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[4000screamingbirbs]

Alright let’s get this over with!

I am a pagan, it’s not the same as Wicca although a lot of pagans are Wiccan and a lot of wiccans are pagan. I refer to myself as a green witch and perform rituals to honor my gods/goddesses. I will be posting about my rituals and probs my Samhain altars, etc.. If you are uncomfortable with seeing pagan/Wicca/spooky things go ahead and block Samhain, as that’s what I will tag my posts with. I do not sacrifice animals nor do I mess with talking to the dead, curses, or any sort of harm to anyone or anything else, so nothing I post will be about that. And for the love of all things, do not msg or send some dumbass anon telling me I’m going to hell, just leave, first off I won’t see it cus I’m on mobile, secondly, hun, idc.

[fruitcoops]

could you do prompt 78 + 79 for coops or oknutzy?

Hello anon! I combined a few different asks for this long-awaited smut. It clocks in at 3820 words and took me about four hours to write; enjoy! This follows events from Tiktok Trend #19. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for a fabric gag and the resulting difficulty with speech

Prompt 78: “What did you just say?”

Prompt 79: “Make me”

“Is it away?” Remus asked as he straddled Sirius’ waist, running his hands up and down his chest.

“It’s away, it’s away, I promise,” Sirius panted.

He stopped moving. “Are you sure? Because I really don’t want an accidental sex tape on Tiktok.”

Sirius groaned in frustration and pointedly turned his phone off, shutting it in the nightstand drawer for good measure. “There. Are we good?”

“I dunno…” Remus trailed one finger in a slow line down his torso, pulling back just before the waistline of those ridiculously tight boxer briefs. Sirius rarely wore them—the soft, snug fabric had an unexplainable effect on Remus that resulted in many, many long nights after fancy events. “I might have to make you wait for it.”

“Why?” Sirius pouted, grinding up slightly. “That’s not very nice of you.”

“Since when am I nice?” Remus teased, leaning down to kiss him. He closed his eyes partway there, fully expecting to feel soft lips pressing against his own, only for the world to turn upside-down as Sirius flipped them. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“We’re not doing teasing right now,” Sirius said, skimming his hands down Remus’ ribs and sliding his thighs up. “At least, you’re not teasing me.”

“Are you sure? Last I checked, you liked it when I teased you for hours, and hours, and hours.” A light shiver ran down Sirius’ body and he grinned. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“Shhh.” Sirius held his finger against Remus’ lips, and he nipped at it lightly. “Hey, that was rude.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“If you want to be good, you’ll have to cut that out.”

Remus leaned up on his elbows until their faces were a mere few inches apart. A challenge lit in Sirius’ eye and he smirked. “Who says I want to be good?”

“You always want to be good.” Sirius’ hands curled around his waist as their noses brushed; Remus could practically taste his anticipation. “And part of being good is learning to shut the fuck up sometimes.”

Remus bit down on the edge of his jaw, making him gasp, then leaned back. “Make me.”

He was flat on his back in the blink of an eye, one of Sirius’ hands holding both his wrists above his head and his thighs pinning Remus’ hips down. He rummaged in the nightstand for a second without breaking eye contact. “You really want to go there?”

“I really do.”

“I’m not going to go easy on you.”

“You better not. If you do, I’m going to—” Remus’s threat was cut off by a wad of something that was suddenly stuffed in his mouth, which was a shame, because he knew it would have been kinky enough to catch Sirius off-guard. His eyes went wide and his breath stuttered.

“Is that okay?” Sirius asked, slowly letting go of his wrists. Remus felt around it with his tongue and teeth: it was small enough not to cut off his airflow, but present enough to make him feel a flutter of something incredibly exciting. He nodded, and Sirius visibly relaxed.

“Whuh iff—” This time, Remus stopped himself short. Gag. Right. Can’t talk. And, oh, wasn’t that an interesting development? He shifted under Sirius, adjusting to the feeling as he tried to work his tongue into a better position. “Whuh iff ih?”

Sirius’ pupils dilated and a sense of satisfaction made Remus’ toes curl. This was turning Sirius on just as much as it was making his own brain foggy. “Are you asking what it is?” He nodded, and Sirius pulled it back out. The tie was a little damp from being in his mouth, but otherwise exactly as it had been the last time they used it for winding around Sirius’ wrists. “I thought you might recognize it.”

“Well, it was a little out of my eyeline,” he said drily. When Sirius rolled his eyes, he nudged him none too gently with his knee. “What are you waiting for? Put it back.”

“Safeword?”

“That’s not going to be very helpful.”

Sirius frowned, studiously ignoring the small rolls of Remus’ hips in the way only he could. “If you want it off, tap me twice on the shoulder, okay?”

“Got it.” He practiced once for confirmation. “What if I want to smack your ass instead?”

The heavy sigh that earned him was well worth the trouble; within a couple seconds, Sirius had fitted the fabric between his teeth and tied it at the nape of his neck. “Shoulder only. Does that feel good? Not too tight?”

In response, Remus bit down on it and grinned up at him.

“One of these days, you’re going to kill me,” Sirius said as he began working a hickey on his pulse point. “I’ll just keel over and you’ll have to explain to everyone what happened. Here lies Sirius Black, who up and died because his wickedly hot husband was just too fucking kinky.”

That word—that goddamn word. Husband. Remus gripped his biceps as a wave of tingles washed over him and Sirius raised an eyebrow in question. “Hubban’?” he managed.

“I assume we’ll be married by that point.” The twinkle in his eye did not go unnoticed as he turned back to his work. “Knowing us, the wedding night is probably what’ll do me in.”

“Oo lub ih.”

“I do love it.” He moved back up until they were eye to eye. “I love you.”

“Shallig.”

“What?”

“Shallig,” Remus tried again, frustrated. He hitched his thighs around Sirius’ sharp hipbones, holding tight as he tugged down. “Yur shallig.”

“I’m stalling?” Sirius laughed, kissing his forehead. “I’m telling you I love you.”

“I lub oo hoo, c’mon.” He was perfectly aware of the whine creeping into his voice, thank you very much; the smug look on Sirius’ face was completely unnecessary (but still appreciated).

“Ugh, you’re so needy,” Sirius sighed as he began leaving open-mouthed kisses down Remus’ chest with a playful smile.

“Needy?” Indignation flamed in his throat and he struggled to sit up. That was the most coherent word he had managed yet—Sirius looked a little surprised. “Needy? Me? Oo bah-uhmed fer a week buhcuz he wuff tired? Oo—”

“Okay, okay, don’t hurt yourself,” Sirius laughed, placing a series of small kisses to his cheeks and forehead. “I was teasing you, sweetheart, you’re not needy. You know, the whole point of the gag is that you don’t talk…”

“Awrigh, uh’ll be quofhjshf.” He frowned. “Quhsdfhjgh. Fuckin’—Uh. Wiw. Be. Quruwiyyfh.”

“You’ll be quiet?” Sirius offered, biting down a grin when Remus nodded in exasperation and settled back onto the mattress. “Good to know. I don’t think you can do it, but you’re welcome to give it a shot.”

Remus immediately started sitting up again, only for Sirius’ palm on his sternum to press him right back down.

“No.”

There you are. He closed his eyes as Sirius’ lips feathered above his navel, but the combination of losing both sight and speech was off-putting. Not in a bad way, just…different. More different than he was planning on experiencing tonight. He opened them again just as a warm mouth closed over the outside of his underwear, and stretched upward, reaching to the headboard for some sense of stability. “Mmmmm.”

“Still okay, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm.” Remus reached down to slide his underwear out of the way, only for Sirius to bat at his hands. “Mmm.”

“I said no.”

“Yeff, Cabdin,” he said with gentle mockery.

Sirius rested his chin on his hands and Remus mentally kicked himself for the loss of contact. “You’re really going for it tonight, aren’t you?”

“Shoo me, ‘m horny.”

Both of them burst out laughing at that and Sirius kissed him just above the edge of the gag at each corner of his mouth. “I love you so much.”

“Uh lub oo hoo.” He couldn’t really smile, but he hoped Sirius could feel the overwhelming affection radiating off him all the same. “Pleev fuck me.”

“I’m getting there, be patient!” Thankfully, Sirius hooked his fingers in the band of his underwear and pulled them off before scooting between his legs once more. “Are you going to be good for me now?”

“…uh’ll think uhbut ih.” Remus hummed as Sirius’ mouth closed over the top of his dick. “Duhn get yer hobes up.”

Sirius moved to lick along the shaft. “My hopes are up because I know you, sweetheart. Ten minutes and you’ll be a mess.”

Remus couldn’t even argue with that—he was already halfway there. Ten minutes may as well have been a millennium. Sirius finally took him all the way in after a few more minutes of working him up and Remus moaned, twisting a handful of the pillow in his grasp. “Unh.”

“What?”

He blinked some of the haze away. “Huh?”

“Thought you said something, never mind.” Sirius dipped down again, taking him until the head of his dick brushed the back of his throat and Remus shuddered with the effort of keeping himself still. Sirius groaned as he pulled lightly on his hair and Remus’ whole chest hitched at the vibration. He sat up just as Remus began teetering on the edge and smoothed his hands down his legs. “Good?”

“Uh-huh,” Remus grabbed his forearms and tugged. “Duhn stah, duhn stah pleev.”

“Don’t stop?” At his frantic nod, Sirius detached himself and leaned to the side. A broken cry escaped Remus’ mouth—immediately, he turned back, concerned. “What’s wrong?”

“Duhn leeb,” he begged. “Duhn leeb, suh close.” An aftershock ran through him like electricity and his legs twitched.

“Is it too much?” Sirius asked gently. Remus shook his head desperately. “Okay, okay, easy, sweetheart.” The nickname spurred an indescribable feeling to roll over him, making his eyes flutter shut as he flexed his hands around Sirius’ arms. Had he always been that strong, or were Remus’ senses just fucking with him? “Remus, I need you to look at me.”

With monumental effort, he opened his eyes and focused on Sirius. “Hmm?”

A shaky exhale left his lungs and he began rubbing his palms along Remus’ arms. “I know you’re super turned on right now, but you’ve got to calm down a little bit. Is it alright if I get the lube?”

Lube. He’s getting lube. He’s going to fuck me. Oh, god.

“Remus?” His eyes had glazed over and he quickly found Sirius again, nodding slowly. “Do you want me to take the gag off?”

Another head shake.

“It’s okay if you don’t last very long.” Sirius licked his lips like his mouth was dry and brushed a sweat-damp curl out of Remus’ eyes. “I might not either, to be honest.”

Vaguely, Remus wondered if his nose was whistling or if he was just whining on every breath. Mysteries of the world, he thought giddily as Sirius uncapped the familiar bottle and spread some on his fingers.

It took a bit to get the first finger in—Remus was wound up wire-tight and nearly bruised Sirius’ wrist when his thighs snapped closed on the initial press, making them both gasp. “Suhrry, suhrry.”

“Shh, just take some deep breaths for me,” Sirius said as he began moving it at a steady pace. Remus stared up at the ceiling and tried to calm himself; inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale—

“Ohhhhh.” The second finger added an extra pressure that he hadn’t known he needed. One more and then he’ll fuck you. Just hang on for one more. In and out, Lupin, come on.

“Sweetheart?” Sirius swam into his field of view and he sighed, feeling every muscle loosen just slightly. Safe, he thought deliriously. That’s safe. “Re, I’m going to do four, alright? It’s just—you’re really tight today and I don’t want to hurt you.”

He felt his eyes go huge at the thought.

Sirius quickly backpedaled. “No, hey, don’t panic, we can just do this. I am one hundred percent okay with fingering you or giving you a blowjob, I promise. We don’t have to do anything else.”

Remus huffed. “Uh wahn ih.”

“Honey, I can’t understand you:” Sirius pressed his lips together and reached for the knot. “Maybe we should take this off—”

“Nuh!” Remus tilted his head sideways before he touched it. “Nuh-uh. M’okay. Oo wahn to take ih off?”

Sirius hesitated. “Not really…”

He reached up, cupping Sirius’ face between his palms and pulling him down until their foreheads touched. “M’okay. Promise. ‘s good. If oo wahn ih, ‘n uh wahn ih, ‘s okay. Uh lub you.”

A small smile tilted the corner of his mouth. “Hey, you got a whole word there.”

“Shush,” Remus laughed, swatting his chest as he sat up again. Unfortunately, the hard ‘sh’ sound dampened the tie even further and he made a face at the wetness gathering around his lips.

“Do you want me to go a little slower?” Sirius asked as he slicked up a third finger. Remus gave him a look. “Or not.”

--

Sirius was ninety-nine percent sure he was going to spontaneously combust before he even got his dick involved. Just blowing Remus and hearing the noises he made around that damn tie was nearly enough to get him off untouched; it was equal parts thrilling and terrifying to think about actually being inside him.

The fourth finger slid in surprisingly easily compared to the first three, which had threatened to snap off every time a new wave of pleasure made Remus seize up from head to toe and drew stifled moans from that beautiful throat. The constant litany of come on come on come on was driving him crazy, but he was afraid that if he let go too much they would both just dissolve.

“Alright, sweetheart, are you ready?” he asked as he lubed his dick up and moved to look at Remus properly. His eyes were glassy and his lips were shiny around the soaked fabric; he had never looked more beautiful as he nodded, mumbling something incoherent.

Remus was blazing hot as he pushed in, moreso than Sirius had ever felt. He swallowed around the lump in his throat and kept going, inch by inch, until their hips were flush together and gasping whimpers accompanied the majority of Remus’ breaths.

“Are you okay?”

Remus seemed to snap out of his daze at that, sliding his arms down Sirius’ back with hard pressure. “Mhmm.”

“Good job.” Fuck, no! He gasped at the sudden tightness around his dick as Remus absorbed the praise. He had tried to avoid it up until now for exactly that reason.

“Muh,” Remus demanded breathlessly.

“Move?”

He made a face. “Muh.”

“More?” Bright eyes and a nod. “You want me to talk more or move more?”

Remus paused for a moment. “Boff?”

“I can do both, yeah,” Sirius laughed, kissing the corner of his lip. “You’re so beautiful like this.”

The pads of Remus’ fingers pressed down hard into his back as he rocked in a bit and a low groan rumbled against his chest.

“You are, sweetheart. You’re such a chatterbox, but you’re being so good for me right now.” He made a path of feather-light kisses up Remus’ neck. “Earlier, you were pushing every button you could find, but this is what you were after all along, huh?”

Remus nodded and his eyes rolled back as Sirius angled upward, drawing a strangled yelp from him.

“Two taps if it’s too much, Re,” he murmured as he picked up the pace. Muffled and slurred strings of sentences jumbled together. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Tu es débauché, mon coeur. Like a fallen angel.”

“ ‘n angel th’ts getting’ fucked by ‘is fiancé.”

“Exactly.” Sirius smiled when he saw the sharp edges of a grin forming on Remus’ face. Oh, you’re so out of it, he thought as Remus’ leg pressed into his side. Look who’s laughing now. “Hey.”

“Ngh?”

“I love you.” Remus mumbled a response and his abdomen jolted. That’s fun. “Remus, I love you.”

“Uh lub—hnnn.” The words stuck somewhere in his mouth as a shaky moan took their place and he pushed back into Sirius’ thrusts. “Uh lub, uh lub, oh fuck.”

“Are you almost there?” Remus nodded with a breathless whine. “Alright, hold on.”

He moved to pull out and get more lube, but Remus’ thighs squeezed around him and stopped him in his tracks. “Nuh.”

“Wh—” Sirius tilted to the side a bit, but found he really couldn’t move much, even though Remus’ legs shook with the strain. “Re, I was going to get more lube.”

“Duhn need ih. All good.” He tugged at his shoulders, clearly trying to pull him back down. “Pleev, b’by.”

He raised his eyebrows and slowly returned to his previous position, sinking in to the hilt as Remus’ breaths caught in his chest. “Is this what you want?” After taking a moment to catch up, he nodded quickly. “You’re so cute, oh my god. You’re barely even here right now, huh?”

Some of the blissed-out haze melted away and Remus gave him an indignant look. “ ‘m here. Bold iff oo t’assume yer thah good.”

“I think it’s a safe assumption.”

“Mehbeh.”

“Mhmm.”

“Yer thah good, who’m uh kiddig.” Remus settled his shoulders back and sighed. “ ‘s good, Shurrus. ‘s good.” He frowned suddenly. “Shurrus. Shur-ee-ush.” His frown became a pout and he made a disgruntled noise.

“What?”

“Can’t shay yer name,” he said sadly. “Sheer-ee-us. Ha! Clohsh ‘nuff.”

Warm adoration wove through every fiber of Sirius’ being and he sighed happily. “You’re amazing.”

“Why’re oo lookin’ ah me like tha’?” A smile crinkled the edges of his eyes. “ ‘m all shlobbery.”

“You’re a little slobbery,” Sirius admitted, kissing his cheek. “But you’re still amazing. Ready?”

“Pleev.”

So he might have gone back on his original plan of taking it slow. Just maybe. But, hey, riling Remus up was fun. Sue him.

Sure enough, Remus was a mess within ten minutes. Far less than that, actually; the choked moans and wavering cries that slipped around the gag he held between clenched teeth started up almost immediately after Sirius wrapped one of his legs around his waist and lifted his hips off the mattress just right.

“You sound so good, sweetheart,” he said lowly, scraping his teeth over Remus’ collarbone as he scrambled for purchase on his shoulder blades. The nickname made him whine. “If you calm down a bit, you’ll remember this better.”

Remus shook his head frantically and his hair fell into his eyes.

“Shhh.” Sirius ran his fingers through his curls, then kept his hand there to cradle the side of his head. “Shhh, mon coeur, I’ve got you.”

The dry sobs catching and releasing in his throat would have worried Sirius if he didn’t look so damn happy, staring up at the ceiling with half-open eyes. A constant string of muffled words replaced the noises as a flush spread up his chest and his hold tightened.

“What are you saying, Re?” He mouthed along his neck and Remus shivered, but never stopped talking. Realization hit Sirius like a puck to the face—I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. It never ended, never faltered, even as Remus’ back arched. “I love you, too.”

That was the tipping point. Remus’ hand slammed down to the mattress with a dull thud and he groaned, going rigid before falling completely limp. Sirius thrusted in half a dozen times before following suit; every time, it felt like he was grabbing Remus’ hand and leaping over a cliff into deep water below. He gasped into his neck, feeling a clumsy hand comb through the slightly-too-long hair above his ear as a low voice mumbled assurances to him.

“Sheer-ee-ush, you wi’ me?” Remus’ voice was hoarse and unbearably comforting. He was so careful with Sirius’ name, so deliberate in getting it right. It made his heart pound.

“Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart.” He pulled out and they both winced a little bit, but he dragged himself up to fumble with the knot at the base of Remus’ neck all the same. “When did this move?”

Remus licked his lips as the tie came out of his mouth and raised an eyebrow. “It’s cute that you think I was paying attention to that,” he croaked, laughing slightly as Sirius shook his head with a smile.

“Sorry, I should’ve known. Oh, ouch.” He ran the pad of his thumb along the faint red marks left by the fabric and frowned. “Are you okay?”

“I’m so okay, you have no idea.” Remus paused and cocked his head. “A little damp. A little sticky. Definitely want to wash my face and have some tea before I lose my voice. Do you still have the good chapstick?”

“Yeah, it’s in the bathroom, I think.” Sirius scooted over and Remus slung his legs over the bed with a soft groan. He managed to stand up a whole six inches before sitting back down.

“Legs are still kind of shaky, never mind.”

“Kind of?”

“A lot. I really want a nap.”

“I’m going to go to the bathroom really quick and then I think I’ll join you in that,” Sirius said as he stood up, stumbling slightly while he tugged his sweatpants on for warmth. The bathroom floor was ice-cold compared to their bed and he grabbed what he needed at light speed: chapstick, water glass, damp washcloth, done.

“What, no tea?” Remus teased when he returned and handed him the washcloth. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome, love.” He drank half the cup in two gulps before handing it to Remus, who was still scrubbing his face clean. “Are you sure you’re alright? The tie was pretty tight at the end there.”

Remus glanced over at him. “Mhm, I’m just still all buzzy. That was perfect. How about you?”

Sirius snorted. “Très bien. This was all part of your plan, wasn’t it?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I thought you were extra chatty today. How long have you been sitting on this?” Remus stayed quiet, but the edge of his mouth twitched. “Re.”

“Since I tied your wrists.”

“A month?!” Sirius let his head fall back against the headboard. “We could have been doing this for a month?”

“Maybe not a month straight,” Remus laughed, setting the cloth and water cup on his nightstand and dragging Sirius under his arm for a snuggle. “I definitely blacked out once or twice there.”

Sirius let himself go boneless and they slid down with the combined weight, pulling the blankets up to their shoulders as Remus laid his head on his chest. “I meant it, you know.”

“Meant what?”

“You’re amazing.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, baby.” Sirius could feel Remus smiling against his skin as they drifted off together.

[nighttimepixels]

TALK TO US ABOUT MASS EFFECT I HAVE BEEN AN INSANE MASS EFFECT/SHAKARIAN TRASH PERSON SINCE 20-FUCKING-11 AND LEMME TELL YOU THOSE FEELINGS HAVENOT TARNISHED A SINGLE FRACTION IN THOSE TEN YEARS OH MY GOOOOOOODDDSSSS!!!!!!!

I DEMAND A PLAY-BY-PLAY UP TO THE MINUTE OF YOUR REACTIONS TO EVERYTHING!!!!

you are so valid and I totally see why everyone I've ever mentioned it to loves the hell out of it

aksdjlsdfj I meannnn if you want to hear my rambling about it then hell yeah

Okay, gonna put this below the cut to save everyone else XD also- since I'm not leaving this Mass Effect obsession anytime soon, if you're not interested in seeing occasional posts about it, please feel free to block the tag "night plays ME"~

(mild spoilers ahead??)

((also for real I mean it when I say this is rambling as hell lol, apologies and no stress if absolute no one reads all this))

OKAY SO Mass Effect 1-

Stars help me, I was honestly hooked right from the start?? Like even in Legendary Edition (the combined trilogy just re-released in one "can play it on one system + minor improvements", for anyone who doesn't know) where it's smoothed out, of course it's obvious that ME1 is a decade old... but the foundation for these relationships are all there and gods I love them already.

Like - Kaiden right off the top is a delightful good fightin lad, what the hell. I've heard that he's viewed as 'bland' by a good portion of the fan community but I dunno, he's a delight and even more complex by the time 2 rolls around and you encounter him on Horizon, it was honestly Ashley I was way more meh about - mostly because before you can learn about her family history/etc, she comes off as hella xenophobic and I was immediately offended for my growing space family that she didn't like/trust all the aliens around, pfff.

(she gets redeemed a bit through further actions/evolving thoughts, but I thought in retrospect it was a bummer that they didn't flip the order there, give her a chance to be liked before the complicating factor of being so rude about aliens >:c that then she could grow from... ah well. Apparently she has a good arc but uh, let's just say I chose Kaiden at the "key junction" in the latter part of the game so I won't be seeing anymore of Ashley uh... anytime soon, haha.)

Garrus??? Is??????? The ABSOLUTE best???????????

I liked him from the start, I'm always a bit of a sucker for a rogue-detective "the system won't bring this bastard to justice, so I've got to" type and all their moral shadiness XD But he just gets better, honestly, and where I'm at in ME2 (right before the Reaper IFF mission, as of typing this, with everyone's loyalty!) I am only digging myself deeper into this hole-

-*wheezing* okay anyways -

Wrex is AMAZING I love fightin' middle-aged krogan bastard, gods. Liara is great too, I'm a sucker for a wlw relationship (playing fem!Shepard, so) - buuuut I'll admit she's a bit more one-note in ME1. Last week while I was still on ME1 I remember hearing (while trying to dodge spoilers) that her arc is really good, though. I think they leaned a little hard on the 'innocent but sexy' sterteotype on her (so despite the yikes aspect of a few of the things I've learned in ME2, lol, I actually really like the complexity that's been added to her character.)

Saved Liara first, so by the time I got to Noveria and had the standoff with Benezia there was the chance to have emotions over Liara having to face her TwT and of course, I made the questionable but quality decision to free Queen Rachni heheh. no ragrets

More than a blow-by-blow of my choices though I totally wanna take the chance to say that even in the mild jankiness of ME1 (goddammit, the Mako.... please..... please just go up this impossible cliff I just want to resource hunt-) the way that the lore, both obvious/key to main plot and the lesser/filler/background/world-building kinds... I just love it. It incorporates it well, you can go ham in the codex learning more, or just dive into the basics - it's clearly a complex galaxy (and they do an even better job in 2 of fleshing it out further), and it never really felt overwhelming. It was pretty natural figuring it all out-!

Plus the interesting implications of resource hunting amongst the sapient races, and the little side missions you better bet I did every one of- there's so much rich depth in the story if you do 'em!! (And that lead with that Keeper side mission...? Looking back, damn, clever foreshadowing-!!!)

And oh my gods, Ilios??? hell yeah. I loved that mission so much, especially having Garrus & Kaiden with me when talking to the hologram/computer, and more than anything, that last sprint in the Mako trying to get to the jump before it closed-???

yeet the boi-

Also mannn I love a good setpiece, and having to go up the side of the elevator, space-side?? such a cool setup!!

Plus it felt good having been Paragon enough (as simple as the good v bad vibe system is, I don't hate it, lol) to avoid one of the Saren fights, ngl. And the er, "second fight" with Sovereign-Saren.... hell yeah

... I'll admit I had to double check my choice re whether to save the Council. I did in the end, but I swear, sometimes the way they phrase things I'm like ".... okay but Garrus is right, defeating Sovereign is more important than these few leaders??????" woops. Listen, priorities, is all I'm saying..... (￣ヮ￣|||)ゞ

'Course later they emphasize (in ME2) that there were 10,000 people on that same ship and I was like well I wouldn't have second guessed if I'd known that, I mean c'mon-

Also I did indeed romance Liara in this one, so I got that scene ;Dc But,,,, I also knew by the end that I was totally gonna romance Garrus in 2 since he's an option then finally,,,,, lemme tell you the guilt as I waffled over whether to romance Liara bc of it. hahaha.

Aaaaand Mass Effect 2-

So I'm only up to right before the Reaper IFF Mission, so I don't know the ending, etc etc lol. That said, I've just finished every side mission I've found with the exception of the Shadowbroker Quest and the Arrival Quest (I've heard the latter basically leads into ME3, and the former is best either right before the Omega 4 jump or in postgame).

So from the start - fuck yeah fuck yeah what a high adrenaline start Shepard noooooo but also yes save Joker aH-

The motion comic too hot damn nice job

I loved this setup, seriously - especially forcing Shep into this situation, having to work with/for Cerberus, and the compelling reasoning given behind "why" they do what they do (I especially found it a good point that the Salarians have the Task Force, the Asaris the Commandos, the Turians the- etc... like, true, when you put it like that, having a similar group advancing human interests/solving human interstellar problems is pretty reasonable...). That said, I love too that it really isn't shied away from how Cerberus is nonetheless fucked up - or its at least done fucked up stuff.

Listen, I still think some messed up stuff is gonna be revealed in 2's endgame......... after that Horizon mission and the Collector's ship???? TIM I SEE YOU YOU SHADY MF-

aaanyways lol...

I'm so so glad on a gameplay level they nixed the Mako style exploration. A few Hammerhead missions are fine and a lot more focused than the slippery ass navigation in that glorified ATV, pfff. The probes are a neat way of getting after similar resources - and more importantly, having good levels and some good hubs (the Zakera Wards, Omega, Ilium, etc) is way way more fun than having a more 'sprawling' space that is.... a lot of empty nonsense, lol.

Then there's the fact that we get Joker right off the bat and you can interact with him so much - and him and EDI??? Get out gods I love them. Kasumi is so right when she says they sound like a bickering old married couple lol. I have a terrible feeling that some shit is gonna happen with EDI..... but I don't think she's evil as-is, at least.

Side-eying the hell out of those "access forbidden" parts of her that she doesn't even know.... and the fact that her AI core has a locked door access................... something's gonna happen gdi LEAVE OUR ADOPTED AI ALONE.

(Also Joker pls stop fracturing your thumb on the mute button)

Also please save me there are so many hot aliens in this game,,,,, the xeno/monsterfuckers really comin' through strong in the sequels............... doin' the lord's work........................................

In general, I love how many levels ME stepped up in two with complexity and interwoven narratives!! Like, to the point it'd be almost a drag to replay ME1, even though it was fun going through it (if occasionally a bit tedious with the cookie cutter rando planet science/mine facilities, lol). Like, just from how fun and interesting ME2 is, mostly! more of all the pre-introduced races, plus new ones, plus more filling in of intragalactic politics, and more interesting implications of all these space-faring races mixing....

Also gods WREX and his planet holy shit,,,,, fuckin' hell yeah my man get their shit together and also adopt Grunt yes good-

And Mordin??? My singing semi-evil scientist best friend forced to confront his choices more than he thought he ever would have???? With some of the best ongoing general report chatter of all the companions??

(when I tell you I choked on my coffee when I talked to him after confirming romance choice w/ Garrus and that 'pamphlet' and 'anaphalactic shot if ingesting-' kajsldkfjsldfjk)

Like, fuck, the fact that they actually dive into the mixed morality and horrors of the genophage, and you can confront Mordin on it, for good reason, yet he still stands his ground, until finally some bits of his loyalty mission seem to... affect him, and I'm guessing might set up things for 3 with him? Unsure, but either way, damn, the fact that they start to dig into it...

And Taliiiii my beloved forbidden alien wife TwT her loyalty mission was SO GOOD. I love how varied they all are?? Getting to defend her and discover what she'd unwittingly been a part of-!!

Zaeed is a bastard but tbh I love that he is and that he's unapologetic in him - and Kasumi omg, best thief. A heist?? Gods, yes- I love our couch lounge chats XD

Samara is..... illegally.......... she's an illegally powerful and beautiful and eloquent MILF...........................

(.... listen I'm sapphic as hell and I'm kicking my own ass for picking her up last aksjdlfksjdfl - but her loyalty mission, damn. And seeing how there's this interesting cultural subset, and the struggle with the Asari in that they unquestioningly accept/respect justicars, but also know that the impact outside their culture is a diplomacy nightmare waiting to happen-)

,.,,,,,T,,, Thane,,,,,

I am weak for morally implicated murder dads okay?? And that voice??? His mannerisms?????? How you first see him, and that prayer after assassinating her...???????? And his history/his people's history with the hanar, gods I love how messy it is, it feels so much more real!

Also Jack is a mess and I love her (and want to get her some therapy, omg), and her and Miranda nearly duking it out after you've done both their loyalty missions??? so good and makes a lot of sense-! Honestly I would love more interactions between teammates on the ship, but there's already so much the devs had to balance I can't blame 'em for minimizing, heh. But suffice to say I also love Miranda and Jacob, even if I'm softest for my alien crew XD Hell yeah Jacob, we'll get loud and spill drinks on the citadel indeed TwT

.... I could write a whole essay on how much I love Garrus oTL Perhaps because he and Tali are the throughlines from 1 on your 2 crew, I have some of the strongest feelings about them... but genuinely, he was one of my favorite companions in the first game, and how you find him as Archangel in two? Getting to help him fight his way out after he's gone nearly 48 hours straight fighting off three gangs alone, jfc. His vengeance quest and what can happen there.... That line? fuck me, that line -

It's so much easier to see the world in black and white. Grey? I don't know what to do with gray...

How DARE you come for my heart like this, devs holy shit

(also, some other choice faves so far from the series from him include We can disobey suicidal orders?? and This wasn't in my training manual... [in 1, if you have him with you @ th Thorian fight] and his whole.... pop the heat sink - in his romance ;Dc)

asdasdfksadjfkl like I said I can write an essay on him PFFF suffice to say I'm very looking forward to his romance scene and where things go in 3

But yeah gods I'm just gonna keep rambling if I'm not careful lol. Gods I don't even know what to talk about it's all so good and while I can understand people roasting the obviousness of Paragon V Renegade (v neutral) choices/alignments, I think they do a pretty damn good job in 2 of pushing it further - to the point that there were some times that I accidentally got renegade points and I wasn't that mad, haha. There's so much fun in the interactions that I just have a good time anyways~

I have so many thoughts about TIM (The Illusive Man) and Cerberus.... theories evolving galore............... and like, what the hell!! Omega 4 going to the center of the galaxy is such a cool twist, goddamn - though my heart still breaks at losing Kaiden (his line if you haven't romanced him?? about feeling like he lost a limb when he lost you??? holy shit.... but I also can't blame him for not trusting Cerberus to the point of it affecting his ability to trust Shepard... like fuck Shep go after himmmm) I'm really excited to see where that goes since he comes back in 3, and what the fuck happens with Cerberus bc while I love the fact that obviously there are a lot of people in it for the right reasons, doing good work, there are those that are doing the opposite, and I have a very bad feeling about where TIM will end up landing....

All that said though I need to do the Reaper IFF mission (where I'm lightly spoiled as to getting That Boy, but not how/what happens to make it so - just that it's apparently wise to have all your side missions done before getting him...) and the actual Omega 4 jump. So we'll see what happens and what I think about it from there heheh!

.... major kudos and genuine props if you made it here to the end, I am so sorry for not editing on condensing all this, and appreciate you so much ;w;

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Hell Hall | AU

They were going to die, why the hell had he agreed to this? Forrest’s hands ran over his face. If they didn’t die, their parents were going to kill them. King Eric was going to kill them for bringing Atlanta. This was already a mess. Thankfully, Evie had given them disguises, told them how to fit in, though that felt like it was going to be easier for the likes of the other guys. Alaric, Jun and Herkie were all trained warriors. Christian and Atlanta both knew how to be rebellious. This was the most rebellious thing Forrest had ever taken part in. But Evie had told them that there was a monthly party hosted by Carlos’ ex-henchmen - Harry and Jace.

Despite his apprehension, he was curious as to what the isle was like. Ever since Forrest was a boy, he’d always felt a pull towards the Isle and now that he was here? The conditions were more horrific than he could have ever imagined and for the first time, he was extremely disappointed in his parents as blaring music got louder as they reached Hell Hall.

Herkie knew that Forrest was terrified, he was too. They were literally walking into the hornet’s nest and hitting it with a cricket bat. But his father had been telling him that the Isle wasn’t as bad as Mal and her friends were making out, so the demigod wanted to come see for himself. Plus Jay had mention that the women of the isle were dangerously gorgeous and that was something that he just couldn’t quite let pass him by seeing. The Isle women in their home, because Auradon brought them over, before they were forced to heed to Auradon’s standards.

As the stepped inside Hell Hall, the scene was like nothing he’d ever seen - even at Revant’s club. The young women were grinding against the guys in ways that made his body ache for something similar. There was alcohol everywhere, but he was fairly sure not many here were the right legal age. There were fights breaking out in all different corners of the room. “Too late to back out now guys.”

Harriet Hook was one of those said fights. Jace had decided to touch her ass on her way past leading her to draw a dagger from her boot and pin him against the wall by the blade. “We’ve talked ab’ot this before. Ye touch me, I cut ye.” the henchman whimpering under her grip made her roll her eyes in disappointment. It was no fun if they didn’t fight back. Dark eyes fell on a group who just entered, but the pirate figured they were from the witching territory. She didn’t know of many witches other than Cain’s coven after all.

So she ignored them and instead settled down on one of the couches, her legs moving to lie over the top of Hermione’s. “Do ye think Circe would be terribly if Jace came out o’ this party with a missin’ hand?” Of course would, but Harriet was killing time before her best friend got here. The Heart’s, always fashionably late as was proper for royalty.

Hermione’s eyes rolled as Harriet draped herself over her. The pirate Captain clearly bored without her usual posse here yet. “I think Circe would be upset if her heavy muscle for lifting her materials suddenly weren’t able to lift anymore.” Someone had to cart the huge rolls of material for the DeVil girl. It have been a while since the last older VK party had occurred in Hell Hall. The older VK’s appeared to just be chilling while the younger ones acted like hormone driven harpies.  Though that was an insult to the harpies.

The soldier’s daughter was content sitting here watching. It was her excuse for getting her off her shift at the Tavern that Gaston had wanted her to pick up. As soon as the Heart’s appeared, Harriet would leave her to go be with them which would give the blonde some peace from unpleasant small talk and as iff right on cue, Harriet was up and moving as soon as she saw a face she recognised.

Freddie was last to the party, her dad had kept her later than he had promised at the Arcade and had only let her go after her eyes had flickered for a millisecond in annoyance. Her brother wasn’t here, neither was the coven, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t just let loose and have some fun while she was here. Besides this was supposed to be the way for them to all let off steam after the Core Four deflecting to Auradon like everyone here wasn’t good enough for them to be around.

Freddie on the other hand was proud of them. As a part of the Anti-Heroes club, she wanted to follow in their example and perhaps some day get herself off this isle and somewhere she could relax and be herself. No worrying about her father, no worry about making people mad. As she walked inside she bumped int people and she scowled at them and cursing them out in French. “Watch where you’re going>”

Why was he even at this ridiculous party? It wasn’t like he had even went to Dragon Hall. His father was as about scared of magic as Frollo senior was. So Wyatt had spent his high school years in Serpent Prop. The good thing about that was there the majority of the magic users had went to Dragon Hall instead. The issue recently was Cain Malum’s rising coven. Mabe that’s why he agreed to come along. In case there was any rumours of juicy tidbits of information that he could take back to Claude, and preferably without getting on the receiving end of Harriet Hook.

Eyes fell on a group by the door, more predominantly the stunning redhead with them and h grabbed a cup of beer from someoen stalkign past, daring them to try take it before before moving up to the group and handing the redhead a cup. “You look a little thirsty.” He didn’t recognise her, but that wasn’t entirely uncomment between split factions on the isle.