#mol's random thoughts

[molliemoo3]

This is the best thing I've ever seen. The fact that this man has his own chicken nuggets and now a thing with Donald Duck is amazing and I love him for it.

📸 tehauger (on Instagram)

[silent-mysteriousguy]

the moment you are inclined to write a crossover of two incredibly, INCREDIBLY obscure fandoms.

I mean, tell me, which soul watched Alice in Borderland and watches Wie is de mol?

[gender-euphowrya]

the way i'm finding so many areas and quests that i completely missed on my first playthrough has me wondering if i even had my eyes fucking opened

[dathen]

I started my Wyll Origin playthrough and keep getting ambushed by feelings over the way random generic things apply to him specifically

Given that there's no Blade of Frontiers already at the Emerald Grove when you arrive, Wyll is now the One and Only Hope of all of the tieflings. There's no "welcome! join the sweet young man patiently training the kids how to defend themselves and giving inspiring speeches in the back." You walk into a pit of despair and the full responsibility for brightening it falls to you. I found myself doubling down on his Blade of Frontiers Hero persona and taking on the responsibility to charm and cheer every single person I came across. (it's working, I actually got Rolan to stay this time!)

When Auntie Ethel started to fuss over him I thought of how hungry he must be for even a scrap of that kind of parental/familial affection... :(( How that brief exchange must have made his heart ache...

I am not using to having this abysmally low perception and got my pockets picked by the tief kiddos and their Magic Ring stand. Wyll was gamely playing along because he is the Sweetest Young Man and OH NO backfired!! ...And then I remember that of course Wyll has low perception, he only has one eye and the prosthetic is solely for spying on him. :( :( :(

...But then he charmed Mol and the thief kiddos into giving his stuff back for free. Perhaps they sensed how sincerely he wants to protect them and what he'd risk to do so.

[lfcgirlxx84]

Daddy’s Good Girl

Warning : Under 18’s do not read.

Here it is, I’ve never wrote anything like this before but I am open to criticism. Enjoy!

Joel didn’t smoke weed very often, only when the anxiety started to take control. He found that happening less and less when his son brought home a girl. She was a stunner, long blonde curls, a nice plump ass, a handful of tits and her mouth was just perfect, so perfect he wanted nothing more than to fill it. He imagined her on her knees between his legs, eyes begging him for his cock. Joel knew it was wrong thinking about his son's girlfriend like this but he heard the pathetic noises she made at night, heard how she faked it every time, he knew she deserves someone better. Someone who can fill her needs, someone who can fill her just right. Joel could feel himself getting hard just at the thought of her, then he heard the shouting begin again. He wondered what his selfish son had done this time, he tried not to listen in but couldn’t help hearing them.

“Mol I just don’t want you going somewhere without me.”

“Are you for real? You're going to Ibiza next month with the boys and we both know what’s going to happen there!”

“What’s going to happen then?”

“Your going to fuck some drunk whore and come crawling back here riddled with some disease!”

“Oh yeah and your not going to fuck the first guy you see!”

“Fuck you Oscar!”

Joel waited for one of them to storm out again. STOMP! STOMP! SLAM! There goes one of them. Joel stood in the kitchen and poured himself a glass of lemonade, he heard the sniffles walk down the stairs. She entered the kitchen, red puffy eyes and mascara running down her cheeks. Joel grabbed her a tissue and gave her a damp one to wipe the mascara off.

“Here darling, can I get you a drink or something?”

“No thank you Joel, I might just head home, get out of your way.”

“And what are you going to do when you get home, cry some more about that asshole.”

“That’s your son.”

“Still an asshole, stay here, help me smoke this joint.”

Molly liked that idea, she quite often would have a joint with Joel, it made her feel better when life got shit. They both headed out to Joel’s shed, Molly got herself comfortable in one of the arm chairs before Joel passed her the joint, she took a drag on it and instantly felt lighter. She needed this.

Joel and Molly sat together for almost an hour just talking about the most random shit before Joel mentioned his son.

“What’s he done this time?”

“Thinks if I go somewhere without him I’ll fuck someone like I’m some sorta slut.”

“Be honest with me, would you?”

“Probably not, my luck they’ll be worse than him.”

“Yeah I hear how bad he is.”

Molly felt her cheeks burning red.

“I don’t make a thing to listen to you two but sometimes I can’t help it you know, thin walls.”

“Well I guess there’s nothing much to hide, it’s not like any of it is real anyway.”

“I know you're faking it with him darling, you probably should find a real man to treat you right.”

“Oh yeah and where do I find one of them?”

“I could suggest a few.”

Was this it, was Joel finally done toying with Molly. She admits sometimes she does think about him taking her in the shed but he never got this serious with his flirting. It was always just a little joke here and there, a harmless touch on the hand, nothing like this. She could feel the air, thick with sexual tension as he leant forward to touch her knee. His big hands made her legs look tiny, his calloused fingers drawing circles on her thighs. He removed his hands and leant back in his chair.

“Climb on baby.”

She straddles him whilst his kisses move down to her breasts, he pulls her dress down to reveal her boobs. Molly’s hands begin to tug at Joel’s t-shirt as she places kisses on his neck. Her bra soon finds its way to the floor, he focuses his attention on her right breast, sucking her nipple until she lets out a moan. He moves to her left doing the same, whilst flicking her right nipple. Molly feels Joel’s erection growing under her, she begins feeling herself getting wetter, needing him more. Joel’s hand slowly makes its way down to her core. He pushes the bottom of her dress up to grab at her ass and feel how wet her pussy is.

“This all for me slut.”

“Yes Daddy.”

He picked her up and placed her on his table. He teases her by licking her folds slowly, he reaches her clit and sucks it gently. Molly becomes a whimpering mess begging him for more. Joel refuses to give in to her so he keeps teasing, he gets his thumb and starts tracing light circles on her clit. Joel brings two fingers to Molly’s mouth and shoves them into her mouth, she sucks on them for a while and when he thinks they are wet enough he removes them. He inserts them into Molly’s pussy, she hisses as she adjusts to his thick fingers, Joel doesn’t allow her much time before he is hitting her spot. Each time he gets it right, he curls his fingers in her and before she knows it the knot in her stomach is back and ready to explode.

“Please let me cum Daddy.”

“Cum for me”

He continues fingering her until he feels her walls clench around him, he knows now he needs to get the spot again. He keeps hitting the spot until her legs are shaking, she’s moaning and his fingers are dripping. He takes his fingers out of her and licks them.

“You taste so good”

Molly is speechless as she tries to come down from her high, but before she has time to respond Joel has her on the floor and is presenting his member to her. She is shocked at how big and thick he is, she doesn’t think she’s going to be able to take him. He grabs a fistful of hair and shoves his member into the back of her throat. She’s never had anyone this big and is struggling to not choke. Joel notices her struggling for breath and lets her set the pace. She licks his member up and down, tasting his precum before she takes him back in. Joel is moaning in his chair, his head thrown back, eyes closed, Molly knows he’s close. She sucks his tip and pumps the rest of him with both hands. Joel begins to get breathless, knowing he’s close.

“You gotta stop, I want to fill your pussy.”

Joel drags Molly to her feet and pushes her back onto his table. He brings her to the edge and lines himself to her entrance. He rubs his tip along her entrance, slowly he fills her tight pussy. He stays still for a while letting her adjust to his size before he moves out of her and back in, each time she’s still shocked by his size. Soon pleasurable moans fill the shed, Joel uses the wall behind to grip onto, the table is squeaking with each movement, Molly wraps her arms around his neck. Her hands grab his hair as she feels herself edging closer, Joel is panting above her, each thrust getting sloppier. Molly begins clenching around him, she feels herself lose control, she’s a moaning shaking mess underneath her boyfriend's father. Joel lets go after, riding out his own high with his head resting in the crook of her neck whilst he paints her walls white. They both just stay there for a while, panting and trying to catch their breath. Joel pulls out of her with a pop and helps her off the table, he then pulls her panties back on.

“I want you to walk home with my cum dripping from you. Want everyone to know that you're my slut.”

Molly nods her head in agreement, she is his now. She redresses herself before looking at her phone and noticing that she has an apology waiting to be read.

“I should go before he comes back.”

“Yeah good idea, if he doesn’t come back tonight maybe you can come back and let me fill that pretty mouth.”

Joel kisses her one last time and slaps her ass goodbye as she takes a step out into the world. Molly reads the text as she walks home.

I’ll make it up to you later bby ;) x

Would it be wrong to let him fuck his Dad’s cum into his girlfriend? Probably right.

[rewatching-sam-and-dean]

Why this Doesn’t Mean Destiel : Part 1 - Mixed Tape

I may make this a series. I may not. But I’m feeling annoyed by a certain side of fandom, so I’m going to take a look at moments (or things) that are claimed to totally make D and C cannon, and discuss why I disagree. If you like the ship, please just save yourself the annoyance and skip on past this post. If you read this anyway or are not a fan, and have anything to add, I welcome your thoughts.

THE TAPE:

First, and I can’t believe I have to say this, a mixed tape is not actually inherently romantic. Friends make mixes for each other all the time, or used to before you could just share playlists or whatever them kids are doing these days. For example, my friends have ripped me CDs because they had better internet, they gave me a mix for my birthday, we went on a road trip and they left me the mix, or just because. I have done many of these things for my friends in return. A missed-tape or CD is simply a way to share songs we like with people we care about, or even an acquaintance. Can it be romantic? Absolutely! Is it inherently so? No.

Why isn’t this particular tape romantic? Check the name: "Dean's Top 13 Zepp Traxx.” This looks, more than anything, like a tape Dean made for himself ("Dean's"). As in, "I really like these particular songs, so I’m going to put them on one tape, so I don’t have to keep changing tapes over on road trips." Also, note the "Zepp Traxx." This looks more to me like something a teenager would write because it looks "cool" than anything else. I mean, a Dean who is pushing 40 might write "Traxx" on a tape — maybe — but it doesn’t seem that likely. So, it’s more than likely this tape was made decades ago, for himself, thus not a romantically intended (or thought out) mixed-tape. There is nothing about the tape itself to indicate it was made for Cass or that it has any special meaning.

DEAN:

Can we be honest here for one minute, people? Can anyone — anyone who has actually watched the whole show rather than cherry picking certain people's scenes — actually picture Dean Winchester, sitting down with an old boom box, lovingly, tenderly loading tapes into one side and recording onto a blank tape in the other side, thinking, "Sigh! These songs are so special to me because they make me think of my crush, Cass!" Or "I’m going to make Cass a tape of the most romantic Zeppelin songs I can to show him I care!"? If you answered "Yes" to that … this is not the blog for you. Also, I doubt that you know who the canon Dean Winchester is, as opposed to the fanon man-shapedr 14-year-old girl version from Tumblr or AO3. Dean doesn’t have time (or inclination) to sit down and make a mixed tape from scratch at this time in the show, especially when, you know, good luck finding a working tape recorder / cassette player / boom box that still works these days. The MOL bunker was frozen in time just a touch before tape cassettes were invented, so I doubt they have one hanging around the place. So, he went and bought something he could make a tape for Cass with? Really? I’m thinking not.

The most likely scenario for Dean giving Castiel a mixed tape? They are in the impala, maybe Sam is there sitting shotgun, maybe he isn’t. Cass starts talking about how he found merit in music Sam liked, or just some random music, and Dean says, "Come on Cass! That music is crap! Here, listen to this. This is the good stuff!" Then he rummages in his box of tapes one-handed, while driving, and tosses one to Cass. "Keep that one. I have a others," Dean adds. Then Cass says, "I’ll treasure it always, Dean!" No I’m kidding. Cass says, "Okay, Dean." He may or may not intend to actually listen to it at some point. After he finds a tape deck, of course.

So, does the mixed tape mean nothing? No, it’s still a nice gesture to give something you made to someone you care about. Do I think Dean put a lot of soecific thought into it, just for Cass? No. I think it’s actually similar to Sam letting Cass hang out in his room (presumable on his bed) watching Netflix on his TV, doing something nice for a friend and sharing media.

CASTIEL:

Even if Dean had sat sobbing over his mix for hours while he painstakingly crafted it just for Cass, it still wouldn’t equal Destiel. Why? Because Cass clearly didn’t appreciate it since he simply used it as an excuse to enter Dean's room and steal from him. Even if it was intended as an act of love, it was used as a tool for deception and betrayal. Thus, this does not support Destiel, rather it makes a case against it from Cass' POV.

THE WRITER INTENTIONS

Obviously, I can’t speak to these personally, but my thoughts on their possible thought process behind the mixed tape. First, they needed Cass to return something to Dean so he can get into his room, and it has to be something that was given as a nice gesture to heighten the betrayal. A tape makes sense because it’s not something so huge that it would be automatically given a ton of significance, but it also isn’t totally insignificant either. Second, Dean has a lot of tapes and he loves music, it’s very possible for him to give one to Cass off screen without the audience getting sidetracked and wondering why (how is he going to play it BTW? Go sit alone in one of the cars he’s stolen?). Third, do I think the writers were also throwing destiellers a bone? Probably, but throwing fans a bone does not equal queerbaiting because nothing else in Dean and Cass' relationship points to romance (and Dean is not into guys or Supernatural Beings). Throwing fans a small bone also doesn’t meant it’s leading to a romantic endgame. They do it with Wincest all the time, after all.

Overall, to me the purpose of the mixtape was to show Cass throwing something Dean gave him back in his face, so he could go behind his back for supernatural purposes. Again. If someone wants to read the tape as a romantic gift from Dean (it isn’t), that actually only makes what Cass uses it for worse. Thus, the tape does not support Dean and Cass romance.

And because I have to, this is a mixed tape (CD) with clear intent.

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 9

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 8

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Taglist: @littlemoondarling @desenhosdebolso @shyminnie07

A/N: I don't know how I feel about this chapter. Maybe it could have been better but this was the best i could come up with. Also, I may be rushing some things but it's so that we get to some important plot points faster. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Haarlep had essentially dragged Elize around the House of Hope, most of the places she had seen before, but hearing them talk about each room did bring her some comfort. 

Eventually, they found themselves sitting across from one another in a random room, asking questions about each other. There was a bottle of wine between, which had been mostly consumed by the incubus. 

“So, you’re his personal incubus?” Elize asked. Haarlep nodded. “What does that mean?” She had a vague idea that these creatures needed sex to survive but she’d never imagine that Raphael would house one in his home. 

Haarlep chuckled. “It means that I do all the work while Raphael lays on his back and barks orders.”

“And why do you look like him?”

“Because Raphael only fucks Raphael, dear.”

“Oh.” Was all Elize could think to reply.  “And how did you get here? Why did you start working for him?”

“Curious thing, aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow, taking a swing from the bottle. Up until that point, he had been the one doing most of the questioning. “I was sent here by his dear father, Mephistopheles, to distract the naughy boy.” He paused. “Although, when that misadventurer, Tav, showed up with their tadpole problem, I had a hard time in doing my job.” 

Before Elize could ask further, Haarlep stopped her. “But enough about me. Did you know” Haarlep began the question “that you talk in your sleep?” 

“What!?” Elize exclaimed. “I do not talk in my sleep.”

“Yes, you do.” 

“I do not.” She sipped from the glass. 

“I saw you doing it.” Haarlep smirked. “You were mumbling something about ‘mommy’ and ‘sunsets’ and ‘nightmares’.” They said each word in a mocking tone. 

Elize’s lips formed a thin line and she used the wall behind her to help her up, visibly upset by that. “I think I should get to work.”

“Oh, come on, just when things started to get good?” Haarlep said, also standing up. 

Before they could continue arguing, a portal opened and through it, walked out a dwarf woman and a tiefling girl. 

“Korilla, Mol!” Haarlep addressed the new arrivals. ”What brings you here?”

“The master is going to receive an important guest today.” The dwarf replied. “He ordered the house to be clean. Everything has to be in order and everyone is to be on their best behavior.” She then noticed Elize behind Haarlep. “You must be the new girl. I’m Korilla Hearthflame.” She said, with a slight bow. ‘And this is Mol.” The dwarf pointed towards the child. 

“I’m Elize.” Was all she replied. 

“Now that everyone’s acquainted, it’s time to get to work.” Haarlep said and so, for hours, the four of them made sure that the House of Hope was in good condition. Elize was glad to no longer be the only one holding the broom. 

When the master of the house arrived, everyone felt it. It was as if the air stopped to greet him. 

Elize and Korilla had been tasked with waiting the table for Raphael and his guest. Both women would take turns serving the meals. Whenever it was Elize’s turn to go in, she would try to do everything as quickly as possible, avoiding eye contact. 

The guest was an elven man, with long blonde hair. Elize wondered what could he have to offer to be of such importance for the devil, but she kept her thoughts to herself. Now, she was waiting for the dwarf to return to the kitchen. 

There was a knock on the door and Elize opened it, allowing Korilla to walk out. Suddenly, she smelled something familiar.

“Is this smell coming from that?” She asked, pointing towards the opened wine bottle the dwarf was holding. 

“Yes.” Korilla replied. “It was the guest who brought it and made a point that it was served tonight.”

“May I?” Elize opened up her hand and the bottle was placed in it. She brought the wine close to her nose and took a sniff. Besides the smell of wine, she noticed a hint of berries and a subtle, woodsy and earthy scent. It was when she smelled something very sweet, that she realized. 

A memory appeared in Elize’s mind eye. She remembered her mother teaching her about different kinds of poisonous plants and how to spot them. 

She also remembered her mother laying on the floor, a drink with that smell rolling on the ground.  

Elize came back to her senses. “Korilla, did you serve this to them?” She asked in a worried tone. 

“Yes, why do you-” Before she could finish, Elize was running towards the room where the dinner was served. 

Elize ran, ignoring Korilla’s shouts, and bursted through the doors of the room. 

Raphael, who looked human, put his chalice down and got up, furious. Before he started shouting, Elize interrupted him. 

“He’s trying to poison you!” She screamed. 

“What?” Raphael replied but before he could go further, his nose began to bleed, and he almost fell on the table, coughing, a hand on his heart. He looked deadly at his guest. Before the man could try to run away, the devil snapped his fingers and the elf disintegrated. 

The spell proved itself to use too much of his remaining strength, as immediately afterwards, Raphael fell backwards. Elize ran towards the fireplace and grabbed the poker, using it to pull some coal out. At the same time, Korilla, Haarlep and Mol had arrived. 

Elize began to bark orders. “Someone get me water, a plate and paper! Quickly!” They all sprung into action. The girl took the hot pieces of coal in her hands and knelt besides Raphael. His eyes had glossed over. 

Soon, Haarlep and Mol appeared beside her with the plate and the water. She poured the water on the plate and began to mix it with the charcoal. Finally, Korilla arrived with the paper. Elize rolled up the paper, making it into a funnel and told the incubus to hold it to the devil’s mouth. 

She placed Raphael’s head on her lap, and while Haarlep held the makeshift funnel, Elize poured the coal water into the funnel. She poured a good portion of it and stopped, to see if Raphael reacted. 

Nothing, besides some spasms. She continued pouring. Eventually, the plate was empty and Raphael looked as good as dead. 

“Oh gods, please…” Elize whispered. They all looked defeated until the devil lurched forwards and vomited the coal out. 

He spent a good moment like that until he finally stopped, and just laid on his side, breathing heavily. 

Looking relieved, Elize turned to Haarlep. “Take him to his room.” She said. “We will clean this mess in the meantime.” They nodded and carried Raphael out of the room. Now that they knew the master would live, the situation dawned on Elize, and she began to shake slightly. 

After the devil and the incubus left the room, Mol got up and turned towards Elize. “How did you know to do that?!” The young girl asked. 

“My mother, she… she taught me some things.” Was all Elize replied. She got up on shaky knees and without another word, began to clean the table. 

[too-destiny-panda]

Wyllvember Day 21: Kids

A/N: This is once again very chaotic, but Wyll with children just makes me so soft. Credits: @sagscrib Tags: @commander-yinello

WC: 618

Wyll was great with kids. Even before he became the renowned Blade of Frontiers, children flocked to him as he grew older, be it at fancy balls or a neglected playground, they always seemed to recognize his kindness and joviality.

When he first entered the Emerald Grove and assessed the situation, he immediately made his way over to the kids, to at least offer them a distraction from the world around them by regaling them of his deed if nothing else. Their smiles and star-struck looks warmed his heart, their endless questions a challenge to keep up with, but he was determined to keep it up for as long as his circumstances allowed him to. Which was not long as Asharak approached him, a kind smile on his lips though his eyes betrayed cheerlessness at the favour he was about to ask of him. So, instead of stories, he managed to as nonchalantly as he could suggest sparring, telling the tiefling children that although not needed, swordsmanship greatly helped when it came to being a hero. He fooled very few of them, but not a word was uttered in protest, instead squabbles and taunts began to carry throughout the training grounds in a way only children’s voices managed to do.

His heart broke at his powerlessness to guarantee a safe journey for the refugees when the goblin leaders fell, but he hoped they at least wouldn’t need to run for their lives anytime soon. The foreboding sense of dread in his stomach as they descended into the Underdark told him otherwise.

When they met again at the Last Light Inn, the Blade of Frontiers was acutely aware of how little his words and stories mattered in such an instance. Most of their relatives, neighbours, friends, caretakers lay dead at a crossroads, their bodies often mutilated for no reason other than to instil fear and submission. Alas, all he could do was offer his condolences and a steel-wrought vow that he would make sure they got out of here safe and sound. His words rang true and soon Mattis was scrambling up and down the floors of Moonrise Towers in search of trinkets or things that could be passed off as trinkets. He was relieved to see them alright, though Mol’s continued disappearance and Umi’s rapidly changing personality were concerns that gnawed at his heart.

Finally, at Baldur’s Gate, a true weight fell off his shoulders when he recognized the faces of what remained of the tieflings. Although scattered, they were safe (or at least as safe as they could be with the Netherbrain hiding in the city). He bought a worthless and overpriced trinket form Mattis, reinforcing his promise to find Mol, and spent an evening entertaining the children in front of the gates with his cantrips, accompanied by Karlach and Halsin. He was happy to see them laugh for the first time in a while. Inside the city, he encouraged Silfy, boosting her confidence until her voice stopped being a whispered tremor and instead rang clear through the air as she pitched her newspaper sales.

And as the threat was subdued, the Chosen and Grand Design a threat no more, his thoughts turned to slightly different horizons, to up until now uncharted territory that was as different as it was similar to entertaining random children, a longing sparked by their presence. A desire to have his own child. It mattered not to him whether they would be born of his blood or adopted into it, whether there would be only one or five, as long as he had a bundle of joy to love and care for alongside his partner, that was all that mattered to him.

[homestuckexamination]

Do you have any serious leprechaun romance headcanons? I know Hussie made it as a joke, but seriously, some of it is too fascinating not to pass up. Like for example, Hussie included the diamond symbol (moiralliegence), despite diamonds not being in lucky charms, implying there is a clear leprechuan equivalent. the shamrock charm is made up of heart symbols. the moon looks like the dreamself prospit symbol. If there really was nothing behind this, Hussie could've just made up some random crazy symbols. What if Hussie seriously thought about this but then decided to throw it in as a joke? My MoL brain can't let it go.

... Okay so, I was about to say that there wasn't anything here and I wasn't too invested in Leprechaun Romance to really think and ponder about what, to me, felt like a big joke of complicating an alien romance system for funsies.

However, I couldn't ignore the statement that the Diamonds didn't exist, so I looked it up, and apparently, as it turns out, there's been various types of Lucky Charms with different combinations of symbols. While there doesn't seem to be any one promotion with all nine Hussie used, Blue Diamonds are definitely in some Lucky Charms.

Taking all of the symbols from the first statement, plus the Pots of Gold and Rainbows from the second, gives not only all of the Charms Hussie used, but also their exact color!

A cool factoid, right? So, case rested? That's where all of them came from and there's nothing more to it?

Hahaha.

Hah.

So of course because I wasn't satisfied with just taking this statement at face value, I went into the Wikipedia page to read more about them, when I stumbled across a very... Interesting thing.

The charms have fucking meanings. They represent powers??? Which means, accidentally or not, the Leprechaun Romance Symbols do have a deeper meaning, and as such, you could PROBABLY make up some kind of romantic system based loosely on this???

I also need to point out the Unicorn Charm- Stated to be Bring coloUr to the world, was the replacement for the Hourglass Charm, which, and I quote, "The Hourglass Charm has the power to Stop Time * Speed Up Time * Reverse Time". There's also Swirled Mashmallows and a Skeleton Key which unlocks any door.

COINCIDENCE?!

... Yeah. Yeah, like, almost definitely. But it's fun to realize these things have deeper meanings, and being able to draw silly connections or open the door for more analysis like this. X3

[diminuel]

Thoughts about the new SPNWIN episode under the cut!

I liked it, it was a nice episode delving into Carlos and the Samuel-Mary dynamic.

But let’s be honest, that Loki/ Gabriel and Chuck were in the same bar and the reveal that it was Dean who gave John the information about the MoL chapter house was clearly the main event of this episode for me.

The case in itself was ridiculously easy that I feel a seasoned hunter like Samuel should have clocked that something was off when they were able to defeat/ trap Loki himself without actually doing anything.

Now we’re left with a situation where we KNOW for a fact that Chuck is involved. If he’s just trying to watch, like he did as the prophet Chuck, then he didn’t quite choose a role that would let him have access to the group in a somewhat permanent capacity. There’s no reason for Carlos to reach out the keyboard player of a former friend’s band after all, not for things concerning the supernatural.

However, we don’t know why Chuck is there for sure and we don’t know what kind of Chuck this is, from what timeline (if God even is “fixed” to a timeline.)

I assume this is not Loki but Gabriel, merely because a) Loki has been in “witness protection” and b) why would he bother playing tricks on a random musician. It makes a lot more sense that it’s Gabriel, checking out how the masterplan is developing and teaching them some lessons.

Now the question just is... why are Chuck and Gabriel together at the same place? Is Gabriel aware of who Chuck is? Chuck said that angels can’t perceive him if he doesn’t want to be perceived, but it still seems unlikely that they aren’t aware of each other.

And then there’s Dean. That angels would be watching over “the narrative” and interfering if necessary makes a lot of sense considering how John and Mary’s story has to be written.

But what is Dean doing there? What timeline does he come from? Why is HE interfering? Looking back at my notes for the pilot brings me back to the fact that it’s unlikely that the letter from Henry was from Henry at all. Clearly, Dean (and Sam?) have a reason in the frame story for revealing the SPN to John and giving him the key and the access to the chapter house.

Either Dean is merely trying to fix something for his parents (even though he has seen enough times that he’s setting himself up for failure) or there is something that needs to be set into motion in the 70s in order for Dean and Sam to have access to something in their timeline. But if they need something to happen in the 70s why would they not be able to do it themselves?

And what is the reason for Sam not being with Dean? I think as long as we don’t know WHEN this Dean is from we cannot determine why Sam’s not with him.

ALSO, how did Dean travel to the past? Who took him there and who bothered to make sure he had access to his car? *lol* But that means Dean also interfered with the history of baby. Ah, messy. >w<

Anyway, good episode, the speculation coming out of it is even better!

[iamthunderhearmehowl]

Halsin's Daughter Headcannons PT5: ✨️Names/Personality/Druid Subclass / Theme Songs ✨️

Oh wow. We're on prt 5???? Am I obsessed? Or am I basically making a new DND character to play in my next campaign 🤫🫣

Either way, I want you guys to enjoy this as much as I am.

ANWAYS

So I have 4 names lined up and a poll going on. The poll and all other posts related to Halsin's Daughter can be found here.

And may I just say that ya'll are going to make this hella hard for me bc everytime I look all the names are tied lmao.

The names:

Armelle - Means Bear

Faeryl - I think this one is super cute

Haelra - Similar to Halsin

Khalees - Not gonna lie, I got this one from a name randomizer

I'll make another post in 7 days letting yall know the winner. Could I have easily just flipped a coin and name her? Yeah but that's no fun!

Personality:

I'm still working on this one so bear with me (hahaha i hate myself lmao)

I think she would be really quiet. Hiding in the background, she normally wouldn't speak unless she is spoken to. She tends to keep to herself

Although she is a natural flirt and naturally charming; part of her knows that it's a defense mechanism. She's like this because she HAD TO be. She had to survive her life in the underdark and that meant winning her mother political favors via seducing people. It was survival for her.

She's actually really klutzy. She always knocks something over. IDK man she's like either super unlucky or just a bull in a china shop.

Dead ass would just be walking and minding her own buisness and her shirt would get caught on a door and she would fall backwards and accidently set the place on fire

She's also kind of a day dreamer. Most people would see her and think about how elegant she looks sitting at the tavern table with her legs crossed nicely, thoughfully staring into her cup

In reality - she's thinking about eating chocolate in her wildshape as a wolf. Would she die or would she just have really bad diarrhea????

Her thoughts are literally your google search bar at 3 am.

When she finally gets comfortable around people, she is a gem to be around: She's pretty funny + a mess.

Walking chaos honestly

Favorite phrases: "Why the fuck are you the way that you are?" "For what reason???" "It was an accident I swear" "You have 2 braincells"

She's not as serious as her father; but she did spend most of her time with Mol and Arabella who are both pretty mischevious and witty

Now once she has a mission or job to do it's a whole different story: Home girl goes 0 to 100 real quick

She uses wild shape to her full advantage

If she's getting chased on rooftop she'll just jump off and change into a crow in mid air

She'll also wildshape into a wolf and run at you at full speed only to change her self back right as she stabs you

Druid Subclass:

I'm still looking into this, but I think I would make her either Circle of Dreams or Circle of Wildfire.

I can see circle of dreams because she would be good aligned. And it's easy to see her playing with Pixies in the underdark as a child.

HOWEVER

Circle of Wildfire would make more sense because again this girl is just walking chaos. Like I said in previous posts she sees natures balance as chaos itself. What is normal to the spider is chaos to the fly. So Circle of Wildfire would make so much sense for her.

Again I am working on it but let me know what you think ❤️

Theme Songs:

This is honestly just for funsies.

HD's Theme Song: ⤵️⤵️

Dammon + HD:

lol can you tell that I'm a Sleep Token fan? Anways that's all I have for tonight! I'll be back for part 6 as soon as I can!

[molliemoo3]

Marcus might not be able to be p13, but his bestie can be

[twooshort]

My disaster BG3 playthrough

Of all the small things, Mol ended my first playthrough. (spoilers kept after the break)

So I began play as Lae'zel, because I initially thought that would be the only way I'd have her in my party. Buuut, I also wanted to limit my choices a bit, so as to not be tempted by too likeable characters. I wasn't going to juggle a camp of 6+ people in my party when I had a clear goal in mind.

(I don't know why, but I guess I'm stupid.)

First off the bat, I "knew" that Shadowheart (bae) had to be in the party due to the artifact (not strictly true it seems), but what the hell, I can be her BFF despite her initial aversion to gith. I'm sure there's no massive gith/Shadowheart plot point later, right?

So the creche was... interesting. I tried playing the lojalist, but even the Guardian seemed to be on the up and up about Vlaakith, who could've guessed? Voss??

Also, I didn't need no stinking rogue, I knew the game was about to drown me in lockpicks and disarm kits, while I could get an astral skill bonus to dex skills on demand. My plan for Astarion was gonna be steak, except I sort of fumbled that biting scene and instead just told him to leave? No standing over his corpse in camp, but maybe he'd show up again later in Baldur's Gate itself. I'll never know.

As for the frontline, my team of Lae'zel, Shadowheart, Gale and Wyll needed no more muscle, so Karlach had to go. Wylls fancy new clothes were *not* worth it. I also triggered the burning inn without realising it was a timed event, so while I dealt with Zhentarim errands Wyll suddenly says that the inn must've burned down by now and his father with it?! My man, you got to tell me these things, I had an artistic slave to buy.

After some more misadventures, like defeating a golem without hammers and having most of the Grymforge denizens kill themselves, I made it to Last Light and who jumps to my rescue, but Mol?! I hadn't even met the little brat because I, um, didn't kill some harpies fast enough so the kid couldn't tell me a passphrase. I did rescue another kid though, mostly because I hate Kagha's face and didn't want to kill the tieflings, so maybe that was fine enough for Mol. (If only she wasn't playing a game with Raphael and if only I didn't say some things which sounded like encouragement.)

That did get me thinking though, like what if my actions had consequences for the story and maybe more characters would have more to say about some things?

And maybe I needed to play a little character so I could explore all those tight spaces. And maybe I was seeing a few too many gifs on tumblr about companions currently unavailable to me. So I opened the character creator to mull ut over, clicked random character a few times, and got a halfling ranger with The. Most. Kissable. Lips. Clearly the game has better plans for me. And this time I'm going to earn Mol's trust!

[yzeltia]

The Last Year

Chapter 8: The Queen of Peace Characters: Y'zel Tia, Cirina Mol, Hien Rijin Rating: M Notes: Contains borrowed lines from "Body of Water" by Florence and the Machine that are referenced in Queen of Peace's music video. CW: Sexual Content

Another week had come and gone. Y’zel had followed the prince across the Steppe to find the Olkund tribe and then to reunite with the Mol. After being around the former’s massively tall tribesmen for a few days while Hien made a case for the herders to join in the gathering, he found the small reclusive tribe far more comforting. It helped that they didn’t fawn over him like the Olkund did, constantly petting at his head.

It helped that the Mol were much more personable too and didn’t treat him like an outsider, though he imagined that was perhaps Hien’s influence. 

“Shun…” Y’zel thought to himself, laying over an overturned barrel while gazing out into the distance, letting the man’s name echo around in his head.

With the gathering coming soon, Hien had taken to leading hunting parties to gather food and other materials, leaving him behind. Since they’d had sex, Y’zel felt the other’s affection ebb and flow like the tide and he’d slowly felt himself drowning in his undertow. He couldn’t make out what the other was thinking, and despite trying to use his Echo to parse out the man’s feelings, he found little more than soundbites of the samurai discussing the women he’d been with among his friends. 

If only he were consistent. He could understand if Hien just hadn’t been interested in him, but the prince seemed to warm up just as soon as Y’zel felt himself cool off. A random kiss goodnight, a random tackle in the middle of a field to roll around in the grass, and holding him while they slept. All things followed by an apology as soon as things danced on the precipice of becoming more.

Sighing, Y’zel arched his toes, making the barrel rock with him on it. There seemed to be little for him to do outside of wait now. He was sure to not do anything without consulting the Khutan, keeping with the traditions of the tribe. Her latest request had simply told him to just sit and wait for now. And so he obeyed.

“Hello, my new friend. Are you not enjoying yourself?”

Y’zel’s ears perked as the sweet voice of the Khutan’s granddaughter called out to him. Looking to her he swallowed then let his tail swish around behind him, “My apologies Miss Cirina, I am just unsure what to do with myself.”

“Well, then I bring you good news. We’re to go on a hunt of our own. The Sampati has come again and will threaten the path our guests might take to reach us.” Y’zel tilted his head, ears bouncing before flattening back, “Doesn’t…Doesn’t Sampati translate into… large duck?”

“It does. I assure you it is more terrifying than it sounds. As I understand it, you’re proficient with a bow. Grandmother believes the two of us will be sufficient to take it out of the sky and see that it doesn’t cause further harm on the Steppe.”

Y’zel sat up, giving a little nod before moving toward his and Hien’s tent to retrieve his bow.

“We’ve brought you some clothes for you to change into…Not to offend of course. Grandmother has asked though why you’ve been running around half-naked across the Steppe.”

The Miqo’te flushed, looking down at his disheveled yukata.

“This is how this outfit was sold to me and no one has said anything before.”

Cirina crossed an arm then rested her cheek upon her chin as the other started to change into the joi and leathers provided. Picking up his arm, he slung it over his shoulder with his quiver then motioned joyfully to the woman before tilting his head.

“Is something amiss?”

“Did we not provide enough provisions for your comfort?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your bedding,” she pointed out, gesturing to the singular blanket strewn over two pillows. 

Y’zel’s face pinkend, avoiding the woman’s gaze for a moment, “It has been sufficient for what we’re accustomed to.”

“Is it? Has Hien already taken up with you then,” Cirina asked before turning to wander out of the village with the other in tow.

“Already? What do you mean already?”

"Grandmother saw a vision of Hien wandering alone across a moonless night Steppe, on and on until he stumbled on a cat. He took the cat and continued to wander and as they continued on the moon rose and lit their path. Though we get our visions from the Elder Gods. to other  Xalea, it might  seem the Duskmother wished to bring you together. She is the Steppe’s god of love and war."

Y'zel flicked his tail side to side as he absorbed the information, blushing lightly. "A coincidence..,in Eorzea, our goddess of love is also associated with the moon and shares her domain with the goddess of war."

“Then perhaps in tandem they’ve worked to orchestrate your meeting.”

The Miqo’te stayed still for a moment, thinking on her words before hurrying to catch up.

“It was mentioned that your vision lead you to Shun…I mean Hien.”

Cirina nodded, surveying the land before answering as she continued forward, “Yes. Grandma had a vision of the aftermath of his rebellion  and sent me to fetch him from the southern mountains. Once he was well, he made a home with us.”

Y’zel flattened his ears. “He doesn’t speak of it much. I’ve only gathered bits and pieces of my own. That he lost a lot of people he cared about, his mother especially. And that he longs to return home but fears the consequences of doing so.”

The Auri woman wandered on, looking back to ensure Y’zel was keeping up with her, extending her hand to help him up over a steep ledge. Once she was sure of his footing, she continued their trek forward before stopping in front of the Miqo’te.

“He lost his father too, during the rebellion. And many of his friends. Those that survived he must keep away from so that his presence won’t endanger them, and as far as most know, he perished with his dear father.”

Y’zel moved to hold himself, looking down. “Yet he would not tell me from his own lips.”

“To project an image of strength,” Cirina responded as behind her a great deathgaze spiraled up into the air behind her, “The Mol have taken him in, yet what is there to protect?  We shy away from the other’s of the Steppe and largely find ourselves unbothered by our brethren.”

The Miqo’te drew his bow, barraging the Sampati with bullets before using the recoil to repel himself backward. Getting solid footing, he shifted, narrowing his eyes as he felt the wind on Steppe surround him. ��Miss Cirina, stand back,” he ordered, loosing his arrow.

The arrowhead hit the creature, spinning and pecking wildly in a small whirlwind along the underside of its body while the Mol woman simply wandered back beside him, readying her own arrow. “You on the other hand are free to go where he goes. They say the Duskmother smiles on those who fight for the ones they love. That he might be your sword. That you might give him something to protect. His Words. Thoughts. Feelings. The Gods would see them yours should you stay at his side. Together, you and I, can give Hien a bit of what he’s lost,” she continued before firing off an arrow dipped in poison, letting it strike the creature’s wings and inject a violet poison into its veins. 

Y’zel flushed then pulled a bell from his belt as he channeled his aether about him. He rang it loudly, causing the Sampati to screech in pain as his spinning arrow renewed its speed and the poison to pulse through the infected wing. 

“Family, friends, love…” he whimpered, “Things I took for granted…He’s said as much before. He says eventually I’ll need to return,…How can I leave his side if he too needs me?”

Cirina and Y”zel parted away from one another as the creature spiraled down to rake its claws at them. They moved opposite one another, both firing an arrow into the creature’s side. It howled then grounded itself, slapping Y’zel with its tail and sending him skirting across the earth. Glowering, he took a knee then channeled his aether into an arrow bathed in light between the beast’s eyes, felling it. 

Cirina looked to Y’zel then wandered over, offering her hand to help him to his feet.

“To give myself over to another…that’s all I’ve wanted really. To be out of my own and consumed by another. To swim inside the skin of my lover…to not have to breathe…to not have to think…”

“One cannot live only on love,” Cirina cooed, brushing her hand over Y’zel’s face to smudge off the dirt and a tear, “Salt water is no drink.”

The Miqo’te’s eyes widened a bit then rubbed his other eye before getting to his feet with a small laugh, “I’ve been simpering for so long. It will be a hard habit to break…”

Cirina smiled softly then let out a laugh before digging for her things for some rope. Y’zel held himself, looking out toward the setting sun, tail coiling around his leg. Once more he felt selfish, but now it felt mixed with a little frustration. “I should go to him then. Make it clear that I’ve…fallen in love with him. Bluntly.”

Y’zel’s ears perked as Cirina tied the rope around his waist then to the large beast behind them. Grimacing, he sighed then began to drag with her back toward the camp.

“I believe that would be wise to help with the ambiguity you feel between you, yes,” she huffed. 

Both pulled at their hunt, dragging it back the way they came until they got close enough to camp for others to come and retrieve it. Tired, Y’zel fluttered his ears to show appreciation for the outing, then wandered into the encampment. The others had returned from the hunt and had rancorously assembled around the fire, sharing airag between them. 

“Little Cat! Where have you been,” Hien greeted, pulling the other down beside him in a headlock.

Y’zel blushed deeply, trapped under the other’s arm. 

“Sh-Shun! Let me go! You’re all sweaty” he squeaked,  squirming lightly before wiggling his ears to tickle the man’s pit enough to get him to free him, “I went out with Miss Cirina to take care of a mark that had shown up.”

“A mark? Did a little Halgai show up nearby?”

The Miqo’te shook his head, gesturing to the Sampati as it was hauled up by the Mol to be placed with the rest of the day’s hunts. Hien shook his head a little and blinked, before looking back to Y’zel as he sat up properly.

“That thing? Just the two of you?”

“Yes. It sent me for a little tumble at the end, but it was little match for our arrows,” he assured the other before finding a small cup of the white drink placed before him, 

“Then you’ve earned yourself a drink,” Hien cheered, “My little cat has brought in a big gift today!”

Y’zel pushed the drink back toward Hien, “I think I’ll celebrate with some rest. I prefer my milk to not be…bubbly.”

Hien shrugged then took the drink for himself, returning to the conversation he was in before Y’zel joined him. Tail flicking about, he rose up then leaned in close to the samurai’s ear, lips against it, “I’m going to lie down. Don’t stay up too long.”

With that, he stood then flicked his tail to rub underneath the other’s chin and sauntered off, leaving Hien to turn red and rub at his ear. Returning to their tent, Y’zel put away his bow and quiver then slipped out of the clothes Cirinia had given him until standing bare. Seeing their mess of blankets on the ground, he flopped down then nuzzled affectionately into Hien’s pillow. 

As he settled in, the prince entered, pulling off his kote while kicking off his kyahan by the entrance. Stumbling on Y’zel naked and laying overtop their bedding, he paused, loosening his dogi, rolling it off his shoulders before unlacing his kyakui. 

“Overheating,” he asked.

Y’zel shifted his legs, shifting to  away from the other, tail wrapping his waist as he looked back over his shoulder. “Perrrhaps. Or just waiting for you to get settled.”

“Y’zel…,” the prince mumbled, cheeks red as he lowered his kyakui.

The Miqo’te ate up the sight of the other’s rippling form, eyes following the man’s trail from his chest down to his straining fudoshi. Intimacy. Y’zel felt that it was the easiest path to get his feelings out. At least it would be harder for Hien to resist, or so he hoped.

“Hold me, Shun?”

The prince obliged, lowering to his knees before slipping up beside the Y’zel’s body, hand rubbing on his waist before slipping up and around his chest. The Miqo’te purred a little, feeling Hien press against him from behind, swollen length poking at the base of his tail.

“I thought I was too sweaty,” Hien mumbled, groping for their blanket to toss over them.

“I just didn’t want you to get my new joi all sticky…I don’t mind when we’re like this,” Y’zel hummed, rolling his hips back to tease the other, earning a soft curse from the Hyur.

“Y’zel, I-”

“Zel.”

“What?” Hien panted, pressing in closer.

“When you’rrre not calling me Little Cat, you should call me Zel,” the Miqo’te cooed, reaching his arm back to pull the other’s head down until he felt the man’s breath on his ear, “Those on more friendly or intimate terms don’t use the tribal honorific. Especially lovers. So, Zel.”

“Little cat…,” Hien panted in frustration.

“Shun” he cooed, parting his legs to reach between them and pull Hien’s tent between his thighs. Y’zel moaned out as Hien tightened his arm around him, the man’s hips eagerly moving in the enclosed space, pushing the Miqo’te small orbs around. He turned his head, kissing on the prince’s bearded chin before earning a direct embrace. Hien’s tongue struck out over his own, wrestling it down as they rocked their bodies together. 

Lips parting, Y’zel purred louder, squeezing his thighs together around Hien’s length, milking it through his increasingly wet undercloth. His ears affectionately fluttered on the man’s neck as he let out a small desperate pant. 

“Zel…I shouldn’t…,” the prince whispered, hand running down the Miqo’te’s stomach before seizing his length, stroking him deliberately despite the hesitation.

Y’zel moaned, pushing into the man’s fists while rolling his hips in little circles, continuing to tease the man’s length before reaching down to free him, letting the other’s bare tip push up against the underside of his gilpurse. His hand gripped at the other’s ponytail, claws tearing the ribbon around it and letting Hien’s hair fall free about them. Finding himself getting too noisy, he pulled the man back down into another kiss.

The prince returned the embrace, fist twisting around the smaller length in his hand. His hips slipped back, freeing himself from between Y’zel’s pale thighs before slipping his cock against his crevasse. The Miqo’te broke the kiss as he felt the man frot against his entrance, shaking his head so that their noses gently rubbed upon one another.

“You can’t claim me…not yet…” Y’zel whispered, still rolling his hips into the other’s fist while doing his best to stimulate the man’s length trapped against him.

Hien covered pleading whine with a grunt, rolling on top of his companion. Y’zel moaned, hiking his hips up into the prince’s cock, feeling him wantonly grind against his exposed entrance. His own length flexed in the man’s hand, dribbling between his fingers.  The man’s weight upon him, he started to squirm, ears folding back, feeling himself start to shake.

“Wait…I’m…Shun!”

Crying out, Y’zel started to cum into the man’s palm, trembling as the man’s fist increased in speed, helped by the increased slickness. He buried his face in the blankets as he was overcome with embarrassment, trying to stifle his noises as the man’s hips started to collide into his own. 

“Zel…Zel…” Hien groaned out.

The Miqo’te shook his head, hips jerking as the man didn’t stop attending to his spent length. Soon he felt a searing strips of warmth spread out over the small of his back before rolling down onto his shoulders. Y’zel felt Hien become still, save for the slight twitching against his exposed hole then pulled back slowly. 

“Sit still for a moment,” the prince ordered.

“Okay…”

He obeyed, remaining still with his hips raised, combined mess dripping off of him. Hien returned with a wet cloth, gently rubbing it along his back then down back over his hips and thighs until Y’zel found himself letting off light purrs at the tender care from the other. The man flipped him over carefully, letting the Miqo’te spread out under his touch. 

Reaching out, Y’zel put his arms around the other and brought him down on top of him, kissing on his clavicle and up his neck. He idly began to play with Hien’s long black hair, not letting the other easily escape his pull.

“Have you been lonely while I’ve been off hunting these past few days,” Hien cooed, laying down at Y’zel’s side.

“A little…but, that’s, little to do with anything. Shun, I…” he started.

The prince kissed the other, stopping him in hesitation. Y’zel frowned as Hien moved to get himself comfortable.

“I shall bring you along tomorrow then. I dare say you’ve impressed the Mol with your mark today. They won’t soon see you sit out the next venture. The Dzo on this side of the Steppe really put up quite the fight. In all honesty, we could really use the ranged support.”

“Right…”

Y’zel turned, shying away from Hien for a moment as Hyur put his arm behind his head as he went on about the day's hunt. He hadn’t been sure what to expect, but it seemed the prince was set to move on from what just had happened between them again. The words lingered on Y’zel’s tongue, yet he didn’t speak them, silenced by the continued informality.

[hal-from-hell]

little random things about Haltyrr and little random screenshots with this grumpy ass drow

random questions from this list (thank you, @cassieuncaged !) is under the cut

Where in the Faerûn is your Tav from?

Haltyrr was one of the daughters of House Symryvvin, noble house of Menzoberranzan, so, that's it. She believes it is the most beautiful place in the whole Multiverse and continues to love Menzo even after becoming an illithid;

What companion are you platonically close with?

Gale! Haltyrr appreciates his gentleness and diplomacy, as well as his good cooking skills. She thinks it would be nice if all men were like Gale. (A woman can be taken from Menzoberranzan, but the drow matriarchy cannot be taken from a woman.);

Romantically close with?

She had complicated feelings for Shadowheart and Lae'zel, which have never led to anything. And then she met a squid of her heart;

8: Who are they suspicious of?

Halsin. For some reason he scares Haltyrr. She thinks he's crazy and unreliable;

Weapon of choice?

Hal has her favorite dual swords, almost obsessed with them;

What is their orientation?

aggressive monsterfucker If Haltyrr wants - Haltyrr takes, she doesn’t think about what to call… things.

What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

It is a necessary evil but sometimes she really enjoy it!

What hobbies does your Tav have?

Books and blades! You can't tell it by her, but she enjoys reading and prefers serious historical literature. Hal really wants to know more about world around and always listen attentively Gales infodumping. Also Hal is good in long philosophical conversations and happy to share her vision with others (even if they actually didn't ask lol). In general, I think Hal's favorite hobby is getting new knowledge, ANY type of knowledge.

15: What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

Hal likes Mol (rogue with AMBITIONS, just like Hal herself, just.. smaller one), Barkus Wroot (Hal actually cannot explain her warmth to this gnome, its unexpected for a drow), Z'rell (bc she`s hot). dislikes... well, actually Haltyrr dislikes everyone with a rare exception, but she especially doesn't like other drow: Nere, Minthara, those twins from brothel...

[rottenbrainstuff]

BG3 playthrough: glitches

S… spoilers? Below the cut? Possibly? I honestly am not even sure.

So I know everyone has been saying that act 2 and 3 are rougher than act 1 and have more bugs. Seems like I am now running into them. You know what. I don’t really mind. Act 1 was so incredible I don’t really mind if the later acts are a bit more rough around the edges.

We’ll see, anyway. Some people are complaining that the act 3 bugs are game-breaking.

So I’ve run into some normal bugs… approaching the Harper encounter from the south moving north, the fight cutscene triggers too early in an area that’s meters and meters away from the actual fight. I’ve had some pretty funny glitches with the cameras and models during cut scenes. Standard stuff.

Last night though, I triggered the funniest bug I’ve ever seen in my life.

Basically I had triggered a breakup scene with Wyll (sorry buddy) and trying to talk to him to break up made the dialogue freeze. Ok whatever. Standard bug. But for some bizarre reason, if this happens while I’m camped outside by the Last Light Inn, while the dialogue was frozen, I spun the camera around and saw this:

This guy appears during the frozen dialogue, just, yanno, hanging out. Sup bro. Pull up a bed roll, plenty of room. He disappears again once the dialogue is unfrozen.

Lmao. Wtf. Why is that even a bug that can happen? This is the funniest most random thing I’ve ever seen. The only thing I can think of is that he must appear (or was at one point scheduled to appear) at this campsite later on in the game, so they’ve got his model there loaded in and ready to go, and the dialogue bug reveals it? I honestly can’t see any other reason why this would ever be possible to happen. Lmao. I just… I spent a few minutes just… staring at my screen, rotating the camera around and laughing. I dunno. Just thought that was super super funny.

Hopefully the bugs going forward will continue to be this amusing type and not mess-up-my-game type. I wonder what triggers Astarion’s second romance scene organically, ie, not triggered by Araj, because I like the other dialogue better. Online seems to be unsure (what a shock!!!). Some folks are saying possibly it’s after you deal with the orthon. Guess I’ll have to see. I’ve had to turn down Lae’zel and Wyll already and breaking up with them made me sad! Getting to the inn made me sad too… so few tielfings there. At least my favourite kiddos are safe.

SOMETHING THAT I HATE:

When I got to the inn, I noticed I wasn’t getting Astarion approvals for things I knew he approves of: ie, talking to His Majesty, helping Mol with her chess game etc. I hit 100 approval with him and it seems 100 is the max approval, which is fine, that’s fine…. But I wish the game still gave the approval message up at the top even if it’s not adding any actual numbers. I get really interested by what’s been programmed in for approvals and disapprovals. It adds to the narrative and I am quite disappointed to not be able to see that any more. It’s making me seriously consider adding in that mod that shows you the approvals for all conversation options. It seems like the mods have a tendency to make things break… how badly would that mod mess things up, you think?