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Can you write Jasper Hale x Fem!Reader for overstimulation, like him using his powers to heighten her pleasure
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Smut, overstimulation, powers, brat
Jasper watched as y/n woke up next to him, her h/c hair tangled in her face.
“Good morning love” he senses her joy and carefully moves her hair out of her face.
She smiles, her big e/c eyes warming his frozen cold heart. “good morning jasper”
“how are you feeling my love?” That makes her giggle
“You already know how I feel silly”
“Yes, but I’d like to hear you say it.”
She smiles again love for him showing on her face
“I’m happy, and in love”
He feigns innocence
“Now who’s got you’re heart all in a knot?” He smiles
She hums
“Oh, he’s the most wonderful man, he is so sweet. And handsome, and I swear he can tell how I feel” she kisses his neck softly “And did I mention how hot he is?”
He gasps at her boldness
“Love, you’re emotions are so strong,”
She continues to kiss him only stopping to say “and? What am I feeling?”
“Pleasure, and love” He grabs her hands before she realizes “I don’t think you understand what you’re starting y/n” he says sternly
“Please do tell,” she says sarcastically.
“Don’t be a bad girl, or I’ll have to punish you. You know how I do hate punishing you,”
she doesn’t stop
“And what will you do to punish me? Spanking is getting quite tiring.” She smirks
“You’ll see,” Jasper pulls off her underwear with his teeth. She gasps feeling his cold tongue go inside her. He uses his teeth to lightly pull on her clit.
“Fuck jasper,” she moans knowing he’s heightening her feelings with his power
“You like this my dear?”
“You’re gonna make me cum,” the pleasure takes her body over and she grabs his head pushing it deeper into her.
He moves his tongue faster inside of her till she cums on him. He slowly gets up reaching for a vibrator on the nightstand.
“Oh no,” she gasps, she had always heard of people being overstimulated by there partners, but she never thought she’d see the day when jasper was gonna do it
“Are pigs flying?” She laughs nervously.
“Hm?” He asks
“Never mind”
“Alright”
she hears the vibrator be turned on, she watches as jasper licks it to make it wet.
“You sure I can’t just pleasure you jasper?”
“You were a bad girl, this is you’re punishment, my love”
“Oh fuck me,” she moans out as she feels the vibrator enter her.
“In due time, y/n.”
Y/ns moans echo throughout the room, sounding like a sweet melody in jaspers ears.
After 20 minutes jasper had made her cum 5 times
“Jasper please no more,” she gasps for breath “or at least stop heightening my fe-“ she moans loudly coming a sixth time
“Cum for me one more time, my love”
the vibrations go up and y/n opens her legs farther. She moves jasper’s fingers to her clit. A couple seconds later she cums again. The vibrations stop finally letting her breathe.
“Omg Jasper, that felt so good,”
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melon-lord-1 · 4 months ago
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tevos · 11 days ago
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buckysdoll1520 · 1 year ago
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https://www.tumblr.com/buckysdoll1520/734203514245529600/i-want-to-start-a-jasper-hale-series-but-idk-if Ok so I haven’t worked all the details out yet but the gist of the story is the characters (I haven’t decided if it should be an OC or Y/n-reader yet but lmk, I’m leaning towards reader) parents have gotten divorced and she has to pick the lesser of two evils and chooses her dad. So her dad, her baby Leo, and her pack up and move to forks, (her dad is a drunk but holds down a job in Seattle as an accountant, reader/oc is a teen mom. She’ll be neighbors with Bella, I will also be including some mental health issues such as BPD (borderline personality disorder),SH, body image issues/ED symptoms,and other things. She will attend forks high school and that’s roughly where she’ll meet Jasper and the rest of the Cullens. It will as probably be slow burn a have smut.
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thebullensshitposting · 1 year ago
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Vampire MRI
So, I (the older of the two idiots running this blog) have been having some health issues and had to have several MRIs done for them. Now, obviously laying in a big magnetic tube for 3 hours in total isn't exactly exciting. So what do you do? You let your mind wander.
Anyway, to the point:
If a vampire was to get an MRI done, what would we see, or what wouldn't we see? Like imagine dear Edward going into that tube, would he just look solid on the images? Would he maybe not be visible at all? Maybe he's magnetic and stuck until Carlisle has to explain in some mind boggling way why the machine has to be turned off, even though they never do that.
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pastelpaperplanes · 2 years ago
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Hi! I just wanted to ask if you're planning to make some more voice headcanons? (Also if you are taking suggestions)
Yes I’ve got more lined up!! I just need to draw for them and edit the voice clips😅😅
Next trio will probably be Chromedome, Rewind, and Tailgate ✨
Yes PLEASE I’d love to hear other what voice claims people assign to bots yes I wanna see!!
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idkthough1 · 10 months ago
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God sometimes I just really feel for the twilight franchise. Like, the way the characters act (at least, human characters) act the way dumb teenagers act. Y’all ever hear 15 year olds talk to each other? Dumbest shit. Because everyone’s a dumb shit when you’re 15, I don’t care who you are.
But also it’s just so clear why Bella and Edward got attached to each other so quickly. Based on everything in the books, it almost seemed that Bella’s mom might have used living in Forks as a punishment, not like “do everything I say or else” but in a “well, if this new hobby of mine is an issue maybe you could take a break at Forks” or “I’m sorry I’m such a bad mom for doing all of this, if you really want to you can go live with your dad” while telling Bella everything she hated about Forks. But of course they talk about it and Renee goes “oh but I love you so much and nothing will ever come before my daughter”
Until she falls in love with Phil, and Bella has gotten so used to her mother “giving things up for her” that she learns to be okay with it, and wants to her make sure her single mother doesn’t have it even harder. So she moves to Forks, resigned to have a boring time until she…well, she doesn’t know. College of course but like, for what? The only thing Bella ever seemed to like was reading, cuz it was something that Renee never got too obsessed with.
So of course she ends up falling hard for someone who starts giving her all of this attention and wants to out her before anything, the girl is anxious as fuck, a people pleaser to a T, and doesn’t want to be left behind, like Charlie was.
This is a lot of introspection and a few bowls deep. I am not an expert on shit and I do not claim to be. Bitches just be yapping and I am definitely bitches
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harley-quinns-girlfriend · 2 years ago
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bulllinachinashop · 4 months ago
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the more i try to be the less i am
the louder i get the more im silenced
the bird raises its throat to sing but the owner beats on dirty bars, saying enough of that now, who do you think you are?
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imageingrunge · 7 months ago
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i desperately want my inky to be happy after dav cuz all my dragon age romances have ended terribly so far Alister and amell yeah suicide pact in the deep roads…Hawke n that weird throuple he has going on w Fenris Anders and Isabella atm?? Yeah well I left him in the fade to fight that giant demon spider 🫠
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sacredsymbol821 · 10 months ago
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I dont care about your personal feelings toward Cullen Stanton Rutherford. I do care that alot of rhetoric used toward him is thinnly veiled ableism in regards to his addiction.
You dont like Cullen for whatever reason, thats fine, but I am seriously sick of the ableism I see in regards to him.
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solariieus · 2 years ago
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★﹒spotify playlists i made inspired by twilight movies: °.•☆彡
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team edward
you're dating alice cullen
my twilight concept
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moviehealthcommunity · 2 years ago
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Transformers: Rise of the Beasts (2023)
This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.
Transformers: Rise of the Beasts has several uses of rapid-fire laser guns. One glowing sci-fi object spins extremely fast a few times, creating a strobe effect when it does. There is a brief shot looking through spinning propellers. There are bright flashes of static on screen through the stylized part of the credits, which happen both before and after the safe mid-credit scene.
There is a lot of action at high speeds. Several character establishing shots have a high-speed orbiting shot that is likely to be disorienting.
Flashing Lights: 8/10. Motion Sickness: 6/10.
TRIGGER WARNING: A character volunteers for a noble-sacrifice suicide.
Image ID: A promotional poster for Transformers: Rise of the Beasts
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shivunin · 2 years ago
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Yay, prompts! 💜 Number 21, for your worst liar OC and their LI? :3
21. "You're a terrible liar" for Cullen and Elowen (who is by far the worst liar of all my OCs). Thank you for the prompt!!!
Falsehoods
“I told you I’m fine,” the Inquisitor said from the other side of the door. 
Cullen narrowed his eyes at it, his arms crossed. 
“You did.”
“And it wasn’t even that bad. It just sounded bad because I’m…tired. That’s all.”
“Of course.”
A long, long pause. Cullen waited, peering at the door jamb and the smear of blood across the handle. 
“I do…I do need…maybe just a little help.” 
Her voice was defeated, but Cullen’s shoulders loosened in relief. They’d been on the road for a full hour after the skirmish. In that time, she’d said nothing about the wound taken across her back. They only knew anything had happened at all because she’d nearly fainted off her horse as they’d neared this town. Elowen had taken the proffered potion, had consented to share a saddle with Cullen so he could keep her upright, but when they’d actually reached the inn she’d turned stubborn. 
He supposed that his own stubbornness had, at last, paid off. 
“I’m coming in,” he told her, further smearing the blood on the handle when he pushed the door open. 
“It’s really not that bad,” she went on from behind the dressing screen, the words belied by the hiss she made a moment later, “It—it looks worse than it is, really.”
“You are a terrible liar,” he began, and stepped round the screen. 
The red templar she’d faced had wielded long, bladelike protrusions of red lyrium from its wrists. Cullen had seen it from a distance, too busy hacking at a behemoth on the other side of the clearing to offer her any aid. It had disappeared and reappeared over and over, and only the barrier she’d called up over her skin had prevented it from skewering her. At last, she’d called her spirit blade into existence and cleaved it in two, her form near-perfect, the move she’d used one that Cullen had taught her himself. He’d resolved to show his appreciation later, but he hadn’t realized—
Of course her opponent had scored its blows, and its blades had cut deep. Her back was in ribbons, despite the freshly-healed state of some of the wounds—owing, he was sure, to the healing potion Dorian had badgered her into drinking. 
“It’s worse than it looks,” she said again, but when she tried to turn and look at him she winced and faced the dressing table instead, “When I pulled off the tunic, it opened the wounds up again. That’s all. It’s—”
“Stop,” Cullen said quietly, and shed his gloves, “You don’t need to persuade me that you’re alright. I can see that you aren’t. Just—please. Let me help.” 
Elowen pressed a hand to her face and nodded silently. 
Cullen shed the rest of his armor onto a settee near the door, then returned to the supplies on the dressing table. There would be no getting around hurting her more in this; the goal was to minimize pain, not avoid it entirely. 
“This will sting,” he murmured. 
“I know,” she said, and her hands curled tightly around each other when he began to dab at the drying blood on her back. 
In a sense, she was right—it did look worse initially than it did after he cleaned it up. That it still looked awful afterward was…well. That was for both of them to bear in silence.
“How are you doing?” he asked after wringing the cloth out in the basin for the last time. She just shook her head, looking away from him. 
Maker, he hated this; he understood now why she’d been so upset at the Temple of Dumat. It was harder to see her hurt than it was to bear it himself. 
“Look at me,” he said, crouching beside her and setting one hand over hers, joined into one fist. She did at last, sniffing slightly, and he saw that her eyes were red-rimmed. 
“We’re almost done,” he said, “I am sorry.”
“Don’t,” she sucked in a breath, “Don’t apologize. You’re helping me even though it’s—I’m a fool. I should’ve told someone, done more than take the edge off. I should’ve—”
“Shh,” he said, and rose slightly to kiss her damp cheek, “I think you must be in enough pain already. You don’t need to add more.” 
Elowen nodded once, jerkily, and leaned forward to press her forehead to his. 
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me.”
“I’m sorry I lied.”
“Well,” Cullen said, “Fortunately for both of us, lying is one skill you have not yet mastered.”
Lavellan laughed, an uneven laugh, but lifted her head and pressed her lips to his forehead. 
“You should finish with the bandages,” she told him, uncurling her hands to take his in between them, “I can take it.”
“I know,” he said, and bent to press his lips to the knuckles of her hand, each kiss as full of the gentleness he wished he could offer her wounds, “Tell me if it hurts too much. Alright?”
“Yes,” Elowen said, and let go of his hands, “I will.”
“You promise?” he asked.
“I promise.”
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fashionteahouse · 21 days ago
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Ahem.. I'm not gonna say anything important (tbh) but.. I've been looking for a vampire reader (like a Cullen) x Paul or Embry and I can't find anything. I'm dying. Like.. WHYYY?? WHY ALWAYS HUMAN READER😭��
i like this idea ! hope you enjoy :)
secret - paul x reader
Eyes rolled hard.
You were tired of the same routine.
How foolish was it to continue to have to move. You actually liked Washington.
“It’s unsafe for me to stay.” Edward says in deep sorrow.
The family were actually considering.
“We just got here three years ago. One human and you’re ready to crumble.” you mutter. Rosalie snickered at this.
“Don’t be so hard on him.” Carlisle says with great reasoning.
“While you all figure out the next location again, I’m going for a run.” you say.
You out in a flash.
You sulked high in the trees with a crouch. It was completely unfair how when Edward said jump, the rest of the Cullens had no problem asking how high.
It was clear favoritism.
You understood that he was the first adoptive child, but it was as if no one else’s opinion mattered. Your mind thought about just leaving, but Carlisle taught you everything you knew about the life of a vampire.
You were grateful, you were on the brink of death with all hope loss. It wasn’t until he was your doctor, nursing you back to health. You weren’t getting any better and he had taken a liken to you. He saved you. You will always be thankful to him for that.
A sound of a set of paws made you snap out of your head. You peered down and it was one of the biggest animals that you have seen.
You had already fed so you weren’t in the mood to hunt for it. But, you didn’t feel the need to even if you wanted to.
Its large head seemed to know right where you were. It didn’t run or scurry away like other animals did.
You got to see the color of their large eyes. It was as if everything was in slow motion. It was a sensation that vibrated throughout your frozen body.
It ran away before you could question any further.
Your mind was preoccupied as you went back home.
Paul was pissed.
He shook and trembled as he cursed.
“A fucking cold one.”
He felt that the spirits above were messing with him. Punishing him even
“No fucking way.”
He kept it a secret from that day forward.
You didn’t tell the Cullens about the animal you had seen. You instead thought of each animal in alphabetical order.
“I’m so glad you’re back. Your vision went to black.” Alice says with worry as you went to your room.
“I’m fine.” you say.
“Just be careful.” she warns gently. You wave her off.
As the rest of the Cullens went to hunt, you stayed back. Your mind thought back to the wolf.
You tried to read a book but your mind kept thinking about its gorgeous fur. It looked soft to the touch. It was an animal. Why you were so fixated on an animal, you just didn’t know.
You kept it a secret from that day forward.
The Cullens were packing up the home. You didn’t start packing your room. You stood stubbornly as Esme tried to convince you.
“I want to stay here. I don’t want to leave.” you say. You felt the need to stay.
“Y/N, we’re a family. We can’t just leave you behind”.
“It’s unfair Esme. Had Edward not been so blinded, we would still be able to stay.” you say with frustration.
“You can’t help who you love, Y/N. Had this been you, we would support you 100%.”
“But, I wouldn’t fall in love with food. A human.” you say bitterly.
“You don’t know that for sure. We all don’t know who we end up falling in love with. Alice is worried that if you stay, you will be in great danger. Your future isn’t clear.”
“I think we rely on Alice’s visions way too much, don’t you think?”
“Please, Y/N.” Esme begs softly.
You watch as she retreats.
You leave out as the rest of the family is preoccupied.
Ithaca.
You rolled your eyes even harder. All for Edward. The golden child. Letting him pick the location and all.
You crouched high on the tree again. A small part of you hoped that the animal stumbled upon you. But, you figured that chance was slim to none.
That’s when you heard the crunches of leaves and branches. The large animal froze. It was same one. You felt yourself get excited.
“Beautiful.” you whisper to it. The fur was silver and the body was majestic.
You watched as the animal cocked its head to the side.
Before you knew it, you watched in shock as the shimmer of the animal became a human. A muscular human. A naked human.
He covered his center with a large hand. He looked up at you with hard eyes. It was as if he tried to glare at you but he couldn’t bring it to his face.
“Are you stalking me or something?” he asked.
“No.” you say in a small voice.
“This is my second time seeing you.”
“This is my second time seeing you as well.” you say to him.
You jump down to get a closer look. He still kept his distance but he was even more beautiful up close.
Paul felt ashamed. He felt ashamed for feeling himself grow, he felt that his ancestors was looking down at him, shaking their heads.
For a bloodsucker, he genuinely felt you were beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous. He felt his curious mind get the best of him on how it could work. He shook his head.
“You turn into…?”
“A wolf.” he answered.
“A beautiful wolf.” you say as you look at him and his chiseled chest.
“You checking me out, too?” he asks.
You look up and you see a faint smirk.
“Maybe.” you say with your own smirk.
“Heard your family is leaving. Too bad the fun can’t begin.”
Your eyes grow wide a bit as you roll them, “Yeah..I don’t want to leave…It’s all because of..” you grumble.
He chuckled at your attitude. He was amused.
“If you don’t want to leave, why are you leaving?” he found himself asking. “Can’t even keep my fucking mouth shut.” he scolded in his brain.
“Because apparently Edward runs the household. It’s totally unfair…We warned him to stay away from….Bella Swan…But he was oh so curious of why he couldn’t read her mind.” you say.
“Read her mind?” he asks as you both walk.
“Yeah. That’s what he can do. Everyone except hers.”
“Vampire have superpowers and shit now?”
“You know..?” you ask in surprise.
“That’s why I transform into a wolf. To kill your kind off.”
You halt your steps as he takes a predatory step towards you. It wasn’t fear that you felt, it was rather excitement.
“Can you spare me? At least?”
“I’ll think about it.” he says in a seductive tone.
“A flirt, I see.” you whisper. His slow smirk was handsome on his face.
You hear your name ring out. The man turns away and you watch as he’s off on his own. You find out that he’s fast.
Alice rushes towards you and gasps, “You smell like..A shapeshifter. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“That’s probably why I can’t see you. Come on, we have to get back.” she says.
You look in the direction he left. You felt yourself get sad that you never caught his name.
It was like his own dirty little secret. Paul soon found out he liked secrets.
He liked whatever game it was, he didn’t want it to end.
“We leave in the morning.” Carlisle announced to everyone. Edward seemed pleased.
“I’m staying.” you announce.
Shock surrounds the room. Rosalie stands next to Emmett with her arms crossed as he has an arm around her shoulders.
“Me and Emmett aren’t coming to Ithaca.” Rosalie announced.
“We can’t separate! We’re a family.” Alice says.
“Well, I don’t want to go to Ithaca.” Rosalie says.
“Yeah, me neither.” you say.
“And I’m going wherever Rose goes…We’ll see each other again. It’s happened before. We always reunite.” Emmett says.
“But..But..But it could be years before that happens.” Esme says sadly.
“I will stay and keep the house in order.” you offer with a small smile.
“Are you sure, Y/N…?” Carlisle asks.
You nod.
“I’m worried Y/N. That’s why you need to come with us. A shapeshifter was close to you and anything could happen while we’re away. I can’t even see your future anymore. Just please, come with us.” Alice begs you.
“Y/N, is that true?” Carlisle asks you.
“Maybe? That’s what Alice says. I was only lounging in a tree.” you say and you kept picturing deers because you could tell Edward was searching through your mind.
“Please don’t leave Forks. Got it? I personally will come to check in on you from time to time.” Carlisle says.
You nod with an, “Okay.”
You say goodbye to them all before the sunrise.
Edward watched you closely.
“What?” you ask annoyed.
“I know you’re up to something.”
“You always think I’m up to something.” you say as you remember the times he tattled on you time and time again.
“I always catch you…..I will miss you, Y/N.” he says.
You’re shocked.
“You will?”
He nods once. He even gives you a quick but sincere hug.
“Like Emmett said..We will reunite.” you say softly.
Edward grinned only slightly before he’s off right with the other Cullens.
The home was empty. You looked around. The patter of rain started to pour down.
You go out since you liked the feeling of rain on your skin.
You choose another spot, you were surprised that you felt the presence of the wolf.
You turn around and give it a brilliant smile. You watch as they slowly trot to where you were. It was much bigger up close.
Your hand reach out and the feeling of the fur almost made your golden eyes roll to the back of your head.
“They all left. It’s just me.” you say.
The wolf doesn’t say anything and you noticed something tied around their ankle.
They shimmer back to a human and the handsome man is back in your view. You saw a quick peak at his center before you turn your head. A deep chuckle hits your sensitive ears and you look again and this time shorts is on his body.
You stand up from where you were sitting and he raked his dark eyes up and down at you. You shift on your feet.
“A leech that’s nervous?”
“Is that what you call us?” you ask.
He nods.
“What do you call us? Giant dogs?”
You snort, “No….Alice said a shapeshifter so…?”
“That’s what I am.”
“Huh.” you say in thought.
“It’s just you at the house?”
“Yeah…Do..You…Want..To come over?” you ask shyly.
“Yeah.” he says.
You both walked back to the Cullen household. His eyes take in the home.
You watch in amazement as he was already dry. No towel needed.
“Like what you see?” his deep voice echoed in the home.
Your breath hitched, “You dried off so fast.” you say.
He takes your wrist, pulling you close and you felt a tad bit nervous. He pressed your cool hand to his chest. You both groan a bit at the difference in body temperature. You cooled him down and he warmed you up.
“You’re…Hot.” you say.
His smile made you feel excited and you playfully roll your eyes as he took the double meaning and rolled with it.
“They really left.” he says as he still had a hot hand on your wrist.
“Yeah.” you say quietly.
“So…Do you have a room?”
You nod with a slight smile.
He walked close behind you up the stairs, his hand grabbing onto the railing, very close to yours.
“This is my domain.” you say with a humorous tone.
He walked in and he looked around. Picking up things and observing them.
“You’ve been to…A lot of places.”
“Yeah.” you say.
“What’s your favorite place?” he asks as he looks back to you. He’s close to you again and your eyes settled to his chest.
“Here.”
You felt his warm fingers lift your chin up, “My eyes are up here.”
You breathe out a small chuckle as his dominant eyes search for yours.
“No bed..” he says as he walked around you.
“Yeah…I don’t sleep.” you say with a slight laugh. He flops down on the couch you had in your room. He was comfortable. Too comfortable. You enjoyed the sight as he had his hands behind his head.
“Where am I gonna sleep, then?”
You froze. You watch as his smirk grew.
“I can…I can buy you a bed.” you offer. He gets up and walks close up to you and you felt the heat come off of his body. His eyes were fierce with dominance.
“Alright I’m off.” he says. You rush as he was already outside.
“Wait!” you say. He stops and turns around.
“What’s your name? I’m Y/N.”
He gives you a look that made your legs wobbly, you hold onto the outside stairs railing.
“Paul.”
With a blink, he’s gone. He stayed in your brain as you slowly close the front door, as you whisper his name. You lean your back to the door as you felt a smile crept in your lips as you whispered his name again. It felt great coming out of your mouth.
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krems-chair · 3 months ago
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I've been thinking a lot today about how easily people condemn Solas for making the choices he did or for so regularly refusing the help and love his friends or a romanced Lavellan extended to him and how that's a very easy thing to do from behind a screen in a fictional game where you are able to (with very few exceptions) curate a world in which your allies are loyal and your decisions will go the way you'd like them to.
And yeah, it's a game and that's kind of the point, but if I were to look at it a little more deeply (and who am I kidding, I got back on this website exclusively to process the aftermath of Veilguard) I'd say that there's so much to be found in wondering if the protagonists in any of the other games would have fared better in similar conditions.
Apparently I can't stop making long posts, so buckle in.
What would Morrigan have become in a world where the Warden never stumbled upon her cottage with Flemeth, if she never got the chance to see more of the world and decide what she wanted out of it? With just her mother (who, coincidentally in this Solas-y discussion is also kind of Mythal) and no support, who is to say what she would have unleashed upon the Korcari Wilds one day when the confines of her cage became too much?
What about Leliana? She, too, suffered at the hands of a very controlling abuser who tried to convince her that one lifestyle was all that her future held. What do we think she would have become if not for a chance meeting in Lothering with someone who could help her face down the woman that molded her?
Fenris, a character MANY people are just fine with was incredibly ready to kill a mage on sight if need be, no questions asked. Where do we think his story goes if he doesn't have someone in his corner early on enough in the game? If he doesn't get caught by Danarius, he's almost certainly going to end up on a murder spree, and he doesn't even have Justice whispering in his head to do it.
Cullen. Just all of him. It's an absolute miracle he hasn't snapped by the time you encounter him in Inquistion, and even then you get the benefit of intervening at a critical point in his story several times over.
Almost every other character could face this analysis and I think we'd reach a result that suggests perhaps the only thing keeping them lovable is your playable character's investment in their well-being.
Enter Solas. We don't meet him when he's twenty to thirty something and on the precipice of falling down a dark path. He's been there for literal millennia already, and with the exception of one close friend he's been alone. And not even Felassan is enough because of the years Mythal had prior to that friendship to make Solas exactly who she needed him to be.
I've had shit friends before that aren't just good at isolating people, they're naturals. I barely made it through high school with my mental health in place (in fact, looking back, it almost certainly wasn't). When you think you've got a true friend and they need something of you, it's so easy to blindly follow them because you think your love is enough to mark someone's soul as trustworthy. Solas doesn't learn that lesson until it's too late, and even when he does he can't turn back: the spirit that was once Wisdom has been exposed to several of the worst ancient elves to ever exist and now he has to stand his ground rather than let it all fall, because that is what Pride would dictate. Admitting that the person you gave your love and labor and time to is a monster is hard. And he was alone.
Give me Morrigan after centuries with her mother. Show me Leliana after the years have become a blur and the only voice whispering in her ear is Marjolaine's. Show me the innocent mages that don't make it through if all Fenris has for years and years and years are the scars Danaris left him and the means to make more. Show me Cullen if he stays in a chain of command under a Knight Commander who knows exactly what he fears and holds it over his head for so long he forgets what it was like to be an excited kid begging the templars for training because he just wants to keep people safe.
We get companions in these games who are broken by the time they're twenty. Solas has spent thousands of years in servitude to a cause of a woman he believed to be his only friend. He doesn't know who he is without her influence, anymore, only exists physically in the first place because she asked it of him and then asked again and again and again. He doesn't have a witty band of merry fools to pull him out of that cycle. He has Felassan, but he has him during war after war after war in the hopes of freeing others from the very situation that torments him.
Trauma from war affects everyone touched by it, nevermind the fact that Solas is actively responsible for saving the lives of thousands and feels each life like a weight around his neck because maybe he can save them like he cannot save himself. We should always be worried about the people trying to do the most good. Who is looking out for them? Why are they so determined to help others? Could it be that it's something they wish others had done for them?
Solas certainly feels comradery with Felassan from working together to free slaves from the very people he helped put in power because Mythal told him it would be okay only to leave him with the pieces, but even the Solas that Felassan knows has been turned into an attack dog shying away from the touch of the very person it desires to be near above all others by the time their relationship forms.
The fact that Solas is able to try and show the Inquisitor who he is at all is a miracle as far as I'm concerned, a sign of a peaceful spirit of Wisdom who loves knowledge for the sake of it finally sensing that there might be a chance to embrace its nature again.
Yeah, if you give him what he has come to expect from people with power, if you let near-absolute power over the masses corrupt you, he's going to bristle and try to shut your inquisitor down.
But if you show him even the smallest bit of kindness? If you treat him like the starving wolf he talks about and feed him instead of fighting him? God, it shatters his entire existence.
It's called a cycle of abuse for a reason. Finding friendship, finding the love of your long-ass life can be the first step in realizing there's better out there. But the time it takes to learn that? When you're too weary to even reach out for help in the first place and afraid of every kind word or gesture because you've never known such tenderness (on a platonic OR romantic level, both matter so so much) before?
Part of the compelling tragedy of Solas is that it's almost Orpheus-like how he knows what he has been made into and still cannot stop himself from yearning for more, from turning around to see if just this once something has changed. You can't convince me that he hasn't spent years hoping that someone will hear the legend of the Dread Wolf and see it for what it is, a leash the Evanuris created for Mythal's whipping boy to ensure that even if he ever escapes them, the people he fought to save will hate him. And I cannot blame him for the shock and terror that consumes him when he realizes someone finally has.
You give me any of dragon age companions after the amount of time Solas spent under Mythal's thumb without your character's intervention and you tell me how that looks.
You tell me if they're able to change at the first sign of something that feels too good to be true.
And then, I want you to tell me they're any less worthy of trying to save, especially when you know how good their best can be.
Solas might be hard for some fans to love, but it's only because he serves as the perfect representation of the beast we are all capable of becoming when the love that sustains us, assuming we receive any at all, is laced with poison.
The journey out of that place, out of a literal prison of regret, is brutal, and I'm thrilled that even with the many things about Veilguard I'm still struggling with, we have the chance to let Solas try again with the help of those who love him not because he never fell down, but because they believe in the beauty of a future where he gets back up again.
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