#literal SSS tier

[gifti3]

im eating my words (thoughts) so hard rn

[silent-partner-412]

malos xenoblade is an insane character tbh… he is a harbinger of death and destruction. he is as evil as it gets. he’s cocky, he’s brash, he’s theatrical to the point of camp, he feels nothing but joy at destroying the world. he doubts everything about his existence. he yearns for love and connection. he would dedicate his life to another person despite being effectively a god. he would ignore what he sees as his own purpose for the one that he loves. he can’t verbally express any of this quite literally until he dies, if even then. literally nobody does it like him, i’m so obsessed

[coldbycrossfade]

i stg astarion was cooked up in a lab to hit my brain like a lobotomy

[tankshaw]

thinking about sam and darlin again

[borareadsfic]

I don't know why im crying but i ammmmmm!!! I love them soooo much. Contrary to what they think, they do actually deserve each other and this is sounds so cliché but i hope they live happily ever after. 🥹

I'm forever thankful that you made this masterpiece. 🥺🤍

Shiner

You've grown to love your emotionally unavailable husband, but part of you wonders if he feels the same about you. The final part of the Vows series, read the rest here.

Pairing: Yoongi x f! reader

Genre: Arranged marriage AU

Warnings: Sex, swearing, Yoongi gets a black eye

Rating: 18+

Word count: 6k

You blink yourself awake and stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to orientate yourself.

Yoongi’s bed. You can tell by the smoothness of the white ceiling, and if you widen your senses, by the feel of the soft, crisp sheets under you.

His smell on the pillow under your head.

You gradually become aware of an ache in your jaw, like you’ve been grinding your teeth.

You turn your head to look at the other side of the bed. 

The throbbing headache hits you like a sledgehammer to the temples. You moan a little and close your eyes again, but it doesn’t stop the room from swirling wavily around you.

Oh shit. 

You’re going to be sick.

You leap up, stagger to the bathroom, curl your arm around the cool porcelain of the toilet and hurl.

The contents of your stomach splatter into the water, and you groan again, retching until there’s nothing left inside you but bile.

You look up frantically when you hear footsteps.

Yoongi? 

He’s meant to be on a business trip.

You fumble for the flush and jump up to wash your face.

Your husband’s seen you in all forms of unattractive but he doesn’t need to see you with vomit on your face.

You splash water on your face, look around hurriedly for your toothbrush. 

Just in time.

Yoongi appears around the corner of the bathroom door, nose wrinkled.

‘It smells like sick in here,’ he observes.

‘I’m sorry,’ you apologise. ‘I’ll get it cleaned up.’

Yoongi approaches you. 

‘I’m not surprised you were sick, considering how drunk you were last night.’

You freeze with your toothbrush in your mouth and goggle at him.

Questions run through your head.

Why is Yoongi back early from his business trip?

How does he know you were out last night?

And finally, why the fuck does your husband have a black eye?

You rinse and spit, open your mouth to ask, but all that comes out is a whimper.

Yoongi looks at you unsympathetically as you press your fingers over your eyeballs.

‘Come on brat, Mrs Gye made us breakfast.’

***

You reach for the toast in the middle of the table and frown, confused, at your bruised knuckles.

The skin’s split over your index, and the rest of your hand is bruised.

Yoongi says, taking a sip of coffee, ‘you throw a mean left hook, wife.’

You gape at Yoongi. 

‘I punched you?’

Yoongi looks at you thoughtfully. ‘Don’t you remember?’

You dredge through the haziness of the night before, trying to remember.

‘Why did I punch you, Yoongi?’

Yoongi gives you a level look. 

‘Think hard, wife.’

You realise Yoongi’s skipped all the endearments he usually uses for you.

In fact, he’s been distant with you all morning.

‘I’m sorry, Yoongi, I can’t remember,’ you plead. ‘Can you tell me?’

Yoongi finishes his coffee, gets up.

‘I have an important meeting in a couple hours,’ he says. ‘I need to get ready.’

As he leaves the room you can’t help but feel you’ve done something terribly wrong.

***

A week earlier

You know Yoongi doesn’t like it when you fuss over him when he leaves for business trips, but you can’t help it this time, when he’ll be gone on the day of your wedding anniversary.

It’s not your first wedding anniversary, you’ve been married for years, but it’s the first one since you proposed to him.

Yoongi had laughed when you pointed it out.

‘You and your romantic heart, jagiya,’ he’d said, affectionately.

You’d laughed at his expression, but you’d felt a pang of disappointment in your chest just the same.

You’d changed the subject quickly, and he hadn’t brought it up again.

Now you’re standing on the front steps of your house in your pyjamas to say goodbye.

‘I might come see you in Bruges,’ you say hopefully, as Yoongi leans in to give you a hug.

‘I wouldn’t bother,’ Yoongi says, practical as always. ‘I’ll be working flat out.’

He studies your expression, and his face softens. 

‘I’ll be back soon enough,’ he promises you.

He lowers his lips to yours, wraps you in his arms.

‘Eat well when I’m gone, ok? Look after yourself.’

‘I will,’ you reply. You reach out for him again, but he’s already stepping away, getting into the car.

You wave him goodbye with your best smile.

***

Your phone lights up in your peripheral vision as you’re getting ready for bed.

You grab it so quickly it flips out of your hands onto the floor.

You swipe quickly. 

Your husband’s beautiful face fills the screen. He’s got one hand loosening his tie as he sits back.

‘Hey,’ you say, teasing. ‘Do I know you?’

Yoongi smiles at you. ‘Forgotten me already? Don’t worry, I left you something to remember me by.’

You tilt your head at him quizzically.

‘Check the bedside drawer, jagiya.’

‘How’d you know where —-‘

‘You always sleep in our room when I go away,’ Yoongi replies briskly. 

‘You don’t know me,’ you mutter, out of habit.

Yoongi just laughs. ‘Go on, check.’

You reach over and pull it open, pick up the gift box and card inside.

‘Open it,’ urges Yoongi.

You tear open the card. 

It’s plain ivory cardstock, with a message in your husband’s familiar, barely legible scrawl.

Happy wedding anniversary. I’m sorry I can’t be there. 

The rush of emotion you feel takes you by surprise.

You flip your screen so he can’t see you blinking away tears.

Yoongi’s voice sounds through your phone.

‘I can hear you sniffling,’ he says, dryly.

‘Allergies,’ you reply.

‘Are you allergic to me being a perfect husband?’ asks Yoongi, sounding completely serious.

You furrow your brow.

‘If the card makes you this emotional, wait until you see the present,’ Yoongi says.

‘I’m opening it now,’ you tell him as you unravel the silver bow and lift the lid.

You’re grateful Yoongi can’t see your face as you stare at the delicate bracelet in the box.

It’s beautiful, expensive, tasteful.

You have no idea why it makes you feel so flat.

You muster up as much enthusiasm as you can as you say, ‘It’s beautiful! Thank you, Yoongi.’

You flip the screen so he can see you.

He looks worried.

‘If it’s not to your taste, jagiya —-‘

‘It’s very beautiful, Yoongi,’ you assure him. You fiddle with the clasp, wrap it around your wrist. ‘I like it a lot.’

You lift your wrist to the camera so he can see.

‘I haven’t got you anything yet,’ you say, worriedly. ‘I was hoping to see you on our anniversary —-‘

Yoongi says, quietly, ‘I’d love to see you, but I can’t promise you much time.’

‘I don’t care if there’s not much time,’ you say. ‘I can take care of myself, Yoongi, I’d love to see you too.’

‘Let’s think about it, ok?’ Yoongi says. ‘We can decide tomorrow.’

Now he sounds tired too.

You feel guilty for pressing when you know he has a lot on his plate.

‘Sure,’ you say, trying to turn the mood of the conversation around.

You smile brightly. ‘Thank you for my gift, Yoongi.’

‘I’m glad you like it, jagi.’

‘I should let you get some sleep.’

He doesn’t protest. 

‘Good night, Yoongi.’

‘Good night.’

***

You and Yoongi never actually agreed that you would fly in to see him, and you feel a twinge of nervousness as you step out of the airport in Ostend.

This close to Christmas, the weather’s chilly, and although it’s early evening, it’s already dark. You wrap your scarf around you as you wait for your car. 

At the hotel, you realise you don’t know Yoongi’s suite number.

You bite your lip nervously as you wait for Yoongi to answer your call.

The dial tone rings out.

You’re trying to decide what to do next when he walks into the hotel.

Your beautiful, polished husband, skin glowing and flushed with cold, his dark hair and eyes in striking contrast, his perfectly fitted navy coat unbuttoned over his perfectly fitted suit, walks in with his media director Park Gyuri.

His stunning ex-model ex-girlfriend Park Gyuri.

Your stomach drops, and it’s at that exact moment that he looks over and sees you.

He blinks at you, open-mouthed, then he’s changed direction and is walking over to you.

‘Jagiya,’ he says, as soon as he’s close enough.

He wraps you in a hug, and you hold him tightly to give yourself time to gather your composure.

You’d known that Gyuri was going to be on his business trip, she and Yoongi travel together often, she’s a core part of his team.

It was one thing knowing it, and another to see them walk in together.

Belatedly you realise the rest of Yoongi’s team have arrived too.

Yoongi pulls back to plant a kiss on your lips, and you hope he can’t feel the hammering of your heart.

‘It’s so good to see you,’ Yoongi says.

You meet his gaze.

Your husband is stunning, of course, but he also looks tired.

‘I hope it’s ok that I came,’ you say. 

You sound formal even to yourself, and Yoongi frowns a little.

‘Of course it’s ok, I’m happy you made it,’ Yoongi tells you.

‘I’m free this evening, we can have dinner together. I’ll get Sungho to make a reservation, ok?’

Yoongi glances around, looking for your bag. ‘Did you bring any luggage, jagiya?’

‘I have to leave tomorrow,’ you tell him. ‘I didn’t bring any pyjamas, is that ok?’

There’s a spark in your husband’s eye. ‘It’s ok, I’ll keep you warm.’

‘That’s what I hoped,’ you say.

Yoongi laughs, grips your hand firmly. ‘I’ve missed you,’ he says, dropping a kiss on your head, and the tightness in your chest finally starts to ease.

***

By the time you step out of the shower, Yoongi’s sprawled out on the huge sofa, so quiet and still you know he’s asleep.

You sit yourself next to him. Like this, his face is at ease, the frown line between his brows that you’ve seen more often lately smoothed out. 

You rarely acknowledge to yourself how much you love him. You’re scared it might be too much.

You run a hand down his chest, and he grunts softly, shifts so he’s flat on his back.

Your hand catches on his belt.

You undo it deftly, because it must be uncomfortable sleeping with a belt on, right?

You don’t really have an excuse for why you undo his suit trousers, apart from that you know your husband wouldn’t mind.

The scritch of his zipper unzipping makes him crack an eye open.

‘Jagiya,’ he says, voice so deep it makes you shiver, ‘what are you up to?’

You look up at him through your lashes.

‘I’m taking care of you Yoongi,’ you tell him. 

You press a kiss to his tummy, right above the waistband of his boxer briefs. ‘Can I?’

Yoongi’s looking at you, eyes darkening as you tug down his waistband, expose him.

‘I had plans for us,’ he says, as you curl your hand around his semi-hard cock.

You smile at him. ‘Me too.’

Yoongi lets out a long breath as you nudge your nose along his cock, breathing in deep.

You take him in your mouth, tongue against the underside of him, sucking a little, enjoying the way he swells up for you.

Yoongi’s got his head back against the back of the sofa, throat working as he reaches full erection. He moves his hips under you, grasps your shoulder.

You reach out to his hand, splayed on the sofa, and knit your fingers through it. 

If you were looking at his face, you’d see Yoongi’s expression change, the tenderness in his expression as he squeezes your fingers gently. 

You’re not, you’re looking at his cock, all your attention set on giving him as much pleasure as you can. 

He’s hard, and you can feel the way he jerks as you undo the tie on your robe to reveal that you’re bare underneath it. 

You tug your hand away from his so he can touch you, well you try to, but Yoongi holds on to you. 

He murmurs ‘jagi’ on a sigh, his voice beautiful like this, deep, mellow, rich. 

You glance up at him, and he’s watching you, his dark eyes so intense you don’t want to look away. 

You pull away, and his hips rise, as if to follow. 

‘Make me messy, oppa,’ you say. 

Yoongi smiles, wolfish, a flash of teeth. ‘Come sit on me.’ 

He unbuttons his shirt because he knows you like it when he’s bare-chested, reaches to steady your hips as you climb on top of him, like you’ve done so many times before. 

He tugs your robe off your shoulders, slides his hand under, his hand warm against your skin. 

He hisses through his teeth as you start to move. 

‘I’ve missed you,’ he tells you as he runs his hand over your front, making your nipples peak, pinching, kneading your flesh. 

‘Yeah?’ you say. 

There’s an unwanted flash in your mind, the image of him and Park Gyuri walking into the hotel. 

You push it away. 

‘I always miss you,’ Yoongi says. 

‘Don’t be romantic, Yoongi, it’s not your style,’ you say, teasing. 

If there’s a tug at your heart when you say it, you hope it doesn’t show on your face. 

Yoongi says, quietly, ‘I’ll be as romantic as you want me to be, jagiya.’ 

You can’t look at him, but it doesn’t matter, because he’s been rubbing his thumb over your clit, doing something with his hips that’s pulling you out of your feelings and into a tide of pleasure. 

You moan, deep, and Yoongi grunts, lifts his head to suck the tip of your breast into his mouth. 

You come with a cry of his name, and Yoongi groans. ‘That’s my girl, fuck.’ 

He utters your name, stretched out, over stuttering breaths, and you realise he’s coming too. 

When your breathing slows and your heartrate settles you realise that he’s still holding your hand.

***

You wake, with a start, to your alarm alerting you to the fact that you’ll miss your flight home if you don’t haul ass. 

Yoongi, beside you, is turned away, his back to you. 

The regularity of his breathing tells you he’s still asleep. 

You get dressed, and sit on the edge of his side of the bed to say goodbye. 

He’s always been beautiful, your husband, but he also looks so tired you haven’t the heart to wake him. He hasn’t stirred the entire time you’ve been getting ready. 

You press a kiss to his cheek and make your way out of the hotel room. 

***

Your best friend Nara’s always been on your side, supporting you in the best ways. When you and Yoongi were estranged in the early years of your marriage, she helped you plot some of your more elaborate stunts. 

It’s always worked both ways, of course, you were the first to support her design house, wearing her creations to all the most high-profile society events, backing her financially when her family threatened to cut her off for not going into the family business. 

Nara’s always been the practical one, the shrewd business mind to your impulsive nature, providing balance. You’re an effective combination, and before your reconciliation, Yoongi had borne the brunt of your antics. 

You’ve always marvelled at the way he’s never tried to reciprocate. 

Nara eyes you over your cocktail. 

‘What did Yoongi do now?’ she asks. ‘I thought he’d be thrilled to see you in Bruges.’ 

‘He was happy to see me,’ you tell her. This much you know, that he had been pleased to see you. You wish you’d been able to spend more time with him, but he’d said from the beginning that he’d been busy.

‘Gyuri was with him.’ 

Nara blinks. ‘She’s part of his team.’ 

Her statement is blunt, factual, but there’s sympathy in her eyes. 

You down the rest of your cocktail. 

‘You can never trust chaebol sons,’ says Nara, gently, ‘we grew up with enough assholes that we know that.’ 

You signal the waiter for a refill. 

‘But Yoongi is less of an asshole than the rest,’ Nara concedes. ‘Not like that fucking Kim Seokjin.’ 

You choke on the water you’ve just taken a sip of. 

‘You never did say what happened after you and Seokjin went to see Lee Sangcheol,’ Nara says, raising an eyebrow. 

‘We’re gonna need more drinks,’ you sigh. 

Five cocktails in, you’re watching with drunken amusement as Nara takes apart a hapless would-be suitor with her razor sharp wit. 

Unlike you, Nara’s tolerance for alcohol is legendary. 

You? 

The room’s dim and wavy around the edges, and you’re feeling maudlin about your trip to visit Yoongi. 

You look up, blinking curiously, as a man approaches you. 

He looks vaguely familiar, in fact he looks like your husband, but you’ve been seeing shades of Yoongi in almost everyone in this bar tonight. 

God, you miss him so much. 

***

Yoongi can tell by the way you’re holding yourself rigidly upright that you’re drunk. 

You look up at him, no recognition in your eyes. 

Yoongi nods to Nara and turns back to you. 

‘Would you like some water?’ he offers, signalling to the waiter. 

‘No thank you,’ you reply. ‘I’d like another cocktail.’ 

Yoongi orders you both a refill and some water. 

Your wedding ring sparkles as you lift the glass to your lips. 

Yoongi’s vaguely amused to see that you chose to drink water first. 

‘Are you having a nice time?’ he asks. 

You consider his question carefully. 

‘Yes, my friend and I are having a great night,’ you reply, finally. ‘And yourself?’ 

‘I’m not usually out at this time,’ Yoongi replies, honestly. ‘This is a rarity for me.’ 

‘Ah,’ you say, looking at him with interest. ‘What’s the occasion?’ 

You still haven’t acknowledged him with anything other than politeness, and Yoongi realises, with a flash of clarity, that you’re so intoxicated you don’t recognise him. 

‘I wanted to support a friend,’ he answers. He guesses it’s true, at least this way Nara won’t be responsible for getting you home tonight. 

You glance fondly at Nara. ‘Friendship is important.’ 

You smile at him for the first time. ‘Where’s your friend?’ 

‘Ah, they’re busy.’ 

You’re steadily sipping your way through the rest of your cocktail. 

‘You’re very beautiful,’ Yoongi says, neutral. 

‘Thank you,’ you reply. ‘You’re very good looking yourself. I’m sure if you’re looking for company, you won’t be short of offers.’ 

Yoongi swallows a laugh at your encouragement. 

‘Can you keep me company?’ he asks. 

‘Ah sorry, it’s girl’s night,’ you say, still polite. ‘Also I’m married.’ 

‘He’s a lucky man,’ Yoongi says. 

You smile. ‘I’m not sure he’d agree,’ you say, lightly. There’s a note of melancholy in your voice that makes Yoongi look at you carefully. 

‘Oh, I just mean I’m a terrible wife,’ you clarify. ‘I’ve done some awful things to him.’ 

Yoongi pours you more water. 

‘Whatever you’ve done, it can’t be that bad,’ he offers. 

You scoff, and he bites back a smile as you look at him scornfully. 

‘I’m capable of extremely terrible things,’ you insist. 

Helplessly endeared by your solemn, drunken expression, Yoongi touches your face. 

‘Do you really not recognise me, jagiya?’ he asks. 

You jerk away from his hand, nearly lose your balance. 

Yoongi pulls you into his arms to stop you from falling. 

He hears your gasp of outrage, and a moment later, the crack of skin against skin. 

Even through the flare of pain, Yoongi’s stunned at the realisation that you’ve just punched him in the face. 

***

Present day

By the end of the day, Yoongi realises he hasn’t heard anything from you all afternoon. 

He heads to your rooms, knocks on the door tentatively. 

When there’s no response, he pushes the door open anyway. 

You’re sitting curled up on the floor, leaning against your bed, facing the patio doors. 

As he approaches you, you grimace. ‘Stay away, I’m probably contagious.’ 

Yoongi takes in the clamminess of your skin, the way your hair’s stuck to your forehead. 

‘Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling ill? Have you been like this all day?’ 

He’s concerned, but he can see the way you flinch a little at the harshness of his voice. 

‘I’m fine, Yoongi, I drank too much and my head hurts.’ 

‘Seems like more than a hangover,’ Yoongi says. He brushes your hair back from your face. ‘Have you taken any meds?’ 

You gesture sadly towards the dressing table, barely six feet away. 

‘Everytime I move, the room spins,’ you tell him. 

Yoongi frowns. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling so bad? Come on, get into bed.’ 

‘I can’t,’ you tell him. ‘I’ll be sick if I move.’ 

‘You can’t stay like this,’ Yoongi says, exasperated. 

‘Stop scolding me,’ you mumble, closing your eyes. ‘Go away.’ 

‘I’m not going anywhere,’ Yoongi says. He takes a breath. ‘You shouldn’t drink so much.’ 

‘It was you,’ you say, suddenly. ‘It was you who groped me at the bar last night.’ 

Yoongi’s outraged. ‘I didn’t grope you, I tried to stop you from falling!’ 

‘You touched my face!’ you complain. ‘I thought you were a stranger.’ 

‘At least I don’t have to worry about you looking after yourself,’ Yoongi muses. ‘You can beat up anyone who comes on to you.’ 

‘Damn right,’ you agree. 

Yoongi sighs. ‘I’m going to get you some water and meds and then I’m going to put you to bed, ok? Can I do that, or are you going to punch me again?’ 

‘Just don’t grope me,’ you warn. 

‘You recognise me now don’t you? You never complained about me groping you before,’ Yoongi points out. 

‘Stop scolding me!’ 

‘I’m not —’ 

Yoongi huffs out a breath. ‘I promise I won’t grope you if you promise not to punch me.’ 

‘My hand hurts,’ you whine. 

‘You want sympathy?’ asks Yoongi, unsympathetically. 

He sighs. ‘Wait here. Let me get you a drink.’ 

‘Gin and tonic,’ you mutter. 

Yoongi ignores you. 

***

Yoongi’s trying to finish reading the specs his product development team has sent him, but it’s difficult to concentrate.

There’s something weighing on his mind.

It’s you, which isn’t unusual, but what is unusual is the way he feels. 

Uneasy, like he’s missing something.

There’s a knock on his study door.

‘Dinner in fifteen?’ you ask, peering around the heavy oak.

You look very pretty today, Yoongi notes to himself. 

You’re already closing the door when he calls, ‘Hey.’

You look at him enquiringly. 

‘You look pretty.’

You smooth your hand over your hip self-consciously. ‘I feel better.’

‘I was worried about you,’ Yoongi tells you.

You gesture vaguely to his face. ‘Your eye looks better.’

‘Come kiss it,’ Yoongi says. 

It always amuses him, the way you get a little flustered when he asks for affection.

Yoongi pushes away from his desk as you approach him.

‘I’m sorry,’ you say, softly, as you cup his face and press a gentle kiss to his brow.

‘I deserved it,’ Yoongi replies. ‘I’m sorry I wasn’t around for our wedding anniversary. I know that it mattered to you.’

‘It was silly,’ you say, but he can tell by the way you drop your gaze that he’s touched a nerve.

‘It’s not silly, of course you want to celebrate being married to me,’ Yoongi says.

You scoff. ‘You want two black eyes instead of one?’

Yoongi reaches for your hand, presses a kiss to your still-bruised knuckles. 

‘Don’t break your hand on my hard skull,’ he says, very gently.

‘I have a company dinner next week,’ you say, in an obvious attempt to hide how flustered you are.

Yoongi says, ‘Are you asking me to accompany you?’

You blink at him. ‘Would you like to?’

‘I’d love to,’ Yoongi tells you. 

***

You fiddle with the clasp of the stunning bracelet Yoongi gave you for your anniversary.

Objectively, it’s perfect, the diamonds sparkling like stars even in the flattering low lighting of the ballroom at this wedding Yoongi and you have been invited to. 

You’re trying not to think too much about why it leaves you feeling so empty.

He’d clearly spared no expense, you’ve seen this exact bracelet in the pages of a glossy magazine, and the workmanship is incomparable.

Yoongi’s voice makes you look up. 

‘They’re cutting the cake,’ he murmurs to you. ‘We should head back to our table.’

‘I’ll meet you there,’ you tell him. ‘Save me some.’

You head for the ladies room to compose yourself and touch up your makeup.

You’re retouching your lipstick when one of the doors opens, and Park Gyuri walks out.

She smiles when she sees you, nods a greeting. She takes the sink next to yours, and as she unclasps her purse a fiery sparkle draws your attention.

On her left wrist, a bracelet identical to yours.

It’s beautiful, you think it suits her better than it does you.

Now you know why the bracelet’s been bothering you as much as it has.

It represents everything about the chaebol life both you and Yoongi were born into, but though your husband seems perfectly at home in this microcosm, you’ve never truly felt like you belonged.

It makes you feel like Yoongi sees you as someone you’re not, and by extrapolation, that he doesn’t know you as well as he should, despite all you’ve been through.

As well as you want him to.

You force a smile at Gyuri, make yourself walk on legs that feel oddly stiff to exit the bathroom.

Back at your table, Yoongi rises to pull your chair out as you approach. Something in your expression makes him lean closer, voice low and worried.

‘Jagi, are you feeling ok?’

You nod, the smile on your face so frozen it feels like a rictus, a caricature of happiness.

You can feel Yoongi’s eyes on you, but you don’t think you can give him anything else right now, stricken as you are.

His hand finds yours under the table, and you draw comfort from his touch until the hurt and anger recedes and the tears retreat from behind your eyelids.

***

You’re not sure what’s changed, but Yoongi’s been so attentive lately it’s starting to make you feel uneasy. 

You’re trying to zip up the back of your cocktail dress, and before you can even look in his direction, he’s behind you, hands warm on your bare back as he helps you with the zip. 

You turn around, look him in the face. 

‘What’s up, husband?’ 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you. ‘You seemed like you couldn’t reach.’ 

‘Not the zip,’ you say, testy. ‘Why are you so —’ 

Yoongi waits, like he genuinely doesn’t know why you’re so tetchy. 

‘Why are you paying me so much attention? I swear, I’m not plotting anything.’ 

Yoongi looks like he’s trying not to smile. 

‘I don’t think you’re plotting anything.’ 

‘Then why?’ 

‘Why can’t I pay you attention?’ Yoongi asks. ‘We’re married.’ 

‘You never paid me this much attention before,’ you point out. 

Yoongi’s brow furrows. ‘Do you want me to ignore you?’ 

‘Yeah.’ You wave a hand. ‘Go back to ignoring me.’ 

‘Do you really want that?’ Yoongi asks. He glances in the mirror, straightens his tie. 

‘I like asshole Yoongi,’ you tell him. 

Your eyes meet in the mirror. 

‘I can be an asshole,’ Yoongi says, finally. ‘But I don’t want you to be unhappy because of me.’ 

‘Since when do you care?’ you say, teasing. 

Yoongi sighs. ‘I’ve always cared. I don’t like it when you’re sick and you don’t tell me, and I sure as hell don’t like it when you’re unhappy and don’t tell me why.’ 

‘You make me happy,’ you tell him. There’s a fluttering in your chest at his words, your taciturn, coolly detached husband isn’t normally this expressive. 

‘I’m glad, because you make me happy too.’ 

Yoongi glances at the bracelet he got you, that you’ve got ready to put on. 

‘Don’t wear that,’ he says. ‘You won’t tell me why, but I know you hate it.’ 

You stare at him. 

‘Don’t deny it,’ Yoongi says. He gives you a look, a challenge in his eyes. 

‘You don’t know me,’ you mutter, out of habit. 

Yoongi rolls his eyes. ‘I do know you, wife, and that’s the problem. You’re a brat.’ 

You scowl at him. Yoongi looks supremely unmoved by your pique. 

‘Come on, I don’t want us to be late for your company dinner.’ 

He takes the liberty of slapping his palm against your ass as he ushers you out of the door, and you don’t even have it in you to pretend to be mad about it. 

***

Yoongi’s by the bar, waiting to be served, watching idly as you converse with your social media team. 

He’s never been to one of your company events before, it’s rare that you invite him, and he likes seeing you with your colleagues. 

You’re well-liked, everyone seems to want to talk to you. 

He’s trying to suppress the urge to pull you into a corner and kiss you silly, because you look so pretty when you’re smiling and confident like this, when a conversation catches his ear. 

‘I’m pretty surprised that Min Yoongi’s here – I thought they were estranged,’ says a woman by the bar. 

‘Everyone knows he’s fucking Park Gyuri,’ says the man next to her, with a casual cruelty that makes Yoongi’s hand itch to slap him. 

Yoongi steps out in front of them, levels them with a look. 

‘I’m not fucking anyone apart from my wife,’ he says, mildly. ‘Although I fail to see how that’s anyone’s business but ours.’ 

There’s a stir, but Yoongi’s lost interest. He turns away from the bar, heads straight for where you are in the middle of the room. 

The smile on your face when you see him does a lot to curb his irritation. 

‘Yoongi,’ you say, hand on his arm. ‘They’re about to serve food.’ 

Your touch eases his annoyance, soothes him the way it always has. 

‘Let’s get you something to eat, jagiya,’ Yoongi says. 

He holds out his arm, feeling the familiar sense of connection thrumming through him as you slip your hand in the crook of it. 

It’s everything. 

***

Yoongi pulls out of the hotel, signals to turn towards home. 

‘Did you have a nice time, Yoongi?’ you ask. 

You’re leaning back against the seat, face tilted to his, half-shadowed in the darkness of the car. 

‘I liked it,’ Yoongi replies. ‘You should invite me to more of these things.’ 

‘You’re welcome to come anytime,’ you say. 

‘I will,’ Yoongi says. 

‘I heard that you stood up for us at the bar,’ you begin, a little hesitant. 

Yoongi glances at you in the rearview mirror. 

‘You know about that?’ he asks, quietly. 

‘People talk a lot of shit,’ you say. Yoongi doesn’t know if you’re consciously doing it, but your shoulders are squared, and there’s a stubborn tilt to your chin now. 

He’s never loved you more. 

‘They do,’ agrees Yoongi. 

You’re both quiet as he drives. 

It’s only when he parks up, at your home, that you speak again. 

‘Thank you for coming with me,’ you say. 

There’s a beat, two of searing eye contact.

Then Yoongi reaches out, cups the back of your head, and takes the kiss he’s wanted all night. 

You melt into his arms like you’ve been waiting for exactly this. 

‘Let’s go to bed,’ Yoongi murmurs, lips against your skin. 

***

Yoongi’s different tonight, holding you with an urgency you haven’t felt from him before. He’s focused completely on you, and as much as you love it, love him, you can’t help but wonder if there’s something behind it. 

You cup his face as he leans over you. 

‘Hey,’ you say. ‘You know we have all night?’ 

Yoongi’s hand stills on your side. 

‘Am I rushing?’ 

‘I’m just saying I’m here, Yoongi, I’m not going anywhere.’ 

Yoongi closes his eyes, leans into your hand, shudders out a breath. 

‘What’s wrong?’ you ask. ‘Is there a game on you don’t want to miss?’ 

Yoongi doesn’t even crack a smile. 

‘Do you love me?’ 

You blink at his question. ‘What?’ 

Yoongi waits. 

‘I don’t hate you,’ you say, trying to inject some levity into the situation because his seriousness is scaring you. 

Yoongi drops his head, groans into your neck. 

‘I love you,’ you assure him. You roll your hips under his. ‘I don’t put out for just any chaebol asshole.’ 

Yoongi lifts his head, searches your face. ‘I don’t deserve you,’ he says. 

‘That’s true,’ you say airily as he kisses his way down your neck. 

His mouth skims over the skin of your sternum, lips soft, reverent. 

‘Aren’t you going to ask me if I love you?’ he asks, lips poised over the round of your breast. 

His question pulls you out of your pleasured haze. 

Again, the image of Yoongi and Park Gyuri flashes into your head. 

The truth is, you’re too scared to ask. You know, in your heart, that you would love Yoongi no matter what, and you’re not ready to face that truth right now. 

So you smile at your husband and say, ‘Just show me.’ 

He does. 

***

You’re passing by Yoongi’s study when you notice the door is ajar. 

Yoongi raises a brow at you. ‘Come in, I have something for you.’ 

You frown at him suspiciously. ‘Is it your dick?’ 

Yoongi says, ‘Always, but I have something else too.’ 

You take a seat next to him on the sofa you always sit together on when you visit him. 

Yoongi reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket, hands you a jewelry box. 

You meet his gaze apprehensively. 

‘Is it a matching necklace?’ 

Yoongi just shakes his head. ‘Open it.’ 

You lift the lid on the box, and stop. 

It’s another bracelet, except this one is exquisitely carved jade, delicate and so perfect you’re afraid to touch it. 

Yoongi says, quietly, ‘I got this and the other bracelet at the same time. I chose the other one to give to you, but this one’s always reminded me more of you.’ 

You blink up at him. ‘Yoongi, it’s perfect.’ 

‘I know you like jade,’ Yoongi says. He picks up the bracelet, and you hold out your wrist as he clasps the bracelet around it. 

‘It reminds me of my mother,’ you say. 

Yoongi’s hands are gentle on your wrist. 

You catch sight of a sheet of note card under the silken lining of the box. 

It’s a list, in your husband’s handwriting. 

‘What’s this?’ you ask, skimming through it, curious. 

‘Didn’t you make one like this, a couple years ago?’ Yoongi asks. He’s not looking at you now. ‘It’s all the things I have to make up to you.’ 

Your heart stops. 

Thoughts race through your head, you can barely see the words on the card even though his handwriting is neat, beautiful. 

You’ve never asked him the question in your heart, and your husband’s answered it anyway. 

He knows you better than you ever thought he did. 

You press your lips together, trying to hold back the tears. 

‘I didn’t write them down,’ you say, finally. ‘I just worked off the top of my head.’ 

‘Yeah?’ Yoongi asks. He’s leaning close now, so close that if you turned your face your lips would meet. 

‘Yeah.’

Yoongi says, ‘I’m not sure what order to do them in. Can you help?’ 

You turn into his kiss, and it’s as lovely as it ever was. 

God, you love him. 

‘Yeah, I can help you with that,’ you tell him. 

You can feel the curve of his lips against yours, the rumble of amusement in his chest. 

‘Great. We should get started,’ he murmurs against your skin. ‘I need to win your heart, because I really don’t think any of this is worth it, without you.’ 

‘Goddamn it, Yoongi, looks like you’re a romantic after all,’ you tease. 

Yoongi reaches out, thumbs the tears off your cheeks. 

‘Looks like you’ve made me into one,’ he agrees. 

©hamsterclaw 2023

[kaedeichinose]

finally managed to break into ss tier in starira after playing for 4.5 years bc i got really really lucky with the 26 cost units

[gingermintpepper]

Obsessed with the way Evadne's relationship with Apollo is described. Obsessed with the way Apollo was especially gentle with her because she was sheltered, hidden away and hadn't had any sort of experience with love prior to Apollo (and due to it being described as her 'first learning Aphrodite's joy' through Apollo', it was probably her first time even being attracted to someone). Obsessed with the way when she runs away, she stops in a violet patch to give birth. Y'know, violets, very famously the flower so strongly associated with Aphrodite that they were used in love potions? Those violets. Obsessed with the way that when Apollo realised his lover was going to have to deliver their child alone, he sent BOTH the goddess of childbirth and ALL THREE OF THE FATES to help and support her. Obsessed with the way that Apollo sends snakes to feed his baby honey straight from their fangs because Evadne abandons their son out of straight primal fear when her stepfather finds her and how the description of that honey is 'sweet venom' [ἰός] of the bees and is DEFINITELY a poetic pair/pun with [ἴον] aka violets and that every single thing about this relationship, conception and birth is a complete and utter fairytale down to Evadne's insanely overprotective stepfather having an immediate change of heart when he learned Evadne's child was an actual, legitimate Son of Apollo and the babe, after being cared for by his dad's honey-fanged snake buddies, was found perfectly healthy five days later swaddled in a blanket of violets (y'know the flowers so strongly associated with Aphrodite that they were used for lo-) and they called him Iamus aka Boy of the Violets which is AAAAAARRRR I AM GNAWING AT MY ENCLOSURE

Iamus was made of love. Everything about him was surrounded by deep and profound love and like, let's not even talk about his whole Thing of when he came of age and was like "I need to find out what my purpose is" and he literally had a Disney Protagonist moment where he ran out into the wilds and was like "Father!! Grandfather!! Tell me what I'm supposed to doooo!!" and then APOLLO FUCKING ANSWERED AND LED HIM TO ONE HIS TEMPLES ENTIRELY BY TALKING WITH IAMUS AND LETTING HIM FOLLOW HIS VOICE FOR THE WHOLE JOURNEY LIKE -

What do y'all know about the kind of SSS tier romantic escapades Apollo had fr?

[diavolo-is-babygirl]

This is one of the many things I love about not only Nightbringer, but Obey Me as a whole. There's just so much heart and passion put into it. Just look.

I'm supposed to be a Diavolo Stan but Solmare's been giving us SSS-tier Barbatos lately and it's destroying me.

No literally, it destroyed me. Look. I'm poor. And no fiery, sexy Barbatos to show for it.

I may need to skip an MC commission and secretly buy some DP

Anyways. Solmare's giving us godly masterpieces with these cards and I'm here for it.

[faffreux]

I made a personal Fawful outfit tier list! (Reminder that I love ALL of his outfits but this is how I would organize them from favorite to least.)

The classic SSS red cloak is at the bottom because to me it represents Fawful's subservience to Cackletta and therefore is the least representative of him as a character. I prefer the outfits that show him coming into his own power more or showing off his own personal flair!

And why is the merchant outfit and the hidden-face PiT red cloak above Dark Fawful? Because I think the mysterious look is sexy. That's literally it, LOL.

[thecoolerliauditore]

Big post for episode 2 alliance by alliance EXCEPT for the evil one (you know) because they're getting their own quarantined post.

Lag's gone yippee!!!!

This mechanic is awesome I loved the initial bout of confusion. Poor Ren lmao

I'm a hypocrite here because I'm usually an RNG hater but this mechanic is so funny I don't actually care. Etho eating redstone real. Insert c(l)ock joke here. Mental imagery of skizz shovelling dirt into his mouth is really awesome.

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The BAM Boys (Bamboozlers now but they're BAM Boys in my heart) continue to be a SSS+ tier alliance. I love how quickly they've become Grian/Mumbo/Skizz's shitty horrible upstairs neighbour.

THE PARROTS ARE REALLY CUTE AND REALLY AWESOME. Very very excited to see what the avian headcanon and canary symbolism people are going to do with that.

I can't wait for Jimmy's POV from the looks of it he's. such a little shit this session. Which is good these are signs of a happy Jimmy. The part where they box him in while he's AFK is really cute to me and I know this is probably on the more insane side of the scale for me but I can't help but read it as Jimmy having an episode of some sort and Scar and Lizzie making sure he's okay until he recovers.

And I won't lie watching Scar punch Scott even if it was just for silliness was just the slightest bit satisfying.

Lizzie is a bit. odd to me because she seems to have adapted the same mindset as alot of other people in assuming incompetence on Jimmy and Scar's part.

I ☝️think her saying she's the best survivalist out of the group is more a reflection of her being insecure in her own abilities than her genuinely thinking of them as liabilities. Don't get me wrong she is a crucial member of the Jimmy Ecosystem and thus very much subscribes to that hierarchical set of beliefs But she's been conscious in the past of her own shortcomings and I don't think it's like? Something that necessarily actually bothers her in the way Skizz and Mumbo worry Grian to death.

Plus she spent her episode building parrots (which are awesome) -- she's just overall a much more whimsical personality and I think the "best survivalist" stuff is more another example of her performative nature coming in akin to when she plays sitcom wife or manipulative seductress with Joel. After all the "only brain cell" is a very. The Girl One role that pops up and literally like the first time she implies her teammates are incompetent is her "surrounded by idiots" line that she's saying about a bit SHE LITERALLY STARTED ‼️

So like TLDR I don't think Lizzie is like. genuinely malicious towards her teammates she's just very performative. What she says is still very wrong and might reflect badly on her teammates, though.

(side note I remember at the end of SL there was a bit of discourse surrounding the way people talked about Scar's win and people were especially not accepting of posts that implied Grian's 1v3 or Pearl's previous win had anything to do with him winning because it also implied Scar's win wasn't all due to his skill. and I can't help but wonder how those guys must feel now lmao I'm so sorry)

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I really hope the sub ones/floaters/spanners just keep switching team names like every single episode. Would be nuclear for the tagging system but it would be really funny.

Mumbo being self-aware of his own paranoia wasn't something I saw coming and I find it very interesting. I'm not a Mumbo guy he's more or less a silly cartoon animal to me but I'm sure a Mumbohead could have a field day with that one. His reaction to Tango killing Skizz and his pathetically desperate attempts at revenge afterwards are also extremely. Something. (hilarious to watch but. Something)

Grian and Mumbo are both really funny to me when they're in a certain state of emotional distress, specifically Grian when he's annoyed and Mumbo when he's panicking and there is. Alot of that this episode. By far one of the funniest POVs for me.

Skizz oh poor Skizz. If this was 3L he would be OUT. REALLY excited to see where the thing he has going on with Tango will lead (usually I try not to comment on the CC side of things but I must say it is really sweet to me that these two are good enough friends that Tango, socially anxious as he is, can do that).

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Nothing much to say about Joel from me this episode I hope his car is okay after that wild animal chewed on its tires.

Gem though is interesting. Not to get to into The Horrors in this post because I want to save most of them for Their Post but her conversation with Pearl is and later Scott is? Fascinating me a bit.

I very much do see the comparison to DL Pearl's naivete regarding past alliances sticking but Gem is? Very abrasive and the wording she uses to Scott is that he needs to "control" Pearl specifically which is!! A very strange thing to say when her whole thing with Pearl was celebrating Scarlet Pearl.

Again not claiming to be a Gem understander so don't look at me but it feels like to me these are the consequences of her idol worship illusion being shattered similar to how she used to treat Etho with the "washed up" stuff. I want to say of course she sides with her previous ally Scott regarding Pearl but she tells Etho to steal from "Pearl and Scott and stuff" near the end of the episode so it seems more like. Her being antagonistic to that alliance as a whole? Honestly not sure what to make of it, will need more episodes but this is intriguing this is fun. This is fun. I'm sorry gempearl girlies.

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"Tuff Guys".... Whatever man.

This one is good this one is fascinating. So first off other people have pointed out them lacking a leader and Skizz's absence which is totally cool I'm so not emotion about that.

But we're just? Going full mask off. Bdubs is pulling a Liauditore and questioning the importance of the concept of an alliance itself in these games which I, being Liauditore, can judge as the objectively correct thing to do, based of Bdubs, swear ALL this shit off don't ask me questions.

Usual ethubs shenanigans are ensuing. I don't really know how to put that in a better way but they are full force ethubs rn.

One interaction I found interesting with Bdubs are his conversation with Scar and Tango when Scar asks Bdubs if he should let the name-ever-changing-grian-mumbo-skizz alliance kill Tango and Bdubs is kinda like. Ehhhhhdhkldhhkkkkjj 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️ about it. But when Scar leaves Bdubs he goes straight to Tango and just says the word "VENGEANCE" in his goofy scary voice before Martyn interrupts them.

Like. It feels as though? Now that we're all in the open about Not being loyal or whatever to eachother, the relationship with Tango is? Relatively better. Then again saying you don't expect eachother to be loyal is not the same as actually being emotionally okay with that and it'll be fun to see how much b-dgaf-dubs stays as b-dgaf-dubs. But again I think establishing expectations is good and a lot more healthy than what Some Other Alliances are doing.

For all the Pearl angst we've been bouncing back and forth I've seen nobody bring up his interaction with her this episode where he approaches her to poison her and when she falls for it Bdubs immediately goes "No. I can't." and admits what he was trying to do. It's very cute. (mounders I'll love you forever). Bdubs cares her.

Also I think I might be a level of cooked that Bdubs goofily singing little mermaid made my brain go ding ding. Idk. the gay agenda, I guess.

Tango is fucking insane someone check on him. Why did he eat that tire. Why did he eat Skizzleman.

But real talk that kill was kind of awesome I love non-conventional kills and people finding ways to kill that are more adaptive to their individual strengths than just brute forcing pvp. I love a good pvp fight don't get me wrong but that sort of kill through using his smarts feels so much more. Tango than if he pulled off an insane sword combo out of nowhere or something as awesome as that would be. Reminds me a bit of Lizzie farming her fireworks crossbows in LL but on a way smaller scale.

Also wasn't sure if I should say this here or in the BAM section but Tango floating away into the distance panicked but giggling is so funny when paired with Jimmy's POV where he's going OH NO TANGO TANGO OH HE'S DEAD I'VE KILLED HIM HE'S GONNA HATE ME ETC ETC. Jimmy he.. Jimmy he Does Not care.

Anyway I love this version of Tango I hope he stays. I hope he murders Bdubs.

Etho is Etho. No more gravel pranks thank god. His fearful reaction to Joel's "family" comment is so funny I could see the LimL flashbacks beam out of his skull when he nervously asks about family dinners.

I'm not a gemtho guys by any means but her giving him an allium and him putting it in a pot to "protect" it surely means something. It's very sweet to me.

Bdubs' comment about it smth smth "as soon as you put value in something..." with the other half of that being implied to be something like "other people will try to destroy/steal it" is. quite something as well. really neat lampshading of this group's overall dilemma so far (if you don't value an alliance, you won't lose it, you can't lose out on value that you never place in anything).

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Treebark is Treebark. Ren asking Martyn first thing what role he should play is a bit crazy (I love you ever-shifting 3L power dynamics).

This isn't exactly About them but I like the contrast between Ren starving to death in front of Skizz and Grian who barely care and Martyn starving to death in front of Pearl who is so distraught she takes to chat to apologize. Pearl they could never make me hate you Pearl.

Outsourcing this one to the treebarkposters they seem. Fairly chill? To me? Still? But god don't look at me. Ren "I can fix him" Dog is pretty cool. And him kissing Cleo is cool (I'm gnawing my arm off). As is him randomly deciding to crown Bigb a king (I'M GNAWING MY ARM OFF).

ok cool whatever thats all the alliances no more posts about this episode hahahahahahhaha bye!!!!

[pishifuzul]

Is it weird to say I think you'd give an absolutely SSS-tier massage? Like between the hands, the arms, the generally soothing demeanor, not to mention your voice? I feel like anyone lucky enough to have your hands on them would just melt into a soft lil puddle. i know i would. ((/>//ω//</ ))

literally my purpose in life

[armoredisopod]

Pretty fun event, i think i understood what happened in the story but since i don't usually pre-write these posts i kinda forgot like half of the things that happened in the event story since i read the event story in the first week this time xd

The stages are pretty fun, the difficulty solely depends on how good you are at managing the blight and the particularly tricky stages like HS-8, EX-1, EX-3 and S-2 really drives that point home

Due to the event scheduling i haven't even had the time to play RA2 at all, barely touched IS4 after the expansion update and literally only played the first stage in TFN4 so i'm glad to get this off my plate

I got jumpscared by Ling on the literal second daily pull so now i have 3 out of 4 Sui operators needed to activate Shu's SP feeding talent so that's nice

Perfect clears for the Rim Zone Security Service locations, after the hell that was Southern Security Service with that fuckass ice cream truck and The Thirsterrrrr i'm actually glad these were piss easy, especially since there's still no actual reason to farm SSS because they're still making tier 1 module data blocks artificially scarce for no reason

[foxpunk]

10 FANDOMS 10 CHARACTERS 10 TAGS tagged by @leejihye thank youuu <3

ORV / one of yoohankim would be the easy and obvious answer so i will say jung heewon my beloved...

FFXIV / don't dO THIS TO ME i love all of them...i'm only in the shadowbringers patches but uhm. y'shtola has my everything. if we're talking about the character i'm most crazy about though it is definitely foulques.

D.GRAY-MAN / lavi will come back one day it may have been over 10 real life years now but know he will pLEASE HOSHINO-

SUBNAUTICA / robin and al-an are a set...to me...oh who am i kidding the hot robot alien gets my vote…al-an…my wife…

DUNGEON MESHI / you'd think it's laios cause of my icon but actually it's kabru <3

VILLAIN INITIALIZATION / YOU KNOW I GOTTA PICK MY BOY YE ZIMUUU but everyone else is a VERY close second...jiang xiao is one where i love every single panel she's in she rules. also like. ling chen is LITERALLY a catboy cmon now

SSS-CLASS REVIVAL HUNTER / genuinely hard to choose they're all incredible characters for different reasons. gongja is such a perfectly fucky wucky lil guy though

YU-GI-OH!! / kaiba lives in my brain 24/7 rent free top floor penthouse suite room service jacuzzi tub complete service etc

TIME TO ORBIT: UNKNOWN / god they're all sooo good but of course i'm biased towards Aspen, our lil pov buddy. just a totally normal person on a totally normal spaceship! :^) (PLEASE read time to robit please please please-)

DEATH NOTE / L, zero contest.

HONORABLE MENTIONS / all the blorbos from my friends' and partners' brains are top tier everyone go appreciate @marcmorrigan's art and read @waterloggedsoliloquy's comics right neow

TAGGING: @warriorspork @blazednarancia @zlink @waterloggedsoliloquy @cteranodon @buqbite @1864th @kkomaism @wh0rehound @omegazoro + anyone else who wants to do this legit just say i tagged you i would love to see your blorbos...

[dilatorywriting]

I just found your blog and I spent literally my entire afternoon reading every single thing you've written. Your style is sooooo FANTASTIC, every single thing I've read of yours is just SSS tier golden quality material. You even got me blushing at Lilia fr, and he ain't even the focus of the stories 😂

Thank you, thank you~

I endeavor to make every character ridiculously SmoothTM

[huggingtentacles]

sorry if you’ve been asked this one already cos it’s kinda a basic one but. rate and review the endings?

and what’s a fun build you think everyone should try ?

SSS Tier: Not completing the game because I play PvP and I don't like burning my Erdtree

S Tier: Fia's ending. I am joining the skeleton war on the side of the skeletons. Lots of hugs required to reach this is ending.

A Tier: Age of Fracture. The most mysterious ending, for we don't know what it entails. In my opinion it's just "interpret your own ending" ending, so basically this is the "I get it all the hot women and rule these lands however I want" so this will ending is literally the best. The drawback being that some stinky lore nerd will tell me that I'm wrong. To which I say I am invading your world as a dark spirit right now.

Age or Stars. Ranni might be a real dickhead consider this: she has four hands and she is my wife now. I don't need much for happiness.

B Tier: Age of Order. Same thing as Age of Fracture. Not enough known about how the life will be under this age, so I can say whatever I want. The one thing I know for sure: there will be no gods like Marika who can meddle with the Elden Ring. But the problem is that I DO want to meddle with Elden Ring. I want to change it up however I want! I will shatter it again if I want.

D Tier: Lord of Frenzied Flame. Yep we're skipping C Tier. I disagree with this ending ideologically. I don't think nihilism is the answer to anything. Destroying everything and melting all into one is a dumb fucking idea. But the ending looks cool and Melina hunts me for fun, which is like, I'm always down to be hunted by hot women for fun hell yeah.

E Tier: Same shit as Lord of Frenzied Flame but now I don't have Melina to hunt me down and it doesn't look as cool. But it doesn't mean it's a completely bad for ending. It's the ending of Punishment. It's the punishment for this world's sins. Is it appropriate? I don't think so. There are better ways.

Ask me more about my Elden Ring opinions!

[givemethesleep]

(slides into your inbox so that I don't spam your notifs with reblogging the mutuals post) SSS GOLDEN GOD TIER MUTUAL RIGHT HERE. YOU'RE SO SWEET AND I LOVE SEEING YOUR THOUGHTS AND ADDITIONS YOUR USERNAME IN MY NOTES MAKES ME SMILE. I'm handing out toads to all of my mutuals here I have one for you (gives you a really big fat toad because they're cute and funny)

????? IM OBSESSED WITH YOU????? You're such a darling and your posts LITERALLY live in my head rent free. You're amazing and awesome and so so so clever and you should have heard the noise I made when you followed me back your entire blog is stuck to my fridge with my gold star magnet. THANKYOU for the lovely message and the toad I'm calling him Gerald and he has a funky cowboy hat. Giving you a kiss on the head and a lizard to keep you company jumping from inbox to inbox ♡♡♡♡♡