye color, but then things got a little weird. I'm playing on my partner's PC because he's the one who owns the game, and its graphics card is just barely up to running it. So, I turned up the maturity sliders and freckles and makeup and whatnot just to give his face a bit more depth since most of the detail would be lost.  It looked like most of my tweaks did nothing in the character creation menu, but when I got to the actual game I realized they did EVERYTHING. So cute anime boy trashed his skin and now looked like an old rock star - I'll post a pic of him once I can get one over to my own PC. Also I had him try the penises on like hats until I found one with just the right amount of pubes. 

Then I started to meet the party members, and I found the more shy and aloof dialogue options very unsatisfying  because I really liked all these people and wanted to know as much about them as possible. So I started picking the dialogue options that I thought they wanted to hear were the friendliest, most considerate ones possible.

Bitchy, condescending vampire who tried to bite me in my sleep because he's starving and feels sick?  Sure, think of my blood as your bowl of warm chicken soup and I hope you feel better!

Secretive, distrustful cleric of an evil goddess with a powerful macguffin that she refuses to talk about? Religious trauma, amirite? I'm here if you need to talk, no judgment!

Pretentious pedant of a Wizard who might accidentally blow up an entire city if he doesn't get expensive magic items? Well, I'd better get you a hell of a nice birthday present!

Foul-mouthed hell soldier with a flaming engine in her chest that burns anyone who touches her to ash? I'm just so sorry I can't give you a big hug. 

Cocky, self-important Warlock who made a deal with a devil and is now whining about having to suffer for it? Don't be sad friend, you did it for all the right reasons.

Volatile, humorless Fighter who clings to her callous and cruel warrior culture at the expense of all her relationships? Your queen would be so proud if she could see you now!

So, the majestic lone wolf became a happy, bouncy golden retriever slobbering on everyone. And speaking of slobbering - I threw the ace part out the window for much the same reasons as I threw out the social anxiety. I thought I might romance Gale since that scene where he helps your character tap into The Weave was utterly charming, but then I recruited Karlach.  She quickly became my BFF because gigantic, outgoing,  foul-mouthed ladies are the best, but I was still on the Gale train. Then one night my boy was in camp and she sat down next to him and said she wanted to "ride him until she saw stars" and I just... can't say no to that. Haven't gotten to the point where she can touch him yet, but all the innuendo has been delicious and I look forward to her snapping him in half like the twig he is instead of just incinerating him like... well, the twig he is.

And now I want to write him a backstory. That said, this game's a lot more elaborate than my usual fare and I was afraid of sucking out loud, so I picked my class features and feats and whatnot based on utility and not for RP reasons. Its gonna be fun working backwards to justify them.

[umbrellamedic]

✿ i am trying so hard not to send you so many memes

send me a     ❛   ✿   ❜       and I’ll talk about our muses in some capacity  ;  be it a headcanon or a plot idea that I’d love to write!  you fool; you absolute fool, you've played into my trap- answering memes only makes me happier! >:D

I love AUs, so here's some AU things that could be fun or painful:

Fantasy/Modern Fantasy/any kind of DnD, FF, WoW, YOU GET THE POINT type verse- they have some common goal to complete and the healer sent to accompany Carlos is actually a sadist who is OFFENDED she has a natural affinity for healing. She grew up wanted to be a powerful necromancer, but noooOOOooOOooOoo.

Obligatory Vampire au: A vampire and a hunter must team up to take down some bigger threat to them both- they can totally go back to being enemies after because they won't end up friends that'll be silly. BONUS POINTS: the pale European is not the vampire for once. everyone they come across who can sense the undead just assume it's her because stereotypes.

Post Raccoon City Shamelessly Citing Your Post: while searching for Nikolai, Carlos crosses paths with Shadoloo (NeoShadoloo; either works, whatever). they agree to fund and aid in his search but in return he works for them between following leads/works for them full time after he settles his score with Nikolai. On missions a certain blond is assigned to help him- she has NO CLUE who he is. Bonus: some kind of subplot thing where either Nikolai works for Shadoloo and they hide this fact from Carlos (they're gonna betray him and try to give him the old doll treatment anyways) OR they know where Nikolai is and don't give any of this info to Carlos. They'll pay for him following any leads he finds on his own, but they aren't gonna tell him shit because it's convenient for them to let him keep his memories for intel on Umbrella/BOW shit plot point... reasons... I JUST WANT TWO BROKEN EX-UMBRELLAS AND PAIN

More supernatural bullshit because I can't think of anything else in this moment apparently: Carlos needed a guardian angel to save his life; Michaela- recently kicked out of Heaven- needs a human soul to avoid ended up in Hell/to cloak her from Heaven. Now Carlos is stuck with a fallen angel who doesn't really get how Earth works, but is totally down to keep him alive for purely selfish reasons.

Remnant Remnant Remnant Remnant Remnant Re- Listen. Post-apocalypse; only a small group of heroes to save the world; a rag-tag team, each with their own reasons for putting their life on the line against the Root; discovering the mystery behind how the world went to shit; those are some nice glowing red crystals.... it would be a shame if... they made some assholes... immortal... a bigger shame if they're blindsided by this fact and find out in the most traumatic way possible... the brainrot. is strong. too strong.

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

Oh this looks fun! Thanks for the tag <3

Favorite Thai QL: I'm gonna have to go with Love in the Air bc the brainrot got me back into writing and it's just so comforting. I also need to say Between Us.

Favorite Pairing: Anyone who's even remotely interacted with me knows it's EulBoss but also BounPrem are my comfort pair. I also think EarthMix and OffGun are super fun to watch on screen and I love them.

Most Underrated Actor: Probably Tar Atiwat from I Will Knock You. I have massive respect for anyone who can portray a character with a quirk that could have been played for laughs but instead is taken seriously and somehow makes the show so charming to watch. I hope he gets more roles.

Favorite Character: I'm pretty loyal to Rain. I also adore White from Not Me, King from Bed Friend, and Win (Between Us or Cupid's Last Wish, take your pick).

Favorite Side Character: Manow from Between Us - that girl is me ok? Also Yod from 1000 stars bc he's so fun! Tiw was already mentioned above but him too <3 Favorite Scene in a QL: RainPhayu's episode 5 conversation about puas and mias followed by the sweetest kisses in existence lives rent free in my brain. Not Me's Pride Scene, 1000 star's and Cupid's Last Wish ending sequences with EarthMix play-fighting, and GAP's kiss-and-bite scenes also take honorable mentions.

Favorite line: "I love you." I just adore how many different ways it can be said and the look in everyone's eyes as they say it.

Most Anticipated QL: Boy Next World. Eulboss need I say more? Also Vampire Project bc BounPrem + Boss! And 23.5 which is airing rn bc girls :)

Healthiest relationship: I think the episode 11 conversation WinTeam (Between Us) had about boundaries gives them this title for me. KingUea also did reasonably well. PhuphaTian (1000 stars) took a while but they got there too. And obviously the weather boys.

Unhealthiest relationship: VP

Guilty pleasure: Not sure about any guilt involved but Cutie Pie has been giving me lots of warm feelings lately.

Most underrated: I don't really see a lot of people talking about Cupid's Last Wish as compared to 1000 Stars or Moonlight Chicken when it comes to EarthMix. Cupid's is my favorite drama of theirs and I think more people should watch it <3 Other than that, Vice Versa was a ton of fun. Fish Upon the Sky too - idk it made me laugh so much.

I'm reviving this thread like 5 months later but it was fun so anyone is welcome to play!!

Thai QL Favorites Tag Game

Tagged by @telomeke, thankss <3

Credits: this game was created by @thatgirl4815 as Thai BL Favorites Tag Game.

Arghhh I just know this is going to be so hard, I'm gonna be an indecisive mess throughout.

Favorite Thai QL: Starting off strong with an impossible question to answer! I'll always have a spot for Bad Buddy in my heart, being the creative genius it is, and bonus points for being my first actual BL. But I have to also mention My School President, for the sheer joy, amazement and wonder that series sparked in me. I cried. My only 12% is forever going to remain in my heart, it hit close to home but I liked the pain. Probably the sweetest, most wholesome show ever. And, can't quite wrap this up without my newest favorite: Not Me!! Truly an amazing series that had pretty much all I could ask for.

Favorite Pairing: Dang it. I feaking love Gemini Fourth, they're genuinely such an amazing pair with amazing chemistry. But also, OffGun in NoT Me genuinely knocked the wind out of me. (Special mention to SantaEarth for being frickin adorable)

Most underrated actor: Joining @dribs-and-drabbles in the pitch for Harit, most well known for his role as Todd in Not Me. I REALLY want to see him as a lead, because I knew he'd be evil from the start and yet I was still so sad when the reveal came.

Favorite Character: God this is so hard to chooseee. Probably Tinn from MSP because my god the guy is so cute, and the greenest of flags to ever green flag. Also Black, from Not Me because I am here for the spiky on the outside but a little bit soft deep deep inside thing. And I can't forget about bestie Sam from GAP the series. Everything about her was just>>>

Favorite Side Character: Tiw from MSP for being the best wingman ever, and Ink for being the best just ever.

Favorite scene in a QL: Theres many, but two main ones come to mind here. The bar scene in episode 12 of Bad Buddy, when the gang is hanging out, drinking, and witnessing the stupidity of their younger selves through the eyes of an older generation. Second is the pride celebration scene in Not Me. I tell you, that scene made me sob.

Favorite line in a QL: I literally have a google docs filled with impressive lines from QLs!!!! I think I'd have to go with "All we can do is try. Even if its scary, we have to try it to find out" from the eighth sense, ep 10. "I will choose to remember only the good ones so there will only be the beauty of tomorrow" from uwma ep 10 comes a close second though.

Most Anticipated QL (& why): 23.5 I NEED high school lesbians. Also, GMMTV's first gl!!! I'm praving they don't f it up.

Healthiest relationship in a QL: Probably PatPran or TinnGun

Most toxic relationship in a QL: Agreeing with @telomeke on Tharntype here. Goddam they were messy. And toxic.

Guilty pleasure series: Uhhh Love in The Air.

Most underrated series: My Only 12% definitely, no doubt about it. This little series is so amazing and it needs so much more love. The story is simple but engaging. The characters have amazing dynamics and chemistry. It has a lot of little messages and meanings and lessons hidden in it.

Tagging:

@chordassinationtechnique @dimplesandfierceeyes @coffeelovesdramasalatte @snidgetwrites @ahxu-laowen @transpat @theyellowhue

And anyone I haven't tagged who wants to join as well, consider yourself tagged if you see this :)

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*mature content is SFW (but may be have dark or suggestive themes)

M U L T I P L E .

I can go anywhere I want – just not home // fic // diluc, thoma, kaeya, kazuha // you confront someone homesick

lover from another nation // hcs // you're their foreign lover

I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs // multiple // nahida's story quest where they dream of lost loved ones

giving them a seelie pet // diluc, ayato, wanderer, zhongli

to pass the kamisato standards // multiple // kamisato mc introduces their lover to their siblings

Bloodsucker // mature fic // (crack) diluc, (angst) thoma, (horror) zhongli // they're a hungry vampire

Fix me up, lover boy // short fics // they like you and they help fix your appearance // elzer, zhongli, diluc, ayato

Blood Week // HCs // multiple // them on your period

Less than Lovers // mature fic // thoma, diluc // you're more than friends but less than lovers

You were the enemy all along // short // multiple // how they react to you betraying them

I wanna ruin our friendship // mature fic // diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao // a little burst of courage is all you need

Outburst // HCs // multiple // when elements reasonate with their emotions

Dragonspine (Playable AU) // fic // diluc + kaeya + klee // your player logs out, leaving the team in dragonspine

D I L U C .

Loyalties 01 // 02 // 03 // mature mini series // you're his lover but he found out you're a fatui spy distributing delusions, now you're chained to his basement (ft. Kaeya) // read more in series m.list

Family Agenda 00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // concept series // having more than 8 kids with him // read more in series m.list

Sly Villain 01 // 02 // brainrot+fic // rewrite // you're a harbinger with an obsession

"Hands off! I'm taken!" // fluff fic // in which he gets drunk and you pick him up

Little Star // SAGAU fic // the creator doesn't want diluc, everyone knows this (everyone is wrong)

The painter’s muse // soft fic // where reader comes from a family of painters for the ragnvindr family

Suddenly // mature horror-mystery fic // he's trying to find you (he might be too late)

I love you in every universe // playable reader drabble // diluc never notices you, until your player co-ops with a diluc main

physiologically reactive // brainrot // dendro MC burns every time diluc touches

End game // short // Mondstadt is in ruins but he loves you

diluc gets a new skin // drabble // playable reader

s/o fell first, diluc fell harder // drunk brainrot

diluc's fashion; by the maids // ramble

diluc & attachments // brainrot

Enemies to lovers // brainrot

diluc has a king sized bed

baby fever // ramble

kätzlein mc + tcg

diluc's instagram

K A E Y A .

Stalker // mature fic // you seek his help from a stalker

red flag // brainrot // toxic relationship where he tests you

A Y A T O .

Chess Piece // drabble // you play along in his political game

Change of Pace // drabble // Ragnvindr Reader's attention is on Thoma

Ayato's Routine // brainrot // contract marriage reader

Competition // drabble // sagau, he comes home but childe is there

Z H O N G L I .

Dear Osmanthus // mature fic // you're traumatized and he comforts you // father figure zhongli, slight yandere

Devotion // brainrot // being a Rex Lapis devotee, not knowing it’s him

Platonic Intimacy // drabble // Zhongli is there to comfort you

possessive vs jealous // word vomit

sacrificed to rex lapis // brainrot

mulan au with general zhongli

immovable zhongli

doodles // adepti mc, father figure zhongli

A L H A I T H A M .

everywhere, everything // fic // enemies to lovers / stuck in a broom closet with your rival

glasses // short / he likes you with his glasses on

pros & cons // ramble

alhaitham, what are we? // short

ditzy dumb mc // brainrot

sickly mc // brainrot

T H O M A .

You can't choose who to fall for // brainrot // noble reader falls for a simple housekeeper

G O R O U .

Poly with kazuha x cat!reader x gorou // HCs

does poly gorou kiss cat reader? // ramble

gorou's tragedy // ramble

D A I N S L E I F .

dainsleif royal guard x royalty reader // brainrot

DILUC & KAEYA (RAGBROS) .

dating diluc // brainrot // ft. protective little brother kaeya

ragnvindr reader's first crush // brainrot // crushing on albedo but your brothers are diluc and kaeya

youngest ragnvindr // 02 // brainrot // imagine the exhaustion of being their sibling

reassurance // not xReader brainrot

In Another Life // not xReader drabble

diluc has to choose between reader or kaeya // brainrot

crepus has to choose between kaeya or diluc // not xReader brainrot

diluc's your husband but kaeya is more present // brainrot

melt reactions with kaeya // not xReader brainrot

to appease diluc // not xReader short

M I S C .

secret relationship with albedo (but susbedo is there)

leap of faith from celestia, the final battle

arranged marriage with someone else

being a less intimidating harbinger

nosebleeds from overused visions

sumeru archon quest favorites

happy alternate dimension au

drinking culture + mond girls

modern au and cell phones

dendro/cryo yaksha reader

chongyun appreciation

how childe met zhongli

fake date // diluc, ayato

facts about osmanthus

tighnari fear of electro

lore + modern au

casual tragedies

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