#god bless the person who leaked it

[herewegobebe]

Key talking about the iconic and beloved 'Lucifer' dance practice video 😅💞 [x]

[indelicateink]

confused. are the screeners out or not? reports conflict.

because if so, journalistic integrity is kinda dogshit for some folks? did social media on this topic just become unusable for the next FOUR WEEKS while people in the know make reveals like the character spoiler today?

[avocad1s]

The Gnosis Can Wait

Requested By: No one. Original work.

CW: 5.0 spoilers below this line!!! 5.0 spoilers below this line! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Summary: After his battle with Mavuika, Capitano was left injured. He retreats wanting to replan his strategy when he runs into you, the Creator, who had just descended to Teyvat.

Note: So how are you all liking Natlan? As of right now I think it’s okay only because I want to return to Fontaine 😞

Capitano wasn’t used to the taste of defeat.

As number one in the Fatui harbingers and the strongest amongst them no doubt, he is used to winning every match he partakes in. Or for his opponents to concede before the battle even begins.

Yet he doesn’t take it to heart, he knows the outcomes of every battle can differ in many different ways and he isn’t arrogant about his strength.

Mavuika was a God after all. Even though his power rivals hers, he knew he would have to best her with a foolproof strategy and it seemed barging in wasn’t the right one. She was a worthy opponent.

Capitano returns to his camp, the pain in his chest still burning from the small wound Mavuika left on him. He can wait, once his wound heals then he will strike her again, only this time he won’t miss. At least he has an ally in his pocket keeping him up to date on all the politics within Natlan.

“My lord,” Capitano’s right hand, Rezanov begins while bowing. “We found footprints nearby. We believe someone might stumble into camp soon…”

Capitano lets out a sigh underneath his mask, “how many people?”

“We believe only one, there’s only one track of footprints.”

Only one person? Nothing really to worry about. Unless this person is returning to tell the Archon his location.

“Find them and bring them here.” He orders and Rezanov nods and quickly takes off.

———

Okay… don’t freak out. Don’t freak out…

You just woke up in Genshin Impact.

You remember waiting impatiently by your PC for the newest update to the game, but you must’ve fallen asleep while waiting. Now you were dreaming about the it? Jeez, even in your own dreams you thought about the game. You really needed to touch grass. (lol jk jk luv you all)

You were dreaming about Natlan… a nation that you haven’t even played yet. You couldn’t have had a dream about your favorite nation? Or meeting all your favorite characters?

But everything felt so real. Even after watching the trailer and the leaks you’ve seen online, there’s no way you could know such detail about the nation. Maybe it was just your mind filling in the gaps…

“Stop right there!”

You turn around and your blood runs immediately cold. It was two fatui skirmishers and one fatui agent. You don’t even know the amount of times you’ve killed these enemies for their drops or just for the fun of it.

So this is how you die… at least this is better than falling into the claws of Childe, who you’d beat up anytime you built a new character.

“Our lord the Captain will deal with you, come with us with no fight.”

Scratch that. This was much, much worse…

“Wait… isn’t that…?” One of them whispered.

They put down their weapons, looks of remorse on their faces.

“Your Grace… please for give our imprudence we had no idea it was you…” Rezanov. “Please come with us, the Captain would be delighted to see you.”

Right… you’ve read fanfics like this before. Believing you’re their Creator… you wonder if your blood was gold. Perhaps you could check later. For now, you were going to follow them, it’s not like Capitano has appeared in the game you can get a first time look at him.

You follow the trio deeper into the forest, a small fireplace in the distance, you could only assume the Captain would be there.

“My lord, we found who was trailing around camp. Their Grace has decided to bless us with their presence on Teyvat once more.”

Capitano turns around and say nothing for what felt like forever. Even with the helmet, you knew he was staring intently at you.

“Your Grace.” He finally says, his voice much softer than you ever expected. “I am honored to be in your presence.”

He approached, towering over you.

“You three. Fetch Their Grace some food—“ he looks down at you once more. “And a change of clothes.”

You feel embarrassment creep up your neck. What’s wrong with your pajamas? Could he tell they weren’t from this word?

He holds out his hand, and you take it being able to feel the warmth underneath the glove. This dream was much realer than you thought…

Capitano leads you to his large tent holding the flaps open so you could enter. “We weren’t expecting your arrival so I apologize for the lack of preparations…”

You shake your head, “everything is fine.” Not like you’d be here forever…

“You can have my tent You Grace, I will camp outside.” He adds.

You furrow your eyebrows, “this tent is big enough for two people, can’t we just share it?”

Capitano doesn’t say nothing for a moment, you fear you’ve might’ve offended him with your offer but it was the complete opposite. Capitano felt as if he was on top of the world, to share a camp with the Creator? To be able to protect you? To see your sleeping face…

He feels his cheeks grow crimson and he is eternally grateful for his helmet. “Of course, if that’s what you wish Your Grace…”

The flaps to the tent open and Rezanov enters the tent. “My lord, we've received word that the Pyro Archon has lost much of her power.”

“Although your injury complicates things, this is most certainly the opportune time to seize the Gnosis...”

Capitano was slightly irritated with his subordinate’s unwarranted entry but he wouldn’t do anything yet, not while you were right in front of him.

“The Gnosis can wait, we have more important matters…” he replies, his focus never leaving you.

© avocad1s 2024

Note: Capitano was the highlight of Natlan for me. Sorry but i’m a Fatui Harbinger glazer 😞 why’d they make them so fine? It’s not fair… Now here’s to hoping my man is playable, saving all my primos for him so he better not disappoint.

Edit: I know Mavuika isn’t a God but I’m thinking Capitano wouldn’t know that since she’s the only one of the Seven that isn’t a one which is where I went with this fic

[tvbu9]

Apparently the TSA no-fly list got leaked.

[pinkeoni]

Why I Think Will is the "Sorcerer"

When I first saw the episode titled "Sorcerer" way back when the episode titles first leaked, I immediately associated it with Will. But of course I did, considering he is my favorite character after all. But I do have more evidence to back this up other than favorite character bias.

Wizard as Sorcerer

For some of the international episode titles in other languages, the title for "Sorcerer" is occasionally translated to "Wizard." (sometimes it is translated as "Magician" but the general idea of a magic wielder is still there) It has also been noted that in some gendered languages, such as German and Italian, that the word takes on its masculine form. Thank you to @bylrndgm for your help with this! (Edit: adding this post)

It is true that Wizard and Sorcerer are two separate DnD classes, but I think it important to also consider the broader definition and understanding of "sorcerer" outside of just it's DnD definition.

There are multiple definitions that can be found online that refer to a sorcerer as a wizard.

"a person who practices sorcery: wizard" - Merriam-Webster

"Magical, mysterious, and quite possibly mythical, a sorcerer is a name for a spell-casting wizard." - Vocabulary.com

"a person who practices sorcery; black magician; wizard." -Dictionary.com

"a person who practices sorcery : a wizard or warlock" - The Britannica Dictionary

"One who practices sorcery; a wizard." - The Free Dictionary

So I think it is reasonable to see why so many, including myself, immediately associated Will with the sorcerer title— Sorcerers and wizards are heavily associated with each other and are oftentimes used interchangeably.

Since episode 1, Will has been closely tied with wizards. From his DnD character Will the Wise, to the password of Castle Byers referring to a fictional wizard, to dressing up as a wizard, to Will's depiction as a wizard making it into his painting of foreshadowing, the wizard status has followed Will throughout the seasons.

But wait, isn't Will a cleric and not a wizard?

Well yes... and no.

The one reference to Will being a cleric in the show is the one scene where Mike tells Max all of the party members' roles in the group. Here, I do not think he is referring to their DnD roles (even though some of them do share these titles with their characters) but rather, he is referring to their role in the real world using DnD classes. El is assigned as a mage, despite not having a DnD character of her own. The mage title refers to El's real position as a user of magical powers, and Will's cleric title refers to his connection to an otherworldly plane. "Clerics are intermediaries between the mortal world and the distant plane of the gods." from Dnd Beyond. Despite Will's label as a cleric, he is still heavily associated with wizards as well, and thus sorcerers.

The DnD descricption for sorcerers does seem to match Will as well, however. One defining element of a sorcerer, as described by DnD Beyond, is how they acquired their powers, which is either through "an exotic bloodline" or "exposure to unknown cosmic forces." "Is it a family curse, passed down to you from some distant ancestors? Or did some extraordinary event leave you blessed with inherent magic but perhaps scarred as well?"

I believe that Will has some sort of untapped powers that originate from his trip to the Upside Down in season one, which is why we are getting flashbacks to his time there, as has been indicated in behind the scenes material. I also have a more detailed post on why I believe that Will has powers here.

I don't think El is the "Sorcerer," but I do think it could also refer to Vecna

There are a couple of reasons why I do not believe that the title of sorcerer refers to El. The first being the use of masculine articles which I described above, and the second is that high fantasy imagery does not typically follow El the way it does Will. El is usually encased in science fiction tropes and imagery, and gets the title "Superhero" in relation to her powers rather than "Sorcerer" or "Wizard" or "Magician."

I do, however, acknowledge that Vecna has been referred to as a "dark wizard" by Dustin within the show, and has acquired his powers in a similar way that Will has re: the stage play. I think it is possible that the moniker "Sorcerer" could refer to both Vecna and Will, considering how closely they are connected and how they seem to be intentional foils of each other.

[blkbbyprincess]

housewife [t]hottie!

many wonder how you'd get ryomen sukuna; the king of curses, to submit to you and be your personal little prince.

the way he'd look at you at the park, parties, or even at the grocery store shopping right beside him was obvious to those who noticed; that something you had to offer was damned worth the while and they sure weren't talking about your breathtaking looks and charm either.

you had your husband wrapped around your little finger from the moment he stepped in from work. eyes set on him hungry with desire, and enough determination to make sure he'd be crying out "oh god's." as you would work his cocks well; but that was for later.

you made him his favorite for dinner, and served it to him with nothing but a lacey pink robe with an apron with "spank the cook" on the frontside.

this was different than other nights, because he was used to you being in one of your nightgowns with a glowy bare face and a bonnet atop your head snug as it should be. he wasn't complaining though, never. not when he could see the outline of your curves in that skimpy little apron, a new full set of top and bottom lashes with a bit on liner on the bottom lash line, and that ass.. he couldn't get more blessed than this.

"want me to follow instructions on the apron, baby?" he smirked.

"if you'd like baby, but how bout this, once you get finished eating, i'll take you upstairs for desert." immediately knew what you were addressing as dessert, the pink haired man began to catch on. "well what if Im hungry for desert now?, i've got a sweet tooth ya'know."

"hm, that's nice to know, but you havent got more of a sweet tooth than me."

that's how you ended up on your knees at the dinner table; sucking and slobbing up one of sukuna's cocks and taking sweet care of his balls while you were at it. he begged and pleaded with you to eat your pussy first like a starved man who didn't literally have a plate of real food in front of him, but all it took was you hips on his, straddling him gently, and a finger of yours up to his mouth and a "shhh" while dragging your other hand down his chest and stomach, eventually going down to him pants and unbuckling them with one hand.

you removed your hips from his and dropped down to the floor; pulling his pants down as you went. you could feel yourself pooling at your core, but you had a mission to fulfill, ignoring the fact that you'd been craving for some dick all day and toying with yourself while imagining both of his cocks would be inside you later.

you throated his shit like a champ, not wanting to leave out the other cock, you started to overstimulate him by bringing your hand to his other length and swirling around the tip where precum leaked with your thumb.

"mmhm, my bitch is taking my shit so- fuck"you had this man clutching his fists on the dining room table for god's sake, who was he to act like he was in charge right now? if anything you should've sucked him up right until he was about to bust and then stop, but why be cruel to your baby when you could remind him why he will never leave you? so you stretched your tounge to where one of his cocks started, and looped your tounge around as far as it could go around his length, and that made him loose it.

"shit shit shit, ok im sorry, y-you're in charge baby, you're in charge!" he whines. that's all you needed to hear to finish him up and get ready to swallow all his nut.

"oh shit, oh fuck, oh god! k-keep doing that please baby don't stop, you're making me feel so, so good."

"mmh, fuck I'm bout to cum down your throat, it's gonna be so much baby."

"i'm bout to-uh-, I'm bout to come!"

all you did was look up at him with those eyes that made him go absolutely insane, and that was all the confirmation he needed to shoot right down your throat. with a little more bobbing of your head, and a wholeee lot of "fuck, fuck, fuck's" , he came right down your throat with both of you moaning as he did. he tapped the tip of one of his cocks on your tongue as a signal to wring him out, and so you did. the other cock that you were handling with your hand, was leaking with cum from it too; so you were sure to clean that up as well, no need to waste any! you slowly slid your mouth off of his cock and held your tounge out at his tip. you grabbed his length and tapped it on your tounge wringing out everything he had left in him. afterwards, you got up off your knees and stood above him, with a smile, while he was still heaving and breathing shakily with a hand on his forehead.

you licked your mouth and licked your fingers as he watched and stared; just to tease him a bit. after all it did taste pretty good; it seems pineapples do help a guy after all.

"aww, baby you didn't even you to finish your real dinner!" you whined in a playful voice. you began to make your way upstairs as another way of playing with his feelings. he eventually sat up and gawked at you as if you didn't just slurp him down as if it were an average tuesday afternoon. he looked at the plate, and then looked at you as you walked up the stairs slowly bending over and stepping out of your panties while your robe hanging off your body slowly coming down as well. his jaw dropped and he immediately stood up with yet another hard-on just by the sight of you again.

"baby- w-wait for me!" he whined as he hurriedly took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere to be worried about later, and the same was done with his shoes. "put that dish in the microwave, and then come see about me, handsome." you said in a sultry tone from the top of the stairs as you giggled to yourself and strolled around to your shared bedroom. ryo's never obeyed orders this quick in his life, he picks up the plate of food and places in the microwave; forgetting to close the door and is running up the stairs taking off the little of clothing he had on left.

boyyyy, did you have him whipped.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Lost-nut enlightenment sjdbbdhdhd I'm fuckin wheezing but you're so real for that

If hoyo didn't want me to Dom him then too bad, any male character can be Dommed if you're not a coward.

Deadass when I saw his leaks and saw the headphones I was like "oh, he's probably partially deaf and those are in-game's equivalent of hearing aids, that's pretty neat. He seems like he's either going to be overly friendly or I'm going to want to punch him type of personality"

And damn hoyo tried to portray him as this cool lone wolf scholarly guy who wants to understand everything about Teyvat that's aloof and blunt and a majority of the fandom looked at him (me included), especially after he mentioned that his headphones have noise cancelation, plus the stories about him going the Akademiya as a little kid and went "autism/neuro divergent havin ass 🫵😶" and they're so right for that. Literally nothing about him is neuro typical and I think it's neat.

He's such a dork, bro thinks he can hurt my feelings by being blunt he's not ready for me to take one good and psychoanalyze him. This is how we flirt, others are horrified but this man is literally the horny grip meme because I just know he'd be turned on by you doing something that shows off how smart you are.

I just remembered that his headphones can record lectures.

Nini, imagine recording JoI for him on a separate headphone set, general dirty talk, etc for when you gotta be away because you just know he'd be too stubborn to openly admit that he misses the sound of your voice.

He's so pathetic bless we really eating good

I'm trying not to spam your inbox with the rambling of madman but I'm just so happy to have fellow Doms to gush about subby men with since it's hard to find each other

-🐇

Nah it’s alright, I don’t mind. Also I noticed that was a typo- I wanted to write post-but enlightenment Ahahhahah

But the thing with the headphones? 10/10 would write. I’ll do it once my kinktober stuff are done. Imagine recording his own noises during smexy time without him knowing, and making some alternations to his headphones so that we can change whatever he’s listening to something else.

Then just jumpscare him with his own lewd moans and whimpers. At first he’d be so confused, like who’s this weird ass dude with the high pitched voice of a girl? Is it even a guy? Until he hears your voice, and the words you uttered were so familiar.

As soon as he notices that these sounds were in fact, he himself, god the embarrassment and lust swelling inside him would be 📈📈

I think he’d blush and smirk to himself, scaring basically any poor souls who had the unfortunate fate of witnessing such a scene.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 1 Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

It’s not that weird, is it? 

Knocking on a neighbour’s door that you don’t know on a Friday evening, asking for a screwdriver as your kitchen sink is flooding, damp t-shirt sticking to you and a wet streak through your hair.

No. You shake your head. This resembles nothing like a terrible cheesy porn scenario. It’s fine. This is fine.

(And really, you should know who the maintenance people are in this building… Frankly. It’s your first night in this seriously upscale building. Do they even have maintenance people or is it just personal butlers?)

You self-consciously try to run your hands through your hair, already knowing you look desperately out of place in your new home.

But, god bless her soul, your estranged grandma has pretty much set you up for life. Leaving you a decent inheritance and an apartment in Gangnam. So what if it came with a dodgy sink where the water isn’t so much leaking as gushing out. 

No problem.

You have all the world’s information at your fingertips and countless NewTube tutorials. A lifetime of frugal habits and a can-do attitude means you’re not going to spend more than you need to.

So here you are.

Outside your neighbour’s door.

Putting off looking like a weirdo while every second your new apartment could be resembling more like a swimming pool.

You take a deep breath, steeling your resolve and ring the doorbell.

A faint chime from inside reaches your ears and you wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And just as you’re on the verge of leaving and trying someone else, you hear footsteps. Which, you think with unease, sounds irritable. You didn’t even know footsteps could sound irritable.

The door cracks open, just slightly, and the man peering through the gap narrows his black eyes at you. Needs must; you’ll just casually breeze past that.

With what you hope is a winning smile, the words tumble out. 

“Hi, I’m your new neighbour. This used to belong to my grandma but I’m here. Just moved in! Funny story actually, she didn’t take too good care of it so now I have a leaky sink. You can probably tell,” you signal to the state of your hair and clothing, “I’m sorry for disturbing you, I didn’t mean to-”

He cuts you off, words short and terse. “Why are you here?”

“Oh… uh, do you have a screwdriver I can borrow? Flathead please.”

The guy takes one more look at you and shuts the door.

Excuse me? Did he just? Wow.

You’re not really sure what to do, because who doesn’t lend their neighbour a screwdriver? You shuffle your feet, contemplating if you should try the neighbours on the other floor. But what if they shut their door in your face too?

And maybe you should have called a plumber or maintenance already like a normal person. But they likely won't get here for hours. Hindsight is a bitch.

Just as you’re about to skulk away, trying to concoct another plan, the door opens again. Fully this time.

“Here,” the man says, now revealing himself to you and handing over a toolbox.

Holy shit. You take in his tall lean frame, pretty sure you can see his muscles and abs through his shirt what the fuck, the strong jaw and the hair which is this side of mussed, obviously relaxing after a long week. He looks about your age and might be the hottest guy you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Cheeks flushing, you stammer your thanks and after he gives you a slight nod (was that a smirk?), you take your leave.

.

.

Fuck fuck fuck. It doesn’t work. Fuck NewTube and fuck this sink.

What if it floods fully and leaks through to the apartment below. You can’t afford to pay for damages of whatever fancy shit you may or may not have broken.

Your neighbour' door opens for the third time this evening, and the guy holds his hand out expectantly for his toolbox. 

In for a penny, in for a pound. You move it a touch out of reach, a hostage of sorts, as you start to ramble again, this time tears pricking at your eyes.

“I’m so sorry but I couldn’t fix it. Is there a maintenance or plumbing number you can give me?”

He frowns, your words sinking in and checking out your sorry state.

“Is this going to damage my apartment?”

“No?” The question mark is loud.

“Tell me what is wrong with your… sink.”

You mutter something about hopefully just a leaky valve. Which should be oh-so-simple to fix, according to your troubleshooting skills. Perhaps that is as lacking as your handiness.

With a sigh, he grabs the toolbox out of your hand, fingers brushing yours too quickly before you’re able to comprehend what’s happening, and moves with confident strides towards your place.

.

.

Gun, he answered after you asked his name. You thought he didn’t hear when you asked the first time. The second time he hesitated, a little shifty with his body language. As if his name is a secret.

And as he ducks under your kitchen sink with a screwdriver, head almost fully shoved in the cabinet, vascular forearms showing with his sleeves rolled up, tinkering with something or another; you wonder if anything ever looks out of place in those arms, held in those fingers.

His shirt, which looks painfully expensive with a designer logo plastered all over it, is completely soaked through (dear god, those were his abs that were showing clearly through), now looking tantalising transparent and clinging to his torso.

With his arms lifted, it rides up. Showing a pale strip of skin. All hip bones and muscles and fuck. Fuck.

This is your home. Yours. How are you so incredibly flustered in your own home?

“Wrench.” comes his voice, low and silky. 

“Uhh…” you rummage around and hand him the adjustable tool.

A twist, a creak, and the water slows.

Drying up to a slow leak, then a few drips, then… nothing.

Is this guy an angel or what? Your survey the puddles, body sagging with relief that in hindsight it isn’t too terrible. No lasting damage.

Gun stands up, dusting himself off and you gush your thanks. Pouring your gratitude.

His black eyes shift to you, aloof and apathetic.

“Don’t mention it. It’s a one off. I’m not in the habit of doing favours.”

Huh?

Your jaw hangs open at his attitude as he makes a swift exit without giving you a second glance.

So much for him being an angel.

[creative-frequency]

Lucanis x Rook: Coffee and Compartmentalising

⚜ It’s a late evening for coffee at the Lighthouse. Rook and Lucanis almost talk about their feelings. Spite is there with average gremlin behaviour. → More unresolved romantic tension, light angst, Crow!Rook (she/her), Lucanis POV, Series: Spellblade of House de Riva Word count: 3.5k

Lucanis watched carefully as Neve lifted the unassuming mug of coffee and took a sip.

They were sitting around the large table in the Lighthouse dining hall. The fire was happily roaring in the fireplace. It should have been almost midnight, but thanks to the Fade, it was perpetually light and the sky stayed always the same confusing shade of peach.

“Well?” Lucanis urged.

Neve nodded a little in appreciation and sipped again. “I stand corrected. The coffee duty is all yours.”

She flashed him a rare hint of a genuine smile.

“Good.”

Lucanis leaned back in the chair. He could throw out that bag of whatever Neve used to insult real coffee beans. The next time he had the chance to shop, he would get something special. Maybe Rivaini Robusta beans for that extra kick of caffeine.

There was a blessed silence from Spite. Curiously, he was not so keenly throwing tantrums whenever Neve, Bellara or Harding were around. Instead, he almost seemed to sulk. Lucanis had been able to have a whole conversation alone with Neve, mostly about Antivan dark roast coffee.

And then Rook walked into the dining hall.

Lucanis grimaced. Spite went wild. In a flash of purple embers and smoke, the demon appeared right next to Rook like an overly enthusiastic shadow, way too close to be respectful of her personal space. Rook paused briefly, blinked, and looked to the side, bemused – as if a fly had been hovering by her ear. She made a wry face, but brushed the feeling off just as quickly. 

Spite was tipping closer to her. Lucanis tensed and pulled on his stoic mask. Spite acting up in Rook’s presence made him inexorably anxious. It had been less than a week since he had arrived at the Lighthouse and it was already a problem.

“Rook. Is here. For coffee.” Spite nodded to emphasise the words and stalked after the mage.

Mierda. Could the demon stay calm just once whenever Rook walked into the room? It was bad enough that Lucanis himself was overly conscious of her presence. Naturally, he could tell her footsteps apart from the other ladies by heart. Unless she didn’t want him to hear her approach – the con of having another trained assassin around.

However, Rook could not hide her magic from Lucanis. After years apart, he would still notice her signature tap into the Fade like a leaking faucet was suddenly turned on at the back of his head. It was not uncomfortable, but it would take a while to get used to the sensation again.

“Who’s taking over the coffee duty?” Rook asked.

“Lucanis,” Neve said off-handedly, but she was curiously watching Lucanis, calculating and making unwanted, unnecessary connections. Her gaze followed his over to Rook and Spite, though she couldn’t see the demon either.

“Oh, I thought that was already settled,” Rook commented.

Her hand brushed Lucanis’ shoulder in a manner of acknowledgement as she passed him on her way to the coffee. A flush of comforting warmth followed the light touch. Rook’s scent was like–

“Lavender. And burnt olive oil,” Spite decided.

Lavender from the incense and oil from the lamp. So Rook had been reading in her room, no doubt researching the Fade or the self-proclaimed elven gods. Lucanis would have to pick up the books too to help her fill out the dossier on their marks. He tipped the coffee cup at his lips, but barely tasted anything. Rook poured herself a cup and added a generous splash of milk.

Neve got up from her seat.

“I should get back to it. The ritual murders in Dock Town never solve themselves.” She shrugged and continued with a knowing expression: “Don’t stay up too late.”

“Right back at you. Goodnight, Neve!” Rook tossed after the detective and took the chair opposite Lucanis. Spite hovered near her… sniffing the air.

Lucanis groaned in frustration.

“Spite, could you not… Mierda,” he huffed. The demon barely afforded him a look and definitely did not stop.

“Do I want to know?” Rook questioned and coolly sipped her coffee. She seemed to have become worryingly accustomed to Spite’s presence. And that excited the demon a little too much to Lucanis’ liking.

“I don’t think you do,” Lucanis replied. He relaxed a little since Spite backed off. The demon settled back like a good little stalker and continued to survey Rook’s every motion, unbeknownst to her. It was creepy, but there was not much Lucanis could do about it. The demon’s fixation on Rook was peculiar to say the least. Lucanis didn’t know if it was just because she was a mage or because of something else.

“How many cups of coffee have you had today?” Rook asked with a humorous twinkle in her eyes.

Eighth. This was his eighth cup of the day.

“I haven’t counted.”

“You drink so much coffee that Spite can probably smell colours.”

“Hah!” Spite roared, apparently exhilarated because Rook had mentioned him.

“Do I sense the need for an intervention?” Rook wondered and leaned over the table to take a better look at the coffee-addicted, sleep-deprived assassin. Then she frowned, as expected.

Lucanis let out a pained sigh and put down his cup, feeling a little too much like the intervention was already happening.

“We discussed this already. I won’t sleep.”

“Mm-hmm. You keep saying that, but at some point you will have to.”

Rook kept narrowing her eyes at him, but let the subject go. Lucanis had told her – patiently and on several occasions – that the risks of Spite sleepwalking were too high. What if he passed through the Eluvian when Spite had the wheel? Or hurt someone?

What if he did something to Rook?

Lucanis could survive with minimal sleep until this contract was taken care of. After that, he planned to find a place to lock himself and Spite in and sleep for a week. After that, he could focus on the issue of his demonic possession and find a way to get rid of the extra passenger in his body. And maybe after that, he could focus on bringing Rook back to Treviso to reclaim her place as the Spellblade of House de Riva. Viago had not explicitly said he was expecting as much in his letter, but Lucanis knew the Fifth Talon trusted that he would try. No one had tried to claim the place in Rook’s absence.

And speaking of the demon, Spite was still hovering at the end of the table, purple eyes trained on Rook like a maniac. The demon was hanging on her every word.

“So… The demon of Vyrantium?” Rook started.

Lucanis realised they had been quiet long enough for the silence to become uncomfortable. Time passed faster when he was keeping one eye on Spite and plotting his demise.

Lucanis drained the last drops of his coffee and regretted losing the only thing to keep him preoccupied under Rook’s sharp gaze. “Tevinter news sheets. And Viago, I suspect.”

Rook snorted and puffed the air out of her lungs in amusement. “The Wigmaker job, right? You’ll have to tell me all about it.”

“Gladly. Whenever you have the time to spare,” Lucanis replied.

“I… feel like we need a bottle of Antivan red for that one,” she said.

He leaned back in the chair and allowed himself to drink in the smile on Rook’s lips. She had always been good at distracting him.

“Rook, I like how you think.”

“Of course you do, Lucanis.”

She was smiling sweetly – like the old Rook, who was always playful and up to no good. Lucanis had known her long enough to know that smile spelled trouble with a capital T. And his heart took liberties whenever he witnessed it.

Being around Rook again… it was comforting. Normal. But also surreal, a reclaimed part of his past that Lucanis had thought forever lost, but not in a bittersweet manner. No. He had believed Rook was somewhere South in Ferelden or Orlais, living her life and fulfilling her dreams with people who cared for her, loved her. Never in a thousand years would he have guessed it would be her out of all people to swoop in for a rescue in an underwater Venatori prison. Lucanis had felt Rook’s magic before hearing her voice in the Ossuary. He was not the religious type, but even he had a hard time not believing in some form of fate or providence after the rescue.

“Catching up and reminiscing the old days sounds also good,” Rook continued, completely missing the way Lucanis’ own smile had turned into a wistful one.

“Some things never change, do they?” Lucanis murmured. Maker, he had been awake for so long that his brains felt scrambled. He glanced at Spite, who was inspecting the surface texture of a plate.

“True, but don’t you think we both traded up in terms of housing?” Rook motioned around the dining room. “I’m sure the Ossuary was horribly drafty and damp.”

Spite suddenly appeared right behind her and hissed: “Tell her. We want. To be free.”

Lucanis fought to keep his expression neutral.

“She was asking me, Spite,” he noted and impressed even himself with how calm the tone was.

Spite lurched over the table and banged his fists down with a force that should have clattered the cutlery, but made no sound outside the Fade. It was just another reminder that Lucanis couldn’t allow himself to relax in Rook’s presence. Not with Spite waiting by the edges.

Rook chuckled and it felt so out of place with Spite throwing a tantrum next to her that Lucanis bristled.

“Spite,” Rook cooed, looking to the general direction on her left and continued as the demon’s head snapped towards her, “if you give us a moment of privacy, I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement.”

Lucanis swallowed. Mierda. Making a deal with a demon. Rook was entirely too laid back about the whole abomination thing. She really had not changed all that much. And it was all for his benefit, which made the notion even more troubling.

Spite was standing just by Rook’s shoulder, which made her distant gaze that more weird to witness.

“You shouldn’t humour him. Spite will never do what is asked of him,” Lucanis said dryly.

“I’m trying to humour you, silly,” Rook retorted with that damn grin. She lifted the coffee cup to her lips again and Lucanis had to avert his eyes. She swallowed a sip and continued: “I wonder if it would be possible for me to speak with Spite directly. We should actually ask this Fade expert, when we meet him.”

“You should ask,” Lucanis muttered.

“Rook. Is. Smart.”

“That’s not news to me.”

“What’s not news to you?” Rook inquired with raised brows.

“Nothing.”

She pouted. Spite retreated again, maybe content with the promise of further negotiations and Rook’s interest in talking with the demon directly. Hell if Lucanis knew, but it was stressing him out.

“Have you thought about shaving?” Rook suddenly asked.

Lucanis’ hand shot up to feel his beard.

“Should I?” he inquired. If Rook didn’t like the jailbird look, he definitely would find his barber the next time they visited Treviso.

“Mm. Not necessarily. The Venatori won’t recognise you now,” she teased and clasped her lower lip between her teeth. Lucanis still didn’t know what that meant.

“It’s enough for me that you did,” he noted and the precipice of the truth behind the words felt prickly in his mouth.

Because he would recognise her anywhere; her voice and magic and touch. All soothing like the caress of feathers against his skin. One of the new constants in his life was the itching need to reach over and lay his hand over hers, or to offer a cup of coffee, to ask if she was comfortable and if there was anything he could do for her. It was not a completely new feeling in regards to Rook, but, mierda, how it had returned with vengeance in the past few days. Lucanis wondered if Rook had ever felt the same. About him, or anyone.

Rook smiled faintly, but it faltered quickly. She cupped the coffee cup in her hands and looked down, trying to find the words. Her throat bobbed in a swallow. The cup was surely empty by now.

The fireplace crackled softly in the background and Lucanis vaguely realised Spite was crouched in front of the fire. So much for bargaining for some privacy. This was probably the longest Rook and Lucanis had been alone in the past week, and he knew Spite was too invested to scurry off, no matter how much Lucanis wanted him to. He made another effort to ignore the demon’s presence.

“What’s on your mind?” Lucanis urged softly.

Rook looked at him, then looked away.

“The other night, it’s… I’m sorry, it was…” She sighed heavily. “Confusing.”

Lucanis’ pulse picked up as if he had just ran ten miles. His fingers gripped the empty cup and he forced a calming exhale. This was it. His chance to play it cool.

“It’s fine. I’m compartmentalising.” His lips tipped into a crooked smile.

A few seconds ticked by. An eternity. 

“That’s not healthy,” Rook finally laughed.

“Hmm. Maybe you’re right,” Lucanis quipped back in mock-thoughtfulness.

“Usually I am,” Rook relented, but rolled her eyes.

Lucanis still felt warm every time his thoughts crossed that moment; how he had been taken completely by surprise and almost lost his precarious control in the pantry. He had wanted to touch her, to kiss her. Rook had just been so… She had been worried about him. And admitted to missing his cooking. Virtually admitted to missing him. Deep in his torn and wretched soul, the touch of Rook’s lips still smoldered and the tension in the pantry had set the burn alight.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lucanis saw Spite stalking closer again, maybe sensing the discrepancy between Rook’s apology and laughter. 

“Lucanis. Stop,” Spite spat out.

Lucanis frowned at the demon and Rook’s brows shot up in question. He just shook his head.

Lucanis had sorted all things Spite and everything related to Rook into different mental boxes. Spite was a complication. Rook was… another kind of dilemma. A box he constantly wanted to take out and ponder its contents in private. There was a box labelled as ‘colleague Rook’, filled with memories of their youth, and then there was the ‘complicated Rook’ box that was burning through the shelves.

It was a problem he couldn’t solve with a knife and it frustrated him.

Silence fell and Rook looked sadly at her coffee cup. Empty. Spite had popped off to Maker knew where. Lucanis was just about to stand up and offer to make some more, when Rook talked:

“I can’t believe you asked about the wyvern watching.”

Trust Rook to change the subject by bringing back something Lucanis really didn’t want to talk about, but he would take it just because there were a lot of things he wanted to talk about even less.

“I really wanted to show them to you back then,” he answered tentatively, unsure where Rook was going with this.

“Right. Now I feel even worse about it,” Rook huffed, talking more to herself than Lucanis. Then she planted her palms on the table as if reaching an important decision. “Alright. If there are any wyverns left after this is done, we will find them.”

Lucanis’ brows shot up and he looked at Rook hopefully. She sounded honest. “Promise?”

Rook nodded. “Promise.”

It really didn’t make sense, but he believed her. If anyone could find a wyvern in a world gone mad, it would be Rook. Still, Lucanis couldn’t help feeling that they were only adding stakes to their already impossible task and nothing short of an ultimate victory would crush them. The Ossuary had changed his perspective. There were things that should not wait for the right circumstances. Unfortunately, wyvern watching was not one of those things.

“Rook?” Lucanis started, searching the familiar, curious gaze. Warmth, that had nothing to do with the fireplace at his back, greeted him and it instantly caught in his chest. He made a hopeless attempt at relieving the sensation by pressing a palm on it.

“Hm?”

“When we have the time… I would like to go back to Treviso to see what’s changed,” he said.

Rook swallowed, but then a stern, decisive Rook emerged that Lucanis really didn’t know well. She nodded curtly. “We will make time.”

“Thank you.”

It was much too late for any sort of sensible conversation, but Lucanis couldn’t make himself stand up, take the empty mug to be washed, and step away to the pantry. He was hoping against hope that Rook was also stalling, but he didn’t allow himself to pursue that thought. So they just sat in tired silence, two insomniac Crows.

“Do they still run the puppet shows?” Rook wondered out loud.

“Would Antiva give up their one form of art that’s completely devoted to political satire?” Lucanis replied.

She laughed. “You’re right.”

Lucanis wanted to ask if Rook would be okay to return to Treviso. He wanted to ask if she had made peace with Viago – he suspected not, since both of them could be stubborn asses – because the last time Lucanis had heard Viago grumbling about Rook de Riva, he had not had a warm welcome waiting for her. The two de Rivas had always had a curtain of secrecy shrouding their real relationship from view. It was not Lucanis’ business, but he still wondered how Rook really felt about the Fifth Talon and what their relationship was besides that of a Talon and his underling. Lucanis had never thought to ask and he doubted Rook would even answer.

“How does it feel to be back now that a few days have passed?” Rook asked quietly.

“Antaam in Treviso. Caterina… I’m not sure what I’ve returned to,” Lucanis replied in a somber tone. Most of the time he tried not to think about it; it was best to focus on the job, clean his weapons, maintain his gear, or exercise. There was no room for thoughts of the bigger picture during the lonely nights. Not yet, when everything was still so overwhelmingly new. Survival was more important.

Rook nodded in understanding. She had always wanted to bring up the heavy topics as little as Lucanis did, but she did it anyway because she was concerned of his well being – or mental state and current progress of turning into a mindless abomination of Spite. Spite, who was currently sticking his head into the fireplace.

Still, Lucanis felt light, or at least lighter. Talking with Rook had usually had this effect on him. She was kind and caring. And always ready to beat him into a pulp or challenge him into a pointless duel. Her tendency to make everything into a competition had often been frustrating as it was endearing how she thought she could win.

Rook got up from her seat and since they were out of coffee, Lucanis had no choice but to follow her example. He rolled his neck and shoulders. And caught Rook staring. She looked away instantly as he quirked a brow at her.

“Nothing. Time for bed. Want to come with me tomorrow to find the Grey Wardens?” she asked.

“If you want me to come,” Lucanis replied, as always.

“I always do.”

He paused. Rook was still avoiding his gaze.

“Are we still discussing the expedition to find this Warden?” he shot with a raised brow.

“Not necessarily.”

Mierda.

Rook bit her lip and her expression glazed over briefly in such a way that Lucanis could only guess where her bawdy mind had slipped. It was just like her; speaking first and thinking second, especially with him. It made him happy. It meant she didn’t have her guard up. He didn’t know what it meant, but for now he was just delighted to hit her with a crooked smile and a saucy, thoughtful hum.

Rook huffed in annoyance. “You’re the worst. See you in the morning. Unless Spite makes you walk off the edge into the Fade.”

“See Rook. In the morning,” Spite burst out loud and Lucanis grimaced. Rook had definitely heard that. He was getting so sleepy it was difficult to keep the demon in.

“Oh? Huh. He–?”

“Don’t mind him,” Lucanis quickly said.

“At least one of you would miss me,” Rook teased.

And she had no idea just how much.

[atlasofthestaars]

Can you write something where the reader is sick, and their love interest Smoke helps take care of them? Thank you!

NOTE: IM SO SORRY HOW LONG THIS TOOK ANON </3 ITS FINALLY HERE

Tried to make this lighthearted and funny!

Sorry this is really short (or short for how long you waited for this) </3 I wanted to finally get this out and I couldn’t think of much to extend this

SICK DAYS [SMOKE X READER]

Colds were perhaps the worst thing ever.

Okay, you were being dramatic. You’d never admit that outloud, and especially in this state, but you were. They definitely weren’t the worst thing ever, but you loathe being sick. It sucked the life out of you, it made you miserable, and everyone wanted to avoid you. Not to mention, even after the worst is over, you’d be left with sniffles and coughs for an unreasonable amount of time.

Why couldn’t being sick just be a one day deal? It was all too easy to get sick anyways, one tiny mistake then you were suddenly down on your luck and getting sick. It didn’t help that you were staying in possibly the worst place right now to deal with a cold. The Lin Kuei temple was not the best place with its freezing temperatures to recover from a cold. 

Haha, cold. Cruel irony.

Grumbling, you sighed as you pulled the covers over yourself, curling into a tight ball as you closed your eyes. This way, you’d be warmer. And then maybe, just maybe, you could sleep and wake up and suddenly be better. It was definitely wishful thinking, but it was better than nothing.

Sadly, your plan was thwarted in a matter of minutes.

The door of your room opened, shining the light leaking in from the hallway directly on your face. You flinched at the sudden change in light, a frown tugging harder at your lips. It was as if the elder gods were mocking you. They enjoyed your pain, surely. 

You squinted open your eyes, nearly hissing at the light. Your grumpiness was somewhat quelled as you noticed just who was the figure who had decided to disrupt your attempt to hibernate your way into wellness. 

Tomas, the light of your life. Not that he knew it, nor did you ever mention it to him.

You blinked, focusing on his form which was being outlined by the light outside. By the elder gods, it was making him look like an angel. Not that you didn’t think he wasn’t an angel already, but now he especially looked like one. Especially when you spotted the things he was carrying in his hands.

Water and soup. 

Nevermind, maybe the elder gods were blessing you today. Maybe they pitied your sickly state, so they sent an angel to nurse you back to health. Surely that must be it.

“Are you feeling better?” Tomas asked as he set down the bowl of soup and water on the nightstand. He then knelt next to your bed. You tried to take a sniff of the soup, before remembering sorrowfully that your nostrils were clogged. You mourned the loss of smell, suddenly. 

“I think I’m dying.” You croaked out, using your status as a sick person to be even more dramatic than usual. It was a treat to yourself, to help you cope with your status. You groaned as you shifted in bed, wanting the pain of being sick to end already. You glanced at the soup and water, before glancing back at Smoke to see his reaction.

“You wouldn’t be dying if you didn’t go out in the snow like I warned you not to.” Tomas chided you, yet at the same time he had a smile on his face, and a playful note to his voice. You stared at his face, making sure to commit it to memory. It was going to be one of the few things that was going to get you through this sickness.

Or the last thing you remembered before you passed away from this illness like a sickly Victorian child.

“Well I’m not a coward.” You huffed, rolling your eyes as you recalled how you had brazenly rushed out into the snow. You were too overjoyed by the snowfall to bundle up. Plus, you weren’t out there for too long, you assumed nothing was going to happen to you.

Maybe pride was your downfall. 

“But you are sick now.” Tomas quipped back, raising his eyebrows to emphasize his point. You grumbled, not thinking of a proper comeback to his statement. You blinked in surprise as you felt his hand brush over your forehead. You were glad your face was already flushed from sickness so your blush didn’t stick out. “Seems you don’t have a fever.” 

“Yeah.” You said, stunned for a moment as you recalled his gentle touch as he retracted his hand. You didn’t care how warm your sickness was making you feel, you missed the soft warmth from his hand. You cleared your throat as you glanced at the bowl. “So, what type of soup did you bring?” You asked, all too curious.

You were shocked to hear it was your favorite soup. He had brought you your favorite soup when you were sick to make you feel better. You closed your eyes for a second, to thank the elder gods above that you had met this man.

If it weren’t for your sickness, you’d kiss the man.

That, and well, you were too much of a coward to tell him your feelings. 

“Did you hear me?” You were taken out of your stupor, looking at the man as you furrowed your eyebrows, trying to recall if you had processed what he said. You were thankful he was patient as he repeated himself. “Are you well enough to feed yourself?”

“What.”

“Come on, sit up.” He urged you. Confused, you sat up. You reached out to grab the stack of tissues on your nightstand and blew into it. While you didn’t find it dignified to blow your stuffy nose in front of your crush, you found it was far less embarrassing than to drip snot in front of him. You grimaced as you tossed the tissue into the trash can. As you looked up, you were surprised to see a spoon of your favorite soup hovering in front of your face. “Here.”

“Huh.” You said, dumbfounded. Maybe the sickness was taking your intelligence too, because it felt like right now all you could muster were confused sounds and words. You blinked as you watched Tomas nod towards you, gently lifting the spoon closer to your mouth. Panicking, you leaned forward and ate the soup.

How is it that him being here made your favorite soup just a bit better?

“Good.” Tomas praised, and you felt yourself flush at the simple word. Does he know how much you adored him? No, and you doubted how much even these simple actions meant to you. Happily, he seemed to urge you to eat more, and you complied. You were not going to pass up on this opportunity to bask in his attention. “You know, I worry for you, sometimes. No one in their right mind would normally run into the snow like that.”

“I’m not a fragile baby.” You huffed stubbornly, sniffing. Yet on the inside you were fawning. He worried for you. Maybe it’s because he thought you were insane, but he worried for you! That had to mean something, right? The gray clad man shot you a look, and you pouted. “Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean anything.”

“Uh huh.” Smoke replied, sass in his tone. Still, he gave you a radiant smile as he continued to feed you soup. You felt on top of the world. If only you didn’t feel miserable otherwise, you’d consider getting sick more often so you could bask in his attention.

You glanced at Smoke’s face.

Nevermind, you would gladly trade your health if you could continue to be pampered by this man.

You had several blissful minutes of Smoke feeding you soup. As you finished the bowl, he let out a satisfied hum as he set the emptied bowl on the nightstand next to you. You also drank more from the glass of water he brought.

You were feeling a bit better already! Or maybe that was just the effect Smoke had on you. You weren’t certain which one it was. Maybe it was both.

“Glad to see you’re feeling better.” Tomas said, and you felt your heart skip a beat. You were so, so lucky to know this man. You inhaled, holding your breath as he pressed his hand to your forehead again. His touch lingered longer this time. And you weren’t sure if you were being delusional or not when you swore his thumb brushed your cheek. “Good, no fever.” He murmured, though you weren’t sure why he checked again.

Still, with the way he was looking at you, you had no room to question or complain about that. Certainly he just wanted to make sure you were feeling better. 

You sat there, taking in the sight of Tomas. His warm, gray eyes. His nice, fluffy hair that you always had to hold yourself back from playing with. Your eyes traced over his cheekbones down to his chin, and for the most briefest of seconds, you gazed at his lips.

Why did you have to be sick!?

“Did you take any medicine yet?” He asked, peering at you curiously. You froze, completely forgetting that medicine was a thing. You had just been planning on honestly sleeping this stupid sickness off. Medicine would have definitely helped.

“Uh, no.” You admit, sheepishly. You watched as Smoke playfully rolled his eyes before pulling out a small bottle from his pocket. 

“Good thing I brought some for you.” Smoke said, an almost smug tone in his voice. He poured out two pills, and glanced at you. “I know you too well.” He shook the bottle in his hand as if to emphasize the point.

There was something all too sweet in his voice that made you want to swoon and fall into his arms.

He held out his hand, the two small pills in his palms. Quickly, you reached for them. You ignored the rising heat to your face as your hand brushed his. You really, really wanted to hold his hand. They felt warm and soft.

You felt his expectant eyes on you as you reached for the last of your water. You popped the two pills in your mouth, and you quickly tilted your head back as you took a mouthful of water. You swiftly swallowed, and you let out a sigh as the pills disappeared into your stomach.

“Thank you, Tomas.” You croaked out, and immediately wanted to slap yourself for. Why did your voice have to give out on you on what was supposed to be such a heartfelt moment? Your worries all melted away as he shot you the most beautiful grin you’ve seen in your life.

“Anything for you.” Tomas said, his voice gentle and soft. He said your name with reverence, as if you were the most important thing. He grabbed your hand. And held it carefully between his own. Your eyes dropped to his hand holding, and it felt like the wind was knocked out of you. You weren’t sure if you could pass off the heat on your cheeks as you simply being sick.

“Did you hear what I said?”

Snapping out of your daze, you looked up to see Smoke’s intent gaze on you. You opened your mouth, trying to come up with the correct answer. You certainly couldn’t say that you were too busy swooning over the man to hear what he said. But you couldn’t just say anything because then it’d be obvious you hadn’t been paying attention.

And yet, it didn’t matter.

“You’re too cute.” Tomas said softly, and you suddenly wondered if you had been dreaming all this all this time. Getting up, he leaned over and gently pressed a featherlight kiss onto your forehead. He then drew back with a soft smile. “Get some rest, okay?” He murmured, cupping your cheek gently, rubbing his thumb against it before letting go.

You watched wordlessly as he gathered the bowl and water glass. He turned around and sent you another sweet smile. And you swore in his eyes he had the hint of the smuggest attitude you’ve ever seen on him as he looked you up and down.

He must know how much you adored him. That bastard.

As the door closed, you sat in silence as your face continued to burn. Your heart was beating far too fast for what was healthy for a sick person. You lifted your hand to brush against where his lips had met your forehead, and you felt like you were falling in love all over.

Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad.

“Look who’s the reckless one, now?”

You grinned as you entered Tomas’ room, a bowl of soup and a glass of water in your hands. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the eye roll he sent you as he blew his nose. Still, he sent you a weak smile as he laid in his bed. He didn’t catch your sickness as bad as you, but he was still sick regardless. Bumping into the door, you closed it as you approached him.

“Maybe it was reckless, but the look on your face was worth it.” Smoke said, a hint of smugness in his voice as he smiled at you. You scoffed, but you knew you couldn’t even fake being mad at this man. Setting down the bowl of soup and the water, you sat on his bed beside him.

“Was it worth it?” 

“Anything is worth it if it involves you.”

Sighing dreamily, you cupped his cheek as you leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. You marveled as his face bloomed into a soft pink. He held your hand in place, leaning into your soft touch. Your heart skipped a beat.

“I don’t think you should be kissing sick people.” Smoke teased, his eyes squinting at you as his eyebrows raised. You rolled your eyes. Raising your hand, you pinched his other cheek, eliciting an exaggerated ‘ouch’ from the man.

“Says you.” You huffed, pouting. 

“My bad.” Tomas chuckled. “I really couldn’t resist though.” He admitted as he looked up at you. Why did he have to have the dreamiest eyes in all of Earthrealm? You returned his smile, rubbing his cheek gently with your thumb. 

Yeah, getting sick wasn’t so bad after all.

[feverdreamingnight]

A little about me, I’m old (early thirties) I used to be a tumblr kid but left when they banned NSFW content. I’m back now solely to look for RP partners. I work over nights in health care so there are some days I simply won’t be up for much but OOC chatter. For the most part though I am an every day poster even multiple times a day if I really fall in love with the story. I’m horribly dyslexic so I will make spelling mistakes and I will make grammar mistakes. If that bothers you, move on. I write in third person and past tense, and consider myself a novella length writer. Though I can do smaller posts but nothing less than three chunky paragraphs. I only ask you don’t write less than the three paragraphs. I RP on Discord and only want to use discord and make a private server.

As of right now I’m only looking for MxM stories. Personally I write switch characters and I would prefer to play against switches or dom as long as they are willing to switch sometimes. Please no subs only.

I would rather plot together and world build together as well. Please be willing to spit ball some ideas and plot with me! When it comes to NSFW and kinks I’m pretty open or at least willing to discuss. The basic no under age, scat, vore, and feet are my no gos list.

Some things I enjoy:

Omegaverse, I love playing a dominant omega in this case, he will top. Or Alpha X Alpha pairings.

Supernatural

Fantasy

Post apocalyptic

Taboo pairings, once again absolutely no underage.

Enemies to lovers

Darker themes

Mafia/yakuza

Angst

Guard X person he’s guarding

Villain X hero

Spies

Soulmates or soul marks

God x human/ devoted follower

On occasion I can be convinced to do a fandom. Some fandoms I like are

JJK, I read leaks so come cry with me

Voltron

Hannibal

Heaven Offical’s Blessing

My Hero Academia

Feel free to inquire about more I might be interested.

Any who reach out if this sparks your interest

[audreyscribes]

What powers would you give to a child of Rhea?

Oooof, I’ve been thinking about this for a while so here we go!

[LONG TEXT POST BELOW!!!]

Let’s just start off who Rhea is. Her name means “Flow; Ease” and she’s the Titan mother of the gods, goddess of female fertility, motherhood, and generation. Being Kronos’ wife and with her name, she represents the flow of time and generations, alongside with the flow of menstrual blood, birth waters, and milk. She was also the goddess of comfort and ease, and is considered also the Titaness of Protection and Blessing. 

So first and foremost, a child of Rhea would have her ability to induce serenity; as the Titaness of Comfort and Ease, her demigod child would be able to emit feelings of tranquility. This can happen by either an actual power or be inherent personality, seen in Hestia, where they just exude comfort and ease, giving an aura of warmth, comfort, safety, and so forth. Regardless, just because its comfort and ease, personality-wise it doesn’t have to come off as something quiet and composed (though it can very much be). Their personality can be something gruff and tough, but  there is comfort and ease behind a strong persona, like a heavy weighed blanket. 

Though being a demigod, the caveat is that as a power, it can only be attuned if they practice the act of comfort and ease. Something like achieving Inner Peace but with Comfort and Ease. The best way I can put into perspective is like the child of Rhea already exudes comfort and ease but their aura leaks out much like a leaky tap. Only when they come into their power can they let the power of Comfort and Ease flow out of them like getting the stuck tap to flow. Once that’s achieved, I can also imagine their power being used to force their opponents to not fight, in a sense where a child of Hypnos just makes their enemy fall asleep kind of deal, getting their opponents or target to lose their desire to fight. In a better situation, it can be used to keep the peace and ensure communication is exchanged with words and not fists; which if they were at Camp, this would be used so many ways. In most situations, people are drawn to them to just feel at peace.

However, this power is not necessary a good thing to have on all the time. While Comfort and Ease are good things, it is a passive thing and things cannot always be passive. They will have to learn or be forced to allow things to happen and it is inevitable that people will fight one way or another because it is required and there are reasons to fight and be active in. 

Other than that, I can see the child of Rhea picking up the skills to invoke protection and blessings, stuff like having a safe journey, to be healthy, and etc. It’s not powerful and permanent as a god+ blessing, but being a demi-titan?demigod? Of Rhea has some power. Another power they would have is to heal, possibly their speciality in “Curing”; especially harder to heal afflictions, reflecting how Rhea cured Dionysus of madness casted by Hera. I can see the child of Rhea spending most of their time at the Apollo cabin.  There is also the minor perk of being able to befriend felines because Rhea and her lions. Obviously if the child of Rhea has contact with lions, they have their own pride of Lions by their side.

Y’know what their ultimate power is though? Being able to talk back to the First Major 6 Gods and direct children of Rhea, with no consequences (except Hestia, she is their favourite half-sister and reminds them the most of Rhea). Not because they have this power of immunity, but its solely because they’re their half-sibling, and by sibling rite, they are the youngest and able to annoy them and call them out. Of course they shouldn’t nor wouldn’t insult them to their face and blatantly disrespect them, because Rhea raised them better than this but when Zeus is trying to leverage his power as King, you’re allowed to call him out on his pettiness of power.

The direct children of Rhea can’t really do anything because that’s their half-sibling and Rhea would give them the ultimate “I’m not angry, I’m disappointed” which is far more effective than anything. It’s also a bonus they act very much like Rhea so it's really hard to justify doing anything to them; even by Demigod standards. And in turn the child of Rhea treats them like family, albeit with the whole being a demigod and whatnot.  Thus a revolving door of gods asking for them to join them and gaining little favours and payment. Hermes, Apollo, Athena, Ares, Hephaestus, etc. Heck even Zeus has asked politely to come to appeal Hera, and vise-versa.  

[yuseirra]

Hear me out guys, I'm totally serious about Ai being the reincarnation for the god of the arts(entertainment) Amenouzume and Hikaru being the same way for Sarutahiko, her husband if there aren't that many chapters left

There is NO way I see the writers making Ai fall for some insane maniac. And other than that.. This does explain the bizzare turn of events and misfortune that's been happening around Hikaru. That god guides people's futures. So if he's "understood his destiny" or "remembered who he is" as implied from the songs, he HAS the power to manipulate and shift people's futures. He's the "noble" god.

There's no way the weird things that happened regarding this guy over and over is a mere coincidence, I think his powers must have started leaking since he was young. He became unstable after having been "afflicted by the darkness of the industry" as Ai's been concerned about, and he totally lost it and went berserk after he lost his (former)wife. Seeing how unstable he'd been, Tsukuyomi must have given Aqua a mission to take him down because gods should take down other gods and Aqua stands for Susanoo.

Ai wanted to save him as his gf(and wife-really, you should look at Amenouzume'a characteristics, she's so so like Ai...if I were to be a god, she'd be just like her) but seeing just how many chapters are left, I guess she failed huh

The only way for this piece to have some meaningful message I feel;; is to not make Ai's legacy go in vain. You can't make her like her having chosen to love someone is wrong because not only would it ruin the work itself, what message would it give for the readers and how would it affect real life idols??

Hikaru has to be a fallen god, guys. The songs can't be like this unless he's "fallen", I don't think this guy originally had it in him to become a killer and if he's really a god in essence..it's horrible still but it does still leave some sort of message because HE'S the one who blessed people along with his wife.

People killed her and reaped her away from him, and that's how he became a walking curse, the originally benevolent and just god he was. He was supposed to save humans but he went doing the opposite and oh, it also explains how ppl kept dying in the mountains because Sarutahiko governs over the land as well(but god...........please don't make him the one that's contributed to having killed Gorou because that's seriously too messed up)

I'm just going to believe in this idea because honestly, I don't really see any other ways of making things have sense...I can't come up with anything else that could make this a neat story and with the gods involved etc, Ai and Hikaru have too many things that do match up with those gods. I was convinced I really may have got this when Tsukuyomi stated Hikaru was noble because why say that?? Also, normal people don't go around murdering ppl(did he REALLY GO THERE) to feel their dead lover again. That's some seriously messed up reasoning and it's NOT a natural reasoning to make. It will never achieve the desired results.

If he IS a god though, then it starts vaguely making sense...he could have been doing it as some sort of tribute you know...I just...it's terrible...but you can "get" how it may work. He blessed the industry and he started taking just as much away from it, that's what's been happening.

He's a god that guided paths, and he got "lost" after having bereaved of his love.

His wife got worried for his sake, they were very happily wed and are a very lovey-dovey god couple. That's how I see it. Hikaru doesn't seem like a normal person..; the things that happen around him are weird. And I don't see why they brought Amenouzume and Amaterasu up in the story earlier if they aren't going to use it, if they each stand for Ai and Ruby, Hikaru must be the Sarutahiko and Aqua Susannoo. So...I really do want to see it at least vaguely being referenced.

[tmarshconnors]

50 Irish Proverbs.

"A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything."

"May your troubles be less and your blessings be more, and nothing but happiness come through your door."

"A friend's eye is a good mirror."

"May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live."

"The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune."

"It's easy to halve the potato where there's love."

"A trout in the pot is better than a salmon in the sea."

"When the cat is away, the mice will play."

"God made time, but man made haste."

"A light heart lives long."

"A change of work is as good as a rest."

"Wisdom is the comb given to a man after he has lost his hair."

"A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest."

"You’ll never plough a field by turning it over in your mind."

"Continual cheerfulness is a sign of wisdom."

"Time is a great storyteller."

"It is better to be a coward for a minute than dead for the rest of your life."

"Put silk on a goat, and it’s still a goat."

"If you want an audience, start a fight."

"Experience is the comb that life gives a bald man."

"A little fire that warms is better than a big fire that burns."

"Beauty doesn’t boil the kettle."

"A man who holds good cards would never say if they were dealt wrong."

"It’s no use carrying an umbrella if your shoes are leaking."

"A silent mouth is sweet to hear."

"If you lie down with dogs, you’ll rise with fleas."

"Many a ship is lost within sight of the harbour."

"The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot."

"Two people shorten the road."

"The longest road out is the shortest road home."

"Don’t be breaking your shin on a stool that’s not in your way."

"It is often that a person’s mouth broke his nose."

"There is no luck except where there is discipline."

"Nature breaks through the eyes of the cat."

"The well-fed does not understand the lean."

"Better fifty enemies outside the house than one within."

"The mills of God grind slowly but they grind finely."

"If you do not sow in the spring, you will not reap in the autumn."

"Patience and perseverance overcome the greatest difficulties."

"Where the tongue slips, it speaks the truth."

"A little bit of bread with peace is better than a feast with strife."

"A lie has no legs."

"It is not a secret if it is known by three people."

"Beware of the anger of a patient man."

"Every man is sociable until a cow invades his garden."

"There’s no need to fear the wind if your haystacks are tied down."

"Bricks and mortar make a house, but the laughter of children makes a home."

"A wren in the hand is better than a crane to be caught."

"You must take the little potato with the big potato."

"The world would not make a racehorse of a donkey."

[notesfromthepalace]

I'm Not for Everyone

And that's okay.

As I have said before, my blog pieces are based on my real life as the Sarah Chanel.

Meaning, my story times about the jelly sisters, my career endeavors, me being a full time student, my weight loss and continuing healthy habits, and yes to the lurking desperadoes and pickmeishas, my relationship, are personal to me. So I write about them.

I know my personal content is not for everyone, so there is no mandate here for you to follow me or read my posts.

But it's just something about a desperate pickmeisha that I just have to address because they are the worst type of women.

I do not exclusively talk about my Man on here. He comes up when the story time involves him or pertains to him, i.e. the double date story, or when a man was trying to ask me on a date even after I told him I was in a committed relastionship, and I mentioned how I told my man because why not. There are a few other instances but when I talked about my weight - loss, he wasn't mentioned, when I talked about my career transition and talked about my conversations with women in that field, he wasn't mentioned, when I post my personal visuals, he's not in them.

But if the mention of MY MAN in MY LIFE makes you feel like I have made my whole identity about being in a relationship, your IQ is really low.

I will never understand why people choose to follow or look at pages they feel like don't speak to them or they simply don't identify with or like. Again, very low IQ.

I follow a lot of influencers who speak about religion (Christianity specifically), politics, home decor, fashion, marriage and motherhood (because that is what I find interesting and valuable), and finances. I don't follow ideas, opinions and narratives that I don't like.

I'm not sorry that I have an amazing life full of blessings given to me from the Almighty. I am back in school full time, I travel, I am with a beautiful Black providing, protecting, and professing Black man who are families are in agreement with our future union, and again, I am blessed and highly favored by God.

Please, if @notesfromthepalace isn't the place for you, I'm pretty sure pickmeisha world is taking applications for the spring.

With love,

Sarah Chanel

P.S.

Since my blog is called Notes From the Palace, this was a lesson on how to be, in the words of the Nene Leakes, nice nasty. Cheers

[earthstellar]

it is time to be old on the internet: TFP Ratchet's hatred of 2010 era human tech is hilarious

every time Ratchet complains about shitty human technology in TFP, it's so funny to me, that shit is so good

because, I mean, I grew up with the first computer in my house being a fucking Tandy 1000, which to be fair wasn't exactly the hottest model even then, but still LMAO

the first modem I ever messed with as a kid was the wood box phone receiver type, the acoustic coupler ones, which was my dad's, and he only had it because his job at a local university meant he could borrow one from their tech lab (so we didn't technically own it)

if I remember correctly, the one we had ran at 300 baud, which was fucking amazing for such a set up at the time. slightly later AOL dial up looked like lightning speed compared to that shit.

my first chat rooms were BBS/Usenet (whenever I could connect) and IRC chats. now everyone has Discord and I still don't understand how that shit works lmao but that's more of a me problem and less of an age problem, I think

we got dial up (in the "modern" sense of it being AOL dial up service with the infamous hell noises) in my household in 1994, back when it was pretty much a brand new thing (at least for AOL), and I remember the Eternal September Usenet rush, lmao

imagine if TFP took place in the 80s/90s, oh my god

(I'm assuming TFP takes place in roughly 2010 because that's when the show premiered, and Miko has some kind of Razr-inspired flip phone, so if we assume it's supposed to be based on the first model of Razr, then at the earliest that places the show in 2004)

Ratchet would have gone completely insane with old school internet capable consumer level human tech

Ratchet: "How do I look at photos on this monitor?"

80s Raf: "what"

Ratchet: "what"

oh god now I want an 80s/90s TFP AU so fucking bad. imagine 80s Raf. it's so good

oh god, IMAGINE 90s RAF. just getting traumatised by terrifying shitty mid-90s FMV horror games. this poor boy. but imagine his hype when the PS1 would come out in the USA in 1995. the hype would be so fucking real. lmao

also for those of you who are Younger and Blessed With Good Internet From An Early Age, if you want a good idea of old school internet shit, go ahead and watch WarGames (1983) and look up 2600 Magazine and Mondo 2000 if you don't already know about those.

(personally I consider WarGames and Hackers (1995) to be the two best simultaneously dumbest and best movie depictions of computer bullshit in their respective eras, although Hackers was more of a thing that informed cyber culture after it released rather than reflecting actual hacker culture as it was at that exact time but anyway, please watch them if you have not seen them already, you will love this shit lmao)

I assume almost all of you already know about this stuff, but just in case, I want to mention it. those two movies are really good. lol

anyway, Ratchet dealing with early internet. early shitty human tech. or at least the 90s shit. imagine Ratchet having to listen to the fucking dial up screeching. the kids having to look through geocities webrings to see if any images of the bots had been leaked on any conspiracy websites. just 10/10 lmaooo

"I hate talking to machines" Ratchet, buddy, you have NO IDEA how bad it could have been!!!

anyway I'm old, I guess that's the point of this post LOL