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I Saw Solas's Origin in an Achievement Icon and It Opened My Eyes on 15 Years of Lore

— PART SEVEN: if you haven't read previous parts, do it now! —

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Welcome, friends and travellers! I wanted to get some thoughts recorded before Veilguard's release so I could see if I am right about an absolute BOATLOAD of theories I have.

In short: I saw the achievement list when it was released. I have seen the backstory hints for Solas included in said list. AND MY MIND WAS BLOWN.

You have been warned: THIS COLLECTION OF THEORIES INCLUDES SPOILERS FOR EVERY DRAGON AGE GAME AND ALL PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL UP TO AND INCLUDING OCTOBER 18, 2024.

Come sit down with me. Make a nice cup of tea (and hide it from Solas). We've got a lot of unpacking to do.

(Image from Brianne Battye's Won't Know When. it's a great read! not the spoiler, though.)

Today's Discussion: The Tragedy of the Evanuris (3/3)

— Pestilent Doom Upon All the World —

Welcome back! If you're new here, go read all the other parts. Yes, I know there are six of them. There's a reason there are six of them! The context is building as we go, I promise.

If you made it this far, you're a hero. Thanks for bearing with me through the muddled chronology of the earlier Evanuris. I promise: it matters, for when we get to Solas in future (soon!!) instalments.

Now, the most immediate threat to Thedas: the blight. We know the story of Ancient Elvhenan ends (in one sense) with Solas creating the Veil, sealing the Evanuris in their prisons, keeping the blight from consuming all Thedas. We know that the blight involves red lyrium, but not how it involves red lyrium. We know that Ghilan'nain and Andruil have had contact with it, but not how.

The truth is: all the Evanuris are guilty, in their own way. Ghilan'nain's and Andruil's story is only part of the blight's story—and figuring out the rest of it will piece together some of the final gaps in the puzzle that is Solas Dragonage.

Let's begin.

"Blackened Hearts" and Portents of Doom

Pestilent Hate

"Banal Malas Elgara" — What WAS the Blight's Beginning?

Andruil: Huntress of the Void

Mythal: Intervention, Too Late

Ghilan'nain: Mother of Monsters, Who Once Was Most Sensitive

One Mistake Becomes Everyone's Weapon

"Blackened Hearts" and Portents of Doom

There is a reason I went over all the Evanuris, even the ones not most immediately related to Veilguard. It was to establish a pattern: the Evanuris all harvested from the Titans to do horrible experiments on both spirits and corporeal people.

The Titans are living organisms. We see Shaper Valta describe their song as "breathing." Red lyrium contains the Blight, and the Blight only affects living things. We even see red lyrium growing in the Fade.

There is not an Evanuris among the bunch who is not guilty of taking from the Forgotten Ones. Mythal mined their bodies for lyrium, which she made into people. Sylaise and June did the same, each with their own horrible experiments. Elgar'nan took it one step further, sundering spirits under his domain. Dirthamen shoved additional spirits/demons into the bodies of his worshippers—and animals, trees, etc. Falon'Din may have made it his mission to kill all Titans entirely, but blackened their hearts instead (we'll get into the meaning of that very shortly).

Not only do these actions solidify Solas's motivations for imprisoning all of the Evanuris, regardless of the blight that would threaten everything—it also sets the stage for that blight to emerge.

Every Evanuris did something that could have prompted the blight's beginning. Their wretched crimes doomed all of Thedas. It's just a matter of figuring out the exact moment that doom took shape.

Long has it been debated in the DA fandom about whether red lyrium began the blights, or whether the blights caused red lyrium to start growing within the Titans. I could not decide which argument I believed more...

Until I saw Solas's Manifestation memory icon, and then read World of Thedas.

Pestilent Hate

Remember how I said a couple of times before that the Titans are named similarly to spirits/demons in World of Thedas?

Long have many of us in the fandom wailed over the fact that Spite is on this list. But I think that, collectively, most of us overlooked Pestilence.

Let us go over what we know. According to both the Chant of Light and the Dwarven faith and ancient elvhen texts, Titans shaped the world. They are living beings, whose blood is everywhere. They are named in the same fashion as spirits, and can evidently be "turned" in the same ways as spirits, likely because all spirits are formed from Titans' thoughts.

All four of these Forgotten Ones have been "turned." We also know that what "turns" a spirit in Thedas is trauma: usually the trauma of passing through the Veil.

Seeing the name Pestilence, I checked my theory against all other sources available to me, starting with what we know of the blight thus far.

Ancient elven sources refer to the blight as a plague that spread through Andruil's lands (more on that later). Again, it is mentioned as a plague in a blood-memory on a Tevinter statue. The Chant of Light also makes mention of the word "plague:"

There in the depths of the earth they dwelled, Spreading their taint as a plague, growing in number Until they were a multitude.

But I wanted to go one step further. I wanted to see if pestilence would be mentioned explicitly, in any way that might point it back to the Forgotten Ones.

(17) The Seven struck against the Archon With all their twisted magic, But no pestilent hate could turn aside Tevinter's Ferryman. (18) Across the plain, the Archon saw, Where the defilers stood, corruption, Blackness all consuming, Threatened to engulf his land and all his people. With fire and lightning he strove To cleanse the spreading poison from the earth, To no avail. Magic could not undo What evil had done.

There: the Seven (the Magisters Sidereal, the ones who went to the Blackened City) turned pestilent hate against the Archon when he tried to stop them. That magic is then described as defiled, corrupted, a blackness all consuming, threatening to engulf his land and all his people. It is likened to poison spreading through the earth—which we now know can be interpreted as the Titans' domain.

But magic could not undo what evil had done, in much the same way that flinging fire and lightning at a demon will not persuade it to revert back to its former, friendly nature.

I do not believe the Magisters were the first ones to bring the blight to what would become the Silent Plains. In fact, I do not believe that to necessarily be Andruil, either, who famously stalked the Void to hunt the Forgotten Ones.

I think the real culprit comes sooner: the foundation of every Evanuris atrocity.

The mining of Titans for people.

"Banal Malas Elgara" — What WAS the Blight's Beginning?

One of the first songs I posted about, way back in part 2 of this series, may hold the key to our entire understanding of the Blight.

Ir sa tel'nal Mythal las ma theneras Ir san'a emma Him solas evanuris Da'durgen'lin Banal malas elgara Bellanaris, bellanaris.

Isatunoll Mythal gives you dreams Lyrium within Becomes Solas Evanuris Little stone boy...

Here is where I paused, because I remembered something about the elven language: a word that does not appear in this song, but is cited in World of Thedas vol 1. Something I had not considered, even when I wrote part 2 of this theory, because the realizations are happening that fast.

Banalhan: "This place of nothing," the Elven name for the Blight, or, rather, where the Blight comes from.

If "Banalhan" is where the Blight comes from, and "-an" is the suffix that denotes a place name, then what is the root word for Blight?

Banal.

The rest of the song would then become:

Blight you give to the Many-Spirit (Titan) Forever, forever.

Oh.

But hang on a moment: we don't see Mythal wielding the Blight like Ghilan'nain is in Veilguard. We haven't seen her do it even once! In fact, Solas describes Mythal as the lone voice of reason among the Evanuris, and laments the fact that the others killed her.

Mythal is known not for her greed, nor her impulsivity, but her wisdom and restraint. It makes me think that this codex about the ancient elves sealing the Deep Roads belongs in this portion of the Evanuris's history: before the rise of Ghilan'nain, and before the end was near.

In the light of the veilfire, the runes seem to shift, coiling and uncoiling like snakes. A thunderous voice shatters the stillness, shouting: "Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!" For a moment, the scent of blood fills the air, and there is a vivid image of green vines growing and enveloping a sphere of fire.

Part one seems to be what we know: Mythal struck down the Titans and farmed people. But then?

The vision grows dark. An aeon seems to pass. Then the runes crackle, as if filled with an angry energy. A new vision appears: elves collapsing caverns, sealing the Deep Roads with stone and magic. Terror, heart-pounding, ice-cold, as the last of the spells is cast.

Elves hurriedly sealing the Deep Roads. Terror, as the last of the spells is cast. We know that Terror is the name of one of the Forgotten Ones, and I would imagine that this codex describes that Titan turning.

But if this Forgotten One is Terror? What came next confused me, for a time.

A voice whispers: "What the Evanuris in their greed could unleash would end us all. Let this place be forgotten. Let no one wake its anger. The People must rise before their false gods destroy them all."

This is the exact same language that's getting used about the blight in Veilguard—namely, by Solas, who hinted at this concept in Inquisition as well. The blight threatens to end all creation, so what is it doing associated with Terror, not Pestilence?

"Pestilent hate" does not refer only to Pestilence's hatred. It refers to hatred that spreads like pestilence, from those "blackened hearts" of the Titans.

Many have thought of it before I: the blight is the Titans' defence mechanism against the Evanuris's war effort and subsequent crimes.

Mythal was wise enough to seal it all away. But the others?

Andruil: Huntress of the Void

Many of you are already familiar with Andruil, and so I will be brief.

Before I dive into the blight material, I'd like to draw quick mention to: yup, Andruil was also taking spirits. She took the "screams of the south wind," which I am going to interpret means "spirits of the Fade in the south."

She took the gathering storm, trapped its fury in golden limbs, and strung it with the screams of the south wind. Andruil, blood and force, your people pray to you. Grant that your eye may not fall upon us. Spare us the moment we become Your prey.

Since we know that the Titans are un-sundered in her time, this does still count as stealing from the Forgotten Ones in the same way as mining lyrium does.

Back to the blight, and to the hunting codices that many of us know and love.

One day Andruil grew tired of hunting mortal men and beasts. She began stalking the Forgotten Ones, wicked things that thrive in the abyss. Yet even a god should not linger there, and each time she entered the Void, Andruil suffered longer and longer periods of madness after returning.

I want to draw attention to this first paragraph because of the mention of its timing. Prior to this codex, the Evanuris loved fighting the Titans! They loved mining the Titans for lyrium! For people! This is the first mention we see of venturing to the Abyss being an inadvisable thing to do. This tells me she went after the Titans became "wicked things." Now, there was a danger. Now, there was blight.

Andruil put on armor made of the Void, and all forgot her true face. She made weapons of darkness, and plague ate her lands. She howled things meant to be forgotten, and the other gods became fearful Andruil would hunt them in turn.

Important to note: the wiki lists that darkness and taint/blight are the same thing. Additionally, Andruil howled things meant to be forgotten. Knowing what we know now about lyrium, and about how darkspawn hear a unique calling—I'm going to wager that Andruil heard the songs of these twisted/tainted Titans, whether or not that counts as the Calling.

Plague ate her lands. We know "lands" refers to Titans (remember that Elgar'nan was asked to tame the land). Therefore: plague (blight) ravaged the Titan of her domain.

Most importantly: the other gods became fearful Andruil would hunt them. They weren't afraid of that before. It means she must have changed.

(I'm not going to discuss the lyrium armor at this point; every Evanuris has done many a Lyrium Crime, and I do not think there's anything super substantive in Andruil wearing lyrium armor, save for the fact that it is probably red, as her art in The Missing [comic image pictured above] suggests.)

My key takeaway is: Andruil did not create the blight, nor did she discover it. The Evanuris knew about the blight, and Mythal's elves had tried to seal it away. Andruil's crime is that she stalked the Forgotten Ones again, bringing the blight back to the pantheon.

Mythal: Intervention, Too Late?

Remember that Solas refers to Mythal as the lone voice of reason among the Evanuris? He was likely referring to what came next in that codex.

So Mythal spread rumors of a monstrous creature and took the form of a great serpent, waiting for Andruil at the base of a mountain. When Andruil came, Mythal sprang on the hunter. They fought for three days and nights, Andruil slashing deep gouges in the serpent's hide. But Mythal's magic sapped Andruil's strength, and stole her knowledge of how to find the Void. After this, the great hunter could never make her way back to the abyss, and peace returned.

We all know the point of this codex: that Mythal stepped in to intervene when Andruil came back carrying the blight. I want to draw attention to a few key facts here.

Mythal is clearly using lyrium/Titan-based magic, while Andruil is using the "air"/Fade-based magic. Remember that Andruil's bow was strung with screams from the wind: this is that. Mythal's magic counters Andruil's, just like templars' magic counters mages' magic.

Mythal then takes Andruil's memories away from her with this lyrium-based magic. The only way that we are aware of how to do that is by then Shaping the memory into the Stone. This is where a lot of people link Andruil, Sera, and the Small Painted Box found in Origins and referenced in Sera's dialogue (another theory I have no time to elaborate on—I am positive it is located somewhere, if you go hunting!)

Andruil is never mentioned as getting these memories back. But that does not mean that knowledge of the blight halted there.

In fact... Andruil raised up a mortal to the ranks of the Evanuris, just like Mythal did for Solas. Since we know Solas's origin. . .

Ghilan'nain: Mother of Monsters, Who Was Once Most Sensitive

"As you were raised up from mortal men to stand with our Creators, our Makers, so raise me up now to defend this world." — Inquisitor Ameridan

Ghilan'nain is oft cited as a follower of Andruil. We know, though, from the stories of Mythal, Falon'Din, Sylaise, and even June, that followers of the Evanuris do not necessarily mean mortals who chose to follow them. Rather, we know that follower most often means creation.

Ghilan'nain is a creation of Andruil, who created many monsters for Andruil to hunt. In fact, as the goddess of sacrifice, that seems to be what Andruil wanted the most from her "followers."

My most important question is: where did Ghilan'nain come from, to make her the way that she is? It's likeliest that Solas came from the same Titan that Mythal initially locked away (or another similarly blighted Titan). Yet, Solas is not... Like That™, the way Ghilan'nain is.

(AKA, I don't see him sliding around on tentacles, creating all manner of horrors under 12 different mountains in Nevarra.)

Ghilan'nain seems to be the strongest proponent of and most skilled wielder of blight magic among the Evanuris. I think it has everything to do with the Titan she came from. And I think we can guess at which one that is, based on a few key details.

First, we know that the Titan Mythal sealed away was likely Terror. Second, we have a codex from another of the Forgotten Ones: Geldauran.

There are no gods. There is only the subject and the object, the actor and the acted upon. Those with will to earn dominance over others gain title not by nature but by deed. I am Geldauran, and I refuse those who would exert will upon me. Let Andruil's bow crack, let June's fire grow cold. Let them build temples and lure the faithful with promises. Their pride will consume them, and I, forgotten, will claim power of my own, apart from them until I strike in mastery.

Geldauran is speaking out against specifically two of the Evanuris: Andruil and June. If Geldauran had first been mined by Mythal, wouldn't Mythal's name also have been mentioned, as Mythal's horrors are the first among the Evanuris (as far as I can tell)?

But no: there are only two mentioned here. I believe Andruil and June, therefore, were both mining from Geldauran.

What was Ghilan'nain doing, before joining the Evanuris? Staying away from all the elvhen, creating.

Ghilan'nain kept herself apart from the People. She used her power to create animals none had ever seen.

I'm imagining this means she is hanging out nearby her Titan, down in the Abyss.

The skies teemed with her monsters, the land with her beasts.

And this? We know skies means the Fade, full of her monsters. What monsters are known to inhabit the Fade? Demons. As for the land, that's the Titans' domain, and it encapsulates every other creature: anything corporeal.

Andruil hunted them all, and after a year of killing, approached Ghilan'nain with an offer: the gods would share their power with Ghilan'nain, but only if she destroyed her creations, for they were too untamed to remain among the People. Ghilan'nain agreed and asked for three days to undo what she had made.

The creations were hurting the elvhen: the Evanuris's other creations. Their other property. And so Ghilan'nain, spirit of Geldauran, was asked to leave the Titan's domain, promised the power of the Evanuris instead.

(We won't go over the "which monsters did she kill and why did Pride stop her hand" here, because it is not relevant for a discussion of the blight, except to say that griffons are peculiarly resistant to the blight.)

Let's assume that this Titan, Geldauran, was a spirit of Creation, or something similar.

What is the opposite of creation? Life? Pestilence.

While I believe that the blight is the defence mechanism of every injured or angered Titan, I believe that Pestilence affords Ghilan'nain with different abilities than the other Evanuris, save for June/June's domain (who, also, as Architect? 100% was "improving upon" his own creations with what sounds like the fires of a forge).

This is also why I think that Ghilan'nain and Andruil's relationship matters as much as it does. I'm not the first to speculate that it's Andruil making up Ghilan'nain's second torso. I'm not the first one to have latched on to how Solas said Ghilan'nain was, "most sensitive of us."

Conclusion? Ghilan'nain did not invent the blight. Once, she may have even created beautiful creatures on purpose.

I believe that there may have been a point where Ghilan'nain tried to cure Andruil of the blight. A point where she was more aligned with Creation/Healing than Pestilence. Where what she wanted was to populate the world with good things, healthy things. The halla we see in the open world (not the insectoid monstrosities painted in Hormak and other temples). The griffons, maybe.

But somewhere along the way—perhaps even because of Andruil hunting her Titan—Ghilan'nain changed. And when she changed, (re)discovering the blight as it was brought back by Andruil?

No one could keep it a secret any longer. And if there is one thing we know about the Evanuris, it is that every single one of them has done unspeakable acts in the name of augmenting the lives of their creations, to the detriment of everything and everyone else.

Thirst for power among the Evanuris would threaten to blight the world, and it was all of their fault at once.

One Mistake Becomes Everyone's Weapon

This—THIS is why I spent 6,000 words going over the other Evanuris. Because the blight is not the fault of just Andruil, or just Ghilan'nain, as so many of us believed for so long.

In fact, the blight sounds like it first made its appearance because of Mythal. Mythal, the only one to turn away from it and try to keep others away from it, lest everything else be destroyed.

Every single other Evanuris has expressed nothing but interest in it, that we have seen. Elgar'nan is using it in Veilguard, from what we know. Falon'Din maybe wanted every Titan to die, not live in peace. Dirthamen might have tricked the Magisters Sidereal into entering the Golden City just to blight them all and escape himself. Sylaise and June both pushed their creations to the limits of what is possible, bending life to their command and their image.

Every single one of them had an archdemon. A blighted dragon. All but Mythal (that we know of).

THIS is why Solas cannot stop with just imprisoning Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan, or Ghil and Elgar'nan and Andruil, or even any six of the seven.

The tragedy of the Evanuris is that every single one of the pantheon was unstoppable in their greed. Every single Evanuris caused the events that led to the blight. Every single Evanuris ignored Mythal's warnings.

And they all killed her, in the end.

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AAAAA THANK YOU for reading this far, AGAIN, if you have! I'm trying to finish up the entirety of my theory collection before Veilguard drops, so stay tuned!

Also: I am essentially FULLY OFFLINE to try and avoid game spoilers! As these reviews have just gone live today (10/28), I am not reading my notifications/replies, and am appearing here only to continue posting my theories. I have heard that the embargo has been broken at least once already and I refuse to risk it, so I will respond to messages and notifications once I have played Veilguard for a bit.

(Mutuals, if you need me, you may DM me, as long as you do not mention the reviews in any capacity.)

This series is close to its end. It should wrap up after 9 or 10 parts in total.

Coming Up Next: The Story of Solas Evanuris, Da'Durgen'lin.

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bunabi · 2 months ago

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DAV has been a whole other level of disappointing as a POC and I feel crazy every time I try n explain it lmao. When they revealed they changed the name from Dreadwolf to Veilguard and rationalised it as ‘this story is about rook and co’ I stupidly assumed we really were going to get a rich and polished set of companions. Because if nothing else is good in a DA game, at least there are the companions. Like that’s always been the case. They marketed the hell outta them. I get why they did that, but it feels so damn mean and cruel in hindsight. I love them, I rly do, all things considered. I’m glad they’re a part of the franchise now and I’ll defend them from the antiwoke bros with my life. Still, it’s hard to watch someone who looks like me and my friends and be met with… mediocrity. Mediocrity that’ll never be readdressed, fixed or built upon. It stings.

I don't think it's uniquely bad for us. I think 40% of fandom creates characters who are pretty similar to themselves whether its appearance or personality, and the other 60% roleplay characters that are still close to heart. Not to dismiss your point, I get it, I'm just saying no one's exempt from disappointment. 😅

You touch on something I've been thinking about though: the role anti-woke has played in conversations surrounding Veilguard and how protective and tense the fandom became as a result. The unhinged anger toward reviewers. Constantly accusing each other of being tourists and fake fans. This fucking sucked lol.

I worry that after enough time has passed and DA5 goes into development we'll just forget this happened. We'll remember negativity around DAV being manufactured and blown out of proportion, the racist and transphobic and sexist brigading, but not the environment of denial we created. Not the fair criticism and good faith arguments and how we completely overreacted to it.

I am the #1 Executor Lore Liker, I'm soo excited for the plot to move across the sea, but I'm seriously not interested in going through this again. I'm out for DA5 if I even sniff it.

#replies #dav spoilers #just in case

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her-satanic-wiles · 4 months ago

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Kinktober Day 4 - Topping from the Bottom

Dewdrop x GN!Reader

After a long day at rehearsals, Dewdrop just wants to be spoiled.

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Warnings: dom/sub dynamic, edging, handjob, switch!Dewdrop, switch!Reader, teasing, topping from the bottom,

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The soft flicker of candlelight danced across the room, casting shadows that swayed with the rhythm of their breathing. Dewdrop knelt on the bed, his wrists loosely bound in front of him, his head tilted in playful submission. Yet, the glint in his eyes betrayed something else—something that hinted at a power simmering just below the surface.

He was naked, his cock hanging hard with his balls resting on his thigh. His eyes were wide and innocent, a little black from the makeup he wore beneath his mask, but he was very clearly ready and waiting for you. Calloused fingers clamped against each other to keep his loosely bound wrists where you expected them to be, but you both knew that just a little maneuvering would have him escaping his bonds and lunging at you. Perhaps there was a part of you that wanted that, but for now, you were switching roles. Tonight you were serving a different purpose.

“Ready to play, are we?” Your voice was steady, commanding, but you could already feel the control slipping through your fingers. Dewdrop was always like this—obedient in appearance - especially outside the bedroom - but undeniably in charge of every moment you shared.

“I’m yours,” he murmured, the words soft but carrying a trace of challenge. His lips curled into a knowing smile as he shifted slightly, just enough to tease you, to push you in that way he always did. His tone was nonchalant, as if he didn’t believe that you could top him like this. As if he knew that you were better suited beneath him, taking everything he gave you with a stuttered and breathless “thank you” falling from your pretty little mouth as you bounced on his cock. But, no. Not tonight. Tonight he’d be the one whimpering and begging for release. It was his turn.

You stepped forward, a deliberate pace meant to assert dominance, but even as you stood over him, the smirk on Dewdrop’s face told you who really held the reins. His gaze trailed lazily over you, as if he was sizing you up, testing your resolve.

“Go on then,” he teased, voice barely above a whisper, “do whatever you want.”

The permission felt wrong—like a challenge disguised as submission. You reached down, fingers trailing along his jaw before gripping it lightly. His skin was warm beneath your touch, his breath hitching in a way that made you think you were in charge. But you knew better. Even bound, even kneeling, Dewdrop was directing every move, his body language coaxing you into decisions that weren’t entirely yours.

You tightened your hold, leaning closer. “I thought you were supposed to be the one following orders,” you murmured.

Dewdrop’s smirk widened. “I am. But maybe I’m just better at giving you what you want.”

The air between you thickened, the power play unfolding in every glance, every touch. When you pushed him down onto the mattress, he went easily, the fabric around his wrists barely a hindrance, but the way his body moved suggested that he was letting you think you had control.

Your hand trailed down his chest, teasing, testing. Each time you slowed, his hips shifted, ever so slightly, guiding your touch exactly where he wanted it to go. It was infuriating, the way he seemed to command you without a word, without so much as a direct request.

“You’re not as clever as you think,” you muttered, but your voice lacked conviction.

“Oh?” Dewdrop arched his back just enough to press into your touch. “Then why are you doing exactly what I want?”

You removed your hand from his body, a smirk playing on your lips as you watched his fade. He hadn’t expected this.

“Then maybe I just won’t do anything,” you taunted, your voice low and teasing. “Maybe I’ll leave you here: hard and wanting. Maybe, I’ll wait until you beg for it.”

Dewdrop’s eyes narrowed, his playful expression faltering for just a moment. He shifted, testing the restraints on his wrists, but said nothing. Silence hung in the air between you, thick and charged.

You tilted your head, taking in the way his breathing had quickened ever so slightly, the way his chest rose and fell. “What’s the matter?” you asked, feigning innocence. “Weren’t you the one who said I could do whatever I want?”

His lips parted as though he was about to respond, but you cut him off, stepping back, leaving a small distance between your bodies. The loss of contact was palpable, and you could see the frustration flickering in his eyes. You had him where you wanted him now—a little off balance, forced to give up just enough control to stay in the game.

“Is this what you wanted, Dewdrop?” you continued, your voice almost a purr. “For me to take charge? Because if it is, you’re going to have to work for it.”

Dewdrop shifted again, his muscles tense under the thin fabric clinging to his skin. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and when he finally spoke, his voice was softer, but still held that familiar edge. “You don’t think I’ll give you what you want?”

You raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “I think you’re going to have to beg me first.”

The smirk returned to his face, smaller this time, but still there. “Is that so?” His voice dripped with challenge, and you could see the gears turning in his head, already figuring out how to turn this situation back to his advantage. But you were ready for him.

You ran your thumb over the head of his cock, gathering the sticky precum onto the pad and watching the string pull and snap the further away you pulled. At your touch directly on his most sensitive spot, Dewdrop hissed but continued to say nothing. He was sure to be as defiant as you were… which meant the two of you were in for a long night.

“Still silent?” you asked, a wicked grin spreading across your face. “I’m surprised. I thought you liked to talk.”

Dewdrop’s gaze flickered to yours, a mixture of defiance and desire swirling in his eyes. He shifted again, the slight movement betraying the frustration building within him. “Talking is overrated,” he finally replied, voice low and sultry, as if he was savouring each word.

You chuckled, intrigued by his determination. “Is that right? Well, I suppose silence has its own charms.” You traced your thumb over him again, applying just enough pressure to elicit another sharp intake of breath. “But I wonder how long that will last.”

As you continued to tease him, you felt the tension in the room shift. Dewdrop’s defiance was becoming harder to maintain, and you could see the fight beginning to ebb away. The playful power struggle had morphed into something deeper, more intense, as you both pushed him closer to the edge.

You placed all your fingers on his head and began to massage upwards, making Dewdrop’s hips buck up to chase the pleasure. “Ah!” he whimpered, but it was a little too quiet for your liking.

“Beg for it, Dewdrop,” you urged, your voice a sultry whisper. “Let me hear how much you want this.”

His eyes narrowed, and for a fleeting moment, you saw the flicker of vulnerability beneath his bravado. But he was quick to mask it, his lips curling into a defiant smirk. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

A spark of challenge ignited within you. You loved this game, the way it stretched out and twisted, teasing both of you with possibilities. “Oh, I will. But don’t think you’ll like where this is going.”

With that, you slid your hand away completely, leaving him aching and wanting, just as you’d promised. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words and simmering tension. Dewdrop’s gaze bore into you, filled with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, as if daring you to make the next move.

You kept your hand close, hovering just above Dewdrop’s aching length, your fingertips grazing him only lightly enough to remind him of what he couldn’t have. Each time you allowed the slightest touch, you could feel his body tremble, muscles tensing in anticipation. But just when he thought you’d finally give him more, you’d pull away, leaving him stranded on the edge of relief.

His chest rose and fell, breaths shallow and quick, the only sound in the room the occasional ragged exhale or the quiet rustle of fabric beneath him. You leaned in again, this time tracing a slow, deliberate line from his base to the sensitive tip, your thumb circling there just enough to draw another shaky breath from his lips. His hips jerked instinctively, chasing your touch, but you pulled away, watching the frustration bloom across his features.

For a moment, you did nothing, letting him sit in that torturous in-between, his desire palpable in every twitch of his body. Then, without warning, you pressed your hand back to him, more firmly this time, rubbing your thumb over his slick head again, collecting the precum as if you were savouring every ounce of control you had over him. Dewdrop let out a low moan, a desperate sound that made your heart pound in response.

But you didn’t let him have it. Each time his breathing hitched, each time his hips lifted just slightly, you withdrew, leaving him wanting more. His body was tense, strained, the frustration evident in every line of his form as he battled the desire clawing at him. You could feel his resolve weakening, even though he hadn’t said a word.

Your fingers traced down the length of him again, teasingly slow, before pulling away entirely, the absence of your touch now more torturous than before. He moaned again, louder this time, the sound filled with a mix of pleasure and frustration. His chest heaved, his back arching slightly off the bed as if his body was pleading for what his lips refused to beg for.

You smiled, watching as his frustration deepened, knowing it was only a matter of time.

“You’re going to h-have to touch me at some point,” Dewdrop grumbled, his breaths coming out heavy but he tried so hard to keep his voice level and not at all reflect how overwhelmed he was feeling.

You merely raised an eyebrow at Dewdrop’s grumbled words, a teasing smile playing on your lips. His heavy breaths spoke volumes, even as he fought to keep his voice steady. It was adorable how he tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, yet his body betrayed him with every slight movement, every sharp intake of breath that slipped past his control.

Ignoring his comment, you leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his as you hovered just above him. You traced your fingertips along his inner thigh, teasingly close to where he needed you the most. The way his muscles tensed beneath your touch made your pulse quicken, his body responding to you in ways he couldn’t hide.

“Is that what you think?” you murmured, your voice low and playful. “That I’ll give in just because you ask?”

Dewdrop’s brows knitted together, frustration flickering in his eyes. His hips shifted slightly, yearning for contact, and you could see the struggle etched on his face. “I—”

But before he could finish, you slipped your fingers back to him, pressing against his length again, firm yet maddeningly slow. His breath hitched, a low moan escaping him as your touch ignited that familiar spark of pleasure. You enjoyed the way he melted at your fingertips, even if he tried to mask it.

Yet you pulled away again, letting the heat of your touch linger in the air, and watched as Dewdrop’s expression shifted from frustration to desperation. He grumbled again, his voice catching slightly as he fought against the sensations overwhelming him.

“Please… you know you want to.” His voice trembled slightly, but the defiance still lingered there, even as his body betrayed him, betraying just how much he craved more.

You smirked, fully aware of the power you held. “You’re going to have to wait a little longer,” you teased, drawing out the moment as you watched him squirm beneath you, caught between his own frustration and desire.

Dewdrop’s breaths quickened, and with each teasing touch you allowed, you felt the tension between you both escalate, a potent mix of longing and challenge that promised a night filled with pleasure and patience—one that he would ultimately surrender to.

You continued your torment, drawing your fingers back, letting the heat of your touch linger just out of reach. Dewdrop’s breath came in quick bursts, each one heavier than the last, and you could see the flicker of desperation in his eyes.

“Come on,” he urged, voice laced with frustration. “Just a little more… please.”

But you merely smiled, enjoying the power you wielded over him. “Please what, Dewdrop?” you asked, dragging your fingers slowly along the length of him, teasingly close but not quite touching the sensitive spots that craved attention.

His brow furrowed, lips parting as he struggled to maintain composure. “I need you to touch me,” he finally gasped, the defiance slipping away with every moment of restraint. “I can’t take much more of this.”

You paused, allowing the silence to stretch between you, watching as he shifted restlessly. “Can’t take much more of what? The anticipation? The waiting?”

Dewdrop’s frustration boiled over, and with a breathless moan, he finally gave in. “Please! I need you,” he begged, his voice a mixture of pleading and desperation, each word laced with urgency. “I’ll do anything… just touch me.”

His confession hung in the air, raw and honest, and your heart raced at the sight of him so vulnerable, stripped of all bravado. You leaned closer, letting your breath ghost over his skin, teasing him with proximity but still holding back.

“Anything?” you echoed, a smirk tugging at your lips. “What if I want you to beg a little more? Show me how much you want it.”

Dewdrop whimpered, eyes widening as he realised just how far you were willing to push him. “I can’t… please, just give me what I want,” he implored, his voice wavering as the urgency grew stronger. “I promise I’ll be good. Just touch me… I can’t stand it any longer.”

The fire in his eyes ignited something within you, and you felt the weight of his need press against you like a tidal wave. With a final, calculated pause, you finally relented, allowing your fingers to wrap around him once more, moving with just the right amount of pressure.

As you began to stroke him, Dewdrop let out a low, relieved moan, his body instinctively arching into your touch, desperate and responsive to the sensation he’d been craving.

With your fingers finally wrapped around him, you felt Dewdrop’s body respond eagerly, his hips bucking instinctively as you began to stroke him. The tension that had been building finally found its release, and a deep, throaty moan spilled from his lips, echoing through the room like music to your ears.

You maintained a steady rhythm, your grip firm yet teasingly gentle, ensuring he felt every sensation, every flick of your wrist. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, mouth parting slightly, the vulnerability in his expression making your heart race. He was completely at your mercy, and the knowledge sent a thrill through you.

But you weren’t ready to give him everything just yet. You slowed your movements, pulling back just enough to keep him on that razor’s edge, teetering between pleasure and frustration. “What’s the matter, Dewdrop?” you taunted softly, your voice low and sultry. “You seemed so eager just a moment ago.”

He opened his eyes, the desperation clear in their depths. “Don’t you dare stop,” he gasped, the plea laced with a hint of panic. “I can’t h-hold on much lo-oh! Longer!”

You chuckled lightly, enjoying the way his body reacted to your every move. “And here I thought you liked a challenge,” you replied, giving him a particularly slow stroke that made him writhe beneath your touch.

“Please,” he begged again, voice trembling with need. “I n-need you to—”

Before he could finish, you tightened your grip, quickening your pace just enough to send him spiralling back towards the edge. The room filled with the sound of his moans, each one more desperate than the last, and you could feel the tension in his body coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

With each stroke, you could sense him nearing the brink. His breath came in sharp gasps, the flush creeping up his neck betraying just how close he was. “I’m so-oh close,” he whimpered, eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Don’t st-stop. Fuck! Please… don’t stop!”

But you had other plans. Just as you felt him teetering on the edge, you suddenly pulled your hand away completely, leaving him gasping and desperate, his body arching towards you in a silent plea for more.

“Please!” Dewdrop moaned, frustration spilling over into his voice. “You can’t just leave me like this!”

You leaned in, capturing his gaze with yours, a wicked grin on your lips. “I can. And I will. But only if you beg for it.”

Dewdrop’s eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and pleading swirling within their depths. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he gasped, frustration lacing his tone. “Please, I’ll do anything! Just give me what I need.”

You watched him closely, a thrill racing through you at the sight of his vulnerability laid bare. It was intoxicating to see someone so proud and headstrong reduced to this, teetering on the brink of surrender. “Anything?” you repeated, your voice low and teasing, drawing out the moment as you gauged his resolve.

“Yes! Just please t-touch me again!” he begged, voice shaky and raw, the urgency evident as he squirmed beneath you, the need etched into every line of his body.

You could sense the desperation radiating from him, and it made your heart race. “What if I want you to beg just a little more?” you said, leaning closer to him, letting your breath wash over his skin. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body ached for your touch.

His lips parted, but no words came out at first. You could see the struggle within him as he fought against his pride, wanting to reclaim control yet desperately wanting to succumb to your desires. “I… I need you,” he finally managed to stammer, the raw honesty in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.

“Need me? Tell me how much you need it,” you pressed, your tone playful yet commanding, wanting to draw out the intensity of the moment as he wrestled with his own desires.

“I need you to touch me! I can’t take it anymore!” His voice broke, the strain evident as he looked at you with wide, pleading eyes. “Please, I’m begging you. Just give me what I want!”

With that, you finally relented. You took his pleading words as your cue, wrapping your fingers around him once more, this time with a firm grip that left no room for teasing. You began to stroke him steadily, quickening your pace as you brought him closer to the edge.

“Oh fu-ucking hell!” He groaned, hips shifting and chasing your hand every time you lifted off him. “So g-good. So… so fucking good.”

Dewdrop’s moans filled the air, each one more desperate than the last, echoing off the walls as you worked him closer to his release. His body tensed, muscles coiling like a tightly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment.

“Please… don’t stop,” he begged again, each word a mixture of pleasure and desperation, as if the very act of begging itself was part of the ecstasy he was experiencing. “I’m so close—”

As you continued to push him towards his peak, you relished the sounds he made, the way his body responded to your every move. You could feel his release building, and the anticipation hung thick in the air, electric and intoxicating.

“Let go for me, Dewdrop,” you urged softly, the command laced with the thrill of power as you watched him unravel beneath your touch.

Dewdrop’s breath came in ragged gasps, each one more frantic than the last as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy. “I can’t hold on… I’m so close,” he moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through him. His body responded to you with every stroke, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, as if the very act of begging had awakened something primal within him.

“Good,” you murmured, your voice low and sultry, encouraging him further. “I want to hear you. Let it out, Dewdrop. Let me feel how much you need this.”

You quickened your pace, the slick sounds of your movements mingling with his moans, creating a symphony of pleasure that filled the air. Dewdrop’s body writhed beneath your hand, the muscles in his thighs twitching as he fought to maintain control, even as he was pulled closer and closer to the precipice.

“Please… don’t stop!” he gasped, the urgency in his voice sending another thrill through you. “I need you… I need to come!”

You could feel his body responding, the way he tightened around you, his hips thrusting against your hand in desperate rhythm. “That’s it, Dewdrop. Let go for me. I want to see you fall apart,” you urged, your voice dripping with authority.

With one final stroke, you pushed him over the edge. Dewdrop let out a breathless cry, his back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over him. The sight was breathtaking: his face contorted in bliss, his body trembling as he surrendered completely to the release.

You felt him pulse in your hand, the heat of his climax spreading warmth across your skin as he moaned your name, a sound so sweet that it sent a rush of satisfaction through you. You slowed your movements slightly, guiding him through the aftershocks, wanting him to feel every lingering pulse of pleasure.

As he came down from his high, his breathing gradually steadied, and he lay there, panting and blissed out, looking utterly wrecked. You couldn’t help but admire the way he glowed, the satisfaction of having broken him so completely washing over you.

“Did that feel good?” you teased, brushing your fingers lightly along his thigh, relishing the way he shivered at the contact. Dewdrop’s eyes fluttered open, a dazed smile spreading across his face as he nodded slowly.

“Yeah… it felt amazing,” he breathed, the remnants of pleasure still evident in his voice. “You… you really know how to make someone beg.”

You chuckled softly, satisfied with the outcome of your little game. “That was the point, wasn’t it?” You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, enjoying the intimacy of the moment now that the tension had subsided.

Dewdrop’s expression shifted from bliss to mischief, a playful grin dancing on his lips. “I think I’ll need to return the favour,” he said, eyes glinting with newfound determination. “Just you wait.”

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powerpuffobsession · 9 months ago

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Am I the only one who feels that Hazbin Hotel's overall vibe is far too naive and upbeat for an adult cartoon about hell and redemption of sinners?

I feel like before writing this cartoon, Vivzie and the other writers should have made a trip to unfortunate areas of the world and watch how the lifestyle there rolls. Because hell is said to be a place of misery, where there is no trust and a lot of hate, both internal and external... Adam is an object of pure unfiltered hartred (both from writers and fandom) because he dares to live in heaven, such a safe and friendly-natured place...

And yet the sinners who happen to be main characters act more like school kids on a field trip (even more carefree than those, lol) - their selfish and sinful motives are so artificial and are brought up only when these characters need to look like a victim, not like criminals who somehow deserved a place in hell

Obviously, it's a manipulative trope to put them in a better light than Heaven and Adam (who is forever silenced by the writers and not allowed to voice any thoughts and reflections other than "hurr durr murder I luuuv murdering and being evil because that's what I was since I was born, even though Lilith and Eve, born literally the same way as me, were innocent victims from the get go, and no logical explanation for that will be provided whatsoever - men bad, women good")

In the light of all that, the sinners are too eager to trust each other and form "da epic powar of friendship" mlp-sonic-style

In a society built on terror, anarchy and survival instincts, no one would ever bother wasting vital power on noticing someone's problems and helping them out. Everyone is focused on their own problems and desires, and that's what drives them to act. Well, the exception may be family members, and even that varies

That's why Husk's intent to comfort Angel after the later attacks him over nothing at the bar, looks really fake, considering the setting. At first I thought that "loser baby" where Husk insults Angel, was some sort of revenge and Husk laughing in the spider's face. But no, it actually turned out to be a comforting song that started their friendship. Husk literally had no motivation to want to help Angel, because he was annoyed by him all the time prior. If there was some kind of basis for their bonding, I would have believed it. But not like this.

And Angel had no reason to actually like that sort of comfort. I get it when your best friend or a family member cheers you up in a harsh way - you know them. And even when coming from people you trust that can hurt. Now imagine a complete stranger doing that to you. That's actually something that shouldn't be done - trying to playfully insult or jester a person you haven't communicated with for a long enough time to gain their trust. And to make this even more strange, Angel at first reacts negatively, but then suddenly snaps to liking that disrespectful way of comforting for no reason at all.

And why did Angel even vent his problems to Husk, a stranger bartender who he'd hurt before. Wasn't he actually afraid of being laughed at and of Husk using his trauma to spread gossip around or something?

Next, Sir Pentious. In the pilot (which is officially part of canon, mind you), he already felt like a joke sunday cartoon villain, but at least he had some edge to him that made him look like a sinner with some dark history. In the series however, he gets nerfed the very moment he steps into the hotel to the point where it's painful to look at

His tendency to abuse his henchmen, his physopathic demeanor, his hartred for Cherri (instead of embarrassing attempts to get blue balled by her), his sincere power hunger - where did all that go? Vanished in a blink of an eye. All that's left of a promising snake demon is a pile of fanservice. So morally unchallenging and harmless that a viewer theoretically simply cannot resist loving him

Well i'm kind disappointed. We don't even know in what way Sir Pentious had to improve, because the plot never focused on his past, his life goals, whatever made him want to lead turf wars and whatever awful things he did in life, what was the point where he started degrading... none of that. He just became a better person after one "sorry song" and acted perfectly innocent ever since and didnt put any effort into getting ready to sacrifice himself for other main characters

The sacrifice... to me it's baffling how fast the sinners, over the course of just 6 months, actually became Charlie's family figures and risked their lives for her hotel. Such pure child-cartoon-styled power of friendship, built in hell, with the aid of a princess who cant even think through her project of helping sinners without bringing them more trouble... realistically, Charlie would have had to fight angels alone (how convenient it is that no main characters died in that chaotic brawl, right?)

And Charlie herself is far too naiive and soft-natured for someone who is free to walk along the streets of hell looking at all the muder, rape and othe horrible stuff that's happening there. Given that she's 200, Charlie had more than enough time to built up her street smarts and guts and learn to be more practical and mindful, instead of staying with the mind of a 12 year old who needs other characters to do everything for her (Lucifer, Vaggie, Alastor) and then get praised for THEIR efforts. That's hell's royalty and our main character?

Aaand since sinners are portrayed as Charlie's "people" (as if they are a nationality), sweet babies who all deserve redemption and are called innocent by Emily (I can't believe how dumb the writers made angels be) - the true essence of exterminatons is never focused on. Adam and his exterminator army are seen in the wrong, like some kind of monsters who terrorize poor souls. However, think about this - child molesters, rapists, torturers, bullies, nazists, actual racists etc died in those exterminations. Doesnt that seem like something a lot of us would want? To have scum like this disappear as revenge for people they have hurt/driven to suicide?

Exterminations are not really an act of racism, bigotry or something like that. They are an excecution of criminals, which a lot of sinners are.

But the black and white writing is trying to conceal that rather prominent highlight of the rotten part of Charlie's plan (not all sinners deserve mercy or redemption). All that was needed was to make exterminators these icky "villains" who luuuv killing and are never willing to listen

All in all, a cartoon that has an ambitious premise that should be driven by psychological reasearch/analysis and dark serious themes... makes me roll my eyes with its cliche use of "power of friendship" and " strictly good main characters, strictly bad villains" tropes. Too bad such beautiful animation was wasted on such juvenile writing that never had any effort put into it

There shouldn't even be any villains or heroes in a setting like this. Allow the lead roles (sinners in hell) do something actually questionable and be unlikable, don't coddle the viewer in fear of making them even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Allow those, who opposes sinmers, have personalities and reasons, not cliche sociopathy for sociopathy's sake to cause forced sympathy for the main characters

Pristine "safe" writing should not have a place in adult cartoons. Or else they will stay a product that'd rather be watched by 7-14 year olds instead of adults (I can't picture a single adult over 22 who would unironically call hazbin hotel a show that tackles realistic issues in an observant way)

#hazbin hotel critical

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autisticlancemcclain · 1 year ago

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fic rec friday 60

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Dream, Seam by @ardett and @maychorian

Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.

y'all....this au is insane. like genuinely one of the coolest concepts i have seen in this fandom. lance, taken by the galra as an infant and raised by them (altho they treat him like shit, obviously, so fair warning for that), as an asset, because they know he is the blue paladin, because he can See things he should not be able to see? and then he has to get integrated into voltron...yall nothing i can say can do this au justice. there's this almost ethereal feel to the entire fic, there were several moments where my chest was swoopy and my breathing was off bc i was like oh god oh god oh god. the complicated relationships, lance's struggle, and ALSO BONUS!!! das thace!!! i miss dad thace!!! do my fellow voltron geriatrics remember when dad thace was everywhere!! bc i do!! and i miss it!!!

2. five times someone didn't know keith and lance were dating, and one time everyone did by Shorty

Keith shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m still mad about the whole ‘babe’ thing.” ... Or, exactly what the title says.

there is nothing i can say about this fic that isn't in the title 💀 it's exactly what it says it is. and it hits. but some crumbs to intrigue you: 1) one of the tags on this fic is 'hunk is a hunk', 2) it's a 2016 fic, and 3) trust me.

3. Some Secrets Don't Need To Be Kept by @squirenonny

Keith finds out he's part Galra. It's not as big a deal as he expects.

look. sometimes i just want things to be soft. what if keith had it easy? for once in his fucking life? what if people chilled the hell out? for ten minutes? this is seven thousand words of people being like hey keith u know what. take it easy. we got u babes. and i am grateful

4. How to Fake an Interest in Biochemical Engineering by @squirenonny

Shiro has a crush on Matt Holt. But every time he runs into Matt he ends up embarrassing himself. Shiro's best friend Allura is no help. His little brother Keith is even worse. But Shiro is going to make his move before graduation if it kills him. (And it just might kill him.)

SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT SHATT. shockingly, i didn't just choose this one bc of the recent discourse lol. this is another 2016 fic that i adore. it's just -- disaster shiro, whipped shiro, down bad shiro, sweet matt, cackling keith, shiro who is dying of embarrassment, gay as all fuck shiro, etc etc. it hits. i laughed.

5. Neighbors by starryeyedchar

Lance stood in front of him, but it was a Lance he'd never seen before. Granted, Keith didn't know him well by any means, but he was positive that the regular Lance would be leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, maybe a couple finger-guns. Not this. This Lance had wrapped himself in a blanket, and was still shivering slightly. His skin was much paler than usual, with flushed cheeks and sweat on his brow. He sniffled. “Um.” Or the one where Keith and Lance live in apartments next to each other, and Lance is too sick for Keith to just leave him by himself.

this one is just very dorky and sweet. i love any fic that captures the exact moment in keiths brain when he goes oh no oh shit oh fuck hes HAWT and lance looks like genuine actual shit actually. its so funny to me

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

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accio-victuuri · 1 year ago

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(13) Fake Rumors - from the vault

I have been going through some old rumors from the fake house & decided to share some. whether these may be new to you or not, but i hope you still enjoy them as much as I did looking back. I feel like in the fandom, we’ve only ever been active when it comes to lrlg and the 49 fakes. the rest of the information that fall in between aren’t as talked about or depends on the topic. as with all other bjyx material, i want a place to store some parts of it. 🤍

these are sort of random, the ones that I had saved and found again. treat it all as fiction.

( someone please make an AU fic or edit for this xz and wyb. there is a story here. look at them. 😍😍😍 )

i have traveled a long way, you have dreamed a long time. many lonely nights drift like fallen leaves but it always finds a way….🍃🍂

(1) this one was posted for the new year 🎉

XZ: Get me a courier later

🧔‍♂️:Okay

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🧔‍♂️:What is it? It’s so light

XZ: made-up parts, Legos.

*XZ talking to a staff so he can send out some lego parts. I think it’s light because what he is sending are “parts” that WYB is missing and he found them for him. I truly like the idea of XZ spoiling WYB when it comes to his hobbies and him being invested in it too even if he isn’t necessarily a fan too. true love! and well, reminded me of the rumored lego set gift during the early days of cql filming.

(2) have you eaten?

About the backstage live broadcast of a recent event on the same stage

WYB:Have you eaten yet?

XZ: *shakes head*

WYB: Come have dinner with me later

XZ: Who else? (Looking over it, I don’t know what I’m looking for)

WYB: Stop looking for it. I’ll send it to you next time.

Supplement: Teacher W watched Teacher X take off his makeup before leaving together.

*The usual WYB making sure that XZ eats and him waiting for his gege so they can eat with each other. Even after the CQL filming, as long as they are at the same event they will try and be together. Tho instances of that have been so rare to 0 nowadays because of the amount of eyes on them.

(3) the forbidden book lol

The crew's study period

WYB: Where is the erotic book? I want to read it.

XZ: Suddenly got up and left.

*This is one of my faves even if it’s so short! Library Pavilion behind the scenes & rumors is the gift that keeps on giving. I wouldn’t put it pass WYB to troll ZZ with this.

Here’s a GIF for you to bring you back to that time🤍

(4) call me maybe? 📱

There was a period last year where everyone had to learn rap, usually🐂 learned the fastest but he was absent-minded that time🐂 was looking at us eating delicious food while resting, it seems that he is thinking his rap, he seemed to be even more tired. At this time, staff handed over the phone and he left immediately to pick it up.

He called him, and when he came back he didn't have any special expression, but he felt refreshed.

(5) praising

WYB: I really like to be praised by everyone and feel "wow" from everyone, so every time Da Zhen's family praises me crazily, I will secretly write it down and send it to him.

XZ: I am also a part-time praise captain. Every time I praise,None of them are the same.He can often keep up with the facts.

WYB: I don’t understand a lot of Internet slang.

XZ: I always hurt him by saying, "No, you don't even know this joke, so WYB doesn't go online?" Just. very good. Laughing, every time I feel hurt, I secretly say "He is better than me. I'm young, I know everything." What kind of tone is this? One time during a video, XZ sang "Darling, come and save me." Seeing WYB's ears slowly become red and coughed. Who can tell me what’s going on with these lyrics?

(6) baking shenanigans

The puff pastry made by XZ is very delicious, WYB will also work with XZ to help when he has time. He’s busy getting started, and they will also do some weird things. If there is a strange taste, try it with the people around you.

Once WYB squeezed minced garlic into the pastry and mixed chili powder, but forgot to mark it, XZ ate it, pinched the back of the neck and squeezed the flesh of the face "Teacher Trained WYB”

*IM CACKLING AT THIS OMG WYB 😂😂😂 what flavor of pastry is that????

(7) another one about eating

Aling period

WYB: Why are you back?

XZ: Come back for dinner, there will be a show in the afternoon

WYB: Aren’t you going to eat with your friends?

XZ: I didn’t agree when someone wanted to invite me, it was too stupid.

WYB: xls It’s so difficult to eat normally today

XZ: You haven’t eaten it, have you?

WYB: Nope. I just thought you were back.

(8) checking the weather

XZ: “The weather doesn’t look like it’s going to rain...(Look 📱)

👤: "It should be sunny..."

XZ: “I just saw📱the weather forecast showed it’s going to rain soon.

👤: How is that possible? It’s obviously sunny. "(春📱)

XZ: "Huh?" (👤♥Two people facing each other📱)

XZ: Overcast to light rain to moderate rain.

👤: What you are looking at is the weather

XZ: Oh my God, so embarrassing...

XZ forgot to switch cities. no one will know the city WYB was in that day if I don’t tell you.

*This one hits different cause for this rumor, they are in different cities but in the same country. Lately, there are times that they are in diff countries so do they look at the weather their too? 🥹🥹🥹

I can’t relate to their obsession with the weather, but if that gives them a sense of connection to each other then it’s fine.

(9) raining

💚Supplement: It’s when the temperature gradually rises. At that time, it rained in June.

💚Holding an umbrella💚❤️talking all the way

❤️Start standing on the right side of 💚

💚Hold the umbrella and tilt it in the direction of ❤️

❤️Thick clothes💚Left half of light-colored thin clothes

The edges are wet and very transparent.

❤️Just keep pushing the umbrella in the direction of 💚

I wanted to block 💚 a little more, but found it was fine.

After seeing the effect, I found an opportunity to move it to the left side of 💚

Then 💚 the right half also got wet

Both centered and symmetrical….…..

(10) them and their parents.

Regarding their parents, I currently know the older one’s mom and dad can also surf the internet, and talk about about their CP and their impression of WYB is good. But his mother actually really wants to have a grandchild. His father is very indifferent when the older one comes home. I'm sure his mother won't be able to bear it. She asked him bluntly, the older ones always focus on work to fool her in the past. In July this year not only did he tell the truth to his family but took the younger one back with him.

It’s time for dinner at home, and the younger one is very nervous. He is afraid that the family will think he is not good enough. He bought a lot of things and piled them up for backup. He sprayed perfume and dressed properly and pretended. The older one made him want to laugh when he looks at him, just fool around. The younger one calls him a big bastard.

The mother on the table was holding jianguo and said she could only count on her to give birth to a litter of grandsons.

* I know that talk about their parents is sensitive and would always lead to more discussion, but again, treat this as fiction. and tbh, who could resist WYB as a son in law??? It I had a son and he brings home WYB as a boyfriend I will be very happy. I also feel soft that XZ is trying to tease and make WYB laugh.

(11)

What happened last year

WYB: Is it delicious?

XZ: (nodding while eating) Yeah, it’s quite delicious.

WYB: What about others?

XZ: Wait a minute...Wow, I just ate that, this one has no taste.

WYB: Is it too spicy?

XZ: It’s okay, but my tongue is numb and I can’t taste other flavors.

WYB: Wait a minute, drink some water. Is it really that spicy?

XZ: Try it yourself. You didn't keep it for yourself? Wasn't it sent from you?

WYB: I didn't take it apart. Bring it to me.

Then XZ really ate so much that he left two packets and took them back to WYB.

(You send it to me and I will bring it back to you. What kind of trick is this?)

What happened this year

XZ: It’s been too cold these two days.

👤: Southern kids.

XZ: :Then northerners also feel cold. Cold is cold.

(Okay, I know you have northerners in your family, next one)

👤When teasing XZ and WYB, XZ’s response was, “Hahaha” and send out red envelopes. As expected of Boss XZ.

I saw other people's submissions and came to do some post-sale service. I heard that XZ sang to put WYB to sleep. I know that there is indeed mmxhn, and there is a six-character song related to snow. (There are probably others somewhere that I don’t know about)

(12) like a fairy

XXX was wearing Iwj's white clothes for the first time

XX: Fairy, descended to earth to overcome the tribulation

XXX: Isn’t fairy a dog? You have so much information but no good words.

XX: Compliment you for being good-looking and handsome.wls, wow, so handsome!

XXX: xls looks better than me, our xls is so beautiful, ancestor of Yiling

XX: Stop, stop, it’s so shameful

*My favorite kind of rumor is when WYB goes gremlin on XZ! 😂😂😂😂

(13) cravings

WYB has been craving for "cai cai rice" recently, XZ told him many times that spring is not so good to have wild vegetables, even if they are cooked. WYB said he doesn’t care about wild vegetables he just wants to eat the vegetable rice cooked by XZ, but I don’t have that. It smells good, I just want to eat it.

In the end, he still didn’t get the cabbage meal, but freshly baked dumplings. WYB got a bargain and acted nice, he was acting coquettishly while eating.

* Oh to be WYB and have someone like XZ cook for youuuu 😍😍😍😍

-END.

P.S : this ye mi and xiao zhan AU pairing is living in my mind rent free. 🥵🥵🥵

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #accio victuuri translation #if it wasn’t obvious enough — i love stuff from fake house lol #THIS IS A WEEKEND TREAT TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAD A TOUGH WORK WEEK ☺️☺️☺️#YASSS LETS REFERENCE TAYLOR SWIFT FROM THE VAULT

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trentcrimminallybeautiful · 2 months ago

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2024 wrapped ! fic writing year in review ! whatever you want to call it ! even though it's the beginning of december !

i was tagged by: No one! I am doing it: Anyway !

note for my post specifically: some stats have been manually adjusted to account for "collection" fics (which i've largely stopped doing, but are still part of the stats in 2024) that have different oneshots in each chapter but count as one "work" on ao3. i'm also going to focus on my trentcrimminallybeautiful pseud and ted lasso related works for 99 percent of the post.

i spent so much time on this. and why? why. i have no idea. i don't know why i did this. i don't even have spotify.

special thanks to @fade-in-the-dark, for our long, riveting conversations, and @medecineformelancholy, whose clever thoughts and kind words have fueled many a fic-writing session <3

tags/rules & links to all fics mentioned under the cut.

rules: fuck da rules. post whatever stats you want. ao3 stats recommended for ease, but anything from quantitative (top 5 most bookmarked fic, most commented fic, most kudos'd fic, etc.; how many kudos/comments/bookmarks you got this year, longest/shortest, number of user subscriptions, top fandom written for, , word count, whatever you like) to qualitative (favorite fic written, favorite comment received, best smut/angst/fluff fic written, fic that was hardest to write, etc, get creative) to a secret third thing. it doesn't even have to be fanfiction you can talk about original fiction if you want. just have fun with it man. you can do plain text or fun little graphics. then tag some people. yay

tagging: no pressure, and you absolutely do not have to do the same level as what i've done, because i don't know why i did it at all. i mean you're welcome to, but please don't feel like you have to. you don't even have to do it at all, man. just have fun if you want to. hell, if you see this and i've not tagged you but you wanna do it, this is me tagging you. tag me as if i tagged you normally by name. it's fine. do it. and if you're tagged here and you don't wanna or whatever don't worry about it. it's cool. no problem

anyway, tagging: @mvshortcut get over here you rascal. @oflightningandstars @writer-and-thrasher @plentyghosts @fade-in-the-dark @thehouseofgrey @vamplanaut

all fics mentioned:

countdown, baby!

delayed reaction

fall into you, sweet thing

hold me down

lend you my lips

lightning and roses

mea culpa

melt like this

moonlight madness

{ pair / pretty / play }

rainy days

reflections

secure

stress relief

suffer the feathers for the song

vita nova

snippets, which were largely excluded from stats because it'd be a lot of work untangling them from one work tbh:

ted lasso tumblr snippets 3 - 8 through 12 done in 2024.

ted lasso snippets 4 - all done in 2024.

e-rated ted lasso snippets - just the fourth one done in 2024.

non ted lasso fics:

Bill Cipher Calls a Temporary Truce for Girl's Night????????? and other notes that Ford will HATE to read in the Journal later - Gravity Falls

dreams of falling - House MD

key without a lock - The Mysterious Benedict Society

The Did Nate Just Kill A Guy?!?! Job - Leverage

#tedependent #tedtrent #ted x trent #long post #my writing #gertspeak #im gonna tag this:#gertwrapped #so you can block this post if you want to lmao #described #trent crimm #ted lasso #since the majority of the fics are those #tag games #tag game

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kaija-rayne-author · 3 months ago

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Review 8 in series of Dragon Age Veilguard

60 hours in 58 actual gameplay

Something came to my attention. I need to make it crystal clear that I utterly love the diversity in DAV. It's fantastic. I'm also a heavily left leaning, non-binary, queer as fuck reviewer, editor, and author.

I'm on media blackout while I play this, so I'm only getting second-hand info on how awful it is right now in the DA Fandom. Please be safe and take care of yourselves. Arguing with incels and white supremacists is completely pointless. They sea lion worse than an actual sea lion. Your mental health is important.

Though, every single time the anti-queer brigade comes out for a new DA game, I sit there thinking 'have you bozos ever played any DA game, like, ever?' My guess is nope.

Part 7 is here.

Spoilers for Dragon Age Veilguard

Critical review CW strong language.

Well. If I'm right about who the Gloom Howler is, and I'm almost certain after the Cauldron... I really fucking question the reading comprehension of whoever wrote that arc.

She loathed doing what she was ordered to do to the griffins. She saved the last clutch of eggs, left secret clues on where to find the nest kept in stasis, and answered her calling early so no one could get the information out of her. All in the hope that future generations would be worthy of griffins again. And now she's doing the exact opposite? Seriously?

I mean, I'm aware that the supplementary material isn't something everyone is gonna read, but as far as I know the printed materials are considered canon. Which means they've taken a sad, epic story and completely reversed it in a retcon I'm not sure I can forgive them for.

I've marinated myself in the Lore of this world. That's an incredible disservice to her sacrifices to save the last remaining griffins. It's a disservice to the writer of Last Flight, too. That's not even touching on the 'of course when you shove a blade into the bones of a roughly 400 year dead arch demon... it will come out bloody?' Excuse me now? Someone has watched too much jurassic park, because that would be utterly impossible.

Once again, I'm asking myself What. The. Actual. Fuck. were the devs and writers thinking?

Surely they know at least some of us have read the printed stuff?

Did they think we'd have forgotten? Unfortunately for these retconning incompetents, (I am so, so sick of retconning in general, and fed the fuck up with it in this game) autistic and AuDHD folks like me tend to have razor keen memories about our special interests. Whoopsies.

Last Flight wasn't my fav of the books, but it was beautifully written and heartbreaking with a gleaming golden string of hope.

And this is the end of that story? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

I can honestly think of only one way they could make that make sense. And my trust in Bioware writers now lives below sewer level, so I'm not hopeful they'll go that way.

It's possible that I'm wrong, but understanding and critiquing media is my actual job when I'm not recovering from a pulmonary embolism. And yes, absolutely, I could've written far, far better material.

How. Can someone please tell me HOW a company that has something as successful as DAI under their belt... makes... this? I swear this game (DAV) is like some of the worst AI written shite I saw in ESO back when I played that years ago.

I guess I should say machine written. Whatever. I've heard ESO was doing that a long while ago. And the blah storylines and boring assed questlines proved it.

This game reminds me of that. Though, I think they were probably written by actual humans... I really have to question where exactly they scraped up the writers for them.

The street? A back alley? A mud pit? Did they give apes access to a keyboard and use whatever claptrap they came up with? (Yes. They did. Humans are apes.)

It's common enough in Hollyweird that writers working on a particular IP (intellectual property... IE Dragon Age or Witcher etc.) often utterly loathe the source material. I fail to understand why or how that would be okay, because we can fucking tell, you know? You can tell when a writer loves their work, and when they don't. And we wonder why so many things in hollyweird fail.

Is that what happened to DAV?

They had a fucking blueprint for fuck's sake! DAI was RIGHT THERE. It won GOTY if I recall correctly. No one wanted a game exactly like DAI but dear fucking gods something... not this... would've been far preferable. If they'd used DAI as a sort of map? A guideline or outline? DAV might’ve been a good game. And the sad part is that it actually could have been. With just a little more care, less streamlining to mediocrity, better editing and writing? This could've been another win for Bioware. As is, if it wins anything I'll be suspicious of bribery.

It's just so... meh. Where it's not outright bad.

And even though I'm under media blackout so I can write a truly unbiased review... it wouldn't surprise me if some fans were going gaga over this travesty of a game. Just because it has Dragon Age in the title.

It sucks when you want desperately to love something. But you just can't because you can see the flaws. And the flaws far, far outweigh the good parts.

And none of those good parts are even unique. They're just lifted from other games.

And I got the load up with no CC glitch again. Lost about an hour of playtime figuring out when it happened and which save to reload. I'd really hoped the damned hour long update would've taken care of that.

What a sad mess this game is.

Though on the positive, I do love the new takedown mechanic. And it's oddly satisfying to clear blight. I like tracking things. IRL too. I grew up in a subsistence hunting family. Though, I always just used a camera. I know how to track stuff, so that's fun. I like the ballista and zip lines. There are good parts of the game... but they aren't the parts that really matter.

I had to turn Taash down for Romance because it happened way too fast. I barely felt like I knew them, and my demi ass needs more than what we got before committing to a relationship.

It's warming up with Lucanis, Emmrich, and Davrin. I'm not decided yet. And this is where a polyam mod would be great. There's no reason polyam shouldn't have been included in the game. It could've been just a few characters okay with it like BG3, but the rep and possibilities would at least be there.

I'm incredibly fed the fuck up with the narrative that turns Solas into an awful person. They're trying so fucking hard to paint him that way. They're hammering it home so hard I really can't recommend (at this point) that Sollavellans play it. It's possible that will change, but... sigh. They've even got my Rook saying negative shit about him. Shouldn't that be a choice that I get to make about my Rook? How they feel about Solas?

And if I could kick the incredibly unintelligent and massively fucking annoying Lace Harding off a cliff, I absolutely would. Hard. And laugh while I did it.

Everyone blames Solas. Why is everyone so far up Mythal's asshole that they're forgetting it was always her requiring her bound servant IE enslaved spirit who never even wanted a body (forgetting that part?) Solas to do what she said. That he tried over and over again to dissuade her?

You know, as a friend said, they could've hired a bunch of Ao3 fic writers and paid them in pizza or waffles and come out with better story lines than this.

Oh, but no, it's all Solas's fault. And the narrative is so fucking heavy handed on that that it's honestly nauseating me a little.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Section 9 here.

#dragon age veilguard #veilguard #da veilguard #dragonage #dragon age #dragon age Veilguard review #dragon age Veilguard critical #Bioware Critical #Veilguard Spoilers

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