#fei yells about fics

[tofufei]

他承认他对黄始木的情绪中有些嫉妒的成分在：这个没有人性的家伙从未踏错一步，而等他终于做出职业生涯中第一个错误决定时，他走运地有，也永远只会有一位见证者——李昌俊。

行贿者、受益者，在私人领域里怎么会存在呢？

He had to admit that there was an element of jealousy in his sentiments towards Hwang Shimok: this heartless fellow had never made a misstep, and when he finally made his first mistake in his career, he was fortunate enough to have—and would only ever have—one witness: Lee Changjun.

In the private sphere after all, there were no such things as the giver and receiver of a bribe.

[transtrucy]

red tape and the pieces of youth

chapter six: so roll up your sleeves

“Here,” Miles says, sliding his laptop over to Phoenix. “The notes from the other night.” Phoenix rubs his eyes. “Are you letting me copy your homework?” Miles rolls his eyes. “I don’t want to spend any longer on this than you do.” “I thought you loved paperwork.” “Not when my sister assigns it to me.” Miles pinches the bridge of his nose. “But at the very least, I do have to admit that she is very thorough.”

[continue reading on ao3]

[catiepillart]

Wuvvy, burn.

[restlessreveries]

Reading a mermaid AU fic was a mistake 'cause now all the exocolonist AUs are running wild in my head again.

[daycourtofficial]

Azriel’s Girls

Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 2.6k | warnings: none

Summary: you overhear a conversation between Azriel and his brothers that has you second guessing your boyfriend’s faithfulness. What will you find when you follow him out one night?

Author’s note: two fics one day! This is crack lmao I wrote this in a blur this afternoon from a silly convo with @milswrites @prythianpages and @ninthcircleofprythian lmao

You and Feyre came into the River House giggling over the amount of paint that covered the both of you. The two of you stop laughing long enough to look at each other, before devolving into fits of giggles once more. One of the boys in the studio had insisted on today’s topic being finger painting, which led to the children essentially dipping their hands into paint before smearing it over all of your clothes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to shower here?” Her voice is soft and kind, a slight rasp to it from talking to the kids all afternoon.

“Thanks Fey, but I’d rather shower at home so I can slip into my pajamas and go to sleep.” You look away from her, as if you could see him through the walls. “Maybe I can even convince Azriel to rub my back. I shouldn't have given some piggy back rides.”

Feyre hums, a soft ‘told you so’ on her tongue, but you give her a pointed look and she keeps it to herself.

“Well, I’m going to go wash up. Good luck finding the boys.”

Her voice floats down the hallway she takes, and you start thinking about where to look - the most obvious place being Rhys’s study. Your feet pad through the halls until you start to hear three loud laughs coming from the cracked study door.

You keep moving towards the source, ready to make your presence known, when you hear Cassian say, “when will you see them again?”

Your boyfriend responds with a soft, “tonight”, eliciting raucous laughter from his brothers. You still, pressing yourself towards the wall, tilting your head in contemplation.

Azriel had told you he had plans tonight, that he was doing something important for Rhys. Had he lied to you?

Cassian’s voice cuts through your train of thoughts, “I’m sure the girls at Rosehall have been missing you.”

Rosehall?

You scrunch your eyebrows, trying to remember if you had ever heard of Rosehall. Was it somewhere in Velaris? Was it a pleasure hall? Who were these girls Cassian spoke of?

Had your sweet Azriel been sneaking around, and his brothers were aware of it? Had they been condoning it?

“I haven’t been able to see them in a while, they’ll be glad for the company.”

“I’m sure they’ll be crawling all over you, brother.”

Their laughs were knives in your heart. Did everyone know? Were you nothing more than a fool to them? Nothing more than a mere joke to these males? Your mind was racing, not paying any mind to the rest of the conversation as you ran down the hall into the kitchens, getting yourself a glass of water. You chugged it, the cool liquid giving your racing thoughts something else to focus on. Like a plan to figure out the truth.

After a few minutes of allowing yourself to seethe and panic, you retraced your steps towards Rhys’s study with your plan in tow: get to Rosehall, find out who these girls are, and yell and scream at Azriel and his brothers for playing you for a fool. As you approach, the males within were now speaking of some sporting event you were not the slightest bit interested in. Azriel’s face brightens as you knock and enter, pushing the door that was slightly ajar. You hate the way your heart picks up a bit at seeing him, at seeing how his face lights up at your presence, your cheeks heating at his attention.

He’s a lying, backstabbing, good for nothing-

“How was painting with Feyre?”

The attention from all three of them pulls you from your thought spiral and you choke on your own spit, coughing a bit. Azriel’s smile turns into a look of concern as he watches you, but Cassian chuckles. “Did you eat the paint by accident?”

Rhysand’s low tone chimes in, “I believe she’s wearing half the paint in Feyre’s studio, and I’m sure my mate’s wearing the other half.”

You chuckle, “uh yeah, Feyre was heading to shower when I left her.”

Rhys dips his head, “that's my cue to leave. BRothers, always a pleasure until better things come along. I’ll see you all later.”

Cassian laughs as Rhys disappears in front of you all, “horny bastard.”

Azriel glares at his brother, “and the pot calls the kettle black.”

Cassian scoffs, flicking his wrist in the air, “pish posh, Azriel. The past is the past.”

“Your past was last week when everytime I came back to the House of Wind for two weeks I got front row seats to your ass.”

“Well, it's our house. And I have a fantastic ass.”

Cassian flexes his thighs, as if Azriel just had to see it to mitigate his annoyance.

“I live there too.”

Cassian shrugs, as if this was a matter of opinion to just accept differences over.

Azriel looks back to you, his eyes making you feel warm, just as they always did. But the warmth was quickly devolving into a ball of anger and sadness, warming your stomach with jealousy and annoyance.

You slap a smile onto your face as you look towards Az, taking in his lazy grin as Cassian slaps him on the back. “I’m off to see Nes. You kids have fun!”

Cassian walks toward the balcony, taking to the skies. Azriel turns toward you, offering his hand so the two of you could embark as well. You accept his hand in yours, a little part of your mind telling you this is the last time you’ll do this. You laugh, pushing the thoughts to the side as you allow Azriel to pick you up, the two of you shooting up into the air.

Azriel flies you back to your apartment, his wings expertly moving over the streets of Velaris. You can’t help the smile on your face as you two fly through the air, watching the people below you until he lands right in front of your home.

You open the door for the both of you, and he follows closely behind. He chuckles at your paint covered clothes, and you fidget slightly, wanting him to make the move to leave.

The clock in your living room chimes, and his gaze moves towards it. “It’s getting late, I have to go. Will you be okay?”

You nod, your arms tightening around yourself. He takes your nervous energy as your hatred for sleeping alone, not wanting to upset you further by making you speak about it.

“How long will you be gone?”

He ponders for a moment, “I should be back tomorrow or the day after.”

He turns toward the door, but you shoot out your hand to grab his wrist. “Can I have one of your shadows? To keep me company? I like having them around.”

One shadow in particular dances at your words, coming from behind Azriel, practically spinning in the air as it immediately rushes to you.

“I hope you like that one because I don’t think it’ll let a different one stay with you.”

You giggle as it weaves through your hair, picking it up into a ponytail before dropping it.

“Perfect, so I’ll have someone to be witness to my antics.”

You giggle, but his face is solemn as he looks at you, something feeling so off about your behavior.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

His words are so soft, and every part of you wants to tell him no, I’m not okay, because you are seeing other women who will be crawling all over you once you leave from here.

Instead you nod, making up an excuse about your eyes being tired from all the painting. He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and light against your skin before pulling away and stepping out of your door before winnowing away.

You count your breath for a few beats before turning to the shadow, “do you know where Rosehall is?”

-

Of all of your terrible ideas over the years, this one was perhaps the worst. You had asked the shadow where Rosehall was, expecting it to be somewhere in Velaris, likely in the parts of the city you were less familiar with. You did not expect the black wisp to wrap around your wrist and begin tugging you away from Velaris very forcefully.

You had started getting nervous when it kept pulling you towards the outskirts, but you were in it now, and you were going to see this ridiculous scheme through to the end.

The shadow had been pulling you for hours it seemed, across landscapes, your feet killing you as you walked, and somewhere several miles away from Velaris, the shadow’s hold loosened on your wrist, opting to move up and down your arm, as if telling you this was your destination.

“Are you sure this is right?”

The shadow danced all around you as if it were confirming your statement. You looked at the gated entrance, the estate so lush and green and not at all what you had expected, it took you by surprise.

This was where he brought women? To do scandalous things and have nights full of debauchery? Was this some beautiful and well-tended pleasure hall? Before you can debate going through the gate, the shadow moves forward, unlatching it and pushing it open for you.

You sigh, thinking to yourself no going back now.

You enter through the gate, preparing yourself to hear the sounds of females giggling, perhaps even moaning, but you are completely taken aback at the chorus of meows you hear, followed by a door opening, and Azriel’s soft voice calling out, “if you’re here for my mother, she has stepped out-”

His voice stops as he takes in the sight of you, the two of you standing before each other across the lush estate. His eyes swim with confusion, and you’re not sure you’ve ever seen him at such a loss for words or the situation before. He continues to look at you, before realizing he’s carrying a tray of various raw meats and fish. He takes no notice of the dozen or so cats circling him, several trying to climb up his legs toward the food he carries.

“You- what are- how did you get here?”

You lift up the shadow that was entwined with your arm before it skitters off to join the other shadows playing games with the cats who weren’t paying attention to Azriel. You try not to wear the confusion on your face, hoping desperately to have some upper hand here.

“Is this Rosehall?”

Azriel sighs, setting down the food as one of the cats lunges to bite at his arm, missing and falling back into the pool of cats at Azriel’s feet.

“Yes.”

You puff up your chest, confusion seeping through your features as you ask, “and where are the females? The girls?”

“The girls?” His voice is incredulous, and you want to roll your eyes at it.

“Yes, the girls. The ones who wish to climb all over you because you haven’t been paying them attention.”

His long legs start to make their way across the front garden, the sea of cats at his feet parting as he makes his way through them. “The girls who climb over me?”

You sigh, exasperation evident, “must you repeat my words? Yes, okay fine. I overheard Cassian speaking of your plans this evening with ‘your girls’. Now why don’t you bring them out and show me to be a fool?”

A deep, belly laugh comes from his mouth, and you are utterly offended.

“Azriel, I came here to put you through the ringer for stepping out on me, and you find it funny?”

He steps forward, trying to put his arms around you but you step away from his embrace. His laughing continues as he asks, “you walked all the way here?”

“Yes.”

You stick out your chin, determined to look strong and confident.

“You walked all the way from Velaris to here, to find out I had cats?”

“Why yes, I did walk all the way here to find out-”

Your words die on your tongue as you look around, not seeing any other females anywhere. You picked up the scent of one, but the scent smelled so much like Azriel, they had to be related in some way.

He watches your nose twitch, separating out all the smells beneath the ever present smell of cat.

“My mother lives here.”

He coughs, the joyous look from his laughter gone, his hands moving behind his back. He rocks on his feet, and you found it quite endearing.

“With my cats.”

“Your cats?”

“Yes, but they’re not really mine. They just show up.”

“Your cats show up? What does that mean?”

“It means, if I spend any time in Illyria the cats seek me out. I’ve already fixed the stray cat problem in Velaris.”

He opens his arms wide.

“They’re all here. Problem solved, I suppose.”

You blink, slightly convinced Rhys had finally broken your mind and made up the most ridiculous scenario he could imagine. You feel one of the cats rub against your legs, and you bend slightly to nuzzle its face. It was pitch black with bright green eyes. It was so little, you couldn’t help but pick it up despite its verbal protests.

“You have cats.”

“Yes, and Rhys and Cassian despise the cats. Rhys says he’s allergic, but I think he’s just too worried about his damn furniture.”

“And Cassian?”

“Cats hate Cassian.”

He says this as if it’s an uncontested fact.

“How can all cats hate one person?”

“He likes to swing them by their tails.”

You nod, “okay, maybe all cats can hate one person.”

As the two of you spoke the shadows had lifted a cat up onto Azriel’s shoulders, where it stood meowing and pawing at the black wisps. You watched in bewilderment, unsure if the shadows were playing pranks or not, when the cat slid from his shoulder into the crook of his elbow, nuzzling into the warmth there.

You cross your arms, heat blooming in your cheeks at your rash decision making. “So there aren’t beautiful females here?”

“There’s one.”

“I knew i- oh. You meant me.”

You deflate once more, letting the adrenaline seep from your body. You were exhausted, well and truly. He nodded before putting the cat down, watching it scamper off into the grass. “I shouldn’t have lied about where I was going. Several dozen cats are just… a lot to spring on someone at once.”

You look to the ground, fingers scratching the ears of the kitten you were holding, “and maybe I got a little…. carried away.”

He quirked an eyebrow, “you picked the wrong shoes to hike out here from Velaris.”

You looked down at your sneakers, chuckling, “uh yeah, I definitely need to soak my feet for a bit.”

“Do you want to come inside?” He watches you hesitantly before asking, “Or I could take you home?”

You look toward the beautiful estate before peering back down at the wiggling kitten in your arms, before deciding that you did want to see Azriel’s mother’s home and to hopefully meet her. “Are you going to tell your mother about how I got here?”

He chuckles, slow and soft, “of course I am. She’d be endlessly amused.”

“Do you have any black felt? I’d love to make this little guy some wings.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes as he puts an arm around your shoulder, leading you inside. “While you play arts and crafts, I can formally introduce you to all of the other cats.”

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[danikamariewrites]

Just Us

Mob!Azriel x reader AU

A/n: part 2 is here! Although I don’t really like calling it a part two because I don’t see it as a series, I don’t have a better name for it so we’re just going to call it a series. I just see this as a universe with ongoing stories/one-shit fics and headcanons lol. Thank you for all the love this is getting though! I’m so happy so many of you want to be tagged for these posts ❤️

Warnings: none

Series Masterlist

Digging out another option from Mor’s closet I start to panic. Azriel will be here in two hours to pick me up and it feels like every part of me is sweating from nerves. I wipe my hands on my leggings so I can grip the velvet hanger better. I turn to face the chaos Mor and Feyre have created. 

Shoes from each of their closests and mine, eyeshadow pallets, and even more clothing options cover every inch of Mor’s bedroom. It’s all so…intimidating. I’ve been on dates before, but none of those guys were ever worth half the effort I’m putting in for Azriel. Which is probably why I’m freaking out more than normal. 

As I lay out the dress on Mor’s bed my ears finally pick up what Feyre is joyously rambling about. “And then Gavin just backed off. I have never him seen him humbled so fast Mor, oh my gods. It was hilarious.” A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. It was refreshing to see Gavin put in his place. Especially by someone like Azriel. 

I circle the bed eyeing my endless options for dresses. My attention lands on one of Feyre’s black velvet cocktail dresses. It has a corset type bodice with tank top straps and a pleated skirt. It’s perfect. 

Picking it up I break out into a wide grin. Feyre and Mor notice looking at me like proud parents. “What?” I ask with a slight giggle. “It’s just…you’re going on a real date. With a real man. I just feel so proud.” Mor squeaked out, wiping away fake tears. 

I shake my head letting out a shaky sigh. “I like this one, can I wear it, Fey?” “Of course babe. This is going to look amazing on you.” She starts gathering the other dresses as Mor begins to look for shoes to match. Sitting me on the bed Feyre grabs my face and purses her lips in thought. “How do you feel about a very light Smokey eye?” 

A knock on the front door - approximately two hours later - breaks my focus from applying mascara. “I’ll get it!” Mor yells from the living room. Just a few more strokes and I’ll be done. My hand shakes from anticipation. Maybe if I take longer he’ll get impatient and I won’t have to go. 

No, don’t think like that. I deserve a nice date. I shake my body and check myself over in the mirror one last time. I look hot thanks to my best friends' combined effort. “Ok,” I whisper. 

Heading out to the living room I can hear Mor and Feyre talking with him. Gods, I hope they’re avoiding embarrassing topics. When I round the corner my steps stutter. It’s not Azriel in the living room. It’s one of the males he brought into the gallery. The larger one of the two who winked at me. “There she is!” Mor said in a sing-song voice. 

I walk forward and the male reaches his hand out for me to shake. “Hi y/n, I’m Cassian.” I take his hand, his calluses are rough against my palm as I shake his hand. “Hi, I remember you from the gallery. If you don’t mind me asking, where’s Azriel?” I hate how small my voice sounds as I ask but I don’t want Cassian to feel like I’m not trusting him or his boss. Cassian smiles at me. “He’s already at the restaurant, he just sent me to pick you up.” I nod and say goodbye to Mor and Feyre before they push me out the door. 

Cassian opens the car door for me, taking my hand to help me up into the high SUV. I thank him before he shuts the door. The ride over to the restaurant was fast and quiet. I think Cassian could tell I’m nervous. When we pull up I notice the small parking lot was oddly empty. 

I audibly swallow, staring out the window at the front door. Cassian opens the door smiling at me with a boyish grin. “Cassian, can I ask you something?” “Sure thing.” Concern flashes across his face. The scar above his brow crinkling in. “I just…is he…” I can’t find the right words to ask my question correctly. Cassian seemed to pull himself up straighter. “I know you know his job but he’s not cruel. Azriel can be guarded at first but I think you’ll get through to him easily. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” He smiles at me again, squeezing my hand in encouragement. I sigh, tilting my head to the side. “You’ve only seen me twice.” “That’s all I need. I know my brother.” 

I nod and take Cassian’s hand again to step out of the car and he ushers me into the restaurant. As I look around I notice the dining room is empty. Most of the tables look like they have been cleared out so a special table could be set up in the middle of the room. Azriel is speaking to the chef and a male I assume is the owner. 

Cassian clears his throat behind me to get Azriel’s attention. When he turns it feels like all the air has been sucked from my lungs. My heart flutters at the bright smile he gives me. His hazel eyes light up as they look me up and down. I finally start breathing again when he stops in front of me. The scent of his cologne is intoxicating. The warm vanilla tones mixed with a light spice fills my nostrils. It’s comforting and makes me want to curl up next to him to breathe it in more. 

Azriel takes my hands in his large scarred ones, bringing them up to his lips to press light kisses across my knuckles. I didn't notice the scars marring them before. They were beautiful. Like a torrent, restless ocean. “You look absolutely stunning this evening.” A blush heats my cheeks, a small smile appearing on my lips from his compliment. “Thank you. You look handsome as well.” 

He drops my hands holding his arm out for me to take like he did in the gallery two days ago. Azriel continues being the gentleman that he is and pulls my seat out for me, pushing me back in, and listens to my answers when he asks me about myself. When it was my turn I asked about his childhood, which seemed to be quite normal given the amount of money his family has. I also couldn’t help but ask why the restaurant was empty.

Azriel sheepishly smiled, looking at his entree for a moment before admitting he bought the place out for the night. “I prefer first dates to be more…intimate, if you will.” I let out a hum, “So you do this for all the girls.” I joke. Azriel looked panicked for a moment. “No,” he got out quickly, “This is, you’re the first one I’ve ever done this for actually.” His voice getting quieter at the end.

My heart leaps at the confession. No one has ever put that much thought into a date with me before and I told him how much I appreciate this.  

“So, how did you get into art?” He asks over dessert. A delicoius crème brûlée with a perfect golden brown sugar coating. I break it with my spoon as I think about how to phrase my answer. "I've always loved art no matter what form it comes in. Paintings, sculpture, digital, all that stuff. I like that people appreciate something pretty or one of a kind, so if I can help them get their hands on it, it makes me happy."

I look at him, shoveling the sweet creamy treat in my mouth. Azriel smiles at me adoringly. Those hazel eyes twinkling with what I'd like to think is love. "That's amazing. Besides the two I got, how many paintings have you sold?" I let out a short, cold laugh thinking about how pissed Gavin was that I made a sale. "You were my first customer. and probably my last. As I know you heard my boss say I'm just an intern. I really should've called him but it was the end of the day so what was the harm."

Azriel shook his head. A dissaproving look takes over his beautiful face as he remembers the scene he walked in on yesterday. "I was ready to punch him." Azriel admits. "He had no right to talk to you like that. But I must say, you were a natural my dear. I probably wouldn't have bought the paintings wihtout your knowledge on them."

"Thank you." I say surprised that soemone didn't find my knowledge about art annoying.

When we finished the chef came out to say goodbye along with the owner. Azriel offered me his arm again but I took a chance twinning my fingers through his. We glance down at our joined hands. I smile lightly at the comfort I feel when I hold it. Azriel looks shocked that I would even go near his hands. "Is this ok?" I ask softly. He seems at a loss for words just nodding and staring at me like a boy realizing he has a crush for the first time.

The whole car ride back to my apartment Azriel doesn't let go of my hand. I rest them on my lap and gently rub my thumb back and forth in a comforting motion. When Cassian comes to stop in front of my apartment my heart sinks. I don't want Azriel to go. I'm not ready for tonight to be over.

"I got it Cass." Azriel says before Cassian can unbuckle. He leads me up the short steps, stopping on the landing. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Feyre and Mor crouched down on the couch. Their eyes just peeking over the window sill. Ignoring them I turn my attention back to Azriel who hasn’t taken his eyes off me since we left the restaurant.

He slips his other hand in mine pulling me slightly closer to him. “I had a wonderful time with you. And I really want to see you again.” Without hesitation I say yes, “I’d love to.” Azriel’s smile seemed to get wider. I must say, he’s not at all what I thought he’d be like. Not knowing how to say goodbye we stumble over our words for a moment until Azriel’s expression became serious. His face mere inches from mine now. “Can I kiss you, y/n.” Something about my name on his lips just seemed so right. “Yes,” I whisper.

Azriel’s lips are like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The kiss is soft yet passionate and full of a desire I don’t think either of us would be able to sate. Pulling away for air I feel Azriel’s hands slip down my neck and pull away from my body. I hadn’t realized he was holding me. “I’ll call you tomorrow.” I nod, speechless. The air once again sucked from my lungs.

I slowly open the front door giving him a small wave before shutting it. Leaning against the wood I listen for his graceful retreating footsteps, the car door, and the engine as Cassian takes off down the street.

My heart won’t stop pounding. I rest a hand over my chest, a stupid smile on my lips as I’m off in my own fantasy world.

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WIP Wednesday (More MLC)

Have some more Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng interactions from my long fic as they try to figure out how to cooperate.

(You can find earlier excerpts here.)

“How’s your headache?” Fang Duobing asked.

There was a long pause. “Better,” was the curt reply.

Well, that was progress. At least he wasn’t pretending he had always been fine. And now, for the matter at hand. “Better enough that we could talk?” 

A-Fei huffed an amused breath. “Does my answer make a difference?”

Ouch. Alright, maybe he deserved that. “Yes. If you say no, I’ll shut up.”

A-Fei raised an eyebrow. “Really.” 

Fang Duobing nodded.

A-Fei closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and sighed it out. “Alright. Talk.”

Here it was. Now or never. “Ok.” He cleared his throat. “First of all: I’m sorry.” Hopefully a-Fei would be impressed with his maturity and responsibility.

There was a long pause. “For what?” a-Fei asked, his face devoid of emotion and his eyes still closed.

What on Earth did that reaction mean? Did he think the apology was beneath his notice? Fang Duobing swallowed back the desire to demand an explanation, took a calming breath, and continued. “I wasn’t listening to you. Either of you. You were right: I kept pushing on lots of things when you both told me to stop. And it hurt both of you, and Li Lianhua is only still alive because you were here to save him. I’ve learned my lesson, though. And I promise I’ll do better from now on.” To show that at least one of them knew something about etiquette, he also bowed. 

There was an even longer pause. Fang Duobing broke form to glance up. A-Fei had opened his eyes at some point during the bow, and was watching him with the most neutral expression Duobing had ever seen. 

“Alright,” a-Fei said with a clipped nod of his head, and closed his eyes again. “What do you want?”

“An apology isn’t about—“

“What. Do. You. Want?” a-Fei asked again, revealing the edge of his tone like he’d unsheathe his dao. 

“An acknowledgment of what I just said would be a good place to start,” he grumbled. “But fine.” He took a deep breath. Wuyan told him to try following a-Fei’s commands. Now was as good a time as any to start. “Since you asked—even though it’s unrelated to the apology—I want answers.”

Even with a-Fei’s eyes closed, Fang Duobing could see how hard he rolled them. “Of course.”

“You and Li Lianhua are both keeping things from me again, just like you used to. And because I can’t read minds, I keep accidentally hitting tripwires because I didn’t even know there were traps to look out for.”

“There are always traps,” a-Fei said, the hint of a sardonic twist raising the corners of his lips.

“No, that’s not—” Fang Duobing shook his head and tried again. “Imagine we were attacking a fortress. I study traps, so I can usually identify and disarm them without a problem. But in this fortress, for some reason, all traps are completely invisible to me, but you somehow have a map showing which spots trigger arrow formations and which ones are rigged with gunpowder to explode. And instead of sharing the map with me or telling me what to look out for, you’re just yelling at me once I’ve stepped wrong and blown everyone up. And I’m really, really tired of hurting everyone because of something I can’t see.” 

A-Fei shook his head and slowly ran his index finger along the inside of Li Lianhua’s wrist. “I don’t have a map.”

“You have more of one than I do.” Fang Duobing watched a-Fei’s finger move along Li Lianhua’s pulse point and decided to test a theory. “And I don’t just mean monitoring his heart rate.”

Another almost smile flickered on a-Fei’s lips. “Then what do you mean?”

That was one theory validated. Back to the matter at hand. “You already knew something more than what you shared. I don’t know what, but it has to do with why you wanted to heal the pericardium meridian rather than the lung meridian, even though he was wheezing, and how you knew he had shattered his own heart meridian, and that he did it while being immobilized, so immobilization would be dangerous for him. Something must connect them all. So what aren’t you telling me?” 

A-Fei dragged his finger back along Li Lianhua’s wrist to its starting point. “You want to not set off traps? Don’t immobilize him. Stop qi transfers when he or I say. Don’t ask him what happened.”

Fang Duobing’s mouth fell open. “That’s it? That’s all you’ll tell me?”

A-Fei opened his eyes to pierce him with a glare. “It’s enough.” 

“You always do this!” Fang Duobing said, throwing his hands into the air. “Why are you so committed to keeping people in the dark? Like with the ice planks, when you pretended to work with Shan Gudao.”

A-Fei’s free hand clenched into a fist. “That was my business. Not yours.”

 “Bullshit!” Fang Duobing snapped. “It affected us, too! Your snatching my xiao-yi got her stabbed, remember?” A-Fei’s finger hitched in its path on Li Lianhua’s wrist. “Anyway, you didn’t see Li Lianhua’s face once you left that day, when he thought you might have betrayed him like Shan Gudao did.” A-Fei’s finger stilled. “Why didn’t you just tell us, tell him, that you were doing it to get rid of the mind control bugs? Did you really think we wouldn’t help you, if we’d known? And instead, you tried to do it on your own and got kidnapped and Li Lianhua had to rescue you–”

A-Fei stopped moving entirely.

[a-tear-in-the-veil]

1, 4 & 39 for the BG1 Act One questions!

THIS, was such a gift and delight to answer. Especially, the first question because I have been holding in my Tav's backstory for so long. Thank you so much for the ask, it was the highlight of my day/evening. I had lots to say lol. It is my intention to write some fics in the future too. Now :)

Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision? (1)

My Tav’s name is Sitri (or Sylvie? I have not settled on her name yet, but I am leaning towards keeping her original name. Sorry Tumblr poll, but also thank you for the input. It WAS helpful). She is a teal, fey-touched Tiefling who uses she/her pronouns. She is a sorcerer, and her subclass is kinda complicated/tied in with her backstory and choices she makes during the events of BG3. 

SO LET ME JUST YELL ABOUT THAT NOW. Sitri is a mix of Origin Tav and Dark Urge. So, waaaay back, during early access (probably even earlier) is when Sitri was created. Before Dark Urge existed. And, I wanted my character to tie in to the other Baldur's Gate games so she was a Bhaalspawn that was intentionally hidden away in the Feywild. And, after much thought, that is the backstory I am sticking with. Her mom was actually the Bhaalspawn protag from the previous Baldur's Gate games and her dad was Anomen (Okay. Look. Look at me, the romance options were slim). 

Sometime after the events of BG2 and Temple of Bhaal, Sitri was born (which according to this timeline was roughly 1369 DR). However, her mom and Anomen went to the Feywild and made a deal with an Archfey for Sitri to be raised and kept in the Feywild with the intent of protecting her from Bhaal and everything that comes with being a Bhaalspawn. As soon as Sitri’s mom finds out she’s pregnant, she and Anomen go to the Feywild to make the pact and they stay in the Feywild until Sitri is born. Immediately after her birth, they return to the material plane. Because of that no one really knows there was a Bhaalspawn that has been removed from the lanceboard except for Sitri’s parents, Jaheira, maybe Minsc, and other companions from the previous games. Of course, secrets have a way of getting out…

In my version of the Feywild, I maintain that time passage between the material plane and Feywild is erratic (unless an Archfey intercedes then they can help travelers return at a reasonable time). Also, I think another important bit about my homebrew Feywild is that the Gods are not really a thing there. The Feywild is outside of the Gods’ jurisdiction. 

So, Sitri fully grows up in the Feywild and, while she grows up, over a hundred years pass in the material plane, bringing us to the events of BG3. Which, unfortunately, is Sitri’s first time out of the Feywild. Well, she maybe got a good week and a half before ya know, ha ha. I am currently working on writing a little something about her departure from the Feywild.

The terms of the pact are that Sitri is to stay in the Feywild to be raised and protected. Especially, she is to be protected from the influence of the Gods. The Archfey, Zybilna, in return gets a daughter to raise. Knowing Bhaal’s less than stellar reputation, Sitri is raised very “sheltered.” She is only allowed in very specific areas of the Feywild which are The Domain of Delight, her adoptive mother’s home and domain, and The Midsummer Court within the Maze of Farthagan known as the Domain of Debauchery (which is not an actual, official Feywild court). Sitri grew up well-educated and privileged, but she never learned to physically fight. She probably never even killed a fly. The sight of blood makes her feel faint (derogatory). For all intents and purposes, she’s learned to be Fae and how to survive in that kind of environment. Sitri has lived in the Feywild long enough that it has irreversibly changed her. Though, she still isn’t quite one of them. That is the drop of water that causes the ripple and leads to Sitri finding out about the pact. And Sitri did not know about the pact.

Going back to her subclass, she is a lunar sorcerer when she leans more into her Fae nature and she is a divine soul sorcerer when she, well, has dark urges. So, she starts as a lunar sorcerer until she kills someone for the first time. Killing someone for the first time is also what triggers the Dark Urge for her and the sight of blood makes her feel faint (affectionate?) now. At that point, she switches to a divine soul sorcerer until the Bhaalspawn business is concluded in which she will either go back to a lunar sorcerer or she is permanently a divine soul sorcerer depending on how things play out… For example, as a lunar sorcerer she has Faerie Fire on her spell list, but after she kills she can’t cast it anymore. She keeps casting inflict wounds instead. 

Do you remember in which order you recruited your companions? Which companion introduction would have felt the most familiar / like home to your Tav / Character? (4)

Shadowheart, Astarion, Gale, Lae’zel, Wyll, Karlach, Halsin, Jaheira, Minsc. I would recruit Astarion first if it didn’t mean I have to wait till the druid grove for Shadowheart. Most familiar/like home for Sitri was probably pulling Gale out of the rock. Feels like the most whimsical or Fae adjacent way of meeting someone out of the available options. Bonus, most familiar for a companion meeting Sitri would be Astarion because he saw her in passing during her week and a half before everyone got tadpoled (I wrote a thing about it on Ao3 called [Five Days Before the Nautiloid Attack]). 

What does your Character think of Raphael? (39)

I love that I got this one because I love thinking about the overlap with fiend bargains and Fae bargains. I think because of her upbringing (also her adoptive mom is Zybilna who… according to the far realms wiki has LOTS of experience surrounding demons) she knows, objectively, making a deal with him is a bad idea. But she is tempted by the proverbial red button purely because she wants to see if a Fae can outsmart a demon. They’re both trying to out manipulate each other, and I think that will be a really funny relationship to explore given Sitri’s backstory.

[mira--mira]

um, *pokes head in* to be completely honest I had completely dropped out of the Naruto fandom, but then I saw your post and like flashbacks.

Seriously tho, is it weird to say I love you for writing this fic, because I think I do, it's so fantastic and amazing and the fact that you didn't just drop it after so long is so sweet and impressive and I just honestly have no words.

Holy crap this fic is amazing!

Honestly in hindsight I kinda feel bad for dumping a mini essay on you for a prompt, but my goodness you did an absolutely phenomenal job with it, literally better than anything I could've dreamed of.

I love how much world building and so many details you managed to incorporate, from the actual explanations to subtle details like the way Hashirama speaks to Madara and the acknowledge it's just all so incredible!

Also love the way you incorporated the beginnings of their crush relationship with each other with the way Hashirama's POV describes Madara's appearance!

I just there's so many lil details that I just love and honestly could ramble on about forever, but I feel like that might make this too repetitive so imma leave a list of some of my fave things about this fic!

Hashirama's slow and reverent monologue about the elegance and power of fairies, only for Madara to punch a box.

The first time Hashirama saw Madara's face was a smile

The contract being a stone that you need to chisel (reminds me of the Uchiha stone tablet)

the non human-ness to fairies (god I love it when they're humanoid but not human, even when in human form, just the fact they're slightly off in a way that you can't quite pinpoint, gods I live for that)

The fact that's it's implied that they dragged Ashura to the fairy realm to kill him, that it took some kind of sacrifice on their end for either a fairy to take a human into the fey realm or to break the contract. Just the fact that its shrouded in mystery, despite having details on it.

why would Ashura destroy the info on fairies, even before his death, as if he knew something about fairies that he didn't want other's to know and deliberately sabotaged the chances for his descendants to contract with fairies.

The fairy world politics and how all fairies, not just Uchiha learned from this incident.

The way Madara's super cool fight scene ends with him yelling at a tree

4 wingsssssss

The lil magic effect descriptions

Just like Madara's whole vibe. He's just like this set of contradictions. Prideful yet honest, ruthless but sympathetic, inexperienced but powerful and like the subtle mystery of why he was held back by his family despite being so powerful.

and of course the star of the show Hashirama. I love the fact that you did an adult take on the character, since so many Hashimada have their first meeting as children. The fact that they're both adults with experience and burdens make their relationship so much more meaningful since it's less of children having fun, but rather adults knowing the risks of their relationships but doing it anyways. He's older and more jaded but still has hope for the world. Not in a blindly optimistic way, he'll do what it takes to achieve his goal, but he doesn't relish the bloodshed.

I mean I just happy wiggles, I just don't know what too say it's just so incredible and amazing and I love it so much!

Thank you so so very much! This absolutely made my day!

haha I'm so glad you like it anon! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get to it, I'm incredibly happy to know it ended up being something you enjoyed 🥰🥰

It took me a long time to try and think of an opening and how to format the fic without it becoming a monster (too many fics of mine lately have gotten away from me 😅) but in the end I particularly enjoyed it myself, esp. Hashirama in the box haha.

Thank you for coming back after all this time to tell me your thoughts! I really appreciate it 💖

[killingthecringe]

This is for the ask game you reblogged a couple days ago. I found it in my likes a minute ago and remembered I'd wanted to ask lol. So 11 and 21?

NGL I entirely forgot about this until you mentioned it.

I have like 80 million WIPs, but only a few with playlists. So for the purposes of ease: the wip in question is my SATBK au.

I did post a very early draft of this in chapters 23 and 30 of This fic, but that's all but scrapped now and will need to be entirely redone

Plot Summary: When a great evil almost kills Galahad, Guineveie takes a blow to defend him. Ever thankful for saving his brother's life, Lancelot offers his fellow knight protection from the enraged fey. Unfortunately, protection comes at the cost of her freedom, and in order to uphold his fey-bound promise, Lancelot and Guinevere are to be wed. All of which would be made much easier if they didn't hate each other.

What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

Oh god there are so many. The wedding - the interplay of emotions, of a horrible mix of contempt and gratitude and the act they have to put on for the guests, all while hating each other's guts.

Also there's a scene where they return to her hometown to tell her family they got married, and he gets VERY jealous of all of her former suitors still showering her with affection.

The oh moments too, where they realize they actually DO kinda like each other. The thick tension between them, they way they have to ask about courting one's own spouse, failed attempts on both ends, it's gonna be great.

Share 3 songs that would belong on a playlist for this chapter/fic.

For Guineverie's hometown celebrating her return. Guin is a dancer, Lance is not. She doesnt call him onto the dancefloor but he is pushed and they end up dancing anyways (he's kinda bad at it).

For the wedding. This is the song i used as inspo when blocking out Guin's walk up the aisle. It has just the right notes of melancholy, Happy at the beginning where I Imagine Lance is staring in awe at how lovely Guin looks. She's doing much the same, which turns into this more sombre tune closer to the end where they remember the details of their situation.

Brief warning for this one: it's a wee bit raunchy. The whole thing is a dirty song - but the line I want to draw attention to is "For tis' naught but bad luck/ To fuck with a puck". This is also probably in the party scene - One of Guin's former suitors puts on a bit of a show for everyone, and this or soemthing like it is in his setlist. But "puck" I imagine is a bit of a derogatory term for Fey and Fey Folk. Galahand and Lance are both adopted sons of Nimue, and as such are considered partially Fey. They arent very popular for this reason and have heard this word tossed about a lot, espcially as children. No one expects Guin to clock the guy across the face and yell at him about it, going as far as to challenge the rest of the party-goers in case any of them want to try fighting her for the issue

(Lance falls a lil bit in love with her. But he doesn't figure that out until much later.)

Thanks for the ask!

[forerussake]

For the good writer ask game

4 & 9 :D

hellohellohello :DDDDD

I answered 4 here!

9. a passage from a WIP

I've answered one of these, but I have multiple WIPs, isn't that great?? These are the opening lines of the fic about Luo Fei and his cane, which I really do hope to get to finish at some point, but you know how it goes... anyway:

“You can’t keep doing that!” Qin Xiaoman yells, rounding on Luo Fei, her pistol still in her hand. The detective looks up at her, squinting through half-closed eyes. He is sitting on the edge of the pavement, hunched over, leaning on his cane, his left leg is stretched out in front of him. “Keep doing what?” he asks, his voice a bit strained as he tries to catch his breath. His left hand, the one not holding the cane, is pressed to the juncture of his hip. Qin Xiaoman sighs, frustrated, shaking her head. She turns around, scanning their surroundings to make sure their suspect hasn’t decided to do something as stupid as circling around to take them out, but there is no one there. Just them and the streetlights and the muffled sounds of Shanghai’s night life in the distance. She puts her gun away. “You don’t have to help me chase them, you know,” she says, turning back towards Luo Fei, whose breathing has calmed somewhat, but who hasn’t yet moved from his perch on that kerbstone.

Thank you for asking, I really love these games aaah

Seen this and want in on the fun? See the question list here

[tofufei]

Will maybe make a proper ramble post on 自知之明 and also translate some comments with more insight but I'm procrastinating and surely translating some silly short comments is a great use of my time

......holy f*ck, pulling a stunt like this on april's fools, you made a blade out of glass shards

Xun-taitai...Xun-taitai...Xun-taitai...Xun-taitai...Xun-taitai...

jingyan had that dream about mei changsu. woke up from it. recovered from his illness. hereafter he can finally let it go (I feel like you're really biased. canon!xjy couldn’t even let su-xiong go) author said this fic is sweet. it's so sweet i died.

I really really really really started to cry TVT

oho~ we're whumping jingyan again!! and in these long drawn-out years he is all alone again...

why is this a knife...i was stabbed to tears

I finished this with tears streaming down my face and yet there isn't anyone who's telling "happy april's fools" (T_T) wails...

A two people love triangle, finally turned into a REAL love triangle! I am always brought to my knees by your ideas and writing! Even though I suffer the chronic consumer-of-mindless-fluff disease, I really think this fic is amazing

this kinda feels like a role reversal fic? this kind of composition sure has its own special charme

[poesparakeet-fics]

Deals with Fey

Fandom: Critical Role C3

Characters: Orym of the Air Ashari, Fearne Calloway

WC: 700ish

Summary: Just a short, cuddly little thing to crack the egg that is C3 for Critickle role fic! (Tickle Fic) Who knew it could get so cold in the desert?

To be fair, Orym wasn't sure the whole desert was like this. The city certainly hadn't been, but that could have been all types of magic. Here in the low, rocky mountains where they were searching for one particular cavern among hundreds, though, the air was sharp and chill.

It's why he was glad to be curled beneath Fearn's thick mink cloak, nestled against the curve of her softly furred lap and stomach.Either because she was fey or because she was Fearne, she hadn't even asked before scooping him in with her. It took a full minute for his shivers to subside.

"Thanks." He sighed when she ducked her head underneath the covers to join him.

"Oh, it's no problem. You fit so nicely. I always worry that you little ones will freeze right through in this weather, and you're a much better cuddle buddy than Letters is."

She folded her arms over him, so he rubbed his hands across her skin so they could both warm up. "Yeah, I imagine they’re pretty cold."

"Mhmm…" Fearne sighed, hugging him tighter, "there is that. But also…"

Orym choked on a startled giggle that he mercilessly smothered with one hand as Fearne hugged his shins to her chest and started to tickle his feet with nails as hard as hooves.

"Fearne!" He tried to yell enough to get his ire across but whisper enough not to alert the others. "Don't-- ha!-- don't you dare--"

Fearne just snorted at him. "Oh, I think I do dare. Tickle tickle Orym…"

He didn't get a chance to reply thanks to a concentrated attack on the ball of one foot that sent him into a fit he had to use all his strength to smother, his back arching into Fearn's thigh. Which was the point, of course. This was Fearne's special little game, ever since the first time she'd playfully picked him up under his armpits and he'd squealed. She would creep up on him in his quiet, pensive moments in a dark little corner away from the others and tickle him to pieces while he fought to stay quiet, sure that his chaotic friends would find endless amusement in sending him into hysterics. They were only mortal after all, and as Fearne liked to remind him, halfling giggles were irresistible.

Fearn hadn't played her game since this new group had formed. At least Dariax wasn't with them anymore. Orym had a feeling he could take Dorian, but shuddered at the thought of Laudna's long nails. The thought of being tickled in front of a mind reader? Unconscionable.

So he kept his hands clapped hard over his mouth and wriggled like a fish in Fearne's embrace, unable to do much else without exposing himself to the terrible cold outside their cocoon.

He endured that way for about a minute, until her fingers found his toes and he cried, muffled, into his arm "Mean! You're so-- so m--eeheeheehee-ean!"

"Aw." Fearne pouted sympathetically, "Is my little buddy too ticklish? Do you want me to stop tickling your toes?"

"Yes!" Orym cried, still muffled, tears of laughter springing to his eyes. (And a blush springing to his cheeks at the stray thought of Imogen calling out how he really felt about Fearne's little game. Unconscionable.)

"Well..." Fearne spoke softly and calmly, her voice like satin, "maybe if you tell me something about yourself that's it your name and the fact that you're from the air Ashari, I can stop tickling your feet. We're friends, I want to know more about you."

That's it? "OK!" Orym giggled, "OK! Fearne, please!"

She stopped, but didn't move her fingers one inch.

"Well?"

Orym gulped in a couple of breaths, then paused for a panicked moment as he tried to remember a single fact about himself.

"M-my mother's name was Calista and my Father's was Eutar?"

"Oh, that's very good," Fearn soothed, letting go of her grip on his ankles, "See? Sharing is good."

Orym was about to agree when her arms stretched to claw playfully at his ribcage and he was cackling into his sleeve again. The new shot of adrenaline made him spot his mistake immediately.

"Oh Orym," Fearne teased as she tickled him silly, without once touching his feet, "hasn't anyone ever taught you that you shouldn't make deals with the fey?"

[digital-sigil]

I DID IT CF MIRACULOUS AU FIC NUMBER TWO BAYBEEEEE

this one is super early in the timeline! also you get to find out Kaylen's dead best friend's name now

The Elevator

Of course, another akuma attack, right when Kaylen was just trying to take a walk. And of course he’s near the hotel his father owns. But, oh well, there’s elevators there, be can hide in one of those and transform! He dashes into the building and dips behind something until he’s mostly sure the threat has passed by. He goes over to one of the elevators and presses the button, hiding behind something again, just in case, before slipping in and seeing…

His father. Kaylen sighs, turning away and pressing the “open door” button, just for it to not work.

“Are you kidding me? Am I stuck in here?”

“Well, great time to spend some quality time with your old man.” Says the mayor “Yeah right,” says Kaylen, with venom lacing his tone, “As if you even know what quality father-son time is.” The Mayor sighs. “Well, how’s your gymnastics?” “Quit that years ago.” Kaylen reminds him, as if he ever knew. He starts messing with the button panel, kneeling down and using a fingernail to unscrew it. “What about your chorus?” The only response he gets is an eyeroll. The mayor goes on about clubs and activities Kaylen used to be in, only responses being eyerolls and scoffs.

“Oh! How’s Cecilia?” Kaylen stands up straight all of a sudden. “Get her name out of your mouth.” “What? Why?” “She’s fucking dead, dumbass.” The mayor doesn’t have a chance to respond.

“Get her name out of your mouth and stop pretending. You don’t care do you? You don’t give a single shit about me, do you? Huh? Fuck you. Fuck you and your polital campaigns. Fuck you and your stupid face. Fuck you and your dead-ass wife. Fuck you and everything you stand for you neglectful, stupid, money-oriented piece of shit! You haven’t even said hello to me in years, you’ve never asked me about school, you never asked me how I was, you never played catch with me or got me birthday presents or anything, nothing! And you think it’s a great idea to ask about her? You don’t have the right to say her fucking name. You have no fucking idea how devestated I was- you didn’t, and don’t, fucking care! Don’t pretend you do. You could never show your face to me again, or leave the entire house to me and move somewhere else, and my life wouldn’t change a bit. Fuck off, go fuck yourself. Don’t talk you me, you fucking bastard. You may be my father by genes, but you will NEVER be my father. Now shut up.” The mayor is stunned. Kaylen is enraged. He kicks the door of the elevator, now hearing the sounds of a fight outside. He hits the door again, hoping to gain someone’s attention.

“Hello? Did the elevator cat-ure someone?” Kaylen smiles a bit, immediately knowing who it was. “Yeah, can you get me out please?”“Yeah, yeah! Stand back!” The elevator door crumbles away soon after, and Kaylen makes a run for it, yelling a thank you to Chat Noir. Fey blink a bit, “Well they had the right idea.” They turn to the mayor, “I don’t know if my cataclysm hurt any other part of the elevator. You might wanna purr-use out of here, Mr. Mayor”

[brown-and-weird]

Gwynriel Headcanon

I have a feeling that Gwyn and Az will be like the best of friends... They won't have romantic feelings or crushes on each other at first. They understand each other so Az confides in her about his problems with himself and his feelings for both Mor and Elain. She helps him in dealing with these problems and emotions and urges him to have the much awaited conversation 😉 with Mor. She probably will also help him in flirting with Elain... Like teasing him 😜 and giving him tips 🤭 and being the good friend that she is.

And then he starts having romantic feelings for Gwyn 😍 but he doesn't want to sabotage the best ever friendship he has ever had in his life because of it 🥺 so when Gwyn asks for progress on the flirting or courting or whatever at first he's like... "Yeah 😅😅.. yeah ... Definitely doing everything you told me to Gwyn.." without actually doing anything because he realises that he doesn't love Elain enough to ask her to reject the Elucien mating bond. Then maybe weeks later he confesses to Gwyn that things won't workout with Elain and so Gwyn is like "Sure dude .. your life, your rules 🤷🏽‍♀️ ... She was hot though. Missed out🥵"(or something cool like that 😅 because I don't believe that Gwyn would fight with another lady over something as insignificant as a crush)

And then she would start having feelings for Az given that they're so very close and so attuned to each others' feelings and moods... The whole IC would be like...

And also like... "Why are you guys not dating yet".... Because their feelings for each other would be very clearly visible to everyone except themselves (Duh). And then one day Gwyn asks Cas for flirting tips because she has a crush but she won't tell him who (But he already knows... So that's a moot point)... Anyways Az overhears this conversation and gets upset that Gwyn wouldn't ask him for dating advice and also gets jealous that she has a crush. So he starts giving her the silent treatment. Gwyn let's it go for a week before she confronts him about why he's ghosting her irl. So he tells her about the conversation he overheard between Cas and Gwyn... At first Gwyn gets flustered and defensive. Then she gets super angry that he wouldn't just ask her about it instead of doing "the brooding thing" that he shouldn't have been doing... And then they start shouting at each other... He yells at her asking "Who do you have a crush on that's such a big secret that you can't tell me...!?!?😡" And she's like.. "It's you, you big stupid illyrian baby😠😠" And then they realise what she just said.. so they both go silent at the same time... Then they kiss and start dating or whatever it is that fey does in Prythian... The next family dinner with the IC... They go together as a couple... Like holding hands and stolen looks and soft murmurs and inside jokes and soft kisses and the whole IC will be like...

Anyways this was fun. But I am a terrible writer .. if someone could please develop this into a fic... Please do

[agendratum]

masterpost (i guess?)

NOT spoiler free, 18+ blog

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wen tian lu

my edits

old liveblog tag

the witcher

critical role

main tag

the legend of vox machina

my memes

the devil judge 

main tag

old liveblog tag

my strange friend (old liveblog tag)

winter begonia (liveblog tag)

castlevania (liveblog tag)

bad buddy

the long ballad (liveblog tag)

the eclipse (liveblog tag)

gap the series

moonlight chicken

the legend of anle (liveblog tag)

only friends

liveblog tag

kiseki: dear to me

liveblog tag

ai di tag

pit babe (liveblog tag)

the spirealm

mxtx

priest

other stuff:

learning chinese

poetry

linguistics

mental health

gifmaking

all the references (names)

btw, for anyone interested, you can find me on twitter @nonproknight, where i mostly retweet stuff, but sometimes also yell into the abyss